Saturday, June 30

Massaged while on Vacation - part 1 - Julie has fun!

My husband has now officially been made love to by a man's hand! Ha Ha!
On our recent vacation we did three notable kinky things. The other two, buying then parading him in a woman's bikini bottoms, and having a pair of cute hotel maids see his spanked bare bum in the corner, I recounted in my previous two blog posts. With this third thing, I have saved what I think is the best for last.

We were checked into an elegant hotel and when I was in the room I found that they had a Spa located in the hotel. I thought wouldn’t a massage be grand? They advertised an 80 minute "Therapeutic Massage" that blended various different massage styles. I honestly wasn't thinking any kinky thoughts at all (except getting some kinks out of my neck) so I phoned down and booked my massage for the next day. I specifically asked for a Female therapist (I am not comfortable receiving a massage from a strange man). It was all booked up.

Next day, came massage time, I wandered up to the Spa in my bikini and a fluffy hotel robe and slippers. The Spa was located on the top floor, adjacent to a rooftop terrace that had a sunning area and a small cool pool. I thought I might catch a few rays after.

When I got up there I looked around for a Spa reception, but found none. I made a couple of passes and saw some literature, but no obvious place to check-in. Then I recalled seeing a young man in an all black outfit just standing there quietly, feet spread and arms crossed behind his back. I had actually passed him twice looking around. So I went to him and asked him where do I go for the Spa?

"You are Ms. Julie?" he asked in excellent though somewhat accented English. I told him I was and he confirmed "80 minute Therapeutic Massage?" Yup. That was me. "This way please." And he held the door he was standing in front of open for me.

I was a little confused. Usually you check-in at a reception desk, they give you a little tea and have you wait a couple of minutes, and then your therapist comes to get you and escorts you into the massage room. Was this guy the receptionist and was he taking me to the therapist???

He ushered me into the room which was the treatment room. Soft lighting, a massage table, soft ambiant music. He said "Please, undress however you are comfortable and lie on the table under the sheet," he said. And with that he left.

Whoa! Was he my massage therapist??? I had specifically asked for a Female. But I thought that the woman on the phone's English was not that great, and perhaps she heard the MALE part of feMALE only??? If she did, she must have thought "what a slut!" Or maybe he wasn't my therapist at all, but was just the receptionist getting me set and a woman therapist would walk in??? I was confused? Do I walk out and ask for clarification? Why didn’t I do that already? I would look like such a fool. Do I stay dressed and wait to see who shows up?

Then I got to thinking about the guy. He was extremely fetching. He was not overly tall, and very nicely muscled. Likely in his late twenties. He had a soft manner about him that I instantly took to. He had dark skin. Maybe Indian background but with a mix of features and an accent I could not pin down. Would it be so bad getting a massage from him? In fact, I got a little thrill from the thought! And I remembered how he had stood so patiently, still as a statue, feet spread, hands behind his back, as I wandered around trying to find reception, without saying a word until spoken to. That was nicely submissive.

I decided that rather than make a fuss, I would go with the flow. Whatever was destined to happen will happen. I'm on vacation so damn the torpedoes! I daringly stripped completely nude, and snuggled face down under the thin sheet awaiting my fate. My pussy was already tingling. Oh My!

A few moments later I head a soft knock. I said "come in". In stepped my Indian God. It was the man! Oh My Gosh! My heart was fluttering a little.

He introduced himself as Michael. His English was really excellent and he used a sophisticated vocabulary. He started explaining in a soft voice the massage. It would consist of some stretching first, followed by some deeper tissue work, followed by a softer massage with oil. He asked me to start face up, and he lifted the sheet up, hiding himself behind it, so I could roll over without him seeing me.

He started by baring my right leg, draping the sheet around it so that it pushed pleasantly up against my pussy. He then lifted my leg and manipulated it, moving it this way and that way and stretching it out, my foot right back towards my ear. He managed the sheet so that I never was exposed, but all that moving my leg around lit a fire in me down there! He did more of the same on the other side, and then moved to my arms. As he was doing my arms I felt the sheet barely clinging for dear life to my breasts, one gentle tug away from being bared to his eyes.

During the whole thing I chatted away with him. I asked questions about him and his city, and told him a little of myself and my husband and our trip. He was so demure and soft spoken. But he was so strong and beautiful, and his hands, Oh My God so sexy!

For the next phase he had me roll over. He then pulled the sheet down to my low (very low!) back. And he massaged my upper and lower back. Each time his fingertips reached my bum I moaned a bit and told him that was nice and asked if he could do more there (WHAT A SLUT!!!!). He let his hands go more freely and pushed his hand right under the sheet to massage my butt cheeks. He asked "is this all right?" and I said "it's divine" (SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!).

Then he went downstairs to work my leg muscles. He draped the sheet so that it was inside my bum crack and my butt cheek was exposed. He did incredible strokes all about and down my leg, from waist to toe, concentrating on my butt. He got me moaning again (SLUT!). As he rubbed up the insides of my thighs, his fingers came tantalizingly close to my pussy, but never touched it. Wah!

Then he had me turn over and did similar on the front of my legs and my arms, and my shoulders and neck. Yummy. Again, when he was doing the insides of my bared legs he got so close to my pussy. Arghhh!

We had continued our chat the whole time, and we were getting along well. I thought I would flirt a bit. No harm in that, right? I asked him if he was requested more by men or by women clients? He said more men. I asked if they were mainly gay men, did he think? He answered he was sure some were. Do they ever ask you to rub them in a sexual way? I asked (SLUT!). He said sometimes, yes. "Do you do it?" I asked with a twinkle. He said "here it's against the rules". Not an answer! "Do women ever ask you?" He didn’t answer, just made a little non-committal noise.

Good enough! In for a penny in for a pound! I felt utterly safe and utterly in control. Was it being unfaithful to david? Who cares. He had done it to me in massage parlours, and while married at that! Besides, he didn't need to know.

"Michael, I find the sheet gets in the way. Would you mind taking it away?" MEGA SLUT!

"Of course, Julie" he said, and he just whisked the sheet away leaving me bare as a baby on his massage table. Bare breasts, bare pussy. That was easy! What was I doing? This was dangerous I thought to myself, in more ways then one. Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God!

He stood up behind my head, and massaged down towards my tummy and abdomen. The tips of his fingers pushed to the inside crease of my leg sending thrills through me. When his hands came up they massaged the sides of my breasts to end at my shoulders, neck and head. His hands came under my breasts, and massaged all around them. I moaned like a bitch in heat. Only once, and very deliberately, did his fingers brush across my hard nipples. "More!" I begged.

Despite my slutty begging, he stopped anyways. I felt his finger push on the top of my head. Then between my eyes, then above my lip, then between my breasts, then right around my belly button, then on my lower addomen... Hmmm... this was getting interesting! The next press came just above my pussy. So close to bliss! The next press he jumped over my pussy and pushed up between my legs, on the skin between my pussy and my asshole. Embarrassing but lovely! Especially as he groped a bit to find just the right spot. How could I let this be happening to me!

He walked down the table and stood at my feet. His hands rubbed up my legs, deeply on the insides of my thighs. At the top end of his stroke his fingertips barely brushed the lips of my pussy. Oh God! This was killing me!  I spread my legs a bit wider for him. What was I doing??? A strange man had a perfect view right up my pussy, and was touching it! I am such a bad girl!!!

He then lifted both my legs and bent me over backwards. His strong hand rubbed my lower back and my butt cheeks. He rubbed inside my bum crack, brushing my anus. He rubbed the backs of my thighs, "accidentally" rubbing across my pussy several times as he did so.

He lowered me gently back down. He walked to beside me, and stroked my inner thighs with his strong hands. His arms and the blades of his hands blatantly rubbed up against the outer lips of my pussy. I was extremely close to having a rather extreme orgasm by then. I was moaning and whimpering under his touch so much. He was way better than david!

