Friday, February 28

Bra Fitting at Victoria's Secret!

The other day when I was punishing david for overspending I made him dress in his schoolgirl outfit which included a bra under his blouse. He kept his blouse on for most of the punishment, but when he started undressing afterwards it reminded me of how ill-fitting and cheap looking his bra was. Well, I decided to do something about that, so I took david to get fitted for a proper bra this week. And where else?

Victoria's Secret of course! OMG, this has always been a fantasy of ours, to take him there and get him properly fitted, and we finally did it. Yay!

We walked in together and we started browsing.

We were not approached by any of the sales ladies, but I would have liked to have been. So we started looking. I wanted pink for him. I knew he needed 40" and likely an AA cup. I also new Vickies would not have that, but I wanted to see how close they got and maybe get some advice from the sales ladies.

From just browsing, it appeared that the largest around they carried was 38", and if you went that large around, all they had was a B cup or bigger. And the selection was not strong at 38B, but we found one that looked like it would do.

So there I am, holding one, and trying to figure out if 38 would fit around him. I did not want to put it on him right there in the open store (and likely get asked to leave!). Instead, I took the bra and bravely marched off on my lonseome in search of some sales help.

I found a friendly looking, pretty and young (but not too young) sales assistant. I started very tentatively asking her if I could trouble her, and then asking if the store was open to alternative lifestyles? You see, I don't want to pull anybody into our kink without their cooperation, so I was prepared to walk away if things were not heading in the right direction. Fortunately, she responded very enthusiastically and asked what she could do for me. Heart pounding but outwardly cool, I told her that I had brought my submissive with me (I didn't mention he was my husband, just my "submissive"), and that he had always wanted to buy a bra to wear himself, and that I had agreed to help him, but that I also needed some help making sure we got one that would fit.

As soon as I said that, her eyes positively lit up!  She was delighted to help me. She said she could put us into their largest changing room, with a big mirror, and get the sales lady who was expert at bra fitting to measure him and pick several things that would work and have him try them on (!!!). Wow.

She walked back with me towards david, who was quietly standing there, back to a counter, looking down at his feet in a very abashed sort of way. I introduced him, "this is the man". She reiterated to david that she was very happy to assist and took us towards the changing rooms. We waited at the entrance to the change area while the room they had in mind was tidied up. She also went off to brief the lady who fits the bras.

In a couple of moments she was back with the other sales lady in tow. This one was blonde, slim and petite with glasses and a tape measure around her neck. Both ladies showed us into the change room where the rules were explained to us. They were not allowed to leave mixed sex couples in the change rooms alone, but it was ok for me to stand just outside the door, keep it open a crack, and look in when neither of them were there.

We went into the large change room, the fitting lady, david, and I, and she closed the door.

She started asking david about styles, but he stammered and deferred to me. I told her he wanted something ultra-feminine, preferably pink colored, and without an underwire. She asked about a push-up, and I suggested a fuller cup. She told him to raise his hands above his head, and she cinched the tape measure around his bust tightly (over his shirt) and measured him at just under 40". She said they only carry in the store up to 38 (as I had found out on my own), but she thought it would probably work. We had the 38B we had previously picked out in hand, and she suggested he try that on while she went to look for others that might fit as well.

When she left, I told david to try it on and stepped out as well, keeping the door open a crack. david took off his shirt. He had a tight dark grey T-shirt on underneath. He looked quite good, as he has been really losing weight nicely and developing some sleek musculature under Michelle's guidance.

Poor baby had no clue how to put on a bra, though, and backed up to the door, asking for me to help. I loosened the bra straps and fastened it in back. It went around him fine. He looked so cute in his tight dark grey t-shirt and pale pink bra. Here is the exact one from the website:

It's the "Body by Victoria - No-Wire - 38B - in colour Pink Daisy," Isn't it darling! Just imagine my david standing there in the change room adjusting the cups of that gorgeous bra over what non-existent breasts he has!

The bra fitting lady came back with another couple of bras in hand. I was still standing outside and told her he had just put on the pink one. "Well let's see it!" she said and barged right into the change room. She made david face her and adjusted where the bra set a little. She said it was fine around but that the cup size was really too big. She had another she thought might sit flatter on him, but I didn't like the style or colour (it was too plain and beige). She then suggested that if we liked he could try some inserts to fill out the cups?

I jumped in and said that would be great, and also asked david who nodded in the affirmative, too embarrassed to actually speak. She said she would go get some samples for him to try. In the meantime he should try on the other bra she brought for fit, and that she might be able to find something similar more in his desired colour and style.

She left again and I shuffled outside the door. For a brief moment the door was pretty wide open and david was visible in the change room in all his glory in his pretty pink bra. At that moment a woman customer walked by and did a genuine double-take as she passed the change room door. Ha Ha!

The first sales lady also came by and asked how it was going. I opened the door and showed her david in his lovely pink bra. She went in and I followed. She was wondering where her colleague was, and I told her what had transpired and that she was off looking for more bras and to bring us some inserts to try. She agreed that inserts would help a lot as it didn't look good with the cup collapsed in like that.

Then she left again, and again the door was wide open for a bit by her doing. The big change room we were in was immediately off the entrance way, and hence a fairly high traffic area. There were several women milling out there near the entrance to the changing area waiting for sales assistants and rooms.  Several other female customers and sales assistants got eyefulls as well as I was none too quick to close the door despite the terrified pleading look in my husband's eyes. Let them all see me put my submissive through his bra-fitting paces! It was totally amazing.

david asked my assistance to take off the pink bra. I made him come to me at the door and turn to face away from me as I unhooked his bra, propping the door open with my foot as I did so. We then tried the beige one, but it was a complete no go. Even though it too was a 38, it didn't have the extra hooks at the back that the pink one had, and hence did not fit around him at all, despite all my tugging.

Just then the bra fitting lady returned. She said she was not able to find any others in stock with his desired look. I told her the beige one didn't fit anyways, but that we were very happy with the pink. She and I entered the room and asked david to put the pink bra back on again. I helped him hook it in back. The sales lady then put the inserts in herself, fussing quite a bit in the process with his bra. She was great though. Absoutely no-nonsense. Definitely a dommy personality.

But the inserts. What a difference! Suddenly david was filling out his bra. A true B-cup! I got excited thinking about the fashion possibilities of a husband with big tits, and also getting excited about spanking and fucking him in his filled-out bra!

david looked at himself in the mirror, and the look on his face was priceless! Talk about embarrassed. He was visibly blushing all the way from his cheeks down to his neck. I could also spot a strong erection in his pants (not sticking out or anything, just lying there diagonally in his designer jeans). I'm sure our lady saw the blush (and perhaps the stiffness as well), but she got even more enthusiastic about helping. After seeing him with his inserts, all sorts of other ideas came to her about other styles he might try on. Poor david, though, looked positively done, and he shook his head no. I took pity on him and told her that he was very happy with this one he had on, and with his inserts.

She asked if there was anything else she could help with, anything else at all? I turned to david and asked if we should look for a bra and panty set, maybe with matching stockings and garter belt? david just looked down at the ground, still wearing his pretty bra and inserts, and shook his head and mumbled, no, he was good, thank you. I turned to the lady and said "I think he's done..." She looked up at him, smiled a big smile, and said, "Yeah, I see what you mean..." david looked positively miserable, almost to the point of tears.

In retrospect, I think that is what she does in these situations. She calls their bluff and raises them. "You want to go bra shopping? I'll see you that, and raise you an extra dose of humiliation just by being super nice, dragging it out, keeping you dressed up, and not caring what other women in the store know what you are doing and see you dressed like that. We'll see who gets tired of this game and folds first!" And it was david who folded first. Like a cheap suit!

