Forced Feminization for Hubby

I recently read an article at Male Feminitity and Gender Role Reversal that quotes Elise Sutton from a Q&A page on forced feminization (Elise Sutton's Guide To Loving Female Authority, Q&A Forum, Forced Feminization). I reproduce the Q&A below, adding in my own kinky commentary featuring the thoughts I had as I read it.

I also had some fun and searched the web for images that go with my thoughts. Unfortunately, there are more images of women being degraded in sexy feminine under-things than men (so wrong and so misguided, I know), so I had to compromise on occasion, and it may be a woman's butt you are seeing, but just imagine it is david's (or your own if you will). I also had some fun with Photoshop, and coloured in some buns I did not feel were sufficiently well beaten. Rest assured, if it were david's bum and me doing the whipping, there would be no need for additional colouring in!

Q. Elise, you have discussed the topic of Forced Feminization from the submissive male point of view as far as why he has these desires. However, why do women like to force feminize a man? I find that I love to force feminize my husband and have my way with him. I have read forums on the Net from other women who like to FF their men as well. Could you give us some insight on why Dominant women like FF?

I love to force david into feminine attire as well, especially bras, panties, stockings, and garter belts. david does not enjoy me dressing him up like this, but he does crave the humiliation of being made to dress like this.

I do like to "have my way with him" afterwards. I will almost always spank his cute little bottom.

But I especially enjoy belt whipping him when he is dressed like this. I'll lay him face down and pull his panties down to where I can still see them banded around his thighs. The garter belt and stockings frame the target perfectly.

He will get anywhere up to 50 whippings with the belt, hard across both cheeks until his bum is very well whipped indeed!

The very masculine act of belt whipping him adds to his feminization. 

I insist on a genuine reaction from david (not stoicism) and so I am rewarded with what I can only call "girlish" gyrations of his whipped cheeks, "girlish" little kicks of his legs, and "girlish" cries and pleas for mercy.

He is not a "man" anymore. He has been reduced to the state of that poor pathetic female in the image above. Boo hoo. I almost get mad at him when he is forced femme and kicks and cries and carries on like a girl. Fine, I guess he's asking for what comes next:

A long hard ass raping from me. I'll give you something to cry about, little girl, when I shove this thick dildo up your ass and fuck you like my two-dollar whore.

Perhaps I am just weird, but it really enhances my feelings if I do this to him in front of another woman, or even several if it can be arranged. They should all see who wears the pants in the family, and who has to dress pretty, who has to bend over for the belt or stick, and who has to bend over for their fucking.

Is the above image not pathetic exemplified? A big strong husband forced into ladies' clothes, and then bent over, bared, and beaten by his wife as her sister or friend looks on. Now what woman would not find such a scene humorous and entertaining? What woman would not be dying to lend a hand in reddening the "little ladie's" bare bum?

A. I think it is because deep inside women love seeing the feminine conqueror the masculine. Feminizing a man is the ultimate symbol of the feminine defeating the masculine. That is a rare feat in our society. We are so used to seeing the masculine having his way with the feminine. That is why it can be such a rush for a woman to feminize a man. It causes a woman's dominant energy to really flow out of her as she does this. She loves to humiliate and degrade her man and she loves the social statement it makes at the same time. 

This is so true! How humiliating for a husband to be dressed in his feminine finerie by his wife. "Now pull up your dress and show me your little clitty! What? You don't like your lingerie?" Perhaps an attitude adjustment is in order...

Followed by a nice uncomfortable timeout with a wig and big dangling breast forms to teach you your place. My sister WILL be coming over later to see you like this!

Forced feminization allows a woman to be more aggressive. FF causes a man to become very weak and submissive. His ability to resist and object go by the wayside and he is very vulnerable. Women love this because now they can do whatever they want with their helpless victim. Now the woman can be the aggressor and she can have her way with the man. The man is not threatening to her and she no longer fears his strength or masculinity.

Absolutely. I mean, what is there to fear? A pathetic little "man" on his hands and knees, butt plug firmly in place, doing his housework in lingerie? (and yes, david has very much been in this exact situation - you all know how much I approve of the "balls behind" position!)

"Better keep those little man bits hidden away behind your legs like that. If I catch them dangling in front, you'll be be doing the rest of the housework nude and well-humbled, young man,

and due for a balls out, bare bum whipping right after, and no, I won't be especially careful where the belt lands!"

I'm sure there is a very significant percentage of women who would love to see the men in their lives put in their place in bra, panties, and hose, as for the couple below.

You can just imagine what's going to happen to him next, can't you? I would venture to say that a spanking and a pegging are in his future, not to mention lots and lots of housework looking at the state of that room they are in! Now get cleaning, little missy, because my girlfriends are due over in an hour, and I still have to spank you across my knee and rape your ass silly with my strap-on after the tidying is done, and then you have to change back into your "man clothes." It would be a real pity for you if we were not finished all that before my girlfriends get here because its damned well going to happen whether they are here to see it or not.

Women have told me that they have a very strong desire to take a man very forcefully with a strap-on dildo when he is feminized. The desire to rape the feminized man becomes very real to the aggressive female and the actual act becomes very satisfying to her. Again, it sends such a message to the man and society. It says that the woman is the aggressor and the giver and the man is the weaker sex and the receiver.

Who? Me?

FF may become very attractive to a woman who has been abused by a man before. Some women fear men due to being mistreated and abused and feminizing a man causes the man not to be intimidating to her. Now she can have her way with him because he is just a little sissy boy.

What woman has not been mistreated by a man at some point in her life? Many criminally so. Emotionally, there is no threat after you have put your big strong man into lacy red lingerie.

Like so many things about this lifestyle, it is hard to pinpoint for sure why we love to feminize a man but this we do know. There is something inside of a woman that is excited by the thought and activity of making the masculine submit to the feminine through forced feminization.

I agree 100%!

Christmas Overeating

david overate at Christmas and paid the price across both my and his trainer's knees with a dusky red and blistered bottom.

I have been trying to make sure that he continues reducing even through the Holiday season (which between you and I, I know can be a challenge!). So at Christmas dinner, on the way there, we had a discussion about just that. He knew there would be those little jelly bellies in the living room that his Mom always puts out. We agreed he would get to have ten of them and no more. One small glass of wine before dinner. A healthy dinner of turkey and veg, one more glass of wine with dinner, and to eat just one cookie for desert.

I tried keeping my eye on him, but was frequently distracted by the conversation, and besides, that's not really my job, now is it? I did get a chance to embarrass him at dinner. He had already had his cookie and was reaching for a chocolate covered strawberry. I actually slapped his hand (!), wagged my finger at him and said "we agreed: one cookie only for desert". He said "sorry ma'am", and everybody in our proximity laughed at the "little joke".

That evening after we returned home, I quizzed him. How many jelly bellies. He had to admit to 20!!!! That's 10 over. How many glasses of wine? Four!!! That's 2 over. How many deserts? Two!!!! Even after I slapped his hand! When we were all in the living room he saw a half-eaten cookie on the table and scarfed it! First of all... gross! Second of all... WTF??? Even after he got his hand slapped for it in front of his family? Really?

So, that's 50 calories for the excess jelly bellies, 200 calories for the excess wine, and 100 calories for the excess desert. 350 extra calories beyond what we agreed. 350 calories: 350 with the paddle. Simple math. Michelle was coming over the next morning to train him, so I told him we would give him his very well-earned spanking together.

When he woke up next morning, maybe david was thinking about the severe fully-witnessed spanking to come, or that humiliating little slap on his wrist? I don't know, but whatever he was thinking of, he was rubbing his penis in the bed next to me. This shakes the bed and disturbs me, and he knows it. "That's another 50 for playing with yourself," I told him to bring it to a nice round 400.

When Michelle came I wasted no time in explaining the situation to her. She was appropriately upset with him (I mean, it's her bonus on the line, you know?). I went down the list of over-eating and my calories estimates. I then told Michelle that he had also earned another 50 for playing with himself in the bed that morning while I was still half asleep. She acted shocked with his behaviour and we decided that it should not only be 400 spanks with the paddle, but 400 HARD spanks with the paddle.

We sent david upstairs to strip nude and to fetch down the paddle. When he returned, I seated myself in his spanking chair and made him stand beside me with his hands at his sides, and then I went over the list of things we agreed he could eat and the list of things he actually ate one more time. Michelle stood there shaking her head at him and "tsk tsk'ing" the whole time. "And 50 more for playing with that thing while I was trying to sleep!" I said, pointing at his by now throbbing erection tipped by its engorged penis head.