"Relax…" he said to me softly and moved up to my head where he gently massaged my temples.

I felt a twinge of annoyance, him telling me to "relax". And then I thought, shucks, is the protocol to stop short of making me cum??? Am I that offside that I needed correcting from this man??? How humiliating. Now I got a head rub until I calmed down? Really??

He stopped the temple massage and left me there. I could hear him doing something over there. I kept my eyes closed and tried to calm myself.

I gasped as I felt something burning hot on my tummy! When I recovered my senses I realized he had poured hot oil on me. He dribbled the oil up my tummy and he circled each breast and then dripped the oil directly on my nipples. His strong hands then grabbed my breasts and massaged the exceptionally slippery oil all over my upper body. Oh God it was fantastic!

He wasn't corecting me before for my sluttishness, he wanted to make sure I didn't cum before he got to this part! I guess he misjudged my abilities in that regard and went a little too fast before! Ha Ha!

Then he disengaged and the next thing was that the oil was poured over each leg in turn, stopping to rub it in. He then poured the oil on my high upper legs and my low abdomen, circling my pussy. He ended dribbling the oil right at my clit. Oh My God Oh My God! It's 'gonna get real good now!

Then he dove in with his hands and rubbed. He was not coy this time, he rubbed the lips of my pussy. He pulled on my labia and went all around it. He spread me and he circled my clit with his slippery fingers. Then he held my lips tightly closed as he pushed down on me, and slipped a finger through to my clit, fucking my clit with his amazing fingers.

Every now and then his hand slipped down and massaged my butt cheeks, his fingers trailing back up brushing me intimately everywhere. He was rough, then gentle, then inisistent, then feathery. He rubbed my skin and came back to my cunt. Oh God!

I confess that I came like there was no tomorrow! I tried not to scream, for the sake of his hotel job.

"That was very, very nice, Michael…" I told him, exhausted and flaked and relaxed on his table. "My pleasure, Julie" he whispered in his soft, soft, sexy voice. He then went away and came back with hot damp towels that he rubbed me all over with to get rid of the excess hot oil. That turned into a vigorous rubdown to get my circulation all nice and flowy again. He flipped me over and did the same on my back and bare butt. Hmmmm....

He left me once more and he rang a little bell. I guess that meant my massage was over. "Take your time, Julie" he said "I'll wait outside". I lay there a bit longer just revelling in the experience. I slowly got up and put the robe on. Didn’t feel like putting my bikini on. Too much effort! I just stuffed it into my pocket.

That's when it came to me. david needed to experience this.


Thursday, June 28

Husband Bare Bottomed in Corner in Front of Hotel Maids!

Last post I told you about the new swimsuit I bought for david. Yes it was skimpy and a feminine colour, and was actually a woman's bikini bottom, but it could have been a man's suit, if you're eyesight is not too good! Ha Ha! Holding his junk all in was the biggest challenge. The cut just wasn't there to handle that job properly. He was constantly having to tug and pull at the fabric to stay inside it. Hilarious! I told him that if I even saw a little bit of ball sac escape his bikini in public, that he would suffer through a balls out whipping from my thin leather belt as soon as I got him back to the hotel room. He kept them in!

Well, the vacation fun did not consist of only that. Not by any means! There are two more kinky incidents I arranged that I need to report on. I'll do one in this post, and save the last for the next post.

This post recounts the thing I had in mind from the moment I got it into my head that we would be having some kinky fun to spice up our trip. This was the first vacation we have taken since I've started spanking him, so I was excited by the possibilities and the anonymity travelling in a strange land gives us.

Not to put too fine a point on it, I was determined to have a hotel maid know he was spanked. Red-bottomed corner time while the maid made up the bed was what I was aiming for.

My opportunity came in a lovely hotel in France. We had a little suite to ourselves. There was a sitting room with a desk, and then behind a door was the bedroom and a glorious adjoining bathroom. We were staying several nights at this hotel.

On the first full day, we did some sight-seeing and came back to the room to flake in the early afternoon. The bed had not yet been made. About a half hour later there was a knock on the door. I went to see who it was, and it was (how delightful!) two young female maids wanting to come in and clean the room. I asked them to come back in an hour, as we would be heading out again later.

My mind started going into overdrive, however. They were young and cute, and looked like fun. And there were two of them, and girls are more courageous in pairs! I did not want to force them into a situation they would not be comfortable with (or that might get us into trouble - I can only imagine a talking to from the hotel manager, and/or the local cops!). So I decided I would bribe them a bit!

Next day we got in an hour before I expected the maids to come by. My luck was holding, as the bed was still unmade. I made david shower and wash himself all over (yes, especially those places!). I dressed for an elegant dinner out (which was going to happen that evening) and applied makeup appropriately.

Then, in the bedroom, I started spanking him. The parts of the plan I was unsure of was when exactly the maids would show up, and would it be the same girls? I was determined to keep spanking him until maids showed up, however! Poor baby! His spanking notably included me piling three pillows near the edge of the bed, bending him over them, and strapping him with his own doubled-up leather belt. I alternately spanked him with hand, hairbrush, and belt, round robin, with a few breaks for corner time when my arm got tired.

Within about 30 minutes of me starting to spank him, I heard the knock! I ushered david into the corner of the bedroom. He was completely nude and very red bottomed and even a bit strap-marked! Nose deep in the corner, hands at his sides. I left the pillows piled on the bed, and carelessly tossed the belt down next to the hairbrush on the unmade bed.

I left him in the bedroom, closed the bedroom door, and went to answer the main room door. It was the same maids again! Hurray! Fortunately, my French is quite good, so I had no trouble communicating with them.

"Non, non. s'il vous plaît entrer" I said, asking them in. I was very elegantly attired, occupying a suite in a five star hotel. I was hoping that would give me a bit of leeway with the young maids!

"Il ya juste un petit problème," there is just a little problem I said.

"Mon mari est là-dedans. J'avais besoin de le punir alors il est donc tout nu, avec son nez dans le coin et ses fesses très rougies." I had just told them that my husband had been punished, and he was naked and red-bottomed in the corner!!!!

"Mais malgré cela est-il encore possible pour vous de nettoyer la chambre?" I quickly went on and asked if they wouldn't mind cleaning the room all the same.

Well, my goodness! They looked at each other and looked worried, no doubt thinking "who is this crazy rich chick," and "are we about to lose our jobs, 'cause shit like this never turns out good for us!"

"Il va rester dans son coin et de ne pas bouger ou de parler. Je pense que vous en le regardant vas bien ajouter à son punition , n'est-ce pas?" I told them he would not be allowed to move or speak, and also that having the two of them see him would add very nicely to his punishment indeed, didn't they think?

They still looked quite unsure, and one of them said "Nous pourrons revenir plus tard, quand la chambre est libre...?" She suggested they could come back later when we were out.

"C'est bien domage, parce que j'allais lesser ici sur le bureau un gros pourbour pour vous deux de m'aider comme ça, et bien sûr nous allons dire à personne." I said that was a shame, because I was intending to leave out on the desk a big tip for each of them for helping me out like this, and that of course we would tell nobody...

They again looked at each other, shrugged, and giggled a little. Taking that as a yes, I opened the door to the bedroom for them. They kind of sidled into the bedroom, trying to not look at david too overtly.

I followed them in and said "david, the maids are here to do the room. You stay in your corner. Don't dare move and don't dare look, do you understand?" I got a mousy little "yes ma'am" in reply. I am sure his face was blushing up a storm to match his very red and belt-striped bottom!

The maids went about their business, cleaning the bathrooms, making the bed, and tidying up. I left them to it, and went to "read" from my iPad in the outer room (though I was not actually doing much reading!).