I released david from his bra and we handed the lady back the sample inserts. She handed us a pretty box with brand new packaged inserts inside in a silky bag. I thanked her profusely. Just then the other sales assistant walked by as well, and we thanked her and told her we had everything we needed and were very happy. They both said they were happy to help us and we should come back any time at all. Talk about welcoming!

I walked with david to the front of the store and we went up to a cashier. She was a very young lady, looked to be only about nineteen or so, though I am just guessing. She asked if we had found everything we were looking for. I said we had. david put down the bra and the inserts on the counter. He paid cash. I could see a little smirk on the checkout girl's face. Like she was trying so hard to hold in a laugh-out-loud guffaw. Meanwhile, david was still miserable and blushing as the checkout girl neatly packed our items and put them into a pretty Victoria's Secret shopping bag. Everything is so pretty at Vickie's!

Of course I made sure david was the one she handed the bag to, and david was the one who carried it out the door and through the mall and back to our car.

As soon as I got him back home, I made him shave off all his hair from waist to neck (downstairs was already well-shaven from a few days ago), including his underarms, and put him into a hot shower and had him wash and scrub himself pink.

When he emerged, I dried him myself and then put him into his bra and some relatively well-matched panties we already had. I placed the inserts and cupped his breasts. They felt real!

I then sat on the side of the bed and took him across my knee, making sure that both his legs and his upper chest were resting comfortably on the bed. I wanted him to experience his new breasts pushing into the bed as he was being spanked.

He later on told me that it was amazing. That he actually felt that he had real breasts and that he was experiencing what a woman feels when she is chest down against something.

I lowered his panties and gave him a mild hand spanking, telling him how pretty he looked with his new tits and his new feminine and sexy Victoria's Secret bra.

After his bottom was as pink as his bra, I removed his panties completely, put him on his back on the bed, and put on my smaller strap-on dildo. He was as hard as I've ever seen him. I then went and kneeled up next to him, and made him give oral sex to my dildo.

It was so weird. From the waist up, with his pink bra and his new breasts, and with a lifelike dick in his mouth, he looked like a woman. From the waist down, he was all throbbing man!

I then put him on all fours on the bed. I lubed him and entered him, making slow and gentle love to his boy-pussy.

I reached around and grabbed his tits, squeezing them, as I made love to him. I say again: they felt so real!! I grabbed his hips and became a bit more forceful, making his new tits jiggle as I fucked him.

I pulled out, ripped off the dildo and my own panties, straddled his face, and made him lick me. I was facing down his body so I could see his breasts clearly. I came twice in that position. Then I lubed his cock, and made him lick my asshole as I used my hand on him. My left hand strayed to my clit and I came once more before he exploded all over himself. I dismounted, and fed him his cum from my fingers, watching him swallow.

OMG is all I can say!

Saturday, February 22

Dinner for david

As I recounted in my last post, Husband belt whipped for overspending, david put a lot of money on our credit card without discussing it with me first. I gave him a very thorough punishment where I laid out some new rules for him, and then told him that as additional punishment he may not cum for a week (no masturbation, no diddling of himself, no nothing).

I’ve been monitoring him pretty closely, not leaving him alone with his computer, and making sure that if he is alone in bed, he has his wooly mittens taped on until morning.

Oh yes I did! It adds to the fun.

So unless he has been able to get himself off at work (which I sincerely doubt), then he has not gotten himself off at all. I also tested him with a little fondle each day, and can confirm that he has been hardening quicker than ever, and staying hard longer.

These little “test sessions” were very amusing as well. I would arrange things such that as I was preparing a quick something for dinner I would make him drop his pants and undies, have him hold up his shirt, and then I would give his penis a little hand attention there in the kitchen. I would remind him why he was being punished and then leave him standing there all hard and bothered while I prepared dinner. I made sure I could see him, hands at his sides, cock quivering, until the erection subsides, at which point he is allowed to pull up his trousers, sit and eat with me, and then clean up the kitchen by himself.

This one week deprivation is very unusual for david, whom I say on average ejaculates every one to two days, often with his own hand in front of the computer. Unlike some wives, I don’t mind, so long as he is ready to service me on demand. And I care only that his tongue is skillful and enthusiastic, that his ass is willing and greedy, and I could honestly care less if his cock is hard.

I teased him by saying at the end of his week, I would invite a lady over for dinner, ejaculate him, and he would be dining on his own cum in front of us.

Well, I have a reality-based blog to write, and am lucky enough to have some close confidantes in Sue and Michelle, and so was determined to make this happen as promised.

I txt’d Michelle first with the general plan ("stay for dinner Friday and help me with david?"), and she was happy to provide an assist as she was there anyways for Friday training session. I did not let on to david that this had been pre-arranged. I think he thought I was just teasing him. Ha!

Michelle came over after work yesterday, and I was sure to be there. I had been rushing home from work every day to monitor david - If I do this deprivation thing again I really do need a chastity device with a lock and key as there is no way I could keep this up for any extended period of time!

As you might know already from my blog, Michelle is a part-time domme and a part-time trainer specializing in Yoga. She gets more per session than the average at-home trainer, but she certainly does a better job holding david's interest, and the fitness results have been great.

All david’s training sessions start with a weigh-in, nude of course to set the right tone. This is followed by a spanking across Michelle’s knee, either as punishment or encouragement depending on his progress.

Michelle always chooses david's gym outfit for him and dresses him in it. Sometimes he gets a shirt and sometimes he is topless. Sometimes he has underwear, sometimes panties, sometimes it's no shorts, and sometimes it's a skirt. She keeps him guessing.

This time the training session started as usual with the nude weigh-in. I was there to monitor. david positively disgraced himself with the immediacy and throbbing rigidity of his erection pointed obscenely at her and me, and received a scolding from Michelle as a result.

I told Michelle that he was being punished for being a spendthrift, and had not been allowed to cum for the past week. Hence his "little problem". We discussed the usual frequency and methods of his ejaculations, and Michelle was actually quite shocked at how frequently he masturbates himself in front of his computer. She had no idea what a little monkey he was.

We agreed that owing to his present condition, that it would be unwise to take him across her knee for his usual spanking as there existed the very real risk of him disgracing himself across the fronts of her yoga pants. She decided to forgo his spanking and we chose to dress him in his dark blue silky gym pants and nothing else. No underwear, no shirt.

These shorts have no lining and are quite loose fitting around the legs. They are also very thin and silky, and when worn without underwear show the outline of his genitals quite clearly. They are also quite nice to the touch. We were taking the risk that the feel of the silky material on his cocktip, testicles, and shaft would not be "too much" for him, but thought it would be fun to see if he could be kept hard as much as possible during his training session. The tented shorts showed his erection clearly so we could easily monitor the situation.

In fact, throughout the session his pants were kept up, but whenever I watched I could see that Michelle made a point of adjusting his posture with her hand on his bum, or brushing up against his front, or scolding him when his testicles would pop out the sides of the shorts when his legs were raised. I guess she gave him a good dose of those infamous blue balls!

It was a fairly short and light training session, and when it was over they both came into the kitchen where I was preparing dinner. I asked Michelle if he had been hard through the whole session, and she answered that for the most part, yes, he had been. I told david the good news that his week was up, and he would now be allowed a release.

david thanked me and asked shyly if he could be excused to go upstairs to the bedroom to shower up. I suggested that he had more in mind than just showering, and he obliged by blushing brightly for us. Michelle giggled at his discomfort. I told david that there was no need to be bashful, and we should take care of his release here in the kitchen before he went up to shower. He told us that it was ok, that he could take care of it later by himself. I guess he thought he was being a gentleman? I know for a fact he loves this sort of thing. Well I played along. I told him it was not ok, and unless he wanted to be spanked in front of Michelle and not be allowed to cum for yet another week he would take care of it here and now where both Michelle and I could keep an eye on him.