I made him turn and face Michelle directly and apologize for his over eating. david delivered a nice, humbling, bare penis apology to his long-suffering trainer.

I then took him across my knee and gave him his first 200 with the light hardwood paddle. Hard and fast, every last one. From mid-bottom down to mid-thigh. Before too long into that he was already kicking and crying and apologizing.

I counted the 200 to myself and when I was done I stood him up and changed places with Michelle. He was only half-way done though his bottom looked like it was already very well-done! His big erection, however, had scurried away and was nowhere to be seen. The coward!

Then Michelle took him over her knee. She slipped her right leg out from under him and across the backs of both of his legs. She also took his far arm and twisted that behind his back. After the blistering he had just received from me, the experienced Michelle knew that he would be hard pressed to maintain position for the even-more severe blistering she intended to deliver to his by now throbbing rear end, so she made sure he would maintain position!

Poor david's nose was in the carpet and his cherry red bum was jacknifed high over his small but strong trainer's left knee. His genitals had somehow wound up in an awkward position such that his ball sac was poking out between his legs. Also, jack-knifed over her knee like that, his bumhole was on prominent display as well. How embarrassing for a man to be put into that position! Well, had he behaved himself and done the right thing he wouldn't be in that exposed position in front of us two ladies about to feel the wrath of Michelle's paddle across his already well-smacked bottom, now would he?

Michelle then proceeded to take him to task with another 200 hard and fast whacks from that paddle. She concentrated them all on the two spots right around where bum meets thigh. She deepened the red to a nice dusky red, and then proceeded to whiten the middles of the spank spots with those fierce paddle kisses.

david was beside himself with his yelling and carrying on. The begging and pleading happened very soon into Michelle's paddling, and continued all the way through to the end. I don't know why he was begging. He knew that he would get the full prescribed dose of 200 from her, and get them hard. Did he think his pathetic little begging would get him any less than his full measure of punishment?

I must confess to dampening my panties with the proceedings. First spanking him myself got me excited, but then watching Michelle deal with him so strictly really got me going. I could tell my poor husband was in some real pain from Michelle's paddling of his rear end on top of my own, but his pleading and crying was like music to my ears. For some weird perverted reason it really excites me to see him treated like this!

Michelle was a good paddler, and I don't think his exposed little ball sac got smacked even once, despite the paddle's proximity to it. His ass was on fire though, and he wound up with lovely concentric rings of colour, with an angry white shade in the very centre where Michelle had focused her discipline.

We both very much admired our handiwork on david's bum!

As added punishment for playing with himself, Michelle sentenced him to perform his entire training completely in the nude where we could both keep an eye on his little penis. Michelle told him that if he played with himself during his training he would be taken face up across her knee for a spanking to his cock and balls!

It was very funny watching him run up and down stairs ("bouncing around") with his blistered bum on parade! Although I especially enjoyed watching him do Yoga with those beaten buns and naughty genitals and anus well-displayed in postures such as downwards facing dog!

Ha Ha! That'll teach him to disregard me and overeat! That and a good long hard pegging up his pathetic little bumhole that is yet to come.

Lawyer Spanked

An e-pen-pal of mine wrote me a story that I thought it would be nice to share with you guys. Here it is, unedited. I think it is grand!

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I promised to bring by some legal documents to review and get your final signatures. Your house is on the way home for me and I figured it is the least I could do. I'm dressed in business suit and power tie.

We are sitting at your dinner table going through papers, but I'm having a hard time not admiring you... your slim firm figure enhanced in a well cut business suit.

The skirt hem is cut appropriately but just high enough that you catch me more than once looking down at your legs. The fishnet stockings seem almost entrancing. Soon I wonder if you've begun purposely leaning forward in your seat just so that the skirt rides up a bit. I try to steel myself but feel a little hot under the collar and off balance. You lean in to offer some coffee and your proximity and my brief glance at your chest suddenly and surprisingly sends blood to my cock. I loosen my tie and shift some in my seat. Nothing misses your notice.

I realize that our office missed filing something on time resulting in a new round of legal hassles. You're more than a bit ticked and I try to laugh it off..'I promise to give my paralegal a good spanking.' 'Who runs the office?' you snap, knowing full well who does. 'I'm thinking that person deserves a good spanking.' Again I try to laugh but your authority seems to grow and mine diminish as you probe, reveal, entrance, and all the while subtly disarm me. You seem to smell 'blood' or at least fresh, needy, submissive ass.

You push your chair back now confident of what's possible. 'I'm not laughing. Your office has wasted my time and money and you as the lead attorney need to take responsibility. Get on your knees.' I hesitate, not believing you are serious. 'Get on your knees,' you hiss as you grab a fistful of my hair and pull me out of the chair onto the carpet. My head is down and I see the full length of your legs and your sexy heels. My cock involuntarily begins to throb, which you astutely notice. You walk slowly around me pondering the opportunity. Legal services are expensive, it might be nice to have a lawyer-sub. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap trying to find my bearings.

"Take off your coat and tie and give me the tie. You run a sloppy office.. and don't think I haven't noticed your wanton little cock - a mere peek at my fishnet and you become completely distracted. Follow me to the couch... CRAWLING.' You whip the tie around my neck and yank it leash-like.

There you have me kneel and unbutton my starched white shirt; my tanned firm chest and abs look a bit enticing framed that way. You order me to unbuckle and unzip my suit pants, revealing my cock awkwardly tenting my boxers. I can't believe I'm acceding to it. You sit on the couch as I kneel there, and you instruct me to look at you.

"I want to hear you say that you've fucked up. I want to hear you say what needs to happen now." I try evasion one more time, "My office screwed up but I promise we will make it right." You grab my chin, 'That is not what I want to hear. This is becoming worse for you by the minute' as you push the point of your shoe into my cock.

I let go. It seems the right thing to do - warm and freeing in some way. "Yes Ma'am. I fucked up this time. And I deserve to be punished for it." "Good boy. Now put your head to the floor and that ass in the air." Your hand now on the back of my head, guides me down, teasingly sliding my cheek along your silk stockings, before settling my face and lips at your heel." (SLUTTY SHOE/BOOT fetishist here). You push my boxers down over my virgin ass. You note how they get stuck on my hard cock, in a more than slightly humiliating tone. "Looks like my sharp lawyer is really quite the little submissive deep down. Look how that cock is throbbing and quivering at the thought of a little spanking." You run a nail along the shaft through the boxers before lifting the edge of the head. "You don't just deserve this, you want this and need it. Such a little slut you are. Say it!"

"Yes Ms. Julie, I need this. I need your discipline." Face to the floor, naked ass high in the air, the first spank lands hard, much harder than I could have imagined. The force pushes my bent over body forward, my face planted against your sexy heels.

The searing sting elicits a deep groan and I arch up to look at you ...'WTF?!?' "Did I say you could speak? Now kiss my heels and keep your head down. The only speaking is you thanking me and counting." One after another, your hand lands sharp spanks to my ass cheeks and upper thighs. I could swear you purposely catch my balls on occasion, enjoying how I lurch forward in pain and try desperately to muffle my cry. With each one, I kiss your shoe, the toe or the heel, and thank you. As you round to 20, suggesting we'd stop there, my ass feels on fire. You lightly run your hand over it and it feels like a balm. 

"We aren't done here yet. Your screw-up with my case and your little 'WTF' antic warrant more serious attention. Keep your head down. I'll be back."

You return carrying the paddle, some lube, a dildo, and a clean plug.. "Head down and brace yourself boy." The humiliation, pain, and wild eroticism wash over me. One minute, I'm the self confident, sharply dressed, fit attorney and seemingly the next, I'm on my knees, head bowed, and taking a spanking like a naughty submissive slut; my mind fixated on how I want to slowly work my lips up your stockinged legs to taste. The paddle, landing with a hard thud on top of the already sensitive skin, makes me audibly wince and pull away. You grab the tie still around my neck and use it like a rein to keep me in place. You slip your foot out of your heel and plant it on the back of my head for further anchoring. Another 9 blows land furiously and you pause. I'm barely murmuring thank you now.. . feeling exhausted, spent and numb.

