Monday, December 31

Sister "Milks" Husband

My sister Sue was wondering what to get david for Christmas this year and (foolishly!) asked my advice. I suggested he would enjoy receiving a rubber-glove handjob from her in front of my kitchen sink. Ha Ha!
A little background first. I am often giving my husband "relief" with my hand. It's actually more exciting for him than regular intercourse-type sex  (which is fine by me, by the way). He says that it's hard to feel submissive when you are fucking a woman. But with a hand job, the woman is in complete control of the affair, and can tease the man as much as she wants (or not even let him cum at all at the end). He says it's humiliating to be so vulnerable like that, being worked up so much and then literally having to beg for relief.

Knowing david is feeling particularly submissive during a hand job, one of the things I will say to him is how I should do this to him in front of other women, let them all see what a slut he is. I've also commented that perhaps I should let my sister do this to him, so she can see first hand. He gets very excited when I say things like this (I can tell by the stiffness I feel, and his little squirms and moans when I say the right things!).

I should also add that one of david's fantasies that he's confessed to me is being given a hand job (that he calls a "milking") in a completely detached sort of way by a woman wearing rubber gloves, paying him not the least attention as she rubs away at him. I have been meaning to act this out for him, but have not yet gotten around to it.

So, anyway a few days before Christmas Sue asked what she could get him, and started the bidding by suggesting a gift card for a spanking. That's boring, because she's already spanked him too many times to count, and seen a lot more than that as well. I told her about his milking fantasy and that I was intending on doing that to him, but maybe she could instead while I watched? I told her it would be fun for me to watch that. We've played together enough by now that apparently this did not shock her in the least so she agreed, "for me".

So on Christmas eve, which is when we hand out family gifts, david got a scarf from my sister, and a card, and inside the card was a coupon "Redeemable for a spanking and a milking". We both watched david intently as he opened the present first (Sue told him present first, card later), and then opened the envelope with the card and pulled it out, and then saw the coupon inside. Remember  he was doing this in front of my entire family! He blushed a bit and thanked Sue, and looked at me, and I grinned at him. And then my Mom, bless her soul, said "Pass the card!". Fortunately the coupon was a separate piece of paper and david smoothly palmed that and passed the vanilla Christmas card around, but it was a moment of fun panic for all concerned! I of course made david stand up in front of everybody, and go over to Sue to kiss her on the cheek and thank her, just as we make the children do.

When we had a moment alone, the three of us, we set a date (which was yesterday), and Sue told david to make sure he was all full up and ready to go for her. As a consequence, I have not let david cum since then. I did give him a few spankings, made him go down on me, and lick me as per my last post; and I teased him with my hand until he was quivering, but no relief until yesterday!

Yesterday Sue came by and demanded her coupon first. david had forgotten where he put it! Sue said if there was no coupon she would be leaving. I helped him out. All the gifts were still in a paper bag that I directed him to, and he found his little coupon, much to his relief!

He found us at the kitchen table, and ceremoniously presented the coupon to Sue, who wrinkled her nose a little theatrically, and said that I guess that means she has to do it now. Let's get it over with, she said, and told him to strip to nude, right there in front of us in the kitchen. We both watched as david took off all his clothes. When we dissected the scene later (as we always do), he said that the suddenness of having to strip bare in the kitchen, under command from my sister, in the middle of the day, in front of both of us who were remaining fully clothed, was very humiliating for him.

When he was bare, Sue got up to go to the kitchen sink. She dug through the cupboard under the sink and pulled out the liquid detergent and rubber gloves and set them there in front of the sink. "That's what you're getting later" she told him, as if he couldn't have figured that out on his own. david was already very hard by now!

As a visual, I arranged all the stuff in front of the kitchen sink this morning (I added the wooden spoon in) and took a photo for my readers.

Yup, that's his "lube" and those are the rubber gloves Sue used to milk him, front and back!
He was made to ejaculate into the larger sink on the left,
and Sue made him scrub it out afterwards, all bare butt and spent.
The spoon was for the spanking beforehand.
Then she went to get the wooden spoon from the drawer we keep them in, arranged a chair in the kitchen, sat down and beckoned him over her lap saying "spanking first." I was enjoying the fuck out of this!

david gingerly placed his hard cock across my sister's lap, and she started spanking his bare butt with her hand first. "Enjoying your present so far?" she asked him, a bit rhetorically, but she still got the response "Yes Ma'am!" from down below there. She spanked him for about five minutes or so, warming him up nicely. Then she reached around to the table behind her for the wooden spoon and started in on him with that. As she was spanking him, Sue reminisced with me over how Mom used to always threaten us with the "wooden spoon" when we were kids, and even got it out sometimes, but never used it. I reminded her that I got my backside spanked once by Mom, but not ever with the dreaded "wooden spoon" I agreed.

Well david was making up for lost time for us sisters, and was very certainly receiving the dreaded "wooden spoon"! Sue was spanking his bum as hard as she could with that spoon. She even made him spread his legs and included both his crack and his inner thighs in his spanking. She was getting quite a good reaction out of him! He even got his balls spanked once to "calm him down". By the time she was finished, he was fire engine red all over.

Sue let him up and then said that she supposed she couldn't put it off any longer, and dragged him over to the sink. We could both see that his penis had completely limpened from the hard spanking. Good for Sue! She's come a long way. A limp dick in front of a red ass is always my measure of success with david.

As she pushed him over to the kitchen sink, the base of david's penis came just level with the counter, and his balls were just below, but Sue had him stand up a little on his tip toes and pushed him forward so that his balls were lying on the counter-top, squooshed up, served up like on a platter!

Sue started water running until it was good and hot, and then restricted it to a small stream. Then she put on the orange rubber gloves, wet them with the hot water, squirted the energy saving Sunlight soap into her gloved hand, turned to me and said "the things I do for you", and then grabbed david's still semi-soft penis shaft at its tip.

david jumped and said "Owwww!" as the hot water contacted his tip. "Don't be such a baby!" she scolded him as she started rubbing the soap into his cock. She periodically went to get more water and each time she got back she got another yelp from david, but the hot water seemed to cool quickly and he was fine with the rubbing part. After about a half minute of this treatment he was as hard as I've ever seen him. This photo from the web is sort of what he looked like, but imagine him a bit lower with those balls squooshed up on the counter. But the engorged tip and the upward curve of his cock are a dead ringer otherwise.

As she rubbed him he got soapier and soapier, and a big pool of soapy water was accumulating on the counter that his balls were sitting in. But Sue was pressing his hips forwards with her other hand on his red ass so there was no gap for the soapy water to drip down and so his balls just sort of splashed around in it as Sue vigorously rubbed his shaft.

Every time Sue got more hot water, david yelped. As Sue's milking of his penis became more vigorous I could see that david's balls were getting quite a whacking from her fist on the recoil as well! Whenever david got off his toes for a calf-break, his balls would feel it as Sue kept him pressed up tight against the counter, so he immediately stood up tall again. Despite the pain involved, he was still moaning and crying out like a dirty little slut! Ha Ha!

But Sue was not quite done with him yet. She used her body to keep david pushed up against the counter, and wet her gloved left hand, and put soap in it and lathered it up. Then she reached behind, told david softly to "bend over a bit" and, keeping a tight grip on his cock, slid a gloved finger into his asshole! I was not expecting that.

"Ohhhhh!" david moaned as she did this. She pumped his asshole, going after his male G-Spot, as she rubbed his cock. "Hurry up, I don't have all day for this." she said to him.

Poor david was being treated like a total little bitch by my sister. She wasn't just leaving her finger in there and wiggling it around, she was finger fucking him hard! I could see her hand moving in an out and literally slapping his ass with the force of it, which pushed him into the counter and squooshed his balls more. On the other hand, the fist of her right hand rubbed his shaft vigorously, also mashing his poor balls into the counter.

Despite this horrible mistreatment, david was getting more and more excited. Go figure. ;-) And before too long there was a magnificent ejaculation right into the sink despite (or perhaps because of?) the assault on his asshole and testicles.

Sister Sue squeezed the remnants out (none too gently!) and shook his penis into the sink, whacking the tip on the counter. This was no lovey-dovey hand job, which was her intent, as I learned later. She then stripped off the rubber gloves and threw them into the sink.

"Look at the mess you've made!" she said, not giving him a chance to even catch his breath. "You better have that sink spick and span in five minutes, and I mean scrubbed properly, or you'll go across my knee for another session with that wooden spoon!"

I helped david by getting out the scour pads and the Comet, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Nice Christmas present for a subbie hubby!

Thursday, December 27


You know one thing that really turns me on? Making my husband stick his tongue up my asshole and clean me out good! So I thought I'd write a post about it and find a lot of filthy photos to go along with it for you boys to masturbate to (am I not kind?).

First some safety tips. Notice how sparkly clean this lady's bottom hole is? That's how you want it (even if he is a subby). So shower-up beforehand and use plenty of soap and water, and get right up in there with your finger (even if it is a tight fit!). Oh, but you don't need to tell your subby man you did any of that. In fact, tell him just the opposite.

I like to strip him and give him a bit of a whipping first on his ass. You want him good and submissive, and you want to be feeling powerful yourself.

The I'll make him lie face up on the bed, nice and naked. I'll do a slow little strip tease for him. He knows what's coming when he's in this position. I'll strip bare myself, and maybe play with my pussy a little in front of him. I want him to be acutely aware of that part of me, because he will be nose deep in it soon enough, and he knows it.

I'll kneel on either side of his head, facing down his body, and then lower myself bending forwards for a pussy licking to get warmed up.