When the maids came out again I asked "avez-vous terminé?", are you done?

They said just a little left out here. I put my iPad down, got up and gave each of them a big hug, which also surprised them and made them look quite uncomfortable.

I said "Merci beacoup! C'est tellement bon pour lui d'être humilié comme ça pour sa punition. which means thank you so much! It's so good for him to be humiliated like that as part of his punishment.

"N'oubliez pas votre pourboires à votre sortie" Don't forget your tips on your way out! When they were inside cleaning I had left out two nice crisp 50 Euro notes for them. They were sports, after all!

And with that I went back into the bedroom and closed the door. The bed was nicely made up, but they had left the leather belt and hairbrush I had dropped into the messy sheets neatly arranged in the middle of the bed atop the taught covers. They knew where those two things belonged! It was exciting that they had handled them, and laid them out so nicely for me to use.

I grabbed david by the ear, and dragged him to the bed forcibly. He squawked loudly at the unexpected attack on his ear. I threw him down on the bed, picked up the belt, and started whipping him again. I whipped him slowly but very hard. A loud crack followed by a pained moan from david. I gave him maybe a dozen very strict whippings to his ass before I heard the outer door close with the maids' departure.

I must have gotten carried away with those last few lashes, because his ass was a whipped mess even the next morning. I did not realize how hard I was whipping him, and david tells me he didn't quite realize it either, with his head spinning from his prior exposure and the knowledge that the maids were still just out there, hearing him receive the completion of his butt-tanning at his strict wife's hands!

The whole time, david did not even see the maids once, he was so scared shitless bare naked with his nose buried in the corner, knees shaking while they cleaned the room!

After that experience, my pussy needed some serious attention and I made david give it to me on the spot!

We checked out the next morning, and nobody said a word or raised an eyebrow. Either the girls were very discrete, or in a five star hotel you do as you please with nary a raised eyebrow!

Oh My God, what an experience!

As good as that was, there was one other super kinky thing we did on our vacation, which involved david getting a hand job and cumming for a male masseur due to my intervention. I'll recount that experience on my next post.

Vacations are sure fun!

Sunday, June 24

Husband made to wear Women's Bikini Bottoms!

I'm back!

Just spent two weeks in the South of France and Spain. A mix of some larger cities and driving around some smaller towns.

Lots and lots of sex! I left the strap-on at home so david's cock got a real man's workout for the last two weeks. I find I can really enjoy penis-in-vagina sex only after my man has been well-dominated. As a result, there was not a single day or night where david did not get a sound spanking also! Imagine being spanked soundly once or twice a day for two solid weeks? And good hard ones at that? Ha Ha!

Outside of the above, we had three notable "outings" that I managed to engineer. The first involved david being given a hand job from a man under my direction, the second was some bare bottomed corner time as two maids made up our room, and the third was david on the beach in a woman's bikini bottoms. I'll start with the last one first in this post and work back over the next two postings.

We did not spend most of the vacation on the beach. However, our last day was spent on the beach. We drove into the beach town around 2pm or so and got into our hotel. First thing we did was to go for a stroll around to check out the lay of the land.

Many very attractive and tanned young women out and about, all in skimpy little bikinis was putting david's head on a swivel! If he wasn't more careful, he would be in for a blistering later on!

As we were out I saw a number of little shops that sold beach wear. Bathing suits, towels, beach toys, that sort of things. Very small shops overflowing out onto the street, each run by a local proprietor.

It had been a "thing" of mine to make david buy and wear a woman's bikini bottoms. I mean, why not, right? They are not so different from a man's swimsuit after all. Why all the shame? So it was with this mission in mind that I took david by the hand into one of these little stores.  Something skimpy and unmistakably feminine. A feminine colour. A feminine pattern. Tieside perhaps.

It was in Spain, and my Spanish is not very good. A few broken words here and there is all. The store was run by an older but still middle-aged woman. And she was in there chatting with a friend her age. There were a few shoppers coming and going, but not a lot of traffic. In my broken Spanglish I said

"Por favor, comprar uno bathing suit para mi husband?" Pointing to the bathing suits and david and signing pulling up a bathing suit around my legs.

"Si si" she said, indicating the obvious rack of board short style bathing suits right in front of me.

"No no, mas pequeno?" I said, which sort of means "more smaller".

She showed me an area which had smaller men's bathing suits.

"Try on?" I asked, holding up a suit against david and pointing to the little changing curtain in the back.

The woman then said something in Spanish to me and signed a bit, and I took her to mean that it was ok to try on a suit over his underwear.

To confirm (evil grin!) I undid the zipper and clasp on david's long pants and grabbed a bit of waistband of his underwear. Folding back one side of his pants I pushed the bathing suit up against the fabric of his undies asking "como este?", "Like this?".

"Si, si" she said with a little grin at david's treatment at my hands.

"Go try it on over your underwear, sweetie, and show me."

david went behind the change curtain, and a few moments later poked his head out and called for me. I went to him, drew the curtain back a bit and saw that he still had his shirt on. I told him to take his shirt off so I could see better how the suit would look on him.

Well I must say he looked ridiculous! He was wearing grey-coloured underwear which were clearly visible around the edges of the swimsuit which was just a tad smaller. His underpants sort of looked like this.

Imagine a swimsuit on top of this but with the undies showing at the waist and legs and you get what he looked like!

Poor david was blushing up a storm. I had pulled the curtain wide and he was out there and exposed for anybody to see! Even though he was showing nothing more than in his bathing suit, it was still utterly humiliating for him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a few smirks and giggles from the store proprietress and her friend.

I grabbed the attention of the the proprietress, and said,  "mas pequinas encore?" and tracing with narrowing fingers the suit he had on, which was my pathetic attempt trying to communicate that I wanted a still skimpier suit for him.

"Lo siento..." she said (I'm sorry) indicating that was all she had by way of men's bathing suits.

"Tal vez, bikini bottoms?" I asked going over to the women's bikinis.

"Para que?" the shop owner asked,

"No, no, para el" I said, which meant, "for him".

"No!" she said with a funny face.

"Si!" I disagreed, pulling out a pair and holding them up to him. "Este muy pequenas. Muy bien por el!", "These very smaller. Much good for him!"

She said a stream of Spanish over to her friend, who laughed and said a lot back to her.

I went looking for an appropriate women's bikini. My thoughts naturally went to something super feminine, like this,
but my good sense got the better of me and I went for something that could possibly pass for a man's suit. A solid colour without the side ties.

I handed david the bottoms and told him to try them on. He complained a little but did as he was told. He called me again over to the change curtain and I admired him in the bikini bottoms over his undies. I opened the drape and showed the proprietress and her friend and said "este perfecto! Gracias!"

I paid for the bikini and we got out of there. At the cash, I held up the top to david's chest and said "si es malo..." which means "if he's bad..." he's going out on the beach in the top as well! Ha Ha!

Well that was fun!

We then went back to the hotel room and we changed into our suits. I changed into my bikini and had david apply suntan lotion to me while still in the room. Ladies, a little tip, if you want to make absolutely sure your boobs and ass don't burn, get a man to put the suntan lotion on you! I told david I would put suntan lotion on him once we were out on the beach.

I then got david's new bikini bottoms out and told him that it was time for him to get into his new swimsuit!

Well he complained at that. He thought the shopping expedition concluded his embarrassment. Not so. I was going to embarrass him on the public beach as well.

I got him to put on the suit and it was lovely! His ass cheeks were quite visible, and the material in front just barely hid his cock and balls! The suit was a pretty blue. I would say it was not 100% obvious it was a woman's bikini bottoms, but more like 80% at a glance, but anybody looking closely would know for sure.

I told him one more thing before we left, and I beckoned him over my knee.

"No!" he said, knowing that his spanked cheeks would be visible around his skimpy suit.