"You feeling a little more remorseful boy? Poor baby..." You put some lube on your hand and find my cock which amazingly has some life still in it. I moan with your first touch. "Ass slut that you are, I'm going to add something before I finish with the paddle. You are going to take this ass plug. I'm sure you're familiar with them.. I bet you've slipped them in yourself. Haven't you slut?" Teasingly giving my shaft a long hand stroke, you note "As I push the plug in, I want you to imagine a big strong boy of mine is easing his cock into your ass." I give you a wary, distasteful look and you let go of my cock. 'You will imagine it's a cock if you want my hand on your shaft ever again." Hungry for your touch I accede... and fall in still deeper.

The doorbell suddenly rings and I madly grab for my clothes, mortified. You hiss to stay right there and not move. Sue of course had planned to come over for the afternoon and you had teed up the ass plug timed perfectly for her arrival. "Sue! Come in! I have quite a surprise for you." I hear you both murmuring and laughing in the distance and you quickly bring her up to speed. "So at the moment, he's 'dying' for the feeling of cock in his ass and I'd love for you to oblige him for now with the ass plug." Sue takes a long look at me as I peer up... and finally I see what a striking beauty she is as well. "What a submissive well spanked whore you have here" she says as she runs her hand over your workout on my ass and circles my ass bud teasingly. She takes the now lubed plug and with the other hand grabs the 'rein'... she slowly pushes open my ass bud with the tip. I moan from the stimulation, and from your hand which again firmly grasps my cock. My cock is rock hard and you comment to Sue how wanton I am. "Look how well he takes cock!"

You grab a fistful of my hair and pull my head up: "Say it...'Please fill me with a cock.' And picture a big hard shaft splitting you open for the first time." I can't say it or want it. Irritated you let go of my cock and I groan.. almost worse than the spanking is losing the pleasure from your hand on my cock. "Please fill me with your cock Sue!" I spit out. You begin to stroke my cock again and Sue works it in. The two of you laughing and commenting along the way. You reach for the dildo and instruct me to kiss and suck the other cock while I take it in the ass. "That's a good boy taking 2 cocks for me." With a final push the head of the medium plug plunges in. Sue and you admire your work... hot red marked ass, wantonly filled with the plug. For added effect, Sue grabs my hips, digging her nails in, and slowly pushes her hips into me as if she fucking me.. thrusting again and again, for your amusement.. You take the dildo and force it deeper, making me gag.. all the while delivering twisting long strokes to my shaft. You both keep commenting on how well I 'take cock' and 'give head' ... and how fun it would be to train and push those limits. My cock begins to quiver and I'm so close to cumming.

"Sue - he has 10 more strokes of the paddle before he's done... they're all yours." So close but now so far from cumming. Spanked and plugged with my ass still in the air, Sue lands the first 5 hard and fast, right over the area you've already worked. I nearly start to tear up, and practically bite the dildo. The plug adds to the humiliation as I squirm and feel it move around. Sue turns it a bit just for fun in between. Sisterly competition clearly has a bit of a hold. "Why are you treating him so gently?" you taunt. You know what's coming now and grab my shaft for the final blows. She lays into the next 5 and with each one I try to move away, inching forward. It drives my cock into your hand... bringing a pleasurable reward almost equal to the pain she gives. But between her grip of my tie and your grip on my cock there is no way to move out of the way. She finishes with her hardest one against my upper thighs. I heave forward... no layers of protection left... wiped, taut, with my ass searing.

You slip off your damp panties... "I know you've been dying to taste me. Shall I give you a special treat? You've been a good boy. Tell me who owns this cock now and you may have your reward." "You do, Ms. It's yours... my cock, my ass.. yours. I'd do anything if you'll allow me to cum." "Good boy... you know I only gave you exactly what you need." With a permanent marker you mark the base of my swollen hard shaft with an "SJ".. then you wrap your panties around the head of my cock and begin to stroke me faster. "Cum now boy.. think about that ass fucking and cock sucking.. and your need for discipline... Think about what you can and will do for me to earn this orgasm and all future ones. I expect ever more from you boy." Your rapid strokes, the two hot women totally owning my mind and body. My face now at Sue's and your feet... and I let go of a HUGE orgasm. My cum filling your silk panties. Your gift to me is allowing me to mess your panties this way... for you, you know that it is merely a downpayment... and you expect serious returns. You stroke out the last drops and tell me to lie on my back and you straddle me from above. You and Sue look down at me. I see your gorgeous pussy... out of reach.. but an object now of my fantasies. You bend your knees just so.. bringing it closer, but only to slip the panties into my mouth and order me to suck them clean and to not move till you and Sue return. You slip off your heels and stockings and leave them on my chest. I feel calm now, intoxicated and immersed in you, addicted to your scent, your touch. You and Sue wander off to share a drink and a laugh. I ponder just what limits I'd give up for more of you....

Update on Trainer

I got some interesting news from Michelle, david's trainer, that I thought you all might enjoy.

First, just on update on david's training at her hands. He continues to enjoy weekly sessions with her. I'm only there about half the time now, owing to our relative work schedules (they go at it at around 5:30, and I am not always home by then). The sessions have fallen into a sort of routine. They all start with the ritual "weighing in" ceremony:

david is always completely nude for these weighing ins (shoes in drawing not withstanding). The funny thing is that david religiously records his weight every morning and gives Michelle a written report, but nonetheless the weighing in is required. I guess she does not fully trust him. Ha Ha! Despite the routine nature of the event, his erection has still not subsided, and he is always fully erect (and scolded for it!) during his weigh-ins. I know it makes no sense, but I always imagine that erection must add some weight!

He remains standing in the nude "at attention" as Michelle reviews his food and exercise diary. Additional scolding ensues, and he is often giving a spanking at this point as well. The spankings vary. Sometimes she will kneel on one knee in the bathroom, and pull him across her other knee for a hand or hairbrush spanking. Sometimes he will go across her lap for a paddling. Other times he will be put face down on the bed for a taste of the strap. She has full access to all my collection of spanking weapons.

I was told about a recent strapping. Michelle was upset at him for gaining a couple of pounds in a week. david was very close to a "bonus threshold" (Michelle gets a cash bonus when david falls beneath a target weight every day for a week) and this made her quite angry at him. She decided to teach him a lesson.

He was put face down across a couple of pillows on the bed. Michelle got the strap, and told him he would be strapped 5 times, once for every pound he needed to lose to get her her bonus. Now, a 5-stroke strapping doesn't sound that bad, does it? Well apparently it is when each stroke of the heavy twin-tailed tawse is delivered to the same spot on his lower rear-end with all the force a powerful and angry physical trainer / pro domme can muster. He was incapable of holding position as a result of the strokes, and had to struggle to get back across the pillows 3 times out of 5. There was a long pause of about 30 seconds between each stroke which allowed the strapping to "soak in". david told me it was the most painful strapping he had ever received.

Now I whip that strap pretty hard myself, but it looks like I might need some training from Michelle! I did notice david's eating markedly improve after that strapping. As much as he enjoys being spanked and humiliated by me and his trainer, he absolutely does not want a repeat performance of that strapping, which is what he was promised if he gains weight again!

After the spankings, Michelle then goes into his bedroom drawers and selects an outfit for him to wear. Mostly it's gym clothes, and she dresses him from nude herself, as if he was a child. Sometimes he is allowed underwear, sometimes he is bare under his light shorts. Sometimes she goes into his panty drawer, and selects a pair of panties for him to wear under his gym shorts.

His exercise sessions consist of a mixture of physical training and Yoga. He is touched inappropriately during this training, and often is made to lower his pants for a taste of the crop if he screws up. Sometimes he just gets the crop across his legs for encouragement. Planking is usually part of the session, and the "pants-down plank" is a perennial favourite.

Michelle keeps him distracted to test his concentration and help kill the time. And if he loosens his core and sags at all during the plank, a quick whipping to his bare bottom or cock-tip reminds him not to.

So, the training has fallen into a routine. david loves it and looks forward to each and every training session (minus that strapping, of course). And we are seeing his weight go down and a sleek Yoga-like muscle definition go up, so I am delighted with the results as well.

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On a different subject concerning Michelle, as you read in a previous blog entry, Trainer Trained!, she is a switch, and wants her live-in partner, Brian, to spank her as a part of a real-life domestic discipline arrangement. I lent a hand by discussing it with Brian a bit and demonstrating how she wants to be spanked.

Well, I am pleased to say that Brian has taken it to heart. Michelle reports that she got a spanking for leaving clothes on the bed. She was asked to clean them off, and she tried to put if off. Instead of arguing, Brian spanked her hard and then made her put away her clothes.