This feels really great because he can really work his magic up in there.

What I enjoy in this position is that I can sit back a bit and completely seal off his mouth and nose. I keep the pressure on until he starts panicking a little, and then I'll let him take a quick breath and then back down on him again. When he struggles, it feels great against me!

Another safety tip here. Make sure you have an understanding with your subbie. david knows that he is not to act stoic and not move or struggle at all. Or else he might pass out and I wouldn't know it. When he feels the need to breathe, he is to struggle, but not so much that he actually gets a breath. Him breathing is MY decision!

Once I've had my pussy licked out and had my fun deciding when david can breathe, then he needs to clean out my asshole for me.

and he better do a real good job...

Because while he's doing that, I've got my Hitachi plugged in.

It's really intense when my subby husband is licking out my asshole, and I've got my Hitachi on high. I always orgasm this way. The tongue back there, licking away, just adds something, you know?

As I'm getting closer I'm yelling out instructions to him. "Clean me out. Deeper. Deeper you slut. Back and forth. Up and down. Around and around. Now get your tounge up there, up there deep, or I'll whip your ass raw you 'lil ass licking bitch..." Oh yeah. Julie know talk dirty! That sends me over the edge.

After that, if I'm feeling generous (which I am tending to at this point), he might get himself some mouth lovin' while he finishes up back there. My rule is that once he's got his tongue in my asshole, it stays in my asshole and DOES NOT go back to my pussy.

When he cums, I let him do it in my mouth. Then I turn around, with this little shit eating close-mouthed grin on my face, and kind of kitty-cat walk up to him, and he's looking more and more nervous, and then I grab the back of his head and give him a big kiss on the lips, pushing his own cum into his mouth for him to swallow - it's his cum, after all!

So there you have it. I've done this sort of thing maybe a half-dozen times with my husband. It's a nice way to shake things up a bit.

And yes, I know I have a filthy, filthy mouth on me!

Before I leave you, a couple more lovely photos I found while hunting for the ones to illustrate this post, and just couldn't bear to leave behind.

Isn't she a hotty? And am I just spoiled ladies, or is that a very small dick in his hand? She definitely deserves better.

And, did you know, you can even do this sort of thing on the beach.

I did not know that...

Sunday, December 23

A Massage Parlour Shaming for Xmas

So I did it. Yay! I took david to the massage parlour and subjected him to a good old-fashioned shaming in front of a sexy younger woman. I know what you're thinking. What an amazing gift! Yes I am.

I tried to arrange for the same lady as last time, but she was not there any more, and I was recommended Tiffany (is that her real name, you think? Ha Ha!). Tiffany is "couples friendly" I was told. They did not seem to remember me at all from last time.

I told david I was taking him out for his early Christmas present today, and that he needed to dress appropriately. Maybe he was thinking a Christmas recital or something? I doubt it! I told him that "appropriately" meant in his pretty frilly pink panties underneath. He knew now that I had something kinky and humiliating up my sleeve for him, but he did not know what. Good thing is that he's always game, so he groaned a bit (he wasn't serious) and did as he was told.

I told him I was driving him, and made him sit in the passenger seat. As we got closer, I think he clued in. When I pulled into a parking space at the massage place, he knew for sure. I looked at him and told him that my present to him was a sexy massage from "Tiffany". "In panties?" he asked, knowing the answer. Yup. He then asked if he would be allowed to cum this time? (I didn't let him last time, and made him leave the massage parlour hard under his pants, and all the girls knowing it!) The question sounds a little disrespectful as I write it, but it didn't come out that way when he asked. I mean, he knows better. I doubt he wanted a spanking to the seat of his panties across my knee in the back seat of our car right outside the massage parlour ;-) (I am capable of that!). I told him he would be allowed to cum if I liked the girl and it felt right. I guess he was keeping his fingers crossed after that.

I took him by the hand and led him in. We were greeted at the front desk and shown in to our room. It had already been arranged that I would be watching and maybe lending a hand. I was just fooling with you guys when I suggested I might get some myself in my last blog post.

It was quite dark, with a mirror on one wall, and a massage table in front of it. There was a little shower cubicle right in the room. He was told to shower and Tiffany would be in soon.

david turned to me and gave me a hug and a kiss and a big thank you, and said it was not every wife who would allow this. I watched him undress to bare and shower. When he came out and dried himself, I had his little pink panties all ready for him to step back into. "Awwww..." he said, "do I have to?" I told him he did have to. After all, I said, Tiffany needs to know who rules the roost in case she had any ideas!

david very submissively put on his panties, and lay face down on the table. I covered his pantied midsection with a towel and waited for Tiffany.

When Tiffany came in she looked great. She was tall, slim, and blonde with straight hair (david's type). She was dressed sexy in a miniskirt, heels, and a tube top. I got up and introduced myself, giving her a little hug, and then introduced david as my husband, and said that this was his early Christmas present from me. "Wow, he's a lucky boy!" she said, running her fingers lightly down his back.

I kept my hand on his towel-covered butt, and told Tiffany that I didn't want him to get any ideas that coming here alone would be ok, and so to remind him who's in charge, I made him agree to something a little humiliating or he couldn't come. She looked at me a little confused. I told her that in exchange for coming here, I made him put on a little pair of panties, and that he would have to beg her to have her pull them down and rub him.

"He has them on now?" she asked, still looking a little confused and befuddled. Yup, I said, thinking this might not work out as well as I had imagined it would! Oh dear!

She pulled the towel off his butt and laughed a tiny little laugh at the sight of him. "Awww! Aren't those cute!" she said. This might work after all! I decided there that I liked Tiffany, and that david could have a jerking off from her.

"Does he want oil or powder?" she asked me. I loved how she asked me! I decided he was to have oil. She started massaging his back and neck, and the tips of her finger strayed down below his panty-line once or twice. She also massaged his legs, right up high into the crotch. Oh my! david was squirming at this.

After a while she told him to turn over, and then kept massaging his chest and legs. The outline of david's hard cock was very visible through the panty he still had on. She whispered to him "what do you want sweety?" david looked at me, and I nodded. "Could you please, ummm, rub me, down there?" Awwww! So awkward. He was ashamed to ask! Ha Ha!

"Rub you where?" she teased. "Ummm, please rub my cock?" he said. "How can I do that if your panties are still up?" she asked. Fantastic! She had remembered.

"Oh... could you please pull them down?"

"Pull what down?" she asked with a smile in her voice.

"the panties..." he said meakly.

"you need to beg..." she said.

Oh this was great! She was teasing him nicely, and being very dommy in the process.

"Can you please pull down my panties and rub my cock?"

david said afterwards that being made to say this was so sexy/humiliating that he almost shot a load into his panties!

"There! That wasn't so bad, was it?" She looked at me, and then pulled his panties down freeing his hard hard cock which sprang up into the air.

She stood to one side and started rubbing it. She motioned me over to the other and kind of insisted that I join in with her, so I grabbed his balls and started massaging them gently as she continued with his cock. I would have preferred to just watch her do it. Oh well.

With us two ladies ministering to him, it was not very long at all until he came all over his tummy, making quite a little slutty show of himself as he moaned and writhed under our hands. Tiffany expertly extracted the last drops. "Lucky, lucky, boy." She said again.

Tiffany turned to the sink and started running the water to dampen a cloth to clean him up with.

"He should clean himself up first." I said. Then I scooped up his cum from off his tummy with my two fingers and brought it to his lips. "Down the hatch, baby," I said. david looked embarrassed  but did as he was told. Tiffany looked... horrified! She had this totally disgusted "Ewwww!" look on her face. Really? Like you haven't swallowed a bucketfull of cum yourself, massage slut? (Oh, did I just write that out loud? Sorry).

After that, Tiffany was a little distant so I cleaned him up, dressed him, and took him home with me. We laughed about it on the way home. Like, everything else was totally normal, but having him eat his own cum was somehow sick? Give me a fucking break!

When we got home I told david that I didn't like Tiffany after all, but since I couldn't take it out on her, he would have to do instead. I told him to get his ass upstairs, strip to nude, and lie face down on the bed. He was going to have to be Tiffany's whipping boy, and Tiffany was getting the strap.

I got my twin-tailed tawse and laid into his ass. Halfway through I was done with prissy little "swallowing cum is too good for me" Tiffany, and then used the other half of his strapping to remind him that he is NEVER to go to to a massage parlour without me. I asked if he'd been in the past year, and he swore he hadn't. I called him a liar and strapped him harder, but he stuck to his story, so I believe him, I guess, because I bruised his butt with that strap, which is getting harder to do the more I spank him. What do you readers think? He used to go fairly often before I put a stop to it. Do men ever really reform their ways?

Oh well. At least that's one thing I can cross off my Christmas list - only 1 shopping day left! Merry Christmas everybody, and happy holidays for you non-Christians as well!

Saturday, December 22

Another Trip to the Massage Parlour

I've decided what I'm getting david for Christmas this year. Another trip to the massage parlour, lucky boy!
We haven't been back for a whole year now. You can read about our last trip in my post from over a year ago, Very Public Massage Parlour Spanking! I am planning on taking him tomorrow. I have a "couple-friendly" girl picked out and an appointment made.

He knows something is happening tomorrow, but does not know what. Hee Hee!

I've decided he's going to be dressed in a pretty pair of pink panties, and he will be wearing them on the table.

I'll make him beg the girl to peel down his panties and jerk him off. I think I'll let him cum this time. Except that when he's real close, I'll tell him he can only cum if he scoops it up after, puts in his mouth, and swallows every last drop in front of her. If he doesn't agree to that, well, I guess he's going home hard again. Ha Ha!

