Sexual Assault?

Ok, I'm going to go a little political on your asses on this post. I never do this, but now I'm getting frustrated. So trigger warning. If you don't want to mix politics with your BDSM, stop reading, and if you think all sexual assault is created equal and #ibelieveher is right on, and get too angry about it even to discuss it, then please stop reading now!
 
So, Matt Damon said we are living in a "culture of outrage". He went on to say “there’s a difference between patting someone on the butt and rape or child molestation. Both of those behaviors need to be confronted and eradicated without question, but they shouldn’t be conflated.”

I don't know anything about this guy, other than I've seen him in some movies, but that quote makes sense to me. And yet he's getting lambasted for saying it!

The proper response to getting any part of you inappropriately touched is to slap the guy in his face. Either that or have a nearby gentleman punch him in the face. That's adequate punishment. It should be written into the law (I am assuming it is not) as being ok to respond that way. And I think safe enough for me to support #ibelieveher in such cases.

If a man actually rapes a woman then for sure that's a serious felony and should be treated as such in the courts of law. And in such cases I am absolutely not a proponent of #ibelieveher. These are serious charges with life changing outcomes, and the accused need the ability to confront their accusers in a court of law. I know it's tough on the girl, and some will not report as a result. But there have been so many cases of false accusations that you cannot "just believe" women, any more than you can "just believe" men.

All the Hollywood scandals are like, really? Those women knew what they were signing up for. They were trading sex for work, or putting up with bad behaviour for work. Just don't do that if you don't want to. Find another line of work. I don't much care about an actress who sleeps her way to the top. I think the guys involved could likely do better at their jobs by not confusing willingness to go to bed with potential box office success, but whatever.

I also don't get the faux outrage over stories of female teachers sleeping with their teenaged charges. Here's a 25-year-old art teacher arrested for having sex with four high-school aged boys in her art class.

Ok, not the smartest move, but good grief, is there a victim here? I think for there to be a crime there needs to be a victim. If a boy was victimized, damaged in some way, then fine, consider that. The real victims are the other 20 boys in the class who didn't get to sleep with her. I think the appropriate "punishment" is to let those other randy youngsters have at her also.

I think there really is a difference here if you reverse the sexes. But it's like 99 times out of 100 there is harm in one case, and in 1 out of 100 there is harm the other way. Fine, treat them the same, but ask if there is an actual victim involved.

Then there's this idiotic idea that a woman can dress how she wants, act how she wants, drink as much as she wants, go anywhere she wants, with anybody she wants (e.g., dress provocatively, flirt outrageously, drink heavily, go alone to a guys' room, make out with him, and then say "no"). Yes, the guy should stop. But does the woman have none of the blame here? Really? NONE?

To me, that's a lesser offense then some guy in a ski mask breaking into your home and violently raping you against your will. Can't we agree on that? Guess not.

Tell me what you guys think. Am I right on, or out to lunch? No need to be politically correct here. All comments welcomed.

Husband's Christmas Gift

I decided to buy david an early Christmas present: a beautiful, big-breasted, willing to do anything, blonde sex worker for him to play with!

Is that not, I mean, the PERFECT gift for the man who has everything?

I used some of my underworld contacts to find the right type of girl, and to vouch for us, and went over to her place for an incall. I told david in advance that as his Christmas gift he would be allowed to fuck a hooker in the mouth and cum down her throat. I made the selection and negotiated everything in advance without consulting him at all. It was my gift to him after all.

We will call her Tiffany (she looked like a Tiffany, even though that was not her real name). First of all, let me say that she was a lovely, perky, fun girl. She was quite expensive, and was well booked up, and she ran her own show. She screened us quite thoroughly, both through our reference and by insisting on having our real names. There was no question that she enjoyed her job tremendously, and was by no means coerced into doing this kind of work. In fact, david and I even gave her an orgasm first, before the mouth fucking even started.

When we arrived, she let us in dressed in a long bathrobe, with a short baby doll nighty underneath and ruffled panties. All white. She had very large breasts on a smallish frame, a treat for david (my breasts are a C cup at best - depending on where my body fat percentage is at. She was a petite double-D at least). She had curves and a cute bottom, but you could not call her fat at all.