She also tells me that she is in the middle of a week of daily spankings. She is supposed to go to the gym every day herself. He works hard every day at a regular job. Brian says that when Michelle has no clients, her "job" is to get her ass to the gym and keep herself in top shape. For the sake of being a Yoga instructor, a personal trainer, and a pro switch, her livelihood depends on her body. She must think of herself as a model or an actress in that regard, and work hard at her body. In her words in a series of txt messages to me:

I refused to go the gym... he grabbed me, put me over his leg and spanked me until I agreed

he said I'm going to get spanked every day for a week before I go to the gym so as to improve my will to go freely

he spanks hard and no warm up :-( he just goes in full tilt and goes for as long as he wants 

You've created a monster!

Ha Ha!

The Importance of the Strap-On Dildo to a Marriage

I consider the strap-on dildo to be an essential tool (pardon the pun) amongst any dominant wife's belongings.

We have all been genetically shaped and then nurtured to the traditional sex role models where the male is dominant and the female is considered submissive. Not even david and I can completely escape it, because those images and ideas are so culturally pervasive. So instead of escaping it, I use it. If the female is supposed to be submissive, rather than fighting that I make david assume the female role, and I the male role.

It starts with feminine lingerie such as panties, bras, stockings, and garters. I force david into those sorts of garments.

He is made to look ridiculous, but inescapably "the female" despite himself.

I myself tend to dress in a fairly conservative, business-like manner (it's what a woman needs to do to be taken seriously in business).

The mixture of me in my work clothes and david in his frillies uses those traditional sex role stereotypes to my advantage when dominating him.

It continues with his spankings. He must come across my knee, and I make sure he is hoisted into a very sexually submissive posture.

Also, I insist on vocalisations from him when it starts hurting. He is not allowed the dignity of the "male" stoicism when being spanked.

When he is in his frillies, and when he is being spanked, I refer to him in female terms. I remind him that he is carrying on like a little girl, for instance. Or if I see an erection, I tell him what a little slut he is.

This has the effect of using all those millenia of evolution and a lifetime of cultural programming as an aid in dominating him, whereas one might have thought it would be a disadvantage.

The effects are even more profound when there is a second woman there, such as my sister, to witness him and laugh at him in all his "femaleness".

While this "panty training" or "petticoating" is very effective, nothing beats the strap-on dildo to mess with those sex-role stereotypes and turn a hulking man into a very afraid little girl!

There is little better for reversing roles than making your husband  kneel at your feet, take a large lifelike dildo into his mouth, and perform oral sex on it, the deeper the better, with a hand on the back of his head for encouragement.

The only thing better is to flip him over, put his submissive pantied ass high in the air, rip off his panties, and force him to receive anal sex from the strap-on dildo.

As with other women, I will refer to his asshole as his pussy, and his penis as his clit, as in "reach behind and spread your pussy lips for me you little slut". Or, "do you like your little clitty rubbed as I fuck you, huh?" Or, "I'm going to pound this naughty little pussy so hard you won't be walking right for a week, bitch!"

I say things like that to reinforce that he is "the female" and I "the male" according to the traditional sex role stereotypes. That way I have all the evolution and all that cultural conditioning on my side, where it belongs.

Julie and Deirdre (almost!) meet!

Deirdre and I first came into contact in August of 2012. She sent me an email saying her husband Evan found my blog and showed it to her, and she enjoyed it as well and that I should "keep up the good work!". She also sent me a link to her blog, Spanking My Husband, and I loved it. [All the photos below are from her blog, if you want more, you know where to go!]

Here is lovely Deirdre,

We have been keeping in touch ever since. Deirdre occasionally goes AWOL from her blog for periods of time, and she is in one of those periods now, but we still write to one another from time to time.

Well, just recently it so happened that we would all be in the same city at the same time, and so Deirdre and I decided we just had to get the four of us together! Yay!

We were both very coy. We thought it would be a good idea to just meet for dinner and that's it for the first time. I'm not sure about Deirdre, but secretly I was hoping we would wind up back in the hotel room swapping off husbands to spank, and fucking their asses side by side. There, Deirdre, now you know what I was really thinking!

I had to remind Deirdre that she and Evan must by no means mention our blogs at all as david is still in the dark. We would just say we met online and have learned a lot about each other exchanging messages.

The time and date was all set, but unfortunately real life intervened and we could not get together after all. Boooo!!!!  We think there will be another opportunity in the New Year, so we are keeping our fingers crossed for that.

I of course prepared david for our meeting, and I described a little bit about Deirdre and Evan to him. So when it fell through he was a bit disappointed also. He really wanted to meet Deirdre, but was a little unsure about meeting Evan!

I had to break the news to david, but I said I would try to make it up to him by role playing that I was "Deirdre" based on what I knew about her from our email exchanges (in fact, I had re-read her blog practically cover-to-cover for our meeting, so I knew quite a lot about Deirdre's and Evan's kinks!).

We pretended that david was alone on business in the city where Deirdre lives, and that I sent him over (with Deirdre's permission, of course) to "visit" with her. It so happened Evan was away as well.

Deirdre was warm and welcoming to david, and she was dressed like this:

Deirdre is pretty no-nonsense, though, and not one for small talk, so she quickly got down to business. She made david strip to his T-shirt while holding her little paddle (called "Pursey" 'cause she carries it in her purse) in her hands. Deirdre told david that she had been speaking with Julie, and Julie wanted him well-punished before he left!

Naughty david, of course, could not contain his excitement...

Oh me oh my! And me, not even his wife!!! Get over here, mister... That goes right between my thighs and will be clamped hard to keep you in place!

We'll see if a good hard spanking with pursey doesn't cure your problem!

I channelled Deirdre during the paddling. She is a touch OCD (in the cute way!), as she will admit herself, and uses a stopwatch to time her spankings.

That is exactly what I did in my role playing, giving david a full FIVE minutes with the hard little paddle. The spanking had the desired effect...

What a cute 'lil thing!

Next I channelled another Deirdre thing and lay him down on the bed for more of the paddle with his private parts all exposed!

Is it not embarrassing for a man to be displayed and spanked like this by a woman who is not even his own wife!!

Next I made him straddle pillows on the bed to simulate Deirdre's spanking bench, and took the larger paddle to him.

I followed that up with a good dose of strap oil!

I ended this phase of the Deirdre role play with pursey.

Poor david was so flustered to be handled in this manner by his wife's e-pen-pal! In fact, Julie told Deirdre she had carte blanche to handle david's penis as if it were her own husband's. Deirdre enjoyed confusing the poor boy with a combination of the soft hand and the hard paddle!

david was then subjected by Deirdre to one of her favourite tricks...

That's right... a good old fashioned figging! It didn't hurt david at first, but after the first minute and some good hard spanks that had his cheeks clenching and unclenching the ginger started working its bumhole magic and poor david was begging Deirdre for the burning root to be taken out!

Oh please take it out, oh please!

No way! It stays put until his full three minutes of spanking is up! Julie would not want Deirdre taking it any easier on david than she would on Evan.

After the full prescribed dose of spanking had been administered, Deirdre pulled the root out. This, however, did not stop the burning! Not at all! It got worse and worse! Oh no, Oh no, what should he do???

Well, if he was going to act like such a baby she would treat him like one. Deirdre made david lie down on the bed on his back and raise his legs high. Deirdre then went to get soap and a washcloth, and cleaned his little bumhole and anal ring area of all that nasty ginger juice.

When it was a bit better, Deirdre flipped david over onto his belly and put several pillows under his hips. She pulled his cock out, and inserted a dildo in!

Deirdre pumped that dildo in and out of his sore asshole while fondling his semi-erect penis. david was suddenly very distressed! He reported to Deirdre that she should stop, that he felt like he needed to urgently pee! Deirdre continued with the humiliating dildo-pumping and commanded david to let it out as if he was going to pee. david strained and what do you know but that a clear line of pre-cum started oozing right out of his cocktip! Deirdre caught it all in a little cup, and then made david swallow it all down the hatch, just like she makes Evan do.

Now it was time to fulfil Julie's special request of Deirdre. Julie had asked Deirdre to make david into her complete little bitch by fucking his tight ass with her large strap-on in the strictest manner possible. david would be taught that his ass belongs to Julie, and if Julie wanted to loan it out to her friend for an evening, that was her prerogative. Deirdre was only too delighted to do this favour for her very best blog friend, and really teach this man his place in the pecking order!

After a very long, very hard, and very painful pegging, Deirdre pulled out and admired her handiwork: a well-spanked ass, a well-milked penis, and a well-used bumhole. What are friends for if not for this?