I told him I would only pinken him, but if he put up a fuss, I would redden him. That got him over my knee in his little blue suit.

I hand spanked him a few dozen times until his cheeks were rosy and then let him up telling him it was time to go to the beach.

He starting wrapping a towel around his midsection, but I said "no way" and took his towel from him. I had a nice little wrap around me, but david was almost bare, walking through the hotel to the beach in nothing but a little blue women's bikini bottom, pink little cheeks wobbling!

I took him to the outdoor public showers, and there made him stand while I applied the suntan lotion to him. I made an extra sexy job of applying the lotion to his butt and upper legs, and was rewarded with a nice bulge in the front of his bikini bottoms.

While there, there was no shortage of people coming and going, viewing david in his skimpy little swimsuit getting himself intimately lotioned up. It was funny because there was also a mom there with her kid, dong the same thing to him! When two pretty girls were showering near him, I pulled down the backs of his bikinis slightly, and applied the sun tan lotion liberally to his upper cheeks. His hands had to dive in a panic for the front of his suit to keep it up. Nobody saw his butt, but the girls could see his reaction to the butt baring!

I then marched him across the sand to the water. Since the beach was maybe 25% topless, I shed my top, and was bare breasted as I pulled david along. I pulled up on the back of his suit, making sure his cheeks were nice and bare. Nobody who saw us said anything or even acted strange. I suppose they saw david with his tiny women's suit and pinkened cheeks, but nobody reacted much at all. A little disappointing that I got so little reaction, but it was still a thrill!

Fun times. Next time I'll blog about the hotel maids a few days earlier...

Friday, June 22

Holiday Bikini Shopping

On my way home tomorrow. Yeah. Boo. Yeah.

We spent our last day on the beach and I couldn't resist one last humiliation for david. Wound up buying him a skimpy woman's bikini bottom he had to model for me (and several others in the shop!) over his tighty-whitey undies. Then it was out onto the beach in his very feminine bikini bottoms! Spanked cheeks notwithstanding! Ha Ha!

Will blog all about it when I have a real keyboard under my fingers!


Tuesday, June 19

Vacation Update

Hi all, don't have much Internet, but I needed to blog ASAP. Today a pair of pretty young hotel maids saw my bad boy bare (and red) bottomed in the corner! Will give full details soonest I return. This was the one I was going for, so it's amazing that it happened and that they were such good sports (and that we didn't get arrested and/or thrown out of the five-star!)

Earlier in the vacation david was treated to his first gay sex experience as well, arranged by yours truly. I am bad!

Back soon with ALL the details..

Saturday, June 9

Bon Voyage!

I am off for two weeks' vacation and may not have great Internet, so if I go quiet for a while, that is why. I promise I will get back to everybody whenever I am able! Also, hopefully I will come back with some nice, squirmy, embarrassing hotel stories to recount, like the one from Underling's Humblings Another Country (part one and part two)

Thursday, June 7

Fantasy Story - Two Ways

I mentioned in my last entry that one of my pen-pals, brett, sent me the true story of his high-school encounter with his Daddy's paddle. He got into trouble with a girl named Rachel whom he had the hots for. Rachel did not see him spanked, but was there during his scolding in which he was told he would be spanked, and she saw his Dad holding the hard little paddle he would be using.

I'll let brett fill you in on the background. His stories are long, but full of wonderful detail, and I love them! When I asked if I could post, brett went above and beyond the call of duty and created a little web site for the back story, with a short summary up front for you impatient readers, and the original longer recounting behind the fold. He also included my original e-mail back to him that kicked off the fictional role-playing.

So please go to GotSpanked and read that, and then come back here for the rest!

(Here is backup copy of that page on my blog: Fireworks)

Hi Rache,

I really wish Katie hadn't told you what happened. I thought I could lie to you and tell you she's making the whole thing up. It would be her word against mine. She sometimes has it in for me. But I like you too much to lie to you. You're the coolest girl I've ever known. It tears me up to know I'm no longer cool enough to maybe be your boyfriend. Or regular boyfriend? What Katie told you is so... it's hard to even talk about it. I was so relieved when you and your Mom left, but now everything's messed up anyway. You know everything that happened as if you were actually there. Please don't tell anyone at school!

I'm totally shocked about what you said! I never, ever thought you would get hot thinking about spanking a boy. What you want to do to me is the most embarrassing thing I've ever heard! It's really, really hard for me to admit this to you, but what you said makes me hot too. If it just wasn't so humiliating. Everyone at school would laugh at me forever if they knew that Rachel Thomas pretends to be Brett Miller's Mom and punishes him with spankings. That she makes him strip bare and uses the same paddle his Daddy spanks him with.

Rache, I'm very scared and embarrassed to do what you asked me to do. I swore after the other night that I was never going to get spanked again. It's still a little sore when I sit down. I don't want you to see what my butt looks like. But like I said, you're the coolest girl I've ever known. I'd probably do most anything you asked me to do. If you wanted to be my Mom even.


You better get your ass over to me, bretty, it's not really about what you might or might not want. It's about ME wanting to paddle your bare ass. So get it over here. You know I'm the editor of the school newspaper this year, don't you?


Brett Miller was in a tizzy. It had been a week since my terrible day where I got suspended from school and got a spanking. Then something happened in History that had me reeling. As I explained before, that winter near the beginning of the school year, Rachel Thomas passed me a note in that same class. That was how we had started our friendship. Well, she passed me a second note the week after we got in trouble together setting off that explosion at school. This second note was the biggest shock of my life. Rache had things to say in that note. As I read it in class, I wanted to hide under my desk. I was terrified that someone sitting near me might glance over and read it. What if the teacher wanted to know what I was reading? Even a few words seen on that note could have embarrassed me to tears. I could have been the laughing stock of the entire school.

The first sentence of Rachel's note made my heart stop. She said she talked with my sister today. Really? Rachel said she was sorry to hear about my spanking. Gulp. I knew that Rachel already knew something about it because I was sorta forced into telling her my Dad sometimes uses a paddle on us, and she actually SAW that he had brought the paddle to my room just before she and her mother left that evening. I think Rache could tell I wasn't very comfortable the next morning when Mom took us downtown to see the Fire Marshal. I was hugely embarrassed just with the idea that Rache knew even that much about me getting spanked at my age. Reading that Rache was sorry to hear about it, I had no idea where her note was headed from there. My biggest worry was how much Katie told her. What I read almost made me wet my pants:

"She says you were bare as a baby, down in the living room, kicking and crying like a little girl over your Daddy’s knee."

After that I don't know how I even got through the rest of the note. How was I able to understand what I was reading? In that one sentence, Rachel stripped me of all my dignity, and I knew our relationship would never be the same. Not even close.

The note went on to confirm my worst fears. Katie had told her everything, even how Mom and Hannah sat in the living room and watched me screaming over my Daddy's knee. Rachel then tore my heart out saying she could never see me the same again. I had once been her cool friend, and now I was a little kid who got spanked bare naked by his parents.

Does that sound devastating enough? Well, it gets worse. Much, much worse, and with a bizarre turn I could never have imagined. Rachel assured me I no longer had a chance to be her boyfriend. I expected that, but what was so strange is that she had no intention of terminating our relationship. I wasn't someone who could be her boyfriend, I guess because I was now too much a baby to her but, and here's the really shocking part, she got aroused, in a way, when my sister described what had happened to me. It wasn't the usual kind of turn on with a boy. Rachel wanted to spank me HERSELF! She asked me to come to her house after school and to bring my Dad's paddle!!!