The website says she is girl friendly. Maybe little david will have to stand and watch, panties down around his ankles, while I get me some as well...

Monday, November 26

Misdirected Email

I got a giggle from this exchange. I probably should not have responded, but I didn't want poor Sharon to wonder what happened to her email!

From Bill/Sharon Smith
Oct 2
to me


I am a Vis parishioner and would like to help Saturday am for the "Christmas in October" home. I don't have any specific skills but am willing to do what I can.

I will only be able to work about a half a day.

Thanks for organizing this for us.

Sharon Smith

From Julie
Oct 2
to Bill/Sharon

Hi Sharon,

I'm quite sure you have the wrong Julie.
I run a blog about my experiences spanking my husband.
Probably not who you were looking for!


From Bill/Sharon Smith
Oct 2
to me

Oops! Thanks.

Sunday, November 11

I Should Charge Admission!

Sorry for not blogging much lately. Nothing too interesting. Until now that is!

Sue (my sister) was out on a date with a lady friend, Anne, today, when the topic of "American Horror Story: Asylum" came up. Anne told Sue she would think her weird, but she got turned on by Jessica Lange, playing Sister Jude, caning all the boys and girls and leaving big welts on their bottoms!

Oh My...!

Anne has never been into anything like this, but was curious.

So I got a phone call earlier tonight. Any guesses about what?

You got it, Sue wanted to know if I thought it would be a good idea to invite Anne over for a demonstration of me spanking david? Now, you all know me by now. I am game for anything, and things have been getting a bit boring lately, and I know david would love/hate it, so I definitely wanted to.

More importantly, I thought I could trust Anne with our little secret. Anne and Sue have been friends for a while and I had met Anne previously. Turns out Sue and Anne were in fact friends with privileges, but who was I to know? While I don't know Anne that well, but I liked her when we did meet, and Sue trusts her a lot. Sue promised she would swear her to secrecy. So, with my permission, Sue told Anne that I spank my husband, and that we both get off on more, ahem, public humiliations for him, and would she be interested in a demonstration?

She certainly would be. So rather than watch the movie they were planning to see after dinner, they came over to my place instead. That was a few hours ago now, so let me tell you guys all about it!

I told david that Sue and a friend of hers that I knew as well would be coming over in an hour for a few drinks, and a demonstration of me giving him a spanking.

What!? he said. So cute with his mouth wide open like that. I told him that he heard me the first time, and he better be on his best behaviour! I told him Anne was curious and wanted a demonstration. We looked each other in the eye, and he sad "Yes Ma'am" like a good little subbie should! Yeah!

I told david to get showered, and to be sure to scrub himself thoroughly, and then to put on a suit and tie. I put on a dress myself, nice shoes, and a bit of makeup (was in housewear!).

They arrived and I had david with me at the door greeting them. david was a gentleman and took their coats and offered and served us all drinks (but not for himself - he knows better than that). Sue and Anne were both dressed up, having come from a nice dinner out. Anne is a pretty brunette, with perhaps a few extra pounds on her that look nice if you ask me. Not a slim model type. She is several years older than david and I, and just a couple of years older than Sue.

After a bit of talk, in which nothing whatsoever was said about upcoming events, during a little lull in the conversation I asked if we should proceed to the main event? Sue and Anne agreed. Before I started, I took Anne away from the living room and spoke with her privately. I wanted to make sure she was really interested in watching this, and wouldn't freak out on me. I also asked her to promise me that she would tell nobody about what she was about to see. She promised. We went back into the living room to rejoin david and Sue. Sue had a smirk on her face and was staring at him. I'm not sure what she said, but david was blushing already!

I made david come over to me and kneel on the floor at my feet as I stood over him. He looked very handsome in his suit and tie. I explained to him again what was going to happen. That he was going to be spanked so that Anne could see how I play with him. I told him to go upstairs, put on his punishment panties, and then come back down to us wearing nothing but and carrying his hairbrush for the spanking.

david whined at that, and begged me not to (a little). He did not know I was going to make him wear his panties in front of Anne. I put him in his place by saying that if I heard another word from him, he would be wearing his bra as well for his spanking. That convinced him!

When he went up, Anne said "this is exciting!". I was happy that she was into it. Sue always enjoys watching david catch a beating on his bare bum from me, so I knew she was loving it. I told them that I had something special for them. I went out into the kitchen and brought back a bamboo garden cane I had retrieved from the garage after Sue's phone call.

I told them that if they liked, we could give him a caning, like on the TV show, maybe leave a little welt or two to remember the experience by? They were all for it, those bad girls. I don't think they cared one whit if david suffered for their amusement. Ha Ha!

I took the cane into the dining room, and laid it out on the wooden dining room table, and told them we would keep this as a surprise for david for the end.

david came down a few minutes later, blushing, blushing in his black and pink frilled panties, with an obvious erection under there. I looked over at Anne and she was delighted, smirking and barely suppressing a laugh at the comical sight of my erect husband in his panties, carrying the hairbrush with which he was about to get spanked.

I guided him over to the corner, pushed his nose into it, and made him hold his hairbrush at his lower back with both hands. I made sure his feet were locked together and away from the corner so that he had to lean and arch to get his nose tight into it. I encouraged a little extra arch in his back. This all had the side effect of making his bum jut out towards the room. I then lowered the back of his panties to just beneath his cheeks and went back to sit with Sue and Anne to admire the view.

Anne said something along the lines of "Wow. He really is submissive, isn't he?". I told her he was, and explained a little bit about david's kinky psychology, especially in regards to being humiliated in front of strange women. david could, of course, hear every word, and I knew that discussing his little kink so openly would embarrass him further, which he confirmed later that it did.

I then got up and arranged the spanking chair in the centre of the room. Sue and Anne were sitting on the couch just opposite.

"Time to get you spanked, young lady." I called out to my pantied husband. "Come over here, leave your panties down just like that."

david stood up and walked towards us, his penis was still covered by the panties, but the lowering of them in the rear brought them right down to the base of his erect cock, so you could see his pubic area clearly. I took the hairbrush from him and put it beside his spanking chair.

I asked the ladies if they minded if I lowered his panties to his ankles before he got across my knee? They were fine with that. I made david stand and face them with his hands on his head. Then I lowered his panties over his private parts and right down to his ankles as Sue and Anne looked on raptly.

david's penis was very excited. It was extremely stiff and curving upwards a bit towards the ceiling. And it twitched all by itself. His balls were very tight to his body.

"See how excited he is to be spanked and humiliated?" I gently touched his penis and got a lustful groan for my troubles. I just brushed him, though, because I didn't want him putting on that kind of a show and making a big mess on my carpet!

"Spread you legs and bend over a bit." I told him. I reached behind him and grabbed his tight balls, giving them a squeeze. With his balls in my grip, I guided him over to the spanking chair and across my knee. "Legs together" I told him. Ladies, if you've never tried this, it's fun. He winds up with his penis and testicles locked behind his thighs when he's across your knee, very visible and very vulnerable! A quick squeeze on the balls is an excellent way to control him if he wiggles too much during his disciplining.

I started out with my hand, giving him medium hard slaps all over his bum and some going down the backs of his legs. I explained to Anne as I was doing it that a lighter warmup like this makes the harder spanks that come later easier to bear, and means he can therefore take more for me. If he was in trouble, though, I was quick to point out, he'd be suffering through a hard hairbrushing from the first stroke to the last. In between flurries of spanks, I stroked his bottom and private parts a bit.

Then I picked up the hairbrush, and started in on him a little harder with that. After a minute or so I picked up the pace and I picked up the strength of the swats. That had him wiggling and squeaking, and was making his bum turn very red indeed!

I explained to Anne that he doesn't so much like the spanking as the idea of it, but that he needs to suffer through the spanking or else he will not be sexually fulfilled in his kink. I pointed out to her that his erection is history, which she could plainly see for herself as well.

After a particularly hard flurry, david twisted and practically fell off my lap. We can't have that! I grabbed him by his balls and told him to settle down. Then I re-positioned him to allow his cock and balls to tuck back down in front, pulled out my right leg, and placed it over the backs of his legs. This jackknifed him nicely over my left knee, exposing parts of his bottom that I had not yet coloured up, including some low sit spot areas, and some areas between his cheeks, which were now spread a bit wider (when he's in this position, his anus always becomes visible, which I think is just a little bit of extra fun, especially with two other women watching! Ha Ha!).

After I finished him up, I let him stand. His panties had long since flown off his ankles. I told him there was one more thing we needed to demonstrate for Anne. That had david a bit worried! He thought he would get a fucking, and he's still none too comfortable with his new dildo. But instead, I led him over to the dining room and bent him down across the table. Then I took up the bamboo cane and told david that Anne had particularly liked the scenes in American Horror Story where the nun had caned the backsides of her charges. I told him he would be getting twelve.

I wound up and whacked him right across his cheeks. My first one was too light, and I said that didn't count. I wound up a bit more and really cut into the middle of his butt. Got a nice cry from that one, and a little raised welt. I repeated until I got though the first four moving the strokes up and down.

I asked Sue if she would like to take a crack at it. Always game, she took up the cane and added four more welts, also going too easy a couple of times so that we had to egg her on.

It was inevitable now. I asked Anne if she would like to "bring him home" with the last four hard ones? She was excited to, especially now that Sue had set the precedent. She took up the cane and swung it down. She got it right the very first time, and then got it right three more times, the last one nice and low where bum meets thigh.