Michelle had never before been a party to david's ejaculation, and I was a bit worried that she wouldn't be ok with it. I needn't have worried. She is a pro and she was delighted with the idea. Despite the fact that david had been ejaculated both in front of and by my sister, having this done in front of a different woman for the first time is still embarrassing for him.

I asked david if he wanted to take care of it with his own hand, or if he wanted me to use my hand to give him his release? david loves my hand, and it was no surprise that even with Michelle there (or perhaps even more so because she was there), he chose my hand over his own.

We have a marble island in the kitchen (more like a peninsula, in fact). and I had david remove his shorts so that he was nude and then hop up onto the island, kneeling on all fours.

I put kitchen towels under his knees for comfort's sake. I then pulled his penis back between his legs and told him to clamp his thighs together.

I went to the cupboard and got out a bottle of olive oil.

I dribbled a small amount on his penis and testicles and started rubbing it in. david was already hard before I even touched him, and he kind of quivered as my hand massaged his penis and testicles. Michelle watched raptly as I slowly and gently massaged my man. The thing with olive oil is that you don't use too much, it is conducive to a slow firm hand, it smells lovely and exotic, and it warms both the cock and the hand. It's also very nice for gently massaging into the testicles. I am a bit of an expert with the olive oil, as I had a boyfriend who sung its praises, and I've had it massaged into me as well.

Spontaneously I turned to Michelle and asked her would she like to do the honors? I wasn't intending to do that, but it seemed right at the moment. The situation was such that she could easily leave that to me without being rude at all, but I guess she felt as I did in the moment and readily agreed.

"david," I asked, "would you like Michelle to give you your release?" He managed to stammer out a brief "ok" in response. I told him that was not the way to ask a lady to give him a sorely needed and long-delayed release, slapped his bum, and told him to beg Michelle properly for his release. He managed something along the lines of "oh please Michelle, please Ma'am, would you please use you hand to make me cum? Please? If it's ok with you, Julie, Ma'am..."

I told him it was ok with me, and Michelle said, "well, since he asked so nicely..."

"Before you start..." I said, and I got out an old wooden spoon from a kitchen drawer. I then used some of the olive oil to apply to his bumhole and rubbed it onto the shaft of the wooden spoon, and then gently inserted it into his bum.

I left it sticking out like that, twizzled it a few times inside of him which made him go a bit crazy. What can I say, I liked the humiliation, I liked the visual, and also enjoyed the irony that the spoon usually used to spank him would be used instead as an instrument of bum pleasure during his release.

Michelle picked up gently massaging the sticky/slippery olive oil up and down his penis and into his testicles, and manipulating the spoon.

"Nice and slow and hard." I told Michelle. "Isn't the olive oil nice? Slowly and gently - he has some control problems, so don't let him cum too quickly" I added.

I put out a little shot glass on the counter and said to Michelle, "into here when he cums, ok? It's important." She acknowledged me verbally and with a nod.

I thought he would cum quicker with all this attention, but he was holding out well. I think the olive oil slows things down as it is not a fast lube at all. I feigned disinterest and got back to the cooking. I had already prepared an exotic mixed salad, and had the chicken breasts cooking.

As I was doing this, david was getting more and more frantic in his wiggling and moaning. Sensing he was close, I heard Michelle say "you ask permission before you cum."

In another few seconds david said "may I please cum?!?"

"May I please cum, Mistress Michelle" she corrected him.

"May I please come, Mistress Michelle!!!?" said david.

"No. Hold it," she said and I could see her easing off the rubbing and moving the shot glass into position under his cocktip. When she was ready she started firmly stroking again, and said "Okay, you may now cum for me."

I, of course, had stopped what I was doing to watch all this, so my attention was well-focused on him as he spurted his semen on command into the shotglass. There were two big spurts, followed by a little one, followed by plenty of dribbling. Michelle milked whatever was left inside his penis into the shot glass, and scraped it off his penis tip with the edge of the shotglass. She had a big smile and a smirk on her face! I went over and used a dishrag to clean him up a bit and then told him to hold it clamped against his dribbly cock. It wouldn't do to have him dribbling cum (or olive oil) up the stairs!

We dismissed david and he went upstairs to shower and change. I told him he could take the spoon out of his ass once he was upstairs in the shower, and so we were treated to the very comical sight of the spoon swishing to and fro and jiggling up the stairs as david left us, his hands clamping a dishrag to his genitalia.

I thanked Michelle profusely, and told her that david would likely masturbate thinking about that for a month. But I also told her that part two was still coming if she was game. I revealed that she and I would be having a Thai peanut sauce with our chicken breasts, if that was ok with her, but david would get his own very special sauce. She said the peanut sauce sounded great, and said "but you're not!" to my suggestion of david's sauce. "If it won't gross you out..." I told her, and she said no problem, she'd enjoy seeing david eat cum sauce.

I measured his semen out of the shot glass onto a measuring spoon. It was barely a teaspoonful! It looks like more when it's shooting out than it actually is. I transferred it to a small sauce pan. Then I added an equal quantity of water, about a quarter of a teaspoon of Tapioca starch as a thickener, and warmed it over medium heat, stirring constantly with a wooden chopstick. Owing to the small amount it reduced very quickly and I took it off the heat. It was creamy white and thick. I didn't bother sampling it and neither did Michelle offer ;-)

Mmmm! Yummy cum sauce for david!

By the time david returned the table was set. We sat down together. I first served Michelle some salad and a pair of chicken breasts, and suggested the peanut sauce. As she was serving herself the peanut sauce, I served david his chicken breasts as well. "Pass the sauce, please," he asked Michelle. She giggled.

"Oh no, david, that sauce isn't for you. I've made you a lovely sauce all for yourself." I got up from the table, went to the stove, and retrieved the small metal pot with the cum sauce. I came back to the table and dribbled it all over poor david's chicken breasts.

(thank you for lill jo for doing this up for me in advance to my specifications!)
david knew what it was, and blushed a bright red as I served. "You better record those calories," added Michelle with a smile in her voice.

I asked Michelle if she would enjoy a little white wine with dinner. I have a half-bottle for these occasions. She said she would. david got up to do it, but I settled him back down again and told him to keep his mind on his food. I would handle the wine.

I got two wine glasses out and opened the small bottle. I served Michelle and myself. "I have some special wine for you to go with your chicken and sauce, baby."

david groaned out a quiet "oh no..."

I went to the fridge and got out a glass I had previously prepared myself for david. I took the plastic wrap off the glass and put it in front of david. It was a lovely straw-yellow colour. "I made it specially for you, baby, I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you remember our new rules about using the credit card? Now I expect you to eat every last thing on your plate, and mop up any leftover sauce with the bread, and drink every last drop of your wine. Am I understood?"

"yes ma'am" he acknowledged, blushing a streak as he bent to his task while Michelle and I smiled and smiled!

Saturday, February 15

Husband belt whipped for overspending

I am in charge of the money in the household, and recently I was noticing that our credit card bill was very high and so I really scrutinized the spending. OMG is all I can say. david has been spending a lot of money lately. I have not really seriously scened his ass for some time now, so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone.

"david! wtf on the credit card bill!!! You have some explaining to do, mister!"

He looked guilty. He knew what I was talking about.

"Do you think you can just spend anything you please without consulting me?? Looks like I'm going to have to remind you who wears the pants in the family when it comes to money."