By now Deirdre was feeling a little horny herself. Doing this to a man, even a man not her husband, made her a bit excited. Deirdre remembers what Julie had said. She had said this might happen, and if it did, well, that david had a talented tongue that she was most welcome to put to work.

Deirdre stripped off skirt and her panties, flipped david onto his back, and mounted his face, facing down his body. david was so unsure what to do! Here was a beautiful pussy, inches from his mouth, but it wasn't his wife's pussy, this was not allowed!!!

Deirdre said only one word, but she said it in such a way that david felt he had no choice but to obey. the word Deirdre said was simply

lick

david stuck out his tongue and starting lapping at the gorgeous pussy in front of his mouth! It was wrong! It was so very wrong! But he couldn't stop himself. Deirdre had told him to lick, and it was as if he had no resistance at all, but must simply do as he was told.

Deirdre reached over to her bedside table and pulled out her Hitachi. She changed the angle of her hips on david's head, and told him to lick out her asshole now, and to do it thoroughly. No! thought david. Not this! Not this too! But david moved his tounge to Deirdre's asshole and started licking it. The abject humiliation of being made to lick this strange woman's asshole was killing david. He was nothing but an ass-licking little whore now! Deirdre flipped on the massive vibrator and pushed it up against her clit, rubbing it against herself until she came hard, insisting all the while that david "Stick it in. Stick it in deeper you slut!"

A spent Deirdre looked down on david. Poor boy. He was still massively erect. Deirdre knew that while Julie practically insisted the she use david like this, that david would nonetheless be very severely punished by his wife for partaking of another woman's pussy and asshole, to leave no doubt in his mind to whom he belonged.

Deirdre actually felt sorry for him. She crawled up between he legs, and put her mouth over david's hard cock. Deirdre enjoyed sucking cock, and it was "interesting" having someone's cock in her mouth other than Evan's. Deirdre made short work of david, taking his full load of semen into her mouth. With a little closed mouth smirk she crawled up to david and french-kissed the semen into his mouth to swallow. He would be punished mercilessly for the pussy and asshole licking, how much worse could it be when she threw in the blow job? Deirdre hoped a lot worse!

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So ended our role play. I feel I really violated my friend Deirdre in so many ways while playing out this scene. I'm sure the real Deirdre is too prim and proper and would have none of those types of shenanigans!

And you want to know what? After all that ordeal david is still quite eager to meet Deirdre... go figure!

david spanked

I'm afraid I had to give david another spanking today.

I had been on him for months about the outdoor lights. Many were burnt out. He needed to get up on a ladder, unscrew the covers, and replace the bulbs. Not a job for me. The last time I mentioned it, on Friday, he said he needed a spanking for being so late with the job. I told him he'd get his spanking AFTER the bulbs were all replaced, for procrastination.

Well, sure enough, he replaced all the bulbs on Saturday. My outside is bright again at night. Yay! After he had done the job, I told him he'd get his spanking all right!

So today (Sunday), I invited my sister Sue over. Told her about the outdoor lights situation, and asked her is she wanted to help. She was only too happy to do oblige.

Sue came over in the evening, after dinner. When she greeted david, the first thing she said "I understand you need to be spanked tonight, is that so?"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered.

"What for?" asked Sue, though she knew already from me.

"For taking so long to fix up the outside lights, Ma'am," answered david.

"Well let's get you spanked then." she finished.

Sue then turned to me and asked "What's it going to be?"

I said: "Bedroom, skirt and panties, paddle and strap."

"Do you want the paddle or the strap," I asked Sue.

"I'll take the paddle, you take the strap," she said.

Turning to david, I said "Upstairs. Skirt and panties, bare chested, nose in the corner, hands on your head. If you're not ready by the time we get there, you'll get double, you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am!" said david, and he hurried upstairs to obey.

Sue and I walked upstairs a couple of minutes later. When we walked into the bedroom, david was standing in the corner, bare legs and bare back, with his plaid schoolgirl skirt on, hands on head.

"Check his panties, would you?" I asked Sue.

Sue went over to him, lifted the back of his skirt, and showed off his red polka dot panties, with his cute little lower butt cheeks all exposed.

I arranged the pillows on the left side of the bed for his strapping, and set up the folding spanking chair for his over-Sue's-knee paddling. Then I got the paddle and strap out from the bedside drawer and tossed them casually on the bed.

I walked over to david, grabbed him by the ear, and laid him down chest on bed, feet on floor. I lifted his skirt, put my left knee into his lower back, and then grabbed the back of his panties, pulling them up hard into his crack. I know from previous experience that this stimulates his anus and genitals. How embarrassing for a husband to have his anus and genitals stimulated in that manner in front of his wife's sister!

I then started in on his warm-up spanking, hand spanking him pink and scolding him for the poor showing on the outside lights. I pulled up hard on his panties which made him raise his butt up invitingly high for his hand spanks. When I have his back pinned like that and he raises his ass in the air, he looks for all the world like a little slut begging for some hard anal intercourse from a woman's strict penis.

Sue looked on with amusement. She is no stranger to seeing david spanked, and no stranger to seeing his anus exposed, which part of his anatomy the tightly wedged panties neatly bisected.

"Time for the paddle?" I asked Sue.

"Absolutely!" she said with a glint in her eye.

I let david up and told him to fix his panties and skirt, which he did with his back to us. Sue picked up the paddle from the bed and sat on the spanking chair. It's just the right height for a lady to be comfortable with a naughty gentleman across her knees. She beckoned david across her lap.

Once david was across, Sue flipped his skirt up, and pulled his panties down to his knees. This required david to hold himself up as the feminine material was slid down his legs. Once he was re-settled, bare penis across her lap, Sue started in with the paddle. She had him howling quickly, kicking his feet, and begging before she was halfway done. I remember she paused once and told him he was taking his spanking like a girl. Then, as if to prove her point, she continued the paddling, treating us both to a show of leg kicking, fanny wriggling, and crying out more suited to a little girl than to a grown man.

By the time she was done, his bottom was well-crimsoned indeed.

"Up" she said.

david stood gingerly.

"What time is it now, david?" I asked him, holding the strap in my hand with the pillows piled on the bed behind me.

"strap time..." he said.

Such a clever boy! He lay down across the pillows. I arranged his skirt above his waist, and his panties around his knees. He was already nicely reddened from his paddling from Sue.

And now he was in for my strap!

I stood to his side, winked at Sue, and brought the strap down hard across his twin globes. My did he howl! I took my time, and repeated with about ten to fifteen second intervals, each strap stroke teaching a sharp lesson about procrastination in my household. david looked like a little mountain climber, grabbing onto the sheets with his balled fists and moving his little legs up and down with each stroke.

I made him arch his bum high up in the air for his strap strokes, begging for it, as an added humiliation in front of Sue. When he did that to my satisfaction, his genitals and anus were nicely displayed to us.

I made him endure about two dozen strict strokes before I was done with him. It was by no means an epic strapping, but it made a point, and it was aided and abetted by my sister, which adds to the punishment aspect considerably. It's just so wrong for a husband to be skirted, pantied, and spanked by his wife while her sister witnesses it!

His humbling was not quite done yet. I reached between his legs, fished out his penis and balls, pulled them behind and made him squeeze his thighs tightly together.

I got out the baby oil and dribbled it down his crack, onto his balls, and onto his penis shaft and tip. I massaged it in and told him that despite his procrastination he did get the job done today, and that he deserved a bit of my hand as a result. He moaned and wiggled sluttishly as I did it, putting on quite the little show for my sister and I.

When he was hard I gave him a choice. I told him he could ejaculate in front of my sister and then stand facing the wall for ten minutes on his tiptoes, nude, hands on his head, spent cock and balls out behind his thighs; or the alternative was that he did not have to do that, but would not be allowed to ejaculate and would spend the night wearing mittens duct-taped on at his wrists to prevent him from self-pleasuring. i like giving him a choice.

He voted for the semi-public ejaculation and time-out, and got his messy little wish. My little Princess!

Trainer trained!

Sorry I'm so late posting this up but I did it! Yay! I spanked Michelle in front of her partner Brian this past Thursday!

I went over there after work. They are renting the ground floor of a small house. Brian was very handsome and polite, if not a bit quiet and uncommunicative, but I did notice he was paying rapt attention throughout the proceedings. I was offered tea which I accepted, we chatted a little the three of us (mainly Michelle and I) about nothing in particular, and then I decided it was time.