And that was that for david. I stood him up and told him he could go get some clothes on, into his trackpants was ok. As david went up to do that, Sue, Anne, and I headed back to the living room. When david joined us, I let him have a drink and we debriefed a little about the scene. david was eloquent about his feelings during it, and we talked a bit more about our lifestyle with Anne. Anne told us a little about her background, and we found that she had never done anything really BDSM at all, outside a few smacks and tickles during sex, so this was a genuine first for her, and she said she found it exciting. Sue told Anne that she'd be happy to give her a spanking anytime she asked. I'm not sure that's what Anne had in mind, but she was coy, so perhaps. Oh well, at least we have another convert!

Fun, or what?

Saturday, October 27

Husband Belt-Whipped in Panties

I'm afraid I had to take a doubled-up leather belt to david's naughty ass today.

I got home from work late, and the kitchen was a mess. I found david in front of the television with dirty plates beside him. Instead of cleaning the kitchen before I got home, he just let it stay messy. I really, really, hate that.

I shut off his TV, grabbed him by the ear, and brought him to the kitchen. We had a little one-sided discussion about him leaving a mess for me when I walk in the door after a long day's work.

"Give me your belt,' I told him, "go get your hairbrush, and meet me in the living room."

david undid his belt, pulled it out from around his waist, and handed it to me with just a little fear in his eyes. Then he started going up the stairs to get his hairbrush.

"Oh, and I want you in a pair of panties, young man, and nothing but!" I called after him. I call him "young man" when his in trouble, even though he is my husband and older than I (physically, not emotionally).

I set out the folding chair in the middle of the living room and waited for him.

"Over my knee," I told him when he arrived, so cute in the little panties he had chosen. He handed me the hairbrush and descended across my lap, an obvious erection despite what he knew was coming.

 I started him off with some hard whacks to the seat of his panties, and the bare skin below. After a time, I peeled his panties down his legs to his knees, and spanked his bare bottom. I went hard on him. I had him kicking his legs and begging before too long, which is music to my ears but doesn't affect my stopping-point in the least. I covered every inch, even parting his cheeks to spank into his cleft. Only when I felt he had fully learned the first part of his lesson did I restore his panties to his brightly blushing cheeks.

I then told him to clean up his kitchen. He had five minutes and would get one additional belt lick for every 10 seconds late.

Well you never saw a boy move so fast! He was very motivated and got it done barely in time. His reddened pantied cheeks were wiggling like crazy as he cleaned the sinks, countertops and the mess he had left on the floor. I inspected, and found a few faults. He had to do those parts over, and that put him overtime by about a minute.

"Bend over." I told him, indicating the back of the couch. He had a pained expression on his face, but did as he was told. "Lower your panties." I told him after he was bent over. He reached behind and lowered them to beneath his cheeks. They would not go lower as he was lying on the front of the panty.

I took up the belt, doubled it up, snapped it, and told him he was going to be belt-whipped thirty times, as hard as I could swing, for being a messy marvin.

I swung the belt hard right across his cheeks, and was rewarded by a yell, a stiffening of his whole body that raised his legs up off the floor, and a nasty red rectangular stripe across his ass.

I love the CRACK of the belt as it swings across those defenceless little man-cheeks!

I waited about fifteen seconds between strokes and did it again, concentrating on his ass. After a few such, I could see his hands start to come up and move towards his ass. He knew better though, and returned them to the seat of the couch without me having to say anything. It was funny watching his hands wave in mid-air, undecided. I did remind him, though, that if his hands came up we would be starting from the beginning, but he already knew that.

After the thirty, he thought he was done. I disabused him of that silly notion. He was a minute late cleaning the kitchen, and so had earned another six strict beltings. "Pull you panties down to you ankles," I told him, "you're getting these on your legs".

I belt-spanked the backs of his legs (which he hates), and left some great marks and one little bruise on the far side of his thigh where the belt had wrapped around.

"Are you ever going to leave the kitchen a mess again for when I come home?" I asked him.

"no ma'am" he answered in a small, shaking voice.

"You better not, you little belt-whipped bitch." When he talks so submissively to me, it brings this sort of thing out of me.

I helped him up, gave him a hug, and told him that he mustn't test me, because I will not hesitate to use the belt, or the strap if he pushes me. He apologized for the careless mess. I knelt in front of him and pulled his panties back up his legs.

Then I walked him over to the wall, and had him put his nose against it, holding up a piece of paper. There is a cardboard banker's box I keep there that he must stand in front of. It is so that his feet are away from the wall and he has to bend forward and arch his back to hold up the paper. I had him cross his arms behind him, at the small of his back, and had him hold his belt. Then I pulled down his panties to just beneath his cheeks so that I could admire the marks from his leathering.

I set the stove timer for five minutes, and told him that when the timer went off, he could come upstairs and give me an orgasm with his tongue, as punishing him had made me very wet and horny.

Saturday, October 20

Playing Doctor

As you'll recall, david and I went on a little shopping trip a month ago and purchased a new, larger dildo: Adam. I have been frustrated, however, as I have not yet been able to properly fuck him with it using my strap-on equipment. I got it into his ass once, but had to take it right out again as he was in too much pain. Since then, david has been afraid of trying again (poor baby).

I decided this needed to stop, so I had a little surprise for him the other night. I decided that we were going to be playing Doctor! david was game for playing Doctor, but he didn't know exactly what I had in mind.

I dressed myself up authentically in lab coat with a real stethoscope around my neck (don't ask where I got it!).

I made david clean out his ass thoroughly and put on his baggy white undies before we started (he says these make him feel like a little kid).

Then I ushered him into "my office", told him to strip to his underpants, and sit and wait for me. I left him like that for five minutes or so. He got to stare at some of the "equipment" I had assembled and get used to the idea of what was awaiting him.

I bustled in very professionally with a clipboard in hand, made a bit of the usual condescending small talk Doctors do to put patients at their ease, and started my examination. First I listened to his heart with my stethoscope, then to his lungs, getting him to breathe deeply in and out. I used my pink toy thingy to look into his eyes, ears, and mouth, getting him to stick out his tongue and say "ahhhh".

Then I looked away from him and felt up his chest "looking for lumps".

Then I slowly pulled on a pair of latex gloves in front of him.

I had him stand up and then pulled down his underpants to just below his cock. I then grabbed his balls and asked him to cough. 

When I was done, I pulled them back up again quickly.

I picked up the Vaseline and the thermometer and told him I needed to take his temperature rectally.

"Can't you do it in my mouth???" he begged. "This is much more accurate," I told him. I had him lie on his tummy and I pulled his undies back down to underneath his blushing bare cheeks. Then I pushed a glob of Vaseline up his bottom hole, and inserted the thermometer.

He jumped because it was cold! I left it like that for a good couple of minutes, adjusting it a little bit every now and then. Then I pulled it out and declared his temperature a little elevated.

Keeping him like that, I then pushed my finger into his bumhole telling him I needed to examine his prostate. I squirmed my finger up inside of him, stroking his prostate, and commenting on how tight he was back there!

I pulled out, declaring him to be a normal healthy male, pulled his undies back up for him, and told him to go back to sitting.

I sat next to him and consulted my notes. I told him his wife Julie had been in to see my just the other day, and in a routine discussion of her sex life she revealed to me how she is a naturally dominant women, but that her husband was resistant. I looked down at my notes again, and said that in particular his wife was interested in giving him spankings, and pegging him with a large dildo. I asked david what was the problem, why couldn't he do this thing for his wife, for her pleasure?

david played along and said he was afraid that being hit would injure him, and that it was so gay to have anything up his bum. I became a little angry with him for his homophobic comment, and scolded him for his attitude. I then scolded him for being selfish, and not thinking of his wife's pleasure at all. How did he expect to keep her if he wouldn't agree to sex the way his wife wanted it? Did he want a divorce? He assured me he didn't, and then asked if I could help him.

I told him that this is what I would do. I would give him a proper, medically supervised spanking, so there was no way he could be injured. I told him that I would show him that he can actually experience tremendous fanny pain, and a complete discolouration and even slight bruising of his bottom flesh, and yet be in no danger whatsoever of permanent injury.

I also told him that his wife was only excited by the prospect of taking his bottom hole wearing a dildo considerably larger than his own penis. "No!" he begged (a bit for real this time!). Oh yes, I told him. To be safe, however, he needed to be worked up to such a large phallus. I showed him the three graduated artificial phalluses, and told him that we would have each one in for ten minutes, stretching him out as he was learning about spanking. By the end, he would be spanked with the largest of the three phalluses lodged firmly in his bumhole. The, when he was accustomed to the girthy invader, I would use hand action to simulate a proper, deep, hard pegging from his wife.

I sat on the bed, made him stand beside me, I lowered his white underpants to his ankles, and pulled him across my lap. I used my hand to warm up his bottom, re-assuring him that I was a Doctor and would make sure no injury would occur during his spanking. I built up the strength of the swats, pointing out to him along the way that I was by now hitting him quite hard and that there was no injury to him whatsoever.

The I reached over and grabbed the smallest of the three dildos. With david over my knee, I condomed it, lubed him and inserted it. He pretended to be in great pain as part of the role play, but I knew this little guy gave him no trouble at all. I pulled it in and out, and gave him a little hand-fucking with it. Then I pushed it in nice and deep and started spanking him again. I reached over and grabbed my hairbrush, and started swatting him with that. Every now and then I would lightly spank the base of the dildo, which made him jump and yelp.