It was after school that same afternoon. I was in my bedroom. I had run right out of History class and made sure I steered clear of Rachel Thomas the rest of the school day. There was no way I could face her. I didn't want to see her on the bus home from school, so I skipped my last class, snuck off and walked all the way home. What I couldn't believe was that I was in my room, and I had my Dad's paddle. I had gone into my parents' room while Mom was in the kitchen, taken it off the shelf and then scurried back to my bedroom. It felt so strange, but it was unlikely anyone would miss the paddle. It was always on the top shelf, could barely be seen, and it never got taken down unless someone was going to be getting a spanking. That terrible thing did not happen very often. That's not to say I hadn't taken it down before myself. Sometimes when no one was around, I would get a funny feeling and want to hold it. It was scary to feel its potential but also kind of exciting. I was holding it that day, sitting on my bed in my room, and my feelings were like they had never been before.

In my hand the paddle was compact and so damned hard! I tapped my palm with it again to feel the sting. As before, it was scary and exciting, but now the fear was on another immediate level. The excitement was nothing vague or a feeling I could not put my finger on. I had a hard-on in my pants. I was aware of where I was sitting. My skin tingled from recent memory. It had only been a week since this same paddle, this smooth wood I was feeling in my hand, had imprinted its fiery message on me. I had just looked in the mirror in the bathroom to confirm that the marks from the paddling had almost completely faded. You had to look carefully to see just a faint discoloration of pale flesh. But it was there if someone wanted evidence that I had been given an old-fashioned spanking on my behind for my school suspension.

The reason I was so fearful and aroused holding that paddle was that I had taken it from my parents' room for Rachel. I did not really have a choice. Or what I should say is that it was the only choice I could make if I didn't want Rache to make good on her threats. In her note she had made it clear that after school I was going to bring her my Dad's paddle. She was going to pretend she was my Mom. She was going to spank to see if Katie's description of how I acted when getting spanked was accurate. The threat was that she would tell the kids at school how I was being raised at home. So you see, I really had no choice. I wanted bad to be cool with everyone at school, and Rachel Thomas had the power to strip me clean of any chance of that. I wasn't sure how I could even face Rachel now, but if anyone else at school found out about my spankings, I'd have to somehow get my parents to put me in another school.

I stuck the paddle in my backpack and, after telling Mom I was going to the public library to do homework, I walked out the front door to meet a fate I could not fathom. Rachel lived about 2 miles farther east from Balboa Middle School than I and not far off the main boulevard the school bus took. I had never been to her house. She had drawn a little map on the back of that terrible note. I simply put one foot in front of the other to keep myself headed in that direction. My head wanted to turn my body any way other than east. It's embarrassing to say, but it seemed my penis was in support of my feet. I was really thinking about Rache. I guess it's no secret I had a bit of a crush on her. I had noticed her in class the very first day of school. It wasn't a crush right off the bat like that. She was just pretty and the surfer girl type I liked. It was when she passed me that note and talked my ear off at lunch. She was assertive where I was shy. She could tell me seemingly anything, like she could trust me completely. She was older and more mature. I was actually in awe that she had chosen me more than any other boy at school to be her best friend. I think she knew she could wrap me around her finger, but she had never exploited that advantage in any big way. After what my sister told her, Rache was exploiting this situation and was taking no prisoners. Well, maybe one.

I was standing at the front door of the Thomas home. It was a small ranch-style across the street from a shady neighborhood park. My mind was being bombarded with a thousand possibilities, a thousand flying, biting things with wings to tease and taunt me. There was the squirmy awareness of Daddy's paddle in my backpack, as if its extra weight could make me heavy. There was the noise in the park, voices of strangers who I felt somehow knew why I was standing petrified at the door unable to bring myself to ring the bell. Was Mrs. Thomas still at work? Almost certainly, yes. Rachel and her mother lived alone. Rache would then have the house to herself. If I pushed the button to ring the buzzer, I would be under her roof. Under her roof, and she wanted to be my Mom that day. Rachel pretending to be my Mom, though she was going to spank me just like my Daddy did. That's what she said in the note she passed me. I was going to be her "really, really bad little boy." She promised to make me good. She said she would put a towel on her lap in case I had "an accident."

Maybe that was what scared me most of all. What would it be like to be over Rachel's knees in my birthday suit? What would she see? In what horrible ways might I humiliate myself? As my finger betrayed me by pushing the doorbell, I felt another stirring in my pants. The door opened.

"Well, you made it."

She asked me to come inside and the door was closed behind me.

At this point I told brett to stop and not send me the next part of the story because I wanted to role play Rachel and Brett with my david, and then write-up in story form what we did during role play. After I had finished mine, he and I would swap stories and see how close they were. We'll start with the story inspired (very closely I might add!) by my role playing scene with david. After that I'll show you brett's version of the fantasy. We were surprised that they were so close!

Julie's Version:

"Well, you made it." said Rachel Thomas to the timid Brett Miller standing in front of her. Rachel was dressed in tight white shorts and a loose white cotton shirt, accenting perfectly her beautiful toned legs and belly, her blonde sun-bleached hair, and her deep blue eyes.

“Did you bring what I asked you to?”

“yes…” stammered Brett, stepping into the house, closing the door behind him, and then reaching into his backpack and handing Rachel the small, flat, hard, hand-paddle his Daddy spanks him with.

“Mmmmm…” moaned Rachel as she took the paddle from Brett’s hand and admired it. “I’m really going to enjoy spanking you with this.” she said almost to herself. “When your Daddy spanks you,” asked Rachel, “are you really bare naked, in the living room, in front of your Mom and babysitter?”

“yes” said Brett, blushing furiously.

“And do you really cry like a baby girl?”

“no…” whined Brett.

“That’s not what I hear. I hear from your sister that you kick up your legs and cry like a baby girl getting her spanking. Well I intend on finding out for sure one way or the other…” stated Rachel.

Rachel led Brett into her living room and sprawled herself down onto her couch, smacking the paddle disconcertingly into her palm.

“Take off your shirt.” commanded Rachel.

Brett was resigned to his fate. He knew if he did not do as he was told, Rachel would make sure he was the laughing-stock of his school. A high-schooler, still spanked by his parents. And spanked bare botty until he bawled! He knew he could never live that down. He began unbuttoning his shirt, and then removed it.

“Pretty scrawny, aren’t you?” asked Rachel rhetorically. “Do the other boys make fun of you? Why don’t you do a little turn for me?”

Brett took a deep breath and turned slowly around in place, thoroughly objectified.

“Take you pants off now,” ordered Rachel.

Brett undid his shoes, and removed them and his socks. Then he unfastened his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. Rachel let out a laugh seeing Brett’s childish white cotton underpants. His mother did all his underwear shopping for him. Brett picked up and folded his pants neatly, and placed them in a tidy pile.

“Come here.” said Rachel. “Put your hands on your head.”

Brett did as he was told and approached Rachel. Rachel sat up a little and reached a bare foot out to the front of Brett’s underpants. She then rubbed him with her foot through the white cotton material. Brett went cross-eyed and his knees weakened as Rachel did that. He also developed a tremendous erection.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” teased Rachel. “Turn around and take your underpanties down, Brett. Nice and slowly. An inch at a time. And wiggle that little tush while you do it.”

Brett turned and did as he was told. Wiggling awkwardly and feeling completely ridiculed. Brett felt it acutely as the elastic at the back of his underpants slid down over his hips, over the top of his butt, exposing his crack to Rachel’s keen eyes, down over the crest of his buttocks, and finally dropping to his ankles.


Spontaneously, Brett put his hands back on top of his head.

“Good boy,” said Rachel. “Come closer.” Brett took a step backwards towards Rachel. She then reached out her toe and slid it down Brett’s butt crack, lingering with her big toe impossibly near that most embarrassing and sensitive spot. “I am going to spank that little ass crimson, Bretty.”