I turned to Brian and told him that his partner is a very kinky young lady, and that she especially enjoys being spanked. Brian indicated he knew this. I went on to say that one thing she very much wants is to be spanked for real, by him, for real misdeeds. I told him that, as he knew, Michelle lacked good parenting growing up, and as a result she has a craving for her loving partner to set boundaries for her, and to enforce them, lovingly, in a way that in her imagination is suitable for a child. I turned to Michelle to get her confirmation and she vigorously agreed. I clarified with her that she is giving her consent, here and now, for Brian to punish her any time in the future when he believes she has stepped over a boundary. "Yes, that's what I want," is what she said.

I asked Brian if he was willing to watch a demonstration from me of how Michelle should typically be punished by him? "Sure." he said. Good enough!

I turned to Michelle and said "Let's talk about your overspending, shall we?" Michelle had shared with me that she is really quite prone to spending more money than is justified by what the pair of them bring in, and that it infuriates Brian and leads to big fights. A recent example was an $80 leather-bound diary that she had purchased, when a three ring notebook would have done just fine.

"Michelle," I said, "I'm going to punish you for that diary, right here and right now, and in front of Brian so he can see how you need it to be done to you."

I reached into my bag and pulled out the little maplewood souvenir paddle. It packs a nasty sting! "I think a couple of hundred paddle strokes should get the message across, don't you?"

When I trial-spanked Michelle earlier on, it was 100 strokes with the hairbrush. The little paddle is worse, the number of strokes is doubled, and I can spank very hard with it if I feel the urge.

"Oh please may I have a warmup spanking first, Ma'am?" she asked me. Now I was going to warm her up, as we had discussed, but I certainly did not like her topping from the bottom like that!

"Fine." I said, deciding that if she wanted to try topping from the bottom like that, she would get a little more than she bargained for. "Take off your pants"

Michelle was wearing black Lulu pants, and took them and her panties both completely off, revealing a bare, freshly shaved pussy. "I shaved..." she said, unnecessarily.

I told her to lie down on the couch. She was a bit confused at first, thinking she was going over my knee, but as I had stood up, she decided that I wanted her face down on the couch. "No, turn around. Face up." She did as she was told. I reached over and grabbed her ankles and raised her legs high in the air. I decided she would be warmed up by a very humiliating diaper-position spanking. I'm sure it was nothing Brian had not seen before, but nonetheless there was presented under the bright living room lights an excellent view of Michelle's vagina and anus.

"Brian, be a dear and bring me a nice warm wash cloth, please."

Brian hopped to it and returned a minute later with a hot wet wash cloth. Michelle asked, in a very worried tone, "am I dirty???".

"No dear," I said, "but I've decided that since you seem to have the self-control of a child when it comes to spending, I'll treat you like one, and give you a washing the way a child would be washed." I used the wash cloth to scrub her vagina first. Michelle said "oh my, oh my" looking very embarrassed and a bit turned on. I then moved down to her anus, explaining to Brian "top to bottom - vagina first and then to her anus". I was taken by the fact that Michelle has a very deep anal cleft. And quite dark in there as well. But I thoroughly exposed her bottom hole and gave it a good scrubbing as Brian watched and she blushed. I ended by folding the wash cloth over and dampening her bottom cheeks, saying not to worry, it would get dried off soon enough.

Then I gave the wash cloth back to Brian and started in on spanking Michelle's cute little wet cheeks.

"May I take my shirt off, Ma'am?" Michelle asked. She had a shirt that had some pins on it, and they were digging into her neck.

"Yes you may," I said. She sat up, took the shirt off (she was wearing Lulu underneath), and then lay back down and raised her legs up for the spanking to continue.

I told Brian that I wanted Michelle to be comfortable during her spanking, everywhere except where I wanted her not to be comfortable: her bottom cheeks!

After about fifty good hard hand slaps Michelle said "My back is starting to hurt, Ma'am".

"Then over my knee, in that case". I sat on the couch and Michelle crawled over my knee. I immediately resumed her "warm-up" hand spanking, increasing the pace and intensity. I was rewarded with a bottom turning dusky red, and several yelps and ouches from Michelle. She tended to clench her cheeks a lot, unlike david. And as a Yoga instructor, she has great muscle tone in her cheeks! I decided I did not mind, and spanked over her clenched cheeks.

I explained then to Brian that I had intended to give her a warm-up spanking at any rate, because it would allow me to apply the paddle to her bottom for a very long and very hard lesson in overspending. Without the warmup, each paddle stroke would have been excruciating and it would have been torture for the poor girl, not lovingly delivered and justly earned punishment.

I then pronounced sentence: "I think two hundred paddle strokes should teach you the meaning of thriftiness, young lady. Do you agree, Brian?"

"sure..." he said, looking a little dazed and confused by the whole proceedings! Ha Ha!

I took up the little paddle and gave her the first hundred. I started lightly but within the first ten built up to what I would call medium hard strokes. I stopped every now and then for a 10 second pause, delivering the strokes in groupings of around 15 or 20. At the climax of each group she would kick her legs and hyperventilate. It was interesting, because her reactions were quite different from david's! Towards the end of the first set of a hundred, she started adding a lot of squirming and crying out at the end of each grouping. Not real words, just "oh ah ah ah" sort of sounds. Her bottom was by now looking quite messed up. Her right cheek more so than her left (I get better leverage there). It was very dusky red, and looked like it was starting to bruise a little on the right cheek.

Between sets, I explained to Brian Michelle's sweet spot. Not too low onto her thighs (torture for her), not above the midline of her bum (very scared due to a lower back injury), and not around the sides of her flanks (where the skin is thin). I showed him the classic spank spots, and said that especially in Michelle's case he was working with a very narrow band of skin, but it was more than sufficient to punish her very completely. I told him that so long as his aim was fine, he could go almost as hard and as long as he deemed necessary in that band to impart a well-deserved lesson.

Before I started I was intending to ask Brian to deliver the next hundred, but I was having way too much fun and thought that he would have plenty of chances. I also wanted to make sure that I earned Michelle's complete respect, and also wanted to show Brian how hard he could go if the situation warranted.

"Are we learning a lesson yet about overspending, young lady?" I asked Michelle.

"Ye.. ye... yes Ma'am" she responded, tearing up a bit.

"Well I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. You're liable to go right out and spend your and Brian's money without consulting him. Another hundred, harder than the last, will make you think twice about overspending!"

With that I threw my right leg over the backs of her thighs. I asked Brian to hand me her white and red polka-dot panties that were bundled in with her pants.  I took the panties and stuffed them into her little mouth. "Oh Nooooooo" she said.

"Are you ok with this, Brian?" I asked him.

"Yeah, absolutely. Spank the brat." He said. Ha Ha! this would work out well!

"Do you hear that, Michelle? Brian thinks you're a brat and that you need this spanking."

She responded with a little plaintive "Ohhhhhh" through her panty gag.

I then started in on her second set of one hundred. I made these all harder and faster than the first, and went in groupings of twenty or so at a time, giving her only enough time to calm down a bit between the groupings. There was a lot of struggling under my leg and left arm, and almost animal-like grunts coming out of her mouth at the climax of each grouping of twenty. I got to the end of the second hundred, with Michelle bravely holding on right to the end. somewhere in there she had spat out the panty gag in order to hyperventilate. After the spanking, she lay across my knee, sobbing, sniffling, and vocalising little sounds like "uh uh uh uh uh".

I helped her up to her feet, which she did gingerly, and I guided her over to the wall, and made her stand facing it with her hands on her head. Without being asked, she stood up high on her tiptoes. I wondered if this was something a Dom had once made her do? She stood there very submissively, dark, dusky red bottom on display for Brian and I.

"That was a real punishment spanking," I told Brian, "and is about as hard as you'll ever need to go on her. But look at her. She's fine and she appreciated the discipline, didn't you Michelle?" I called out.

"Yes Ma'am" she said, in a loud brave voice.

"Is that how you want Brian to spank you?" I asked her.

"Yes Ma'am, when I deserve it, Ma'am".

"And when is that?" I asked her.

"Whenever Brian or you say I do," she answered.

Mmmm! Nice to have been included in that.

"I'm going to leave you two to talk about what just happened.  Brian, it was very nice meeting you." I said, and then I walked over to where Michelle was doing her timeout.

"Thank you" she said as I approached.

"You're very welcome!" I said right back at her, feeling up her hot little cheeks with one hand. The other I slipped around in front of her and pushed on her above her clit. I was rewarded with a little moan of pleasure.

And I left.