I started spanking his cheeks good and hard. He yelled out swearing he was being injured! I told him that was nonsense, I was a Doctor and I could assure him that he was not being injured in the slightest, and all he was feeling was the pain of a woman administering to him a good hard hairbrush spanking which he would need to get used to for the sake of his marriage.

By now his bottom was rosy red, and the small dildo was no longer popping out at all as I spanked him. I thought it was time for more anal stretching. I dislodged the small dildo, and then inserted the middle one after condoming it and lubing it and him.

He again complained, but he knew he was just playing along, as this was his usual pegging dildo. Once again, I teased his anal opening and tip-fucked him a bit. Then I pushed it in deep which made him gasp, and pulled it right out again, and repeated that a few times. While it is his regular pegging dildo, he still knows when he is getting fucked by it!

Then it was dildo lodged deep and back to the hairbrushing. This time there was no mercy as I spanked him good and hard onto his red, red, ass, and right down onto his thighs, bruising him a bit there as I spanked. I also made sure to give a few light taps to the base of the dildo as well each time it threatened to pop out from the ass beating he was getting across my knee.

Finally I pulled the medium purple dildo free of his ass and inspected. His asshole was nicely open. Usually it's clammed up tight, but after about ten or fifteen minutes of the stretching and hand-fucking, it gaped open at me nicely. He was ready for Adam.

I had him stand up off my lap, and then lie on his back, lifting his legs. I prepared Adam and then scooted in between his legs. I took the big bulbous head and pushed it against his rectum. "Ow ow ow!" he said (as usual) as I kept the pressure up, slow and steady. But very quickly it disappeared right up into him. He was in a bit of pain, so I didn't move it at all, just let it sit in there with the tip just past his anal opening. After a minute or so he calmed down and I was able to push it in a bit deeper, and move it gently in and out of him. I was fucking him with Adam!

I could tell that while he was being stretched and in pain, it was transitioning to a nice pain, and I was able to go a bit more vigorously. I then pushed it in as deeply as it would comfortably go (there was still an inch or so not yet in) and told him to stand up, holding the dildo inside himself with his hand. He got to his feet awkwardly. I sat down where he had been, and beckoned him across my lap once again, which he did very gingerly. If he moved too quickly, he experience a shot of pain I could see in his eyes, so I let him move at his own pace.

Finally he was back across my knee, with the huge dildo inside of him. I took up my hairbrush and spanked him some more. Later on, david told me he could barely feel these hard spanks, pre-occupied as he was with the huge anal intruder.

After a bit, I went back to the dildo, and started a gentle in and out motion. Each time in I went deeper and deeper. At last I was getting it in all the way, "balls deep" so to speak, on each thrust. I paused momentarily to re-lube, and then I picked up the pace again. By now it was a hard fucking, deep, with fast strokes.

At this point, I started lecturing him again on not being such a selfish husband. I told him that his wife enjoys fucking him hard with a large dildo, and he was being a total baby not accepting that from her. As I lectured, I continued the hand-fucking, pausing every now and then to hand-spank his red cheeks, and then returning to the dildo.

I finished him up by pushing the dildo in as deep as it would go, and then spanking him all over his cheeks. I made him stand and told him he may now go to the bathroom to dislodge the dildo for himself (the previous two came out clean, but I was concerned about this one!).

He was a few minutes in the bathroom and then came out sheepishly to me. He looked spent but happy, and we hugged, both agreeing that it was a hot Doctor's scene!

I did not fuck him with my strap-on this time, but next time I'm in the mood that is exactly what he will be getting after a hard spanking to put him in a submissive mood, and bit of dildo corner time for pre-stretching.

After that, he had better mind me because Adam will become his new punishment dildo!

Saturday, October 13

Another eSubbie

Here's a nice spanked bum from an eSubbie I made hit himself 100 times with his own belt.

I would say he did an adequate job, no?

Here is another punishment I made him do. Truss up his own testicles and whip them with a little cord.

I don't see any whip marks on his sac, though...

The time before that I subjected him to 100 whips with an electrical cable (he specifically asked me for that one, so I allowed it to him as a favour after he had done as he was told - am I not kind?)

My little eSubbie has an issue over-masturbating to Internet Porn and staring at Female backsides in the street. I made him find the image below and stand in front of it, imagining his tongue licking her asshole, while he whacked himself 100 times with a wooden paddle.

And here was the result of his paddling, in the pose I demanded:

Oh, how he begged me to please, please, not publish his photos on my blog! Here was his email to me:
hi miss thank you for correcting me i will do that
can i do it with a leather electric cable instead ? that's one thing
another is that i don't want this photo to be published
you can double my punishment if you think that's appropriate but no publishing
And my inevitable reply:
No ads, you are not to use an electrical cord. If I wanted that, I would have told you to do that. And you have no say about whether your pathetic little bitch ass gets posted on my blog or not.
But even after those punishments, he still confessed to being a dirty little masturbator. Here were my instructions to him:
But as you point out, you don't seem to have learned your lesson. You are still a dirty, dirty boy. You need to get a big glob of toothpaste, wet it thoroughly on the end of your finger, and then stick it up your asshole. Make sure it's in nice and deep. Then take a bar of soap, wet it and rub it into a good lather, rub it around the inside of your mouth, and then hold it in your mouth, dirty boy. Then grab the skin of your testicle sac, and pull up on that with both hands, nice and high, and I want your fingernails digging into it. You are to stand there like that for a full TEN minutes while you stare at a picture of big naked breasts. Maybe that will finally teach you not be such a dirty boy?
Here was the photo poor little ads chose for his punishment:

Can't you just imagine him standing there, staring at this picture, a burning bumhole, a soapy mouth plugged with a bar of soap, and pulling up hard on his worthless little testicles, nails digging in hard?

Ha Ha! What a little bitch.

Monday, October 8

Spanked and Masturbated by my Sister

We've gotten together a few times over the past month with Sue, but ever since she broke up with Trina I have not been initiating anything.  I took it as a great sign that Sue was a bit frisky earlier today. She came over for mid-afternoon drinks. david had bought some new audio equipment for the gym and was setting it up, so as Sue and I sat and chatted in the living room, we kept hearing songs cutting in and out from the gym below. david apparently likes Katy Perry, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Taylor Swift. What a pussy!

Anyway, when he came up, after a bit of a chit chat, Sue spontaneously came out with "you know, I haven’t seen you spanked in a while…". I asked Sue if she would like that, and she said she very much would. So I told david to change into a pair of his "punishment panties" and bring me down his hairbrush, because he would be putting on a little show for Susan.

Sue had a big smile on her face as david appeared in his little blue frilled panties and nothing else, clutching a hairbrush. He was visibly excited in his panties. I made him stand in front of Sue and I and explain why he enjoys young female pop singers so much. After torturing him for a bit, and watching his excitement grow under his panties, I took him across my knee as Sue moved out of the way and perched nearby for a good view.

I slowly peeled his panties down to his ankles and then started in with the hairbrush on his defenceless little cheeks. As usual, I didn’t spare the strokes, and my boy was bouncing around my lap in no time flat, and Sue had a big smile on her face.  In honour of Sue's presence, I pulled his cheeks apart with my hand, and smacked the hairbrush up and down his tender crease, concentrating my attack just near his little hole.

I got some very vocal begging and pleading from that, let me tell you. Even after all he's been through, he's still embarrassed to be spanked this way in front of my sister.

"May I?" she asked.

Of course! I stood david up, and Sue and I changed places. He still had a BIG erection which he was forced to lay across Sue's lap. She then started smacking him as well, not sparing his thighs. She also pulled his cheeks apart a bit and gave him a few smacks up in there. Sue has no problems seeing david's anatomy!

"Keep going." I said, as I went up to our bedroom to grab some equipment. I came back down with a butt plug and my Hitachi (it's still fairly new - a gift from david a couple of months ago). I told Sue I wanted to see if it would work on a boy.

First thing I did was slide a towel onto Sue's lap. Then, "hold him apart?" I asked her. She spread his cheeks nice and wide. I dripped lube into his hole, lubed the plug, and pushed it home. When it was in, Sue patted the end of the plug. Then I plugged in the Hitachi and touched it to the base of the plug. david moaned sluttishly.

"Get his cock out." Said Sue. Great minds think alike! I made him spread his legs, reached under and pulled his cock and balls back behind his thighs and told him to clamp his legs together tightly. Now, under normal situations, he loves this position, as it's a bit tougher for him to cum, so it prolongs things for him. However, I do believe this is the first time any woman other than I has seen him in this position, and so I'm sure it was mortifying for him.

I then played the Hitachi up and down his penis and balls.

Observing david's reaction, Sue asked "is he going to cum across my lap?"

"Yes" I said, simply.

"Let's switch places, I want to use it." said Sue.

So we switched again, and we had david, cock and balls back out again, but this time across my towel-covered lap. Sue had the Hitachi and was experimenting with it. When david wasn't looking, she even pushed it up against the front of her jeans and said "nice!"

I gave david a little hand spanking as Sue worked the Hitachi up and down, and up and down. She went from tip to shaft to balls to butt plug, then back down again. Up and down. Up and down. She was looking fascinated by the whole thing, but more like a scientist examining a bug rather than a woman getting excited!

Meanwhile, the sisterly masturbation was taking its toil on david, and he writhed across my lap, thighs clamped together. He couldn't help but stick his butt up in the air as the Hitachi worked its magic. Once when he did that I grabbed his ball sac and made him keep his butt up high like that. Sue mashed the underside of his cocktip into the crease between his thighs with the bulbous Magic Wand as I held him up by the balls.