That was code. He knew he was about to be scened. He also knew he was about to be punished, for real, and some new rules, for real, would be coming down on his ass.

"I want you to go upstairs, shave yourself properly, top and bottom back and front, clean yourself out thoroughly in the backside, have a hot scented bubble bath, then get dressed in your schoolgirl outfit, and I mean all the way dressed: bra, panties, stockings, skirt and blouse You have one hour. I expect you to be back down here after that, sitting on the spanking chair in the middle of the living room with your knees pressed together and your hairbrush in your lap waiting for me. You've earned yourself a spanking, and a good hard one at that."

I thought it would be fun this time to have him go through the "feminine" ritual of preparing himself for me by himself. Shaving his private parts. Giving himself a "douche" in the bum. Sitting in a hot bubble bath. Putting on his lingerie (white stockings, garter belt, panties, bra), short plaid schoolgirl skirt, and little white blouse that bares his midriff and ties under his tits. I knew he would be worried as he was doing this, because he had a pretty good idea of what he had spent on that credit card, and had no idea how angry I might be. My little spendthrift wife was about to get her comeuppance, for sure.

I watched Olympics while this was going on, and after about an hour and a half I shut it off and went to the living room. I had deliberately dressed down, in old jeans and a rough work shirt. I wanted for him to accept his role as a "wife under discipline," and our relative dress would drive that home. I also had my heaviest leather belt around my waist which I was planning on taking off at some point...

Well wasn't he darling sitting there! He was dressed exactly as I had instructed, and smelled very nicely as well. His knees were pressed together and his hairbrush was on his lap.

I went over some of the more heinous expenses with him.

He looked sheepish at some of them, for sure. I told him that if he was ever going to put more than $500 on the credit card at a time he needed to discuss it with me first. He agreed immediately. I guess nothing makes a husband more agreeable than sitting there in women's clothing waiting for a licking.

I then told him that he would now be punished, and that he will learn to not make unilateral decisions in this household. I had him stand and took his place on the spanking chair. I pulled him by the wrist and put him across my knee.

I love women's clothing for the purposes of spanking. The skirt flips right up, and the panties glide right down, and did they ever, baring his backside framed by the white garter belt and stocking tops.

He would be spanked bright red from his mid-ass to stocking tops, and right over to the garter straps. Before I started, I parted his cheeks and was pleased to see that he had shaved himself around his anus up towards his testicles, and that the bumhole itself was squeaky clean, even upon close inspection. He had a pretty lavender smell about him as well. At least my little girl can follow her instructions.

I started with my hand to warm him up. He was still clutching his hairbrush, knowing that was next. When my hand got sore I told him to pass up the hairbrush and we could get started properly on his disciplining.

I really enjoyed reddening his cheeks with his hairbrush. He eventually cried out and kicked his stockinged feet, but I was relentless, punishing in the spot nature intended naughty males to catch it. I got a lot of "pleases" and "I'm sorry's" but I didn't care. I was going to make sure he was well punished with that hairbrush before I let him off my lap!

I made a point of first achieving a nice even red all over my designated target area. I then really layed into him just above his stocking tops and around the crease where bum meets thigh. This, of course, had him howling and begging for mercy. Music to my ears. The naughty spendthrift! Be careless with OUR money will he? Hmpf!

He was wiggling too much before I barely started on that phase, so I readjusted and threw my right leg over the backs of both of his. I also pulled his panties off his ankles and told him to stuff them into his mouth. david knew what was coming and was already begging me not to. He knew I would be lighting the fire of Hades above his stocking tops. But I was determined to teach a lesson, so for the next minute he would be scalded white by his hairbrush.

He screamed and shrieked, and when I was done, his eyes were wet. I stood him up and conducted him to face the wall, his panties still stuffed into his mouth. I put a piece of paper against the wall and made him hold it up with his nose. I then crossed his arms behind his back, holding up his little skirt in the process. This showed off a nicely beaten bare bum. I adjusted his stocking tops and straps for a more pleasant, symmetrical appearance.

My naughty little girl would be spending the next fifteen minutes in time-out showing off her spouse-spanked bum.

I walked away telling him he could stay like that until I had regained my composure, after which he would be taken to the bedroom, belt whipped, and fucked to tears with Adam. Let him stew on that, I thought. Holding up his skirt to display his bare bottom would concentrate his attention on his bottom, and I knew he would be hard pressed to think about anything else but the belting and punishment fucking that was yet to befall his already super sore derriere.

I let him contemplate his situation for the next ten or fifteen minutes and then went to collect him.

I grabbed him by the ear and dragged him up to the bedroom. Panty-gagged he remained. I piled three pillows on the bed and made him get across them, ass high. I then made him look at me as I scolded him some more. I told him for this infraction he was getting a belt licking across his already well-spanked ass. He watched worriedly, fixating on my belt, his panties still stuffed in his mouth.

He knew that my belt would be coming off and that he would be taught a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. As he watched I started unfastening my belt and pulling it out from the loops around my jeans. He looked very nervous as I drew out the anticipation.

My belt would teach him in no uncertain terms who wore the pants in this family, and who was the one who was required to be skirted, bra'd, stockinged, gartered, and ass up for a licking.

I cracked my belt hard across his ass cheeks. He yelled into his panty gag from my first stroke to my last. I didn't give him more than about fifty, but they were all very hard ones and they left a definite impression.

As I gave him the belt licking, we went over the new rule about consulting me before putting larger expenses on the credit card. I got him to repeat the rule back to me over and over, which was funny, as he had to mumble it out through the panty gag, and only halfway through saying it I would bring the belt down hard across his bare fanny which made him scream out and interrupted his little one-sentence speech. You can imagine it took him dozens of tries before he said it anywhere near to my satisfaction.

By the time I was done with him, his bottom and thighs were nicely marked up. The right cheek had clearly taken more damage than the left, and I had some nice rectangular strap marks clearly visible. My boy would not be sitting comfortably for some time to come!

Of course, dishing out a beating of this calibre makes me very hot and bothered. And he was still looking adorable, ass high, skirt flipped up, stockings and garter belt framing my canvas, little legs shaking...

He was looking so feminine and submissive like that that it was no chore at all to put on my strap-on right over my jeans, lube him up, and sodomize his asshole. My thought was that the rough fabric of my jeans pushing up against his sensitive ass cheeks and stocking top thighs, with him still skirted and in feminine lingerie, would really drive home our relative sex roles in the bedroom, especially after I had just belt whipped him into submission.

I had earlier promised to "fuck him to tears" and I was determined to do so. Yes, it was my larger dildo, Adam, I used on him. And while I am always careful and considerate of his asshole, there are degrees of that, and this time, as it was a punishment fucking, I pushed in just a little bit faster than he was ready for. This elicited a spitting out of his panty gag and some high-pitched begging from him for me to slow down, "please slow down!"

"Who told you you could take your gag out? Would you like me to add a fucking for disobedience on top of the fucking you've already earned for overspending, or would you like to put the panty gag back into your mouth?"  Very rational, I thought. With males, you always need to give them a choice so that they think they have some control.

He put the panty gag back into his mouth.

I started thrusting. Again, while always considerate of his bum, there are degrees, and I went slightly on the side of "too hard, too fast, too deep."

I'm not sure exactly how long I fucked him for, but I was sweating and exhausted when I pulled out.  Banging your man that hard takes effort!

He knew I wouldn't stop until he was crying, so he obliged me by sobbing pitifully into the bed sheets towards the end. I know because I bent over on top of him, dildo still firmly inserted, turned his head towards the side by the hair, and felt the moisture beneath his eyes. Good enough, I thought. He had been fucked for punishment and knew that any time I chose I could fuck him like that again. Unlike him, my dick never softens.