That was a week ago. I received an excited text message a few days later saying that Brian had spanked her. I found a quiet place and called her. She said they were in a fight over him not giving her ten dollars for something or other, and she called him a "stupid fuck" with all the venom she could muster. He marched right over, ripped her pants down, bent her over the back of the couch, and laid into her with his hard hand for a good two minutes. Afterwards she was contrite and apologized for calling him a stupid fuck. She said that before he would have responded with an equally bad name for her, they would have run each other down verbally, and it would have escalated into throwing things. This was apparently much better!

As another side effect, Michelle has become more emboldened with david as well. At the last training session she was giving him a pants-down spanking over her knee (for no particular reason). I had a ringside seat. david was squirming, grinding his erection against her, apparently. She asked him what he thought he was doing. he came up with a lame excuse that the spanking hurt and he couldn't help himself moving across her lap. She said it was very convenient that his boner was right over her thigh! She made him stand, and his big erection popped into view.

"That is disgusting!" she said. "You want to rub that against me, do you?"

"No Ma'am", he lied.

"Fine, then rub it yourself."

david looked confused.

"Go on. Grab it and rub!" she insisted.

david had never been made to do anything like this by Michelle before. He sheepishly rubbed his right hand up lightly up and down his shaft and over his tip.

At this point, I thought I would chime in: "Lick your hand and rub your saliva onto your penis. Good. Now use your other hand to tug down on your balls, nice and hard, just like you do it when I catch you in front of the computer!"

david did as he told, blushing up a storm as his young trainer looked on with a smirk. Using this method, he would have ejaculated within the minute, especially given the circumstances. Michelle let him go until he was obviously close and then yelled out, "Stop! Take your hands away!"

"No!" said david, but he did as he was told, knees shaking and his achingly hard and wet penis trembling in the air, so hard erect it was curving upwards towards the ceiling. "No, please!" he begged.

"Get your pants on." She said, killing any hopes he would be cumming any time soon. david pulled up his Lululemon stretch pants, tenting them obscenely, and toddled off gingerly behind Michelle to do his Yoga practice. Ha Ha!

Exciting development with trainer!

A VERY fun development with david's trainer. I just had to write about it today!!!

Some of you have asked after david's personal trainer, Michelle. She continues to see him once a week, mixing in training with kink. I trust her a lot and often times I am not even in the house while a training session is going on. It's fun to come home from work and see him being put through his paces, Michelle often with riding crop in hand. When I arrive she will usually put on a little show, and spank him in front of me. david positively loves his sessions with her, which are really mostly work with a bit of play thrown in just to keep it interesting.

I have gotten to know Michelle quite a bit better myself. A very interesting young lady. In addition to the personal training which is her legit career, she also supplements her income professionally as a "switch", which means she will see (generally older and well heeled) gentlemen to either spank them or be spanked herself. She mainly keeps to her "regulars" nowadays, and doesn't seek out new men, preferring to work on getting more vanilla personal training gigs. The type of personal training she does with us is unique.

Earlier today, after training, I had just gotten home from work. She asked if she could discuss something with me, in private. Of course! She sent david away upstairs to shower and told him not to come down until called as she had something to discuss with me.

The conversation was sooooo interesting that I just had to share it with you guys. I feel a bit guilty sharing it here, even through our anonymity (Michelle is not even her real name), but you readers are my kinky family, after all, and I owe it to you all to share!

The gist of the conversation is that she has a  partner, Brian, with whom she's lived for over five years now. Brian is comfortable with what she does, and is kinky in his own way, but Michelle confided in me that she wants more from him.

Michelle and Brian fight quite a bit, according to her, over all sorts of silly things. She told me that she sometimes pushes his buttons just to get a reaction from him. She has admitted to me that what she really wants is for Brian to just take charge and spank her instead of getting angry and fighting. However she cannot get Brian to understand the concept of DD. He thinks what she wants is some kinky bottom pain thrown in during sex (which she does want), and that's what it's all about. She is having a lot of trouble communicating to him the concept of DD.

She offered all this up to me in the hope of getting some advice from me. I am older and wiser ;-), and she admires the relationship I have with my david, which she views as totally DD.

We discussed various things, but in the end what she really latched onto was my offer to explain to Brian what he was missing. I even offered up to demonstrate to him how Michelle should be spanked, and to supervise his first DD spanking of her (I must confess to this whole situation turning me on greatly, so it was not altogether an altruistic offer!)

We discussed using david as the demo model, but we decided both men would be quite uncomfortable with that! Instead, we decided that we would arrange for me to go over to their place, give Michelle a spanking, and explain some things to Brian regarding how she would like to be treated, trying to get him to spank her as well. We were pretty confident that he would not object to me spanking his little partner in front of him!

I told her there was only one problem with the plan. And that was that I needed to understand how she wanted to be spanked, what turned her on, so that I could communicate that to Brian. I also told her that I did not want to go in cold and have the demonstration be the first time I spanked her.

"Well that's easy to fix, Ma'am" she said to me as she got up and came over to stand beside me. I made a bit of room and she draped herself across my knee. I lowered her Lulu's and was scandalized to see she wore nothing underneath them! She claimed that is how they are supposed to be worn, saying it in what I thought to be a very cheeky manner!

As I spanked lightly we discussed what she liked and disliked. I had spanked a couple of girls before, and have always liked it, and this was no exception. Even though I am not particularly bi, I think spanking is sort of universal (either that or I might be more bi than I think - I will have to give it a serious try sometime to find out for sure!).

I decided I needed to test her limits a bit. I stood her up and made her stand in the corner (tee hee!) and went upstairs to fetch the hairbrush and the belt (both implements she had mentioned in connection with her idea of DD - I guess those are pretty universal for North Americans anyways).

I went up to the bedroom where they are kept and there was david sitting up in bed reading his Kindle. "What's going on down there?" he asked with a big smirk.

"None of your business," I told him as I got out the hairbrush and strap in front of him, and marched back downstairs with them. [He has pestered me repeatedly since, but I will not share. I told him if he asks again, he'll get the strap!]

I gave Michelle a "YELLOW" safeword and told her I would spank with the hairbrush increasingly hard and fast until I got it out of her. She took a very good spanking, but broke down after about a hundred with me going pretty hard towards the end.

So that was her limit. I was determined that for true DD purposes her spanking needed to be a bit beyond that - she agreed. Then I bent her over the arm of the sofa and belt whipped her. It only took about twenty increasingly hard ones of those until she was safewording me! Ha Ha!

I did learn that she was super sensitive on the backs of thighs, and was very scared of the belt hitting anywhere near her lower back (ever hitting her anywhere above the mid-line of her bum projected pain into her tail bone). So she has a relatively narrow band to work with, right on the sweet spots. Any lower or higher or to the sides would be more torture than punishment, and needed to be avoided. I was very glad I could work all this out with her before seeing her and Brian together!

She thanked me for the wonderful spanking, we hugged, and we agreed to meet up at her place Thursday after work to have our discussion with Brian. I am very excited!!!!

Sex with my husband

Yesterday night, watching X-Factor on TV at night with my husband. After the show... SEX. Not fantasy or fiction this time. The real thing. This is what sex is like between me and my husband (sometimes... and embellished with some things I wish I would have said). You will get a good general idea, however. It isn't exactly what you might call Vanilla...

Me: Go upstairs and get into your panties, I want to fuck you tonight.
Him: [says nothing... gets a gleam in his eye... does as he is told]

I give him a few minutes and then walk slowly upstairs. david is naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. He has chosen the panties from a drawerfull we keep for him for this purpose. He has chosen to put his nose in the corner and wait for me like that. I can totally see his ass and ass crack through his sheer panties. I get an immediate, visceral urge to beat that ass.

Me: Lie on the bed, ass high across the pillows, you're getting a beating, bitch.
Him: [says nothing... does as he is told... him cornering himself meant he wanted a beating tonight before his fucking]

We have four pillows on the bed, he piled two of them on the left side of the bed, in the middle, and lay across them submissively, pantied ass nice and high. He is presented like an offering. He has asked for this beating, so he will receive it on the spot where nature intended slutty submissive husbands to catch their beatings: ass and thighs.

I feel excited watching him do this for me. I can feel my own panties dampening. I open the bedside drawer and pull out my strap. He groans in a sexy way, knowing what is coming.

Me: You're getting a beating now. You want to know why? Because you're a man who wants to be dressed in panties and fucked like a woman. So you want to act like a submissive little cunt? I'll beat you like a submissive little cunt. Simple math, baby. [He likes when I talk dirty to him... he tells me any bad words one might think of applying to a woman can be safely applied to him!]