Then it started. david yelled out "no! no!" (he often does that when he cums - it's a long-standing fantasy of his to be "made to cum" so he often has that running around his head when I do something that makes him cum). "NO!" he yelled as he spurted out a stream of white cum down the backs of his thighs. Sue kept her distance, and I grabbed his cock to aim it down towards his legs more.
Sue had a lovely little smirk on her face as she shut down the Hitachi.

I asked Sue for a dampened kitchen rag, and cleaned the cum off him. I kept his butt plug in. I led him to his very favourite living room corner, and made him stand there, hands by his sides, panties around his knees. As a little extra dose of humiliation, I made him hold an 8.5x11 sheet of paper in the corner with his nose. This ensures he stays put, and does not slack off on the nose in the corner thing.
Sue had to leave, but before she did she went over to david's corner and thanked him for letting her help out with his spanking, as she really needed a good dose of kink. She laid a little kiss on his cheek and patted his butt plug.

"How long should I keep him there?" I asked Sue.

"Hmmm... is a half hour too long?" she said.

"Not at all!" I said back. "You hear that sweetie, Sue would like you in your corner for a half hour. If that paper drops, or if that plug falls out, I bend you over for a strapping, and then you'll start corner time over from the beginning. Understood?"

"yes dear," he said, meekly, nose in corner.

Yummm! I love when he's obedient to me in front of my sister!

I think a half hour is a pretty long time. I have never tried it myself, but I'm sure it will be painful and the time will drag. But I figured after what he just got, he needed a little penance to balance the scales!

Besides, his butt hole needs a little stretching, because Adam still needed to come out to play!

Tuesday, October 2


The below is a story written by one of my pen pals after reading my latest post, Good Boy Spanking. It's about a man caught masturbating to my blog! Oh Dear!


Sometimes things have a way of backfiring completely. It was a case of extreme domestic discipline irony.

Brett sat down at his computer fully intending to get to the work needed doing. Instead he opened his web browser and carefully typed in the familiar search. He could have used a bookmark if he had ever had the nerve to save one, but a search for strict julie supplied the link he needed.

For a moment breath caught in his throat. He felt a stirring between his legs and was aware of his behind where it rested on the chair. He made a nervous tick of a look around but his wife had gone to the mall that afternoon. He was alone, and Tanya would surely not be home soon. In any case, he would hear the garage door and have plenty enough time to make it appear as if he had been working innocently.

In Brett's head there was actually little going on in the way of careful planning. He knew the situation was all. His focus was on his computer screen, where Strict Julie's blog was causing his stirrings. He read the three words over again, Good Boy Spanking. "What is this?" he asked himself. He was more than intrigued.

Brett knew well about spanking. The clear association for him was strictly at odds with what he was seeing. Spankings are for misbehavior. It is when you get in trouble that you get a spanking. Trouble is something to be avoided; case in point, his careful web browsing. He had learned the sorry fact a long time ago, and nothing in that regard had changed since his marriage to Tanya. Miss Julie Strict was also a strong proponent of spanking discipline. So he needed an answer. What is good boy spanking? More important, what did strict Miss Julie have to say about it?

He continued to read. Julie Strict took david up to the bedroom where she made him strip. Completely naked. Her description made Brett shift weight where he was sitting. There was nothing here he couldn't relate to. If david was getting a spanking, then getting it naked was understandable. Brett knew. When he'd been a bad boy, he'd forfeited all rights to modesty. But this that he was reading became an entirely different situation when Miss Julie also removed her clothing. To administer the punishment? Miss Julie naked. It was too much. Brett was no longer merely stirring. He was stiffening. His hand was down the front of his jeans trying to make room for what had become uncomfortably larger.

Miss Julie Strict then sat on the bed. Brett could picture her sitting prim and proper in all her naked glory, buttery legs, knees together forming a breathtaking platform for a boy's breathless surrender. Nothing threatening here. No pleas and promises to be good. No feminine voice scolding, menace laced with honey. This was new to Brett, but his heart pounded just the same. In place of the hairbrush, paddle, or other dreaded implement, in Miss Julie's hands was baby oil. She was rubbing it on david where Brett was now feeling a delicious agony, and Brett was no longer thinking too clearly, wanting to be where david was rather than in his office in front of his computer, where he had stripped just as naughtily naked.

Brett's eyes were glued to the screen. Miss Julie was in total control. With her slippery expert hands she made her man hard, quivering hard as he stood submissively at her side, but she did not allow him release, bringing him close again and again to a point of desperation. She had other plans for david, and david could have nothing but what his wife allowed him. Brett was in a similar state, stroking but not allowing himself to get too carried away. His desperation was to finish what he was reading.

It got better. Much, much better. With david still aching for release, his wife rubbed baby oil onto her own bare thighs, as if they were not already the most delectable surface. Did david moan in anticipation? Brett would have, and then he did when he read Miss Julie's own words, "face down over my lap in a traditional OTK spanking position". Brett was aroused and confused. Spankings, by tradition, are for discipline. Julie Strict felt a hard cock on her oiled lap, and all david was was a very lucky boy. To lay naked across those thighs, and with one hand back to feel his disciplinarian's regal behind, the other holding onto her slender ankle? If this was punishment, then Brett wanted to be bad.

A little bedside paddle. That was what Strict Julie held in her pretty hand, and this was simply too much for Brett to bear. Could this siren be any more wickedly seductive? She could have used that hand to spank. Wouldn't this be more appropriate for a good boy? The feminine hand used for a nice friendly slap and fondle? No, not Miss Julie Strict. Good boy or bad, a spanking is a spanking. Brett could almost feel the little bedside paddle as hard as his cock in his hand. He was reading about a spanking he had only imagined on some level beyond his conscious grasp, a spanking administered by a woman adept at driving the line between punishment and reward, a woman wielding all her power, the hot sting above, the silk below. It was an increasingly strict paddling compelling more writhing over that lap causing more arousing friction.

According to Miss Julie, david was undergoing a good old fashioned cheek reddening, and as she felt him getting closer and closer to orgasm, she spanked harder and harder. At his computer, Brett stroked harder and harder, Miss Julie's written word inspiring him to a frenzy. David was holding out remarkably well as his cock was allowed to slip between and to be trapped by smooth warm thighs. Brett knew that over Miss Julie's bare skin, he would not last long enough to require such charity. By then he'd have spent his entire allowance, and it was on that thought that Brett exploded into the wad of tissues he was holding.

He came down quickly. Brett went straight to the bathroom to clean up, stood dripping in the shower. Lust no longer advising him, he could hear the whispers of guilt, saw his reflection in the mirror, still naked and newly shamed. He dried himself and headed back to the scene of his crime. Sitting in his chair, in front of his computer, Tanya was looking intently at Strict Julie's blog, at the article he had just been reading. His wife had tired quickly of the mall that day and had returned home much earlier than expected. The garage door had surely provided the expected warning while a very bad boy was under water. And so the irony. He was walked naked to the bedroom where the hairbrush was taken from her drawer. His wife did not get naked, and Brett did not get a good boy spanking.

Tuesday, September 25

Good Boy Spanking

I mentioned the other day that sometimes I give david a particular kind of "good boy" spanking and promised I would describe it. In fact he got one of those not too long ago, so I can relate that one.

He had been a good boy and helped me to masturbate to a story I was reading by standing in the corner and looking submissive and femmed up in bra and panties. I didn't want him cumming that night, so I took some measures to prevent that, but told him that next day he would get a good boy spanking.

Next day, when the time came, I took him up to the bedroom. I made him undress to naked, and I did the same. I then sat on the side of the bed and called him over.

With us both naked, me sitting on the bed, him standing beside me, I poured baby oil on my hands and started rubbing his penis and testicles. He was already hard before this, but this got him quivering hard. Whenever he would get too excited, I would stop for a bit, and then restart when he had calmed down. I basically continued this way until his knees were trembling and I could see his eyes begging me for a release.

At this point, I poured some baby oil onto my thighs, rubbed it in a bit, and made him lie face down over my lap in a traditional OTK spanking position.

As he draped himself across me, I felt his hard cock pushing down onto my slippery lap, and sensed how excited he was. I had him reach his left hand back and put it on my ass, and I had him hold my ankle with his right hand. I then took up a little bedside paddle and began spanking him. Not too hard, but hard enough.

The rest of his time across my lap would be a delicate balancing act between, on the one hand, his submission, his fondling of me, his excitement at my nudity, his excitement at being given a spanking by his wife, and the sensation of his cock and balls rubbing against me; and, on the other hand, an increasingly strict paddling.

As I spanked him, he writhed and rubbed across my lap. He knows he is allowed to ejaculate all over my lap if he can manage it. In fact, if he cannot get himself off in that fashion, then he's not getting off at all that night. So I therefore have a very motivated hubby squeezing my ass, caressing my lower leg and ankle, and humping my lap for all he is worth, all the while undergoing a good old fashioned cheek reddening.

As I felt him getting closer and closer, I spanked him harder and harder. At one point his cock slips between my oily thighs, and I clamp in on it hard, giving him a nice tight "hole" to hump. I don't want him cumming like that, though, and by manipulating my legs and timing it, I got his cock back across my thighs, which is where I want him when he cums (I'm thinking of the carpet, here).

A few more hard spanks, little hubby with his ass high and going crazy across my lap (like a dirty little slut), and the inevitable happened. I felt a nice warm series of spurts onto my thighs as he shuddered and yelled out, and then collapsed across my lap, all spent up.

I made him get up and go get a nice warm wash-cloth and towel, as I kept my legs crossed trying to keep the mess off the carpet. He came back and knelt in front of me, and gently, gingerly, washed me off and patted me dry.