I pulled out and was pleased to see that my Adam was only marginally dirty towards the tip. david had done a decent job cleaning himself out for his fucking this time.

"go stand against the wall," I told him, "and hold your ass cheeks apart so I can see your punished little hole."

He did that, and I was most satisfied to see his punished thighs and cheeks, and his widely distended and shiny lubed-up freshly fucked asshole on display.

I stripped, lay on the bed so I could see him, and got out my Hitachi. Without another word to him I got myself off just looking at what I had done to him. Mmmmmm. Oftentimes I will get him to use his tongue on my asshole as I get myself off, but I was still a bit angry for real at him, and I didn't think I wanted him doing that to me this time.

Once I had taken care of my own needs, I released him from his display. He had hardened in the meantime. I didn't care.

"Yeah? You hard, baby?" I said as I stroked it. "For extra punishment, you don't cum for a week, got it?"

david looked like he was about to say something.

"Or do we go another round with my belt and dildo? I can do this all night if I have to."

He thought better and agreed to his not cumming for a week. I told him that included masturbation, and no edging of himself, in case of accident. At the end of the week I told him I would stick his little vibrating plug into him, handjob his cock, and then he would be dining on his jizz that night. I'm thinking maybe chicken breasts with cum sauce for him? I told him I would see if I could get either Michelle or Sue over for dinner that night. He could explain to them why he was being punished with jizz sauce that night. And he should look it up in advance, measure it when it came out, and make sure to record the calories. Ha Ha!

Friday, February 14

Who's the bitch now?

If you were following on my last post, one of my readers dropped the following comment.
How in the world have i ever missed this blog?
Oh, Ms Julie! Thank you so much for providing what so many of us boys need.
David is such a lucky bitch
I appreciate the compliment, but I DID NOT appreciate him calling my husband "a bitch"! david is MY bitch. I call him a bitch whenever it suits me, but I will not allow others to refer to him in that manner (except my sister, where he often is her bitch also, though not quite as much as mine, but even she doesn't call him 'bitch' out of respect for me).

And yes, I know rikki wasn't deliberately insulting my david or myself, but he obviously erred in judgement regarding choice of words, and that requires punishment.

Well, at the same time as leaving his comment, he also introduced himself to me by way of email. He sent me several naughty photos of himself, a little fantasy of his and a true-life incident that he masturbates to. All obviously intended for my private consumption.

Well, I've decided that as punishment for his remarks, and to help him to remember to choose his words more carefully in future, that I will publish his photos and fantasies for all the world to see what a little bitch rikki really is. Sorry, but that's what he gets.

Let's start with a photo.

Oh my! Is that little rikki in panties??? Sooooo adorable! What a positively girlish figure he has with those big hips, bubble butt, and narrow waist! I bet you didn't want that photo out on the Internet, did you rikki? Too bad for you. Now all the world can see what a naughty little "girl" you are.

I know what you all are saying. He deserves a good old fashioned spanking, right? Fortunately, that's apparently already been taken care of...

That's a lovely dusky red, isn't it? But what are those tiny things hanging between his legs? They can't be his testicles, surely: they're much too small for that. But what a well-administered spanking! It looks like little rikki is certainly some man or woman's "bitch", doesn't it?

But moving on to little rikki's fantasy. you will not believe how much of a total and complete perv rikki is. I certainly couldn't.

Here it is, just as he sent it to me. I'll intersperse my commentary as we go.
When i'm home alone, i can't help myself. I go into my grown-up daughter's room. I only mean to look at her clothes, but it always goes further. I see the hamper, i know her dirty panties are in there. I open it with shaking hands. I tell myself i'll only look, but then i touch. Smell. Taste. I get lightheaded. I feel the ache and throb of arousal
Oh rikki! Your own daughter??? OMG that is so naughty! You are such a total little pervert, you know that don't you?
I seem helpless, possessed, as i undo my pants, take them down. I'm ashamed, but the lust has taken over. I touch my penis as i smell and taste the panties. The hardness has actually grown painful. Then i get naked, lie on her bed, and masturbate using the panties. I have to be careful not to cum in her panties. It's not easy. But i want more. I stand, pull the panties on. They feel sooo good. And i feel so naughty as i study myself in her mirror.
His daughter's panties? Ooooh! Grossss!
There's no stopping now. I've been here a hundred times. It always ends the same. But little am i aware, today will end different. I put on one of her bras, a hair ribbon from her dresser. Then i open her closet drawer to find the dresses. I pull one out, slip it on, and look in the mirror. I'm ready to explode! But instead, i hear a noise in the closet. I turn to look, just as my daughter steps through the hanging clothes. I stand there like an idiot. What can i possibly say? And she's holding her phone and quickly snaps a picture.
Bra? Hair ribbon? Dress??? OMG, a total cross-dresser. And can you believe his fantasy is that his daughter catches him at it? What else? Please don't tell me he fantasizes about getting a spanking from her. Please!
Then she flashes a wicked smile, and leans against the wall. "well, daddy! Don't you look pretty today!" I stammer, try to tell her i can explain, but she laughs and assures me i can't. "i wonder what mommy would say if she knew" she tosses it out like a challenge. She then tells me she's known for a long time, and has many pics to prove it. Her smile fades as she waves the camera. "i think i will tell mom. Show her the pics. I think she should know. Don't you, daddy?" I start pleading, begging, promising the moon and stars. She laughs and snaps her gum. Then she reminds me of all the times i punished her for being bad.
There. that's the most unbelievable part of this fantasy, that rikki could actually ever punish a female...
With that wicked smile, she says, as if it just came to her. "you know, daddy bitch, i think i may need some help with this. I think i'll call cousin Ann, and have her come over and help with your training. Wouldn't that be fun, daddy bitch?" I open my mouth to protest, but her look stops me. "we may as well use the time while we're waiting" she says, before sitting on the bed. "get your naughty ass over here, boy bitch! You need to be punished." Meekly, i go to the bed and stand in front of her.
Of course. His daughter's not good enough. he needs a niece in there as well! Where will the depravity end???
She doesn't speak for a long time, but then she tells me she'll think on it awhile. But she says while she's deciding, i'll be her bitch. Do all that she says. Obey her or be punished! And then she tells me she needs more pics. She gets out her make up. I stand obediently in her dress as she puts lipstick and shadow on me. I start to whimper. "what if your mom comes home while i'm like this?" i plead. She laughs and says, "then i guess you'll have a lot of explaining to do" Then she looks severe, pulls my hair, and says, "did i tell you, you could speak, little bitch?" I shake my head no, and she tells me i'll be punished for it.
He really loves that word "bitch", doesn't he? It's a good thing he wouldn't dare use that word to refer to a woman!!!
"put your hands on your head!" she barks coldly. I do as i'm told. I'm worried about my wife coming home, worried that Ann will be there soon, worried about everything. But my arousal wont go away and i can't hide it. She lifts up the dress. "oh my! Isn't that cute?" she laughs as my face catches fire. "you must like my dirty panties, daddy bitch, cuz your little pee pee doesn't lie." She tells me to turn around and lift the dress. I do, and i can hear her taking more pics. I'm sunk. "well, that's very naughty, bitch. Those panties will have to come down" I feel her pull them down, feel being exposed. She laughs at my discomfort, and tells me to turn around.
OMG. He fantasizes that his daughter pulls down his panties and sees his hard little penis! How depraved.
I obey She pats her lap, says "you know the routine, naughty bitch. Get over my knees!" I do, and i can fell my hardness against her thigh. She pulls up the dress and slaps my ass HARD! I yelp and squirm. "did i say you could be hard, daddy? Did i say you could cry?" I mutter, "no, Maam" "well," she says. "seeing as you can't keep quiet, and like my dirty panties so much, i'll fix that" She reaches over, into the hamper, and brings out another pair of dirty panties. "open wide, daddy bitch." she squeals. "it's dinner time" I open my mouth and she stuffs the panties in, giggling as she does. "now, where were we? Oh yeah!" And i receive another hard spank with no warning.
So, exactly how pitiful is that? He winds up forced feminized by his own daughter, across her knee, with his dress up and panties down for a spanking, with is daughter's soiled panties in his mouth, waiting for his niece to show up. Thank God most men keep their fantasies bottled up in their heads so we don't have to be exposed to them like this.