Brett shuddered as he heard those words and felt Rachel Thomas’ foot sliding down his ass crack and pushing towards his asshole. He shuddered from fear, because he knew only too well what a crimsoning with that little paddle entailed. He shuddered from excitement as well. His penis engorged with blood and straining towards the ceiling as he felt Rachel’s humiliating caress.

“Now turn around, Brett. I want to see how naughty you are,” said Rachel.

Hands still on his head, Brett turned slowly to face Rachel.

“Oh My!” she said, seeing Brett’s straining erection. His penis was thin, but very hard and veiny, and its tip appeared painfully engorged with a bright red colour, matching his face. His little balls hugged his body closely, nestling up as if scared witless between his slender legs. Rachel had never seen a grown boy’s penis in this state, in the bright light of day, and so intimately. She reached out her foot and touched his tip and shaft. Brett moaned audibly.

“Don’t think this makes me your girlfriend,” clarified Rachel. “I could never be the girlfriend of a boy who gets spanked by his Mommy and Daddy at your age.” As Rachel said this she pushed her big toe gently into his balls.

“I want to see you play with it,” said Rachel all of a sudden, dropping her foot and sitting up straighter.

“no. I don’t do that,” lied Brett.

“That’s not what your sister says either. She says she hears you jerking it practically every night.”

Brett blushed anew. He did not know his sister was aware of his shameful nocturnal habit. And now Rachel, his big crush, knew as well!

Brett reached for his penis and began stroking it. Rachel sat, fascinated.

“Ohhhh… Ohhhhh…. Ohhhhh….” vocalized Brett as he rubbed.

“That’s disgusting! Stop that!” Said Rachel.

Brett let go of his dick. His entire body shook with sexual frustration.

“That’s so pathetic!” Said Rachel. “Is that what boys do, who don’t get any?”

Rachel stood and went into the adjoining dining room. “Come” she told Brett. Brett followed her leaving his pooled underpants where they lay. She pulled out a straight-backed, armless, dining room chair and faced it away from the table. She sat gracefully and motioned for Brett to stand to her right.

Rachel’s head was mere inches from Brett’s humiliatingly engorged penis. Rachel looked up at him, licked her lips, parting them invitingly, and asked “I bet you want me to kiss that, don’t you?”

“oh yes!” cried Brett.

“I would if I was your girlfriend,” answered Rachel. “Too bad for you I’m not. No, I’m the girl who’s going to put you across her knee, and spank you until you bawl like a baby. And not just this once, Brett. I’m going to spank you whenever I feel like it. And if you don’t get across my lap whenever, wherever, and in front of whomever I choose, well the whole school will know exactly how your Mommy and Daddy treat you at home.”

Brett was trapped. He knew there was no way out. He would have to submit to this girl, or risk losing what little self-esteem he yet possessed.

“Bend over my lap Brett. Pretend I’m you’re Mommy and I’m about to spank you.”

Brett awkwardly placed himself across Rachel Thomas’ lap. Rachel pulled Brett higher up her lap, tipping him over so his nose was inches from the wooden floor, and his feet were dangling. She reached one arm around his hips to steady him, and prepared to deliver her first ever spanking.

Meanwhile, Brett’s penis pushed into Rachel’s bare thighs. He was terrified that if Rachel so much as moved a muscle in her thighs, he would have a humiliating accident across her lap!

She raised the little paddle high and whacked it down low across Brett’s upturned bottom cheek. Brett let out a yell at the unexpected force of the first paddle stroke, and all thoughts of sexy ejaculations instantly departed, replaced by the agony of a full-force, no holds barred paddling!

Rachel’s ensuing paddle whacks were no lighter. In fact, as Rachel became more practiced the whacks only became harder. In some uncanny intuited mimicking of his father, Rachel never deviated her strokes from the exact same two spots his Daddy always spanked: low down at the base of his buttocks, right where he sat.

Despite his very best and determined efforts to the contrary, for Brett had set out to prove that he did not bawl like a girl when he was spanked (for he did not for a moment believe that Rachel was as capable a spanker as his Father), it did not take long to prove what a liar Brett was, and how trustworthy was his sister. For sure enough, before too long Brett was kicking out his legs, begging for Rachel to stop, and sobbing like a well-spanked girl! His spank spots were bright, bright red, threatening to bruise purple.

But Rachel was not finished. She was flushed with the excitement of so dominating a boy! She was not ready to stop. She threw her right leg over the backs of both of Brett’s while jackknifing him further across her left knee. She then renewed her efforts and turned his carmined skin purple, and did not stop until the center of his bruised spank spots turned pale white in the paddle’s punishing aftermath. By this time, Brett was incoherent with his sobbing and pleading, wetting the floor with his big wet tears and snot.

Finally satisfied, Rachel ceased her spanking, keeping the sobbing boy across her knee as he gradually calmed himself down.

“You do cry like a little girl when you’re spanked, Bretty.” Stated Rachel with the firm assurance only certain knowledge can bring.

“And what a show you put on!” Said Rachel as she played the edge of the paddle down his jackknifed butt crack, across his well-exposed anus, and wound up with patting his tiny testicles easily visible between his legs.

Brett moaned in shame at the humiliating revelation that he was so exposed during his spankings. This was the same view his Mother and his 18-year-old Babysitter both saw each time his Daddy spanked him! He had never fully realized it before.

Rachel told Brett to stand, which he did with some considerable pain and difficulty.

“Keep your hands at your sides,” ordered Rachel as Brett started trying to cover himself from her gaze.

“It’s really tiny now, Bretty,” commented Rachel. Brett’s flaccid penis was indeed tiny, all the sexiness having been spanked out of it long ago.

“I guess you’re a liar, Brett, aren’t you? You told me you didn’t cry like a little baby girl during your spankings when in fact you do. What have you got to say for yourself?”

“I… I… you’re right, Rachel!”

Say “I’m a big liar because I do cry like a girl when I get my spankings.”

Brett repeated the words, standing there shaking and nude, shrunken penis and testicles fully on show, tears still wetting his cheeks.

Taking him by the ear, Rachel marched him over to the living room and pushed his nose gently deep into the corner. “You stay there until I tell you otherwise.” Ordered Rachel. “Don’t you rub, or I’ll put you over my knee again today. I want to admire my handiwork for as long as possible!”

Rachel sat back down on the couch, and grabbed a Teen magazine. Her Mom would not be home for at least another hour and a half, affording her plenty of time to enjoy the fruits of her labours.

Ha Ha! Wasn't that fun???

I didn't paddle david quite as hard as I described in my story, though he did get a heck of a bum warmer from my wooden hairbrush! Other than that... pretty darned much what happened in our role play. Cool, huh?

Now here is brett's continuation of the same fantasy. read it and see how close it is to mine!

Brett's Version:

She asked me to come inside and the door was closed behind me.

"Is anyone else here?" I asked.
"Nope. Mom won't be home for a few hours. It's just you and me."

I noticed something different about Rache---when she told me to take off my silly backpack and to leave my sneakers at the door. Since she said to follow her into the living room where we had a short chat about usual stuff, but it's like we were not just friends anymore. We were not equals. When she smiled or laughed, it was not pleasure or humor we were sharing together. I was the object of the game she was playing. I was the joke.