That's what I call a "good boy" spanking.

Thursday, September 20

Gender Bending Story


Long time no write, I know. I've been sooo busy lately. Not too busy for plenty of kinky fun, but too busy to blog about it! Wahhh!

I should give you all the bad news first. Sue and Trina are history. Trina went off to the other side of the country to go back to school, and they decided to call it quits. We got together for a final spank fest. It was fine, but it lacked the joy given the circumstances, and I don't feel much like writing about it. Don't feel too bad for Sue, though, she was getting a little fed up with her toy anyways, and was thinking she might want to stick with someone within a decade of her age. Women seem to be drawn to Sue like bees to honey, so she has her pick of the litter for funtime. Hopefully she can pick up another playmate for us.

Meanwhile, a pen-pal of mine wrote up an absolutely brilliant story for me inspired by the The Julieverse and by david's and my flirting with the concept of male sex for him.

After I read it, I wrote him back how great it was, but that I really needed some quality time with my Hitachi to truly appreciate it!

I asked for his permission to publish it, but the little shit made me buy the rights from him by promising to get myself off to his story. Well I needed those rights, because I wanted to edit the story and post it for you guys, so what choice did I have?

At first I thought I would have to wait until the weekend, and then slip surreptitiously into the bedroom without david noticing to take care of business, but then I gave myself a good shake and said, "Hey! Who's the Domme here, exactly?"

So I got the story set up on my iPad this evening, went into the bedroom, and told david to "Get up here! NOW!" When he arrived I told him I found a sexy story on the Internet and I wanted to masturbate to it. It was about a lady who feminized her man, so I wanted him in his bra and panties as a visual while I read it to myself. He dressed as he was told, and then I told him to get out my Hitachi, plug it in, and hand it to me. By then I was already naked in bed, propped up with pillows against my headboard.

david seemed very excited to dress up and get my vibrating massager ready for me. At least so indicated the bulge in his panties. I then told him to turn around, stand with his nose in the corner, where I could see his pretty little pantied ass, and hands at his sides OR ELSE! (In my household, "or else" always means the strap, so the admonishment tends to be obeyed faithfully).

I read the story as I used my massager on all the right places. And I came twice, you'll all be happy to know. So there you go. Paid in full and it's MY story now! Beh ha ha ha ha!

It was apparently tough for david to just stand there, not even allowed to tug his cock as I worked that massager into me and came loudly. After I was done, he asked if he could read the story? "Nope" I said. "It was for me, not you."

I played with his cock inside his panties, and told him he was not getting any relief tonight, but he was going to get to sleep in his bra and panties, lucky boy. He goes to bed earlier than me owing to his work schedule, so I would be tucking him in like that. [In fact, our mismatched sleepy times actually makes this blog possible in a way].

But I knew that after all that stimulation, he would be tugging on himself like a little monkey, and I couldn't let that happen. Being Canadian, we have a good supply of old woollen mittens, so I got a pair of those, and put them on his hands, and then masking taped them up around his wrists so that I would know if they were removed. That fixed him good. It's hard for a poor fellow to jerk himself in woolly mittens!

I put him in bed, pulled up the covers, and kissed him sweetly night night. I told him that if he was a good boy, tomorrow I would Baby Oil his cock and my thighs, put him across my lap, and give him a good boy spanking. He tends to make quite a little mess on my legs when we play like that, but he is so happy writhing and moaning to my spanks that I don't mind one little bit! Besides, he cleans me up very well afterwards.

I have the story in question on the link below. It's really an amazing read. It's 95% my pen pal and 5% a few additions of my own. You will never guess which ones are my additions!

Please post a comment if you read it and masturbated to it. I'll keep a running count of the number of orgasms! We're at 2 already and counting...

here is the story: Sexcationing

Saturday, September 8

Story: Humiliated by the Victoria's Secret Girl!

I have a pen-pal who wanted to confess things to me and have me be the strong dominant type with him. His first confession was.
Well, a woman ordered me to go to Victoria's Secret and ask the salesgirl for a bra and then to go into the fitting room and try it on!

I decided I would write him back with a fantasy response, and then asked him to write the same story from his perspective. His story back was amazing. Picked up on a number of my elements, and fleshed them our beautifully, not slavishly following my story exactly, but improving it markedly. He is a talent, but he wishes to remain anonymous.

Please enjoy the results of our efforts!

Julie's Story:

Oh joseph! Really????

Imagine how uncomfortable you made the other women in that store feel, much less the salesgirl, though I am sure she is used to men like you by now.

I march you right back to that store, mister, and we find that salesgirl. I tell her that I found this bra, and it is certainly not mine. Your lame explanation is that you bought it for yourself. Yeah right! Fortunately for you, she corroborates your story. Now instead of having a cheater on my hands, I find I have a little perv who somehow gets off on purchasing (and no doubt, yuck, wearing) women’s clothes.

I make you apologize to that salesgirl. I tell her that as soon as I get you home, you are in for the worst hiding you have ever experienced for that stunt. I’ll belt whip your ass so that you won’t be able to sit for a week! But I want to make sure you associate the punishment firmly with your disgusting little fetish. So you can wear that fancy bra of yours during your whipping. As a matter of fact, why stop there? I ask the salesgirl to help us pick out a nice pair of thigh-high stockings, a garter belt, and some lacy panties to match that bra. We hold them up against you to check for size. I make you purchase them (my, they are expensive, aren’t they?).

I ask the salesgirl’s permission to have you change into them here and wear them home. She laughs and is only too delighted to lead you to the change rooms. It seems Victoria’s Secret has a perv policy, they allow “men” to do that. I tell you to put them on and call me when you are in nothing but.

I chat with the salesgirl about husbands and boyfriends, and how sometimes you just need to treat them like the children they are. Before too long, you sheepishly poke your head out of the curtain and tell me they are on. I beckon the salesgirl. There is nobody else there just now. I draw the curtain wide open and you shriek in embarrassment as you are displayed in your feminine finery. The salesgirl stifles a laugh at you. I tell you you’ll be wearing that for a week under your clothes, hand washing them every night, and standing bare with your nose in the corner while they machine dry. I also remind you that you have a severe belt whipping across the seat of those panties waiting for you at home.

I ask the salesgirl that since you no doubt offended her, if she would like to come over to our place and watch you get whipped. She says she is off in an hour, and would be delighted to. She deals with pervs all the time in the store, and it’s about time a wife did something about it. I give her the address and tell her to take her time. You will be holding a quarter against the wall with your nose, dressed in nothing but your pretty new lingerie, and with your hands tied firmly behind your back until she gets there.

When she finally arrives, we have a nice spot of tea as you continue standing there, in obvious pain. When it is time, I bend you over the back of the sofa and pull out from around my jeans the thick leather belt that I will use to beat your pantied ass. I double it up and go to town. Full force strokes with follow through right across the seat of your little pants. The salesgirl suggests that the panties might rip, given the force of my swats. She suggests we lower them. What a splendid idea! She herself subjects you to a well-deserved panty-lowering, and then I continue on with belt on your now very bare naked ass.

As I tan your bare hide, the panties work their way down to your ankles, and then fly off as you kick and scream at your justly earned beating. We take turns using the belt on your ass, seeing who can hit hardest. The backs of your legs don’t escape either. She suggested we spread your legs to get the whipping “inside” as well. What a lewd site that was! legs spread, bumhole on display, cock and balls dangling there in front of us! I particularly enjoy targeting the crease of your ass, and am rewarded with some delicious screams as the belt snakes its way into your ass crack and whips your asshole. The salesgirl is young and enthousiastic, and strong, but not so accurate. She targets the insides of your thighs, which really has you yelping and begging for mercy. Too bad your hands are still tied behind your back and you can’t escape! It’s hard to get in there but miss your balls, apparently. You really scream as the belt accidentally whips your penis and balls. And how careless of her to have that “accident” happen three times in a row?

It was a very sorry and sniffling husband I led to the corner to display his well-whipped hindquarters. Oh, if your balls hurt so much, you can just grab them as you stand there in your corner!

His Story Back:

I couldn't believe I was actually going to meet Julie.

We started conversing -- emailing actually - over the internet.

She has a dominant blog in which she describes how she tortures her husband.

My secret is that I've always been submissive.

Now she had actually offered to meet me at a Starbucks at a mall and I had agreed. I wasn't sure what to expect...maybe she would show...maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she would be attractive...maybe she wouldn't. I had never been more nervous in my life...I wasn't sure if I wanted her to show or not.

I was just about ready to go when I looked up and saw a pretty attractive woman wearing black high heels, a blue skirt and a red top. That's what she said she would be and blue and red....I guess to signfiy what happens when she spanks guys.

I took a deep breath and walked over and gave the signal "Can I buy you a coffee". I mean, who else tries to pick someone up in a Starbuck by buying them a coffee?

Oh -- did I say she was attractive? Not slutty over the top stripper attractive...more like girl next store who can rock your world attractive.

She looked me up and down putting me in my place and just said "tall mocha cappuccino latte". So of course I got on line and got her the coffee.

We sat down. She didn't say much. Just drank her coffee....kind of forced me to watch her tounge go after the foam....trying to get me hard....succeeding.

She finished the coffee and said/ordered "Let's go shopping".

She grabbed my hand and walked me out of Starbucks into the mall. I was happy to have some physical contact, no matter how small.

A smile showed on her face "Oh look, one of my favorite stores......probably one of yours too". I realized she was speaking of the Victoria's Secret.