And how did his obsessive little perviness get started, you may ask? An incident from his true life that I am only too happy to share with the world:
When i was younger i dated a girl. A real kinkster. Her parents both worked all day, so we'd skip college (often) and get really naughty at her house. We'd play strip blackjack, and the winner could do whatever they wanted to the loser. OTK was always involved, as was bondage and everything else. I always tried to lose. Well, one day my clothes were scattered all over the living room floor, and i was over Audrey's knees on the sofa. Then we heard the back door open! Her mom came home early! I ran naked and red assed to the closet and pulled the door shut scared outta my wits! I clearly heard her mom ask what was going on, why my clothes were everywhere, and where was i. Audrey said, "he's in the closet." Mom walked to the door and told me to come out and get dressed. I said, yes Ma'am. But waited til she left the room. Just as i was buttoning my shirt, her mom came back in. We got a good lecture. But, i always wished her mom had made me come out naked in front of her. That she would've humiliated me in front of the fully dressed Audrey, then put me over HER knees to show Audrey the proper way to punish me.
Damn! I still masturbate remembering that day, but i add the twist.
True story
Ha ha! I wish I could have been Audrey's Mom. I would have cured him of all this perverted nonsense then and there with a good old-fashioned bare naked belt whipping so hard it would have beaten all that nasty perviness right out of him for good.

There rikki. Your pervy little secrets are revealed. You have been punished. You know what that makes your ass? That's right... MINE!

Thursday, February 6

Fan Fiction

Guess what? One of my fans wrote me some fan fiction! I absolutely loved it so wanted to present it here. It's 99% what was sent to me, and then 1% some gentle editing by me. It has my sister Sue in the lead role with me playing the compassionate (but stern) wife to david's naughty husband. A nice twist. Please enjoy it as much as I did!

The Quantum of Solace

No matter how spontaneous Julie tried to make things seem, she always had a plan – or in this case, she and Sue had a plan. And as always this involved david. Also as always he started out a) in his most hated frilly pink panties and b) with a very obvious erection despite the fact that he had to know he was about to be punished, possibly harshly. His excitement might not sustain itself to the very end but at the beginning it was making itself impossible to ignore. Not ignore, really, since Julie and Sue seemed to be doing just that, but certainly impossible not to notice.

"Let's start with you kneeling on the ottoman," Julie suggested, leading david to the furniture in question. "Up nice and straight." She put a hand on his tailbone and guided his hands around to it. "You can hold onto my arm - there's a good boy."

Sue, however, was not so easy to impress. "I imagine you're wondering what this is all about, aren't you, david?" He replied with merely a downcast glance and a look of worried embarrassment. "Two issues and I'm sure you know the first." In case he had any doubt where this was heading, Sue stepped away briefly, returning with a medium-wide belt which she held about a foot from its tip.

Nothing like the dreaded strap, it was still clearly an instrument of correction – though in Sue's hands most anything might be. Stamped with a pattern of dozens of holes, what it lacked in heft it would surely make up for in sting. Sue asked david "Julie tells me you sorely disappointed her the other evening. Would you like to tell me what you were doing and how it turned out?"

The answer to that question was "no" but david knew that would be unacceptable. His face, neck and even his ears burned red. "I… we… I was supposed to be… making love to her and… she wasn't ready for me to finish when I did," he admitted shamefully.

"Before she was ready? You couldn't hold out?"

"No, ma'am."

"Did you try?"

"Yes, ma'am!" he swore.

"And despite your efforts you didn't hold off long enough?"

"No, ma'am," david mumbled.

"How long, would you estimate, did you make love to your wife, david?"

"Not very long?"

"In minutes, david," Sue growled. Folding over the belt she snapped it with a loud crack! david jumped – as did his erection, even confined as it was.

"Five?" he offered meekly.

"david…" Julie warned her husband for his optimistic estimate.

"Maybe three," he corrected himself with further embarrassment.

Sue suggested "Julie told me it felt like one but might have been two." Taking his chin she tilted his head up, looking into his eyes. "But we don't need to argue, now do we?"

"No, ma'am," david quickly agreed, shame furrowing his brow.

"No we do not. None of those answers – not five minutes, not three, not one or two – is a suitable or acceptable performance for a man attempting to please his wife – and to provide her with what is a perfectly reasonable and universal expectation from her husband!

"Now Julie and I have discussed this and she told me what she's doing about it. And what is that, david?" Sue continued.

"Um, training me…"

"Training you to last how long?"

"Five minutes?" david told her, cringing at the admission.

"Training you to last a puny five minutes. And how is that going? How did you do with this objective?"

"Not good, I guess…"

"You guess? Am I to assume that you nearly made it – a full five minutes – then?"

"No, ma'am…"

"Was he close?" This she directed at Julie.

"Not really. He stopped me every time, grabbing my hand, pushing it away, pulling himself away. Pretty quickly, in fact. Though he was very good the whole time and tried really hard," she praised him with a smile, stroking his hair affectionately.

"You see, david, Julie thinks you need to be trained and I think you need to be punished. But that's not something we need to argue about either, is it?"

"No, ma'am," david whined, the resolution of this conflict being obvious.

"So good that you understand. Now you're going to stay in this position, kneeling on that Ottoman in just your cute little panties, and I'm going to take this belt to your thighs. But not the poor sensitive backs of your thighs we're always beating on. I'm going to give you a break and smack the fronts of your thighs."

Julie put her hand on his shoulder as his jaw dropped open in silent protest. "Be good now, david. Sue's convinced that this will help you last longer when you try to satisfy me. She thinks that if you focus on the idea of her strapping the fronts of your thighs as punishment for finishing too soon maybe it will help keep you from doing so. She's quite convinced. Aren't you?"

"Definitely," Sue replied before david had a chance to.

"I've asked her to start slowly for you. That should make it easier, won't it?" Julie asked, her husband nodding in agreement. "Should his legs be open?" she asked her sister, who was lining up her first stroke. david shot her a beseeching look.

"Not quite yet," Sue replied. "We'll start slowly, as your loving, caring wife has suggested."

Julie moved her left hand to his shoulder, pressing his back against her arm behind him. "This shouldn't be so bad, not at first," she tried to reassure him, though his face made her doubt her success. Still – again, as always – his excitement had not abated; in fact, if anything, it had grown. Knowing exactly where this was going Julie found herself highly turned on in anticipation, already bare beneath her skirt, smiling as she thought of it.

Smack came the first stroke across the front of david's right thigh, making him bob in reaction to it. The matching stroke drew less of a reaction, Sue being true to her word and making the strokes entirely tolerable. The second pair was a little firmer, and the third, then she settled in for the rest of a dozen at that level. Clearly unsatisfied, she paused a moment before continuing.

"Not too bad yet, right, honey?" Julie asked. "Just think – if this works, how far ahead we'll be." david started to turn his head toward her but realized that Sue was about to resume.