"Did you bring what I asked you to bring?"
I nodded, my face hot.
"Give it to me."
I had to fish it out of my pack next to me on the sofa. That was so much harder to do than you can imagine. Taking my Dad's paddle out from where it had been hiding and bringing it out into the open where Rachel could clearly see the actual discipline tool used on me at home. I held it in my hands as if it was covered with sharp prickly thorns. My eyes were cast down in the direction of Rachel's sandals where she sat in a chair that was her throne.
"Bring it to me."
I got up and handed the terrible object to her, then retreated to sit back down. I never made eye contact with her, not once. Rachel looked at the wood carefully, almost sensually, her fingers lingering over its surfaces, exploring its contours, then tapping her palm with the Miller family spanking paddle.
"Is this for bad little boys, Brett?"
I had to look at her. There was an odd crooked smile on her face. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. I couldn't bring myself to answer such a question.
"What's wrong, are you embarrassed?" Rachel snickered. I had always loved her laugh, a little deep and throaty for a girl, but cute and sexy. There was nothing cute about it now from where I was sitting.
"Just 'cause I've got your Daddy's paddle? That he punishes you with?" She smiled again. "It should have some words printed on it. Like 'For Bratty Bretty's Bouncing Bare Behind'." Rachel laughed louder this time.
"It's not funny," I said, having to say something.
"Sorry, Brett, but a boy your age getting spanked bare by his parents is actually pretty funny. You did get it all smooth and bare, didn't you?"
All I could do was blush.
"Katie said it was bare. She said she made you show her your butt when you got naked out of the shower. Is that true?"
"I guess."
Rachel giggled while tapping the paddle against her palm. "She said you looked so funny all naked with your back-cheeks painted fire-engine red."
I was so embarrassed I felt dizzy, but another emotion was competing. I realized that Rachel was really enjoying my discomfort, and that made me afraid because I no longer knew the girl I thought I knew. There was no telling how cruel she could be.

"When we went downtown, you were squirming in your seat that day. I thought maybe your Dad swatted you like they do at some schools. Then Katie told me what really happened. I just couldn't believe it." She shook her pretty blonde head to show her disbelief.
"My sister likes to exaggerate things," I said.
"Does she? That's what I want to find out today."
"Find out what?"
"If you're such a big baby when you get punished."
"Why?" I said, trying not to sound as if I was pleading with Rachel.
She smiled at me. "Well, you see, Brett, it's something I've thought about before. It just really clicked for me when Katie described what she saw and heard. A boy getting a super embarrassing spanking. It gave me a nice tingle. I want to see the real thing, and to be the ruler of your little world."

I felt like I was trapped in an episode of the Twilight Zone, except this was much too weird for Rod Serling. The situation was also having an effect on me I never remember getting from the TV show. I had butterflies in my stomach, and my penis was getting stiff. The pretty girl who had been my comfortable friend had turned into a diabolical vixen. She looked so good that day, especially... dressed for around the house, in cut-off jeans and strapless sandals that left her smooth legs bare, and a tight tee-shirt that hugged small beasts and a slender frame. Golden hair fell loose over her narrow shoulders. Since I was a small child, my mind and body had assured me there was something about spanking that was exciting, no matter how much I hated it. I was sure nobody else on planet Earth had such faulty wiring. Here was hot Rachel Thomas, and she wanted to spank my bottom. I had my hands folded in my lap, praying she didn't see that the front of my pants was tenting.

"So we know what your Daddy does with this paddle," she continued. "What about your Mom, Brett? Do you get spanked by your Mommy too?"
"No," I said emphatically.
"Really? You better not lie to me, Bretty."
"I'm too big for that."
She laughed. "Too big for what? Lying to me?"
"No... too big for spanking... by my Mom."
"Are you? If I ever find you've lied to me about anything, you'll be sorry. I'll tell everyone at school what I know."
"No, please, Rachel. I'll be honest with you."
"Well, then let's have it."
"My Mom used to spank me. Not in a few years."
"Just a few years," she laughed. "I wish I'd seen it. A naughty boy spanked by his Mommy. So you're sure she wouldn't do it again?"
I shook my head. I was pretty sure. I really was too big for that, but it had not been so long before when I was not so big, when I had to deal with Mom's little plastic paddle. She spanked bare and, Wow, did that paddle sting!
"I think your Mom's going to spank you today."
The look Rachel gave me was no longer one of amusement. I had a good idea where she was going with this conversation, but I said, "What do you mean?"
"Did you forget what I wrote in the note I gave you?"
I said I wasn't sure, but I was sure.
"I said I was going to pretend I'm your Mom."
"Yeah, pretend...except you might as well just think I'm really your Mom today because it's going to be very real for you." She paused to let that sink in. "When your Mommy spanked you... a few years ago... did she spank really, really hard?"
"Why do you want to be my Mom?"
"'Cause I wanna punish you, silly boy."
"For what?"
"Do I need a reason?" Rachel laughed. She paused then continued. "I'm gonna punish you for getting me into trouble. I'm grounded thanks to you."
"But you gave me the match." I wanted to know what happened to my willing accomplice. My cool surfer girl.
"I gave it to you 'cause I knew you wanted to impress me."
"So how did I do then?"
"Not so good. You got spanked like a bad little boy."
I was confused. Not to mention highly embarrassed.
"You should have said, 'No Rache, keep the matches, I don't want to get you in trouble. That's what a mature boy would have done."
"That's not fair!"
"Don't start complaining now. You got me in trouble, and now you must pay."
"Okay. I'm sorry I got you in trouble, Rache. I really am."
"Bad little boys always tell Mommy they're sorry when they know they're getting a spanking."
Rachel tapped the paddle against her thigh. My face must have been scarlet. "I think we've talked long enough. Take your clothes off."
"Please, Rache. Don't do this," I begged. I couldn't be naked right there in front of her. I just couldn't!
"You have to do as I tell you. I get to see you naked like Hannah did."
"I can't!"
"Brett," she said my name and then paused to make sure I was listening. "Don't make me angry, young man. You'd better do everything exactly as Mommy tells you, or you are gonna be so sorry. Get those clothes off, or I'm getting the phone. I'll start by calling Tracy and telling her what I saw when me and Brett got suspended last week. She knows I was at your house all day. Do you want her to know about the spanking you got? How I saw you kicking and screaming naked over your Daddy's knee?"
I started by taking my socks off, as slowly as I could.
"This isn't a strip-tease. Get everything off. Now!"
I pulled my shirt off over my head. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. I felt utterly humiliated. So many of my fantasies had included having sex with my wished-for new girlfriend, Rachel Thomas. I had masturbated feverishly, imagining our naked bodies together. I'd never had sex with a girl, but I could at least make it up in my mind, and being naked for sex was not so scary or embarrassing. I could not have foreseen how mortifying it would be to have to strip naked for a girl under these ridiculously bizarre circumstances. I stood like a stripper performing for Rachel, pushing my pants down and letting them drop. I was in my underpants. "Please, Rachel, can't I keep these on?"
"Is that how your Daddy spanks you?"
"Rache, please!"
"Get them down. Bare as a baby. Do I need to call Tracy?"
"Maybe she'd like to come over and watch me paddle you."
Rachel had me over a barrel. I couldn't let her see my front, so I quickly turned away and dropped my underpants.
"Oh, how sweet!" she said. "Are you showing me your naughty little behind?"
"Rache, please stop!"
"Turn around."
I told her, "No."
Rachel let out a sigh of exasperation. "Did you dare say no to me!"
I surrendered and turned around. Some switch inside me had clicked. I was going to obey Rachel no matter what. I honestly felt I had no other option.
"Hands at your sides."
I obeyed. Rachel giggled.
"On my, look what we have here." She pointed at what was pointing at my stomach. "What's that, Bretty?"
I was in such misery, I could say nothing. I studied the carpet at my feet, trying not to see Rachel or my erection.
"I've never seen this much of a boy," she chuckled. "My curly, fuzzy little man is getting all grown up."
I tried to will my penis to go down, but it refused to cooperate.
"I bet you wish so bad right now I was your girlfriend. I win that bet, right, Brett?"
I nodded. It was true. Frozen in place, I gritted my teeth.
"And you know it's not gonna happen. You're not my boyfriend. You're my little boy."