We walked into the was late so it was pretty empty. There were a few salesgirls around....Julie passed up the first one and went after the second one. I have no idea why she picked this one, but terror struck my heart as I realized that a while back I had actually bought a bra from this VS from this very salesgirl. I prayed she wouldn't recognize me. That prayer was not answered....she looked up and gave me a wink and said "how are you doing?"

I hesitated....Julie looked at me and I had to speak to the salesgirl. She had a nametag that said "Charmagne". I said "Charmagne, my girlfriend found a bra in my things. She thinks I was cheating on her....I told her that the bra was mine and I bought it here. Could you please tell her that's the you remember me?"

Charmagne looked at me and I could see the wheels spinning. She was in a no-lose situation. She could either admit that I was telling the truth and see where things went from there (she looked at Julie and some kind of weird vibe passed between them) or she could say she didn't remember anything which would really screw me with Julie. All of a sudden I felt I was naked and Charmagne had my balls in her hand that she was thinking of squeezing and Julie had a hammer ready to smack them if Charmagne let go of them.

Charmagne decided to tell the truth....or maybe just to play along...and said "Oh yes, how is that bra working out for you?"

I felt so relieved...for a microsecond. Now Julie had confirmation that I had tried to crossdress...what would she do?

She looked like she wanted to kill me...and there's not much I could do to stop her.'s embarrassing to admit but in a physical contest, Julie can beat me. If you looked at us you wouldn't think so....I'm a little bigger than her and I'm a guy. She's in good shape but it's not like she's some kind of weightlifter or anything. But the one time we ended up fighting it didn't take her long to subdue me. It's a combination of several things....first, she seems to know what she is doing. Second, she knows where my weak points are.....she's quite capable of shoving a knee into my balls or pulling me by the earlobe. Third, she can do stuff to get me distracted and turned on in the middle of the fight which gives her the advantage. Fourth, she has a natural psychological advantage over me. There's probably reasons 5 and 6 that I can't even think of now.

Anyway, Julie just looked at me and Charmagne and said "Well, he needs panties and stockings to go along with that sexy bra you picked out, don't you think?"

Charmagne looked like she had died and gone to heaven. Clearly she loved dressing guys up and she could tell that Julie was forcing me to do this. I bet lots of guys come into the store and poke around and leave without doing anything....for Charmage that is annoying. But to have a guy that would actually spend money...because his "girlfriend" was forcing him to buy looked like her pussy had gotten wet just by hearing about Julie's plan.

Charmagne just looked up and said "sure, follow me" And with that I spent the next 45 minutes at the hands of Julie and Charmagne in Victoria's Secret trying on whatever they wanted me to wear.

It was the most embarrassing 45 minutes of my life.
It was the sexiest 45 minutes of my life.
It may have been the best 45 minutes of my life.

At the beginning I was just embarrassed. But the store was pretty empty and they let me try stuff on in the woman's changing room. And after the first 10 or 15 minutes, I actually started to enjoy it. I started to think that I should wear women's panties all the time....they are so much more comfortable, smooth, sexy and interesting than men's underwear. They also made me wear pantyhose. Pantyhose is not as good as I looks so smooth on women's legs but it doesn't feel quite as good as it looks.

Still...if Juile were to order me to wear pantyhose under my pants to work, I suppose I would do what she said. It's not like I'd be wearing a dress or anything.

We finished up and Julie had me buy all kinds of stuff for myself and also stuff for her as well. She even made me buy stuff for Charmagne. I couldn't believe I spent $400 on lingerie. I wanted to pay cash but I didn't have it, so now it's on my credit card records. I saw that Charmagne took close attention to my name on the credit card and ask for my address as well. Julie left me in stockings and pantyhose but let me put my pants on on top of them.

I thought it was all over and I had survived, but I was sadly mistaken. Julie actually asked Charmagne if she wanted to go out for a drink with us! Charmagne blushed and said that she would love to, but she had to close up the store and she couldn't do that for another half hour. I tried to say something like, "Oh, that's too bad" so that Julie would just leave it there, but she was not to be denied. She looked at her watch and said, "Well, it is getting a little late. Why don't you just come to my apartment when you get off work?" I couldn't believe it. Charmagne clearly wasn't sure what to do. Julie got a piece of paper and wrote something down...I'm not sure it it was our address or maybe just her phone number. Then Julie grabbed me by the hand and escorted me out of the store.

Everytime I walked through the mall it reminded me that I was wearing the stockings and pantyhose. Fortunatley, my dick did get soft. I didn't know what to say to Julie....I couldn't tell if I should be apologetic or just try to be close because we had shared a sexy experience or if I should try to break the spell and take charge. Yeah, right, like I had a chance to take charge after all that.

I thought we might go out for a drink but Julie just went straight to the apartment. When we got in I started to say something and she just looked at me and put her fingers over my lips and told me to take off the pants. So I did. Then she told me to take off my shirt. Then she told me to prance around a bit. She said " looks so cute, I wonder if I should put some lipstick and make-up on you". I prayed that she wouldn't...I knew if I protested, she would definitely do it. Fortunately the idea passed and she just said "Go open a bottle of wine". I did and poured us some glasses.

I couldn't resist "Did you really give that woman our address" She just smiled and said "What do you think". I said, I don't think you never brought anyone into the apartment before....I don't think you really want her knowing where we live."

Julie said "You're so smart". I felt relieved. She said "But you do need to be punished for buying that bra without telling me"

I shuddered....punishment from Julie moved from sexy to painful very quickly.

She went to get some of her toys and pulled out her favorite chair and sat down. She had me assume the position over her knees with my ass easily accessible. I thought the maybe the stockings and panties would protect me. I was wrong. She started with the back of a hairbrush. She had me count the smacks. After a while I felt numb and I knew I was turning red. She stopped...I guess her knees were hurting her. She had to go to the bathroom and she told me to wait in the corner. She came back and had some more wine. Then she picked up a whip....she actually bought it at a store where they have supplies for people that ride horses. She pulled down my stockings and started to whip me.

I couldn't believe how much it hurt and I started to scream. She told me to shut up.

Then the doorbell rang! I couldn't believe it. Julie looked at me and smiled...we both knew it was Charmagne.

Charmagne walked in an for a split second was completely shocked. I was hoping she would run away, but she quickly had a change in expression and a wave of anger and lust came over her. Julie came right back and started whipping me again. Then she looked up at Charmagne and said "My arm is getting a little you want to take over?" Charmagne just smiled and said "Sure".

She started tentatively but soon was smacking me just as hard, if not harder, than Julie. And then I realized another problem. Julie knows what she is doing...she has done this many times before. Charmagne was new at it. Some of her shots were, how shall we say - off the mark. My ass is kind of used to getting hit. My thighs not so much. Especially the inside of them. And the back of my balls.

Getting spanked by Julie is a humbling experience. Getting spanked by Charmagne was more of a frightening experience. I started to think that maybe if Charmagne got more practice on me, she would get better. How messed up is that?

Julie wanted to get back in the action. I was hoping she would pay some attention to my cock, but she just loves spanking. I was hoping she would maybe start making out with Charmage, but that was not to be either. Instead she told Charmagne to concentrate on my left cheek while she worked on my right. It became incredibly painful. I was literally sweating as if I had run a few miles.

It hurt so much I put my hands back to block the whips....which is something Julie hates. I was shocked when Charmagne said "Why don't we tie up his hands?" Julie laughed and said "Great idea...use his own panties on him." Julie told Charmagne what to do....I could tell she liked the pecking order that she had established....Julie #1, Charmagne #2 and me at the bottom...maybe number 100. Meanwhile, I had to worry that Charmagne was new to this and clearly was taking to it rather well. Now Charmagne knew where I lived, and knew that I had a panty fetish, and she had tied me up and spanked me. What would prevent her from doing it to me on her own? She had all my information....she could find me and order me to do stuff.

What would Julie do if Charmagne started dominating me? Julie was mean but I trusted her completely. Charmagne could be a wild card. Was Charmage sufficiently afraid of Julie? I kind of got my answer when the phone rang and Julie went to answer it which left Charmagne alone with me. Charmagne told me to stand up...she actually had to help me since my hands were tied behind my back and I was bent over. I thought she might be taking pity on me because she turned me around and came in real close and started nibbling at my ear. I started to get even harder when all of a sudden Charmagne kneed me in the balls! I dropped to my knees in pain. Charmagne just stepped out of the way, put her hand on the back of my head and pushed. Gravity took over and I fell practically on my face. Then she started spanking me and Julie walked in. I was hoping Julie might rescue me, but she just said "Nice job, Charmagne!"

At this point I started to do what I do when I'm drunk and vomiting and in pain. I promised myself that if I ever got out of this I would never do this stuff again. It's just too dangerous. It's one thing to have some fetished, but now I felt completely helpless and scared. I tried to send my mind somewhere else, but you can't go somewhere else when you are being beaten by two sexy women. Charmagne started to go crazy on me.....she was walking on my with her heels and kicking at me. Even Julie realized she was losing it.

God, Julie is great. Somehow she managed to calm Charmagne down and take her to the other room. I think they finished the bottle of least it was gone the next day. I just lied on the ground and tried to recover. I could hear the door close as Julie gave Charmagne a kiss goodnight. I was hoping Julie would come untie me, but she didn't....she just left me there for a while. She actually just went to bed!

I was left to struggle out of my binds, which took about an hour. I wanted to jerk off, but I thought I ought not do anything that might upset Julie. I couldn't take another spanking. And what if she got Charmagne back. I went to sleep exhausted, horny, and in awe of my Julie. I wonder what she will do to me next?