Smack! From the start he and Julie could tell that these would be harder. Again he bobbed, this time for the first four, then settled for drawing in his breath with a sharp hiss on the remaining eight, which didn't feel like they hit a plateau like the first set had. "Okay, baby, it's okay," his wife cooed as she rubbed his shoulder. "Be good and take these for me, okay?" This time david did manage to look at her and nod. "They may be Sue's idea," Julie told him, "But I want you to have them too, just in case."

That sounded like a good plan until the CRACK! of the belt-tip burned across his thigh again. Not really again, since it was so much harder than the previous ones. david's mouth and eyes flew open and he couldn't stop a howl of agony as he sat right down on his heels in response. Sue was ready for this and a second CRACK! brought the count back in balance.

"Oh this will never do," Julie said mildly. "We need you to stay upright for these and they're so hard." And to Sue, "Let's stop a minute, okay?" david looked at her gratefully and she offered "I'm going to get you some lube. You want some lube, don't you?" david's confused and fearful look gave her a warm flood of amused fulfillment and she let go of him just long enough to retrieve and open the lube and grease up one finger. Back at his side, again holding his shoulder, she slid her hand into his frilly little panties in search of his anus. One of her favorite ways to treat him [she simply loved being in public and asking him – quietly – "Do I need to take you home and finger-fuck your boy hole? I think I do."]

She did so now and david squirmed and straightened as Julie worked her finger up inside him in front of her sister, giving a few extra pumps just for good measure, and then pushing in to the hilt and making his hips thrust forward towards Sue's punishing belt. Looking at her sister she asked, "There! Better?" and Sue appeared to agree.

Again gripping her arm, only now with his pelvis thrust forward from the digital penetration of his anus, david endured the next stokes with ever-increasing whimpers, inhaling deeply in his fruitless attempt to absorb the pain. "That's it, baby, breathe," Julie encouraged, "It's bad, isn't it? Stay with it, it won't be that long." Her husband's sphincter seized her finger with every slashing stroke and his every little grip went right to her core. "You're so brave."

"Last set," Sue announced, though no one had forgotten her earlier comments. The punishment resumed with the slow, steady, intolerable CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... raining fire on david's aching and burning thighs, which Julie still pressed forward into Sue's chastisement. His legs shook violently and Julie could see that the knuckles of his thumbs had gone white from the tenseness of his grip.

"We're making such good progress, baby – you're doing really well," she praised him, one hand stroking his hair while the other remained between his cheeks, forcing him forward. With her nose touching his ear she told him "You're so sweet to me, taking all of this just to fuck me better." And then Sue was done.

Removing her finger Julie hugged her husband's head to her, oblivious to the sweat pouring from his hairline. Collapsed backward with his for-once-unpunished buns resting on his heels, david grabbed a hold of his ankles, lightly, to keep from rubbing his thighs and thereby demanding a repeat administering of the now-hated belt. "david says thank you, Sue, we know that will be a big help," Julie told her sister, and to david, "And you, poor boy, what a good job you did! I could tell that really hurt but you took every one, didn't you?" david did his best to nod. His erection had retreated, leaving only a bit of fluid on the front of his panty as evidence of having ever existed at all, but was now returning – and causing some problems with the confines of his panties, which were patently designed for a wearer who had no penis to battle with the snug-fitting fabric.

Having stowed the belt that had so terrorized her brother-in-law, Sue returned to stand in front of the loving couple. "Now what's it time for, david?" she queried.

david shook his lowered head – in fact, his thighs started shaking a bit as well – and mumbled "I don't know."

"I've mentioned it," she prompted.

"Come on, sweetie," Julie encouraged.

"The second thing?" david whined.

"No, that's later. Now, knees. What about knees?"

"Apart," Julie reminded him softly - and once again david looked at her, eyes pleading for mercy – or at the very least, abeyance – which, her sweet words aside, he had to know would not be granted. "Do you want his heels together this time?" Julie asked disingenuously, knowing exactly what they had planned.

"Please," Sue politely requested. "You can continue to sit back like that, I think, and keep your panties up."

"Better safe than sorry," Julie added brightly as a platitude.

Sue moved a step closer so that directly before his eyes david could watch her untie the narrow belt that topped her lovely hips, shuddering as he did so.

Julie moved behind him, letting him lean back slightly against her. Planting her knee between his calves she leaned into his arm, pressing shamelessly – but only briefly before deciding that anything more than short touches would be too much for her supercharged state.

"Slowly?" Julie asked.

"Again?" Sue countered. "I'll need more, then."

"No, nevermind. We want the least that will get the job done, don't we, honey?" Without waiting for a reply, from her position behind her husband, Julie nodded for Sue to start.

The swick-swick-swick of the narrow belt against his inner thighs was a very different sensation for david – a higher-pitched one, first and foremost. Sue would deliver six on one thigh then move to the other, marking and crossing thin red lines on the mid-thigh area. For her part Julie continued to pet and console, assuring her poor boy that "it's okay, it's okay" despite having no supporting evidence whatsoever. His whimpers grew more and more pathetic as the welts piled up in a narrow band.

"This isn't working," Sue decided, unhappy with her small target. She didn't dare move higher up even with david protected by the panties.

"Happy Baby pose?" Julie asked. david had been trying yoga and it was time for it to come in handy.

"Let's try that," Sue agreed.

"Come on, honey, let's lay you down. This will work better and then you'll be done," Julie lied shamelessly. Happy Baby pose would have david on his back with each hand holding one of his feet, like diaper position. "There – comfy?" Julie asked. The red bands across the inside of each thigh were corrugated with welts and she reached over, rubbing the sting out. "Better?" she asked her sister.

"Much better," was Sue's answer, which was for david, of course, much worse. The noises he made were little and high-pitched but he made an awful lot of them. This time Julie helped by holding his ankles even while he held his own feet – and she barely resisted muffling his cries with a muff of her own.

Feeling in better control Sue worked quickly, spreading the welts upward, able to get much closer to david's torso. When she finished she moved alongside Julie and laid the stripes along the back of his right thigh, the tip of her belt nibbling at his bum when the lines were high and away from his crotch. From the other side she did the same to david's left thigh then repeated the process with the tip landing at his knee hollow. Julie had to provide a lot of comfort as her big strong man whined and whimpered.

"Just a few more," Sue remarked nonchalantly as she laid solidly into the last few, almost haphazard in their direction. Even when she stopped david continued to flinch and jump as if she were continuing.

In her role as provider of comfort, Julie, with extreme self-control, resisted dragging her nails across the flaming, pulsing skin that covered his legs from his knees to his butt. "Wow, you won't have any trouble remembering that, will you, honey? You'll be so good – and just for me." To this she added a peck on the cheek before stroking his face.

"Should we try that again?" Sue suggested.

david looked at her in disbelief, already starting to beg before looking to Julie for guidance. "Please, Sue, please ma'am, no more… I can't… that's enough, I'm sure. I'm positive!"

"I don't know what "I can't" has to do with anything," Sue challenged. "Are you going to be able to serve your wife properly now?"

"I think david will give it his very best effort, won't you, sweetie. I'll bet you'll try just as hard as you can," Julie said in his defense. david made every possible motion and sound of agreement.

"If you think so," Sue said doubtfully.

"Oh I do. david will do a great job." Currently david was doing a great job of rocking and wriggling, saved from the pain of even increased panty-confinement by the absolute absence of any male swelling whatsoever. Julie, however, was considering moving up the "ride hubby's face" part of the agenda and even as she resisted she was completely dissatisfied by her husband's lack of horniness, no matter how temporary.