Rachel got up from her chair and left the room. She came back with a white, fluffy towel that she draped over her lap after having returned to her seat.
"Do you know what this is for?"
I moaned a little in agony.
"This is for little boys who have naughty, embarrassing accidents. I really hope you won't be so pathetic, but I need to be prepared just in case.
"Let's go." She tapped her lap with the Daddy paddle. "Over Mommy's knee. Put your hard little thing on this towel."

That is what I did. I put my hard thing on that soft towel and surrendered over the punishment platform formed by Rachel's lap. I put the palms of my hands flat on the carpet. The embarrassment felt was so strong it actually competed with my cock for my attention.

"Forward a little more," she directed, her right arm under my legs guiding me until my toes were off the floor. The friction of the move set me on the brink of having that accident, and I was so aware of being totally naked and helpless. The thought that sobered me right up was about kids at school I knew and what they'd think if they saw me. I was in the most humiliating position possible, turned over the knee of a girl classmate as if she was my strict, old-fashioned parent.

Again my attention turned to the underside of my hardness where it was pressed firmly with all my weight into the towel on Rachel's warm lap. It was only the night before that I was naked on my bed, on my bare stomach, grinding myself into the mattress as I thought about this girl over whose lap I was now dangling. What abject irony. Without that towel, I would have been skin-to-skin on creamy smooth, bare legs, and Rachel was a smart girl to think to cover herself. I would have made a mess of it immediately. On the towel I at least had a small bare chance. I tried remembering the top ten batting averages in the National League while Rache was checking out my butt.

She made appreciative sounds, presumably not because I had such a cute, tight behind. "Well, looky here," she cooed. "It really did happen. I can still see where your Dad punished you."

I felt her fingers on my skin, tracing the areas in the centers of the cheeks where there was still some very faint discoloration. My heart was beating fast.
"Is this where your Daddy spanked you, Brett?"
"Yes." I was breathing heavier.
"Was this bare bottom all hot and sore?" She raked her short fingernails over the skin.
"Tell me who your Mommy is today."
"Tell Momma what happens to bad little boys."
"They get a spanking, Ma'am."
Rachel giggled. The words had come out of my mouth, but I'm sure it was my penis doing the talking. The stiffy pressed into that towel on her lap thought I was a bad boy and that pretty Rachel Thomas was a foxy hot Momma.
"I see you know who's boss around here," she said. "Where do bad boys get their spankings?" she asked, now back to tapping my upturned, clenching cheeks with the paddle as if to help me with my answer.
"On their bottoms." I spoke the words softly just in case anyone, anywhere, might overhear me."
"On their BARE bottoms, little Bretty. Mommy's gonna paddle your bare."
With that firm declaration, I had my accident on the towel. Squirming and moaning and groaning, I had the experience of explosive pleasure mixed with the deepest shame.

"Oh, you bad, bad little boy." Rachel set right to work---paddling my bare. Ignoring the circumstances, she simply gave me the spanking she had promised me. My pleasure was snatched away, and what I learned very quickly is that it did not matter if the paddle was being administered by a man like my father or by a teen girl who might not have weighed a hundred pounds. The thin hard paddle was an accommodating weight for even a girl to use, and I don't think my father used all his strength to spank us kids to tears. Rachel snapped the little board down hard again and again, each lick a sting like molten fire. She spanked right where I'd gotten punished one week before, and I now swore those spots were still raw and tender.

The part of me that could still think about anything other than the spanking I was getting was in complete shock over what Rachel Thomas had become. My cool, funny surfer girl was now a girl possessed---possessed by a devil that lived to make boys suffer. I was sure she had been making boys suffer since about the time she hit puberty, the kind of suffering that girls like her cause because boys want them badly. This was a very different kind of torture. Rache knew how to spank---really spank---to discipline spank so that the boy getting that spanking would never dare underestimate her power. Daddy's paddle in Rachel's hand was my new worst enemy. New boss, same as the old boss.

I wanted so bad to take my punishment with dignity. For months my most important goal in life had been to impress Rachel Thomas that I was worthy to be her boyfriend. I was going to be in a rock band and the coolest boy she knew. To say I failed at it that day at Rachel's house would be the biggest understatement in the history of mankind. It would be like saying the passengers on the Titanic got a little wet and chilly. To say I was not very tough would be like saying butter isn't steel. Over Rachel's lap, as she briskly sizzled my lower behind again and again with flat hard wood, I quickly lost it completely. My poor naked buns were being burned with a licking, and Rachel was getting the full spectacle she could only til then have imagined. I only hope all the people in the park across the street didn't hear. I was hollering and carrying on like a five-year-old girl who had burned herself on the stove. The amazing thing is that I managed to stay across Rachel's lap. It was just like at home where I kicked like a swimmer and bucked as if I were riding a wild stallion, however, my body possessed some internal mechanism that forced it to submit to my punishment until my disciplinarian was finished. All I could do was throw a bare naked tantrum over Rachel's knee, wiggling wildly where my teen boy fanny was being set on fire. I was begging and pleading with Rachel to spare me, promising her I was the most sorry boy in the whole universe.

This was my worst nightmare. Since I was small, even the mention of the word spanking and I was embarrassed. Mom would sometimes talk to other mothers about how spanking was used in the Miller household, and even with their kids around to hear it. I always wanted to run from the room, hating that anyone else might picture me getting spanked. To be naked over Rachel's lap, kicking and crying from the paddle was the ultimate humiliation I had feared, and yet I was unable to control myself to spare myself that humiliation. That was just how Rachel wanted it, and when she had me performing for her, instead of letting me off the hook, she increased the tempo of the paddling to make certain she got my full performance. Her power over me was overwhelming and, over her knee that day, she owned me.

Do teenage boys cry when they get spanked? This one did. It was not just a few impassive tears forced from my eyes. It was the full out bawling of a wretched infant. Do teenage boys kick their feet when they get spanked? This one did. It was as if my feet were getting the punishment the way they so frantically complained. Rachel's answer was to continue with the paddle spanking, though she did stop before actually taking the skin off my behind. When all was said and done, she had conquered me with nothing more than a child's punishment. How could I be so utterly defeated by a spanking? Was I so weak I could not take a stinging behind without making such a fuss, without promising Mommy the world? But that was the reality. I was Rachel's bad little boy who was going to be good...

Well there you have it, the whole darned thing recorded on my blog for posterity! Thank you very much, brett, that was fun!

What do you guys think? Did you enjoy that?

Sunday, June 3

Loose Ends

I thought I would do a quick post tying up some loose ends.


A number of you have asked after Chloe, the lady who installed the Net Nanny software on david's computer. My little escapade with her backfired when she suggested that david and I needed some serious marital help! Whoops!

I had a follow-up lunch with Chloe. I told her we had taken her suggestion and had talked with a therapist, and our relationship was now much healthier as a result. I told her the therapist suggested a compromise where david would have to come and tell me when he wanted to surf "that" sort of thing and I would have to be ok with it. She got david to agree that I could continue monitoring his usage to make sure he did not do anything behind my back.

I joked with Chloe that I now know more than I want to about his fantasies! I told her he keeps going to a site where there are photos of women spanking men across their knees. Did she think he was trying to tell me something? Ha Ha!

No reaction from Chloe at all! Darn her.

Role Play

I had fun doing some role playing with david the other day. A pen pal wrote me a lovely recounting of a spanking he had received from his father when he was sixteen after getting into trouble at school with a girl. I was inspired and wrote back as that girl that I had found out about his spanking, and that I was blackmailing him into being spanked in the same way by me. I used that setup as the basis for a role play with david. I was that girl, and I gave david his spanking.

After I was done, I ran to the computer and wrote up the next chapter of the saga just as it had happened and e-mailed it off to my pen-pal. At the same time, he also composed a continuation of the story, and we compared notes. They were really close. It was fascinating.

I would love to publish the whole story, including the true recounting to start things off, if I get permission from my pen pal...