I whip the strap down hard low across his pantied ass cheeks, right at the panty line. He groans. I do it four more times just like that. His wiggles and moans turn me on even more.

I reach over and lower his panties to just below his cheeks. No reason this bitch will get to keep her panties up for her beating. Part of her humiliation will be to display her anus during her spanking. I am rewarded with a bird's eye view of my husband's now bare and totally exposed asshole. He's getting a fucking in there later and he knows it. No reason I shouldn't see it now.

I give him five more. I target two of them to wrap around between his ass cheeks, near his sensitive little puckered hole.

I put away the strap. His ass is nicely red and marked in places. I reach under my bed to get the riding crop.

Me: Reach behind you and pull those cheeks apart for me.
Him: [says nothing... does as he is told]

Me: Pull them apart harder. Really reach in there. Pull harder. I mean it.
Him: yes ma'am [as he struggles to obey me]

His little boy hole is gaping open now. I take my crop, crouch down a little to get the right angle, and whip the tip down onto his hole. He half moans half ouches. I repeat this over and over again. I am fascinated by the clenching and unclenching and puckering of his hole as I whip it.

As I whip, he loses the grasp of his cheeks, but immediately scrambles to reaffirm it. I love watching him in pain from the whipping, but still submissively pulling his cheeks wide apart for me over and over again in order to submit to my painful stroking. Paradoxically, the worse the whipping, the wider he pulls. Seeing him pulling himself wide for me, waiting for the next whipping stroke, I'm thinking I want to fuck that ass.

I put the crop down.

Me: Are you going to let me fuck you in the ass?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: I'm using Adam, you know that don't you? [Adam is my biggest dildo - realistic looking - large]
Him: yes ma'am.
Me: Are you going to be my little ass bitch, tonight, huh?
Him: oh yes ma'am
Me: Are you going to take it like a woman for me?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: I'm 'gonna flip you over, raise you legs nice and high, and take you missionary style. Will that make you feel like a proper woman, baby?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: Is your ass beaten enough?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: I don't think so. Not yet anyways. Put your hands in front of you and hang on.

david releases his deathgrip on his ass cheeks and puts his hands in front of him. He clutches the covers, knowing what is coming. Knowing that quite a lot may still be coming.

I open the drawer and take out the little souvenir hardwood paddle. I put my left knee up on the bed. I put my left hand down on the small of his back. With my right I pull his lowered panties right down to his knees. Then I start paddling his ass. I count out two hundred strokes to myself in my head. Each one hard and stinging. I get to watch his ass redden to a deep crimson as his knuckles whiten grabbing the bed covers for dear life. About half way through his paddling I get what I want.

Him: No please! No! No more! Please! It hurts!

This is the part where I start to really get excited. I love his begging. I love his begging when I can see the damage I'm doing to his ass! I can feel the sweat on his lower back. I can smell it. I can watch his legs convulse, especially as I paddle the backs of his thighs. Targeting the insides of his thighs when his legs inadvertently spread which makes him clutch them together again. The next time they part, which they do, he gets a harsher lesson. A light paddle stroke to the undersides of his genitals. A gurgling scream and he shuts his legs tightly together. They do not come apart again. Ha Ha! I finish off the padlding to his ass. Hard and fast. His reactions are genuine. My man cries little tears.

I leave him there, in his little puddle of tears. I strip down to just my panties. They are kind of wet. I pull on the strap-on harness over them. I have a big dick now!

Me: Lie on your back, one pillow under your hips.
Him: [says nothing... does as he is told]

I pick up his legs by his ankles and hold them high. I pull the panties up to around his ankles. I stretch them and loop them around his ankles. His ass is really, really red. Dark cherry red.

Me: Hold your legs up like that.
Him: [he holds them up high... like a little slut should]

I walk towards his head, I make him turn and face me. I spread my legs and crouch down so that my cock is at his mouth level. I push towards him, he moves his face to the very edge of the bed and takes me into his mouth. I grab his head and face fuck my little whore. I love the sounds his mouth makes as I face fuck him. Little gurgling sounds, mixed in with the occasional gagging sound when I "accidentally" go too deep.

He tries to steer me into his cheek. I know his little tricks. I grab him by the throat and squeeze. "OPEN" I tell him. He gets Adam down his throat for his troubles. I make him gag no fewer than five times for his impertinence, until I am satisfied he has learned his lesson. This bitch will learn to deep throat me. By the time I pull out there are more tears in his eyes and he is slobbering like crazy.

Sometime during that intense face fucking he apparently got the idea it was ok to disobey me and drop his feet back down to the bed.

Me: Did I say you could drop your feet?
Him: [he quickly raises his legs again]
Me: Oh no! You need a lesson. [I say as I pick up my paddle again]
Him: No! Please! No More! Please!!!

But there is more. I push down on the backs of his thighs, practically doubling him over. His genitals, his asshole, his deep red ass, and his light red thighs are presented to me in a perfect attitude for a childish diaper position punishment.

I paddle him again. He's lucky he's not getting the strap, but I am feeling generous. I know it hurts him a hell of a lot more when his skin is stretched and tight over his ass and thighs, as it is in this position. But he does still have to learn to not lower his legs during his face fucking. I make sure he learns that lesson. I make sure he learns to obey.

I especially enjoy targeting the relatively virgin insides of his ass crack when he is in this position. I am especially excited spanking him while wearing Adam. It's a big glorious erect cock sticking out in front of me! I make sure to brush his flanks with it as I spank. His own cock is shrivelled pathetically. No competition for Adam at all (nor even at the "best of times" for that matter).

Me: Now hold that fucking pose, you little cunt! If you drop your legs again I'll belt whip your ass in that position until you can't cry anymore! [I grab his cock and balls and roughly pull them out between his legs, so they are sticking out behind him]. And that whipping will be balls out, do you understand me?
Him: Yes Ma'am!

I have great aim, but a balls out whipping terrifies the fuck out of him. I move progressively closer until he can feel the wind whipping at his balls. Haven't missed yet and don't plan to. He still gets scared for some reason, though.

I get the lube. I lube up Adam. Then I lube up his asshole. He is holding his legs nice and high for me! I dribble lube onto his genitals, and I rub some into them as well.

Then I hop up on the bed kneeling in front of him. I slide forward until the tip of my Adam touches his asshole. Then I start gently pushing in. I need to change the angle a couple of times, but then I have it right, and I start slowly exerting the appropriate pressure. david "ows" and complains, but slowly, slowly he starts opening up for me, like a flower, as I keep the pressure on. He knows it goes easier for him if he presses out, as if performing a bowel movement. I can see him straining to do that from the look on his face. Magically he opens up and I pop in. "Ow ow ow Ow" he says, but I hold my ground patiently until the cramping dies down. Then I slowly start fucking my little bitch.

I pull his hips into me as I rock back and forth, fucking his ass. His legs are high with his panties wrapped around his ankles. That is his view: his raised legs and his panties banded around his ankles. He also sees me: my face, my bare breasts, my flat tummy, as I fuck him, slowly and deliberately.

As the fucking proceeds I grab his lubed up cock and balls and rub them gently. I rub my cock in and out of him, scraping by his prostate gently, gently, as I rub up and down the length of his now rigidly erect cock. He moans. What a little slut I have on my hands! Tramp! Whore!

Me: Are you going to squirt for me, baby? Squirt as I rub your clitty and fuck your ass, huh baby?
Him: yeah! oh yeah!
Me: You know that after you squirt I'm going to scoop it up and put it in your mouth and make you swallow every last drop, don't you?
Him: yes
Me: Will you like that? Will you like being a little cum bucket for me?
Him: YES, PLEASE!

I fuck gently and rub his cock hard and I get a nice big juicy squirting for my trouble. I aim his cock towards his face. The first bit gets to his chin, the next ones dribble on his chest and tummy.

I pull out slowly, wrapping Adam in paper towels I had handy and taking my harness off carefully.

Me: Keep holding you legs up, baby, you're a bit messy back there.

That always embarrasses him, knowing that! I have some baby wipes in the dresser drawer, bought specifically for this purpose. I clean him like a baby and wrap the soiled wipes into the paper towels.

When he is clean, I move up to his chest and I use my hands to scoop up the cum and push it into his eager mouth. He licks and sucks my fingers dry, and swallows it all down. I tell him to clean my Adam thoroughly and to take a shower. He is to be quick about, he has pussy and ass licking duties waiting for him immediately upon his return!