Sue had once again given them a moment's privacy as she went to get herself a glass of water, and Julie used it to her best advantage. "Just wait until I finally get those panties off of you, mister. You'll be drinking your cum all night. I'll bet you've got a sackful by now and I'm going to get every drop of it out of your balls and down your throat. You've been so good, as soon as Sue leaves we'll get some lotion and cool you down and then I have a very important job for you." david must have noticed, however, that Julie made no move to change their position – in fact, she was keeping him in place in this unusual position by holding his legs back and blowing on his overheated skin. Which is why he was still in the same position when Sue returned.

"What are those?" Julie asked about the objects Sue carried. One was obviously a cooking spoon and the other was…

"A bamboo shoehorn and a spoon - also bamboo. Very light and just right to bridge from Part One to the long-anticipated Part Two," Sue informed her, laying her hand next to Julie's above david's ankle.

"Not Part One or Part Two?" Julie asked as david just moaned in despair.

"We can say that the shoehorn is the end of Part One and the spoon begins Part Two if you would like."

"david's had enough for Part One, haven't you, honey?" Julie said to david's sincere agreement.

"That's why I suggested in between," Sue grumbled.

"Let's get it done, then," Julie told her, sounding impatient. "It's quick, I hope. Don't you hope it's quick, david?"

As david again agreed with his wife Sue told them, "It's only two dozen. Even though this is so light that's probably all he can get."

"Two dozen total, right?" Julie wanted to make sure of this. "Not two dozen on each side." She smiled down at her husband after defending his interests.

"Two dozen total," Sue allowed.

"Okay then," Julie said, tightening her grip. "Go on."

david knew he had no say in the matter and tensed reflexively as he felt Julie do the same but that couldn't prepare him for the spank of the shoehorn on his thigh crease. The yell exploded out of him before the pain had even begun to peak.

"Hold still, hold still – that-a-baby. Good boy," Julie wrestled with him – and he was not being a good boy, not at all. The second, and third, and fourth, and all the other swats just in those two sensitive spots – revealed in this most vulnerable position – were more than his mind could even take in. "Oh that's just awful!" Julie protested to no avail – Sue delivered the promised two dozen and delivered them hard. "Oh your poor bottom! And right there where you hate it and where Michele always spanks you. What terrible marks you'll have to show her! Good… good thing," she struggled as Sue wrapped up, "you only needed two dozen, I'd hate to see you get any more.

"Oh, Sue, he really is suffering," Julie play-acted her sympathy, "I promise you. Can we start Part Two? Is it short? I don't know how much more he can take." And to david, "You've had a lot, haven't you, honey? I know you're ready to be good…"

"Part Two," Sue interrupted, "is another issue entirely – and this would be a good time to take down those panties that david wears so prettily." The ladies allowed david to close his knees so that his girlie-pants could be lowered off of his bum but didn't let him get up. Once again, standing at his head and holding his legs, Julie squirmed with impatience, wanting to just lower herself on his mouth and climax until she couldn't talk – but she'd never been one to color outside the lines.

Sue addressed david as she looked down onto her sister's husband's lewdly presented and entirely bared private parts. His bared penis, the lack of control of which which had been the subject of Part One; and his widely spread anal opening which was to become the subject of Part Two.

"david, as we are all aware… and don't think I haven't noticed, I have – you have a very strong tendency to soil the toys we use on you. Julie has never punished you for this and she says it's because there's nothing to be done about it, but I have my doubts. You have soiled your toys repeatedly, haven't you, david? And you know what I mean when I say "soiled your toys," don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am…"

"Yes to which, david?"

"Um, I… know what you mean… and… yes, I've done that."

"Done what, david? I want to be sure we're on the same page here. You won't want me to have to do this again, though I expect that I shall."

"Maybe not," Julie chirped hopefully.

"I… ah… I have soiled my toys, ma'am," david admitted.

"Occasionally? Often? Usually? Always? Julie?"

"Oh, not always, definitely not! david, would you say…"

"Occasionally or… often?" david claimed just as Julie suggested "Maybe usually?"

"If it were occasionally, david, that would be too often and I would spank you for it. But usually?"

This comment was met with silence, david not knowing what to say, Julie not choosing to say anything.

"Might it be usually, david?" Sue pressed.

"It might be…" david conceded.

"It's okay, baby," Julie reassured him. "It's not your fault. I mean, I know you don't try to, anyway."

"So you understand my position," Sue told him. "My disapproval."

"Yes ma'am," david whined for the tenth time.

Smacking the spoon against her palm Sue announced "We'll start in the center, right on top of that part of you that you so steadfastly refuse to properly clean out before Julie uses your toys on you – then I can do the cheeks in three minutes, then the narrow belt down the middle to drive the lesson home, and we're done."

"Oh, poor baby," Julie sympathized, returning to her words from earlier in the evening, many, many painful punishments ago. "Let's hurry, david wants that," she suggested to Sue and before he could contradict her Sue was swatting him – not just his sit-spot but directly between his cheeks at the base of his butt, barely above his perineum. Knowing his terror of having his genitals struck, Julie told him, "Don't worry, hon, she won't hit your balls – especially if you hold still for her." Since this was impossible – even with Julie holding him david was thrashing all over the place – these words brought him less comfort than they might have otherwise. His reply was one long howl as his sister-in-law harshly punished his tender inner cheeks and the sensitive flesh of his fully-exposed anal entrance.

Sue segued seamlessly from the dozens of swats centered over poor david's asshole to her ferocious assault on his cheeks – or at least she would have if Julie hadn't interrupted her less than a minute in. "Wait, wait, just a sec," Julie stopped her before addressing david. "You're not doing too well," she told him. When he started to protest she said "Shh, shh, I know you're trying, it's just too hard. Do you want my breast, would that help?" She began unbuttoning her shirt, already knowing the answer. "Look… I didn't even wear a bra because I know how you like to see my breasts, don't you? Be careful now, don't bite… hold your feet to one side – Sue, if you could come around the other side…"

"You know, you coddle him too much." said Sue. "I wouldn't give him the comfort of my breast during punishment. But whatever. Are we ready to start back up?"

"I think so. Just don't bite, baby." It was much quieter this way, apart from the staccato pistol-cracks of the bamboo spoon against his upturned buns. It was a mix of pain and pleasure for Julie as david suckled her nipple violently, not even realizing how hard he was suckling as his pain was so intense.

The sound alone was enough to signify when Sue switched back to the narrow belt, laying it down the pale center of david's spread cheeks, but naturally Julie could tell from david's reactions as well. A sharp sting, a long line of fire - instead of the pain-spikes of the spoon, which had each been focused but also had been multiplied across his buns a dozen dozen times. david was seldom spanked here – Julie had to fig him to do it when they were alone, to keep his cheeks spread – and Sue was intent on making up for lost time.

"You haven't had any problems with him messing your panties," she asked Julie even as she whipped.

"No, mmm, no problems."

"But you'll let me know – won't you david? Let me know if you do," she asked Julie.

"I will," Julie promised.

Even so, Sue wasn't completely satisfied with the results she was getting.

"I need the crop," she concluded.

"But you're almost done?" Julie urged. Much as she enjoyed having her breasts worshipped – with whatever concentration david could muster under the circumstances – her patience had worn thin.

"Just this last," Sue let her know but Julie decided there was no point in waiting any longer. In the moment Sue took to change implements Julie moved smoothly to lower herself onto david's face, wetting it ridiculously with her excitement at his pain and humiliation, for her long-awaited reward – or at least the start of it.

So as Sue snapped the crop fob, very deliberately, very patiently, very firmly down on david's spread asshole, he didn't howl, scream, beg or even whine. He just convulsively licked and sucked and kissed from beneath Julie's skirt as she came and came and came.