We greeted at the door and hugged. She said that it so much fun to play with a couple, and commented on both my looks and david's. We returned the compliment. She offered us a little drink and we took it as we chatted about our experiences.

As david had met us after work, we started him off with a shower. This was inspired by my sexy shower over at Mistress Violet's that other time (Punished by Mistress Violet!). david needed to experience this as well.

So first order of business was a husband stripping. Tiffany removed her robe beforehand revealing her cute baby doll nightie and curvy gorgeous body. I was very proud of my man that he displayed a great big erection as soon as he was stripped bare naked. A nice compliment for Tiff. He's in a fit phase now, and looked yummy naked.

We conducted him into the big walk-in shower. I used the spritzer to wet him and then Tiffany and I soaped him up all over as I made him put his hands on top of his head. I encouraged Tiffany to pay special attention to his genitals and backside, which she was only too glad to do. I rinsed him off with slightly overly hot water, which made him yelp and dance around a bit. We took him out and dried him off.

We were treating david like a king. Time to correct that!!!

I had stashed a pair of panties for him in my handbag, and fished them out. I made him step into them. He blushed! Ha ha! He was expecting to be the "big man" that evening. Not so much. Tiffany did not know the details, but knew I would be teasing him and humiliating him a bit in front of her (his kink I told her), and she agreed to play along by giggling at him at the appropriate times, which she did flawlessly.

I walked around him, snapping the waistband of his panties against him as I commented on how pretty he looked in his darling panties. I told Tiff the story of how we purchased this pair and made him wear them home (true story as recounted in Impromptu Shopping Trip). She giggled and laughed and said "oh no!" at all the right places, adding to his embarrassment.

Then I said, "bad boys who enjoy wearing lady's panties get spanked!" Tiffany agreed.

"david," I asked, "will you lie across my knee and let me spank you as if you were my naughty little girl? A good hard spanking to teach you not to be such a pervert?

"yes ma'am," he answered me breathlessly, still blushing furiously.

I pulled up a chair and put him across my knee. Tiffany clapped. I asked her to please look in my bag and fetch me out the big hairbrush I had brought along. I made a show of lowering his panties down to his knees, and then started in directly with a pretty harsh hairbrush spanking!

Tiffany and I were making eye contact, and she looked very happy seeing my husband spanked like that. It adds an extra dimension of fun playing with somebody who does not do this sort of activity full time. I had asked her beforehand, and she is not into BDSM at all (although did admit to enjoying a slap on her ass during sex). So it was fun that a "vanilla" (sort of!) girl was seeing my husband pantied and spanked. Especially because she's much more used to seeing macho type men who want to have rough sex with her, which she enjoys and specializes in (according to her). How degrading for my poor husband to be so relegated to the the bottom of the heap in front of her eyes like this?

And, of course, david did not do himself any favours at all by kicking and crying out during his spanking, and generally carrying on like a bare bottomed six year old getting her comeuppance from Daddy. I spanked until he was cherry red all over his bum, and then let him up. I told him to take off his panties and head into the bedroom as it was time for sex.

Tiffany pointed and david eagerly led the way, bare red bottom shining and wiggling. Tiff even caught up to him and gave him a SMACK with her hand right on his red bottom. Ha ha!

david lay on the big king-sized bed as Tiff and I knelt at the end up on our knees and took each others' clothes off down to bare.

We kissed and fondled along the way. david was languidly rubbing his cock as he watched us.

When we were both naked, we lay down on either side of my husband and started playing with him.

Merry Christmas, baby!

I shifted david over and encouraged him to fondle and suck on Tiffany's large breasts. Tiffany really seemed to enjoy this! She was getting quite legitimately breathless. I rolled her onto her back, and went down on her, licking her shaved pussy as david continued sucking on her tits, fondling them with one hand, and pushing down on her pubic bone with the other as I licked her (david knows I like having his hand pushing down on my pubic bone right above my clit as he licks me, and generalized). I used my fingers down on her vag, stroking the sensitive folds right at the entrance. She moaned and pushed into us and I let my finger penetrate into her. She was very wet inside. I found her G-spot and started rubbing it with my fingertips as I licked her clit. She did not last very long, and shuddered all over her body as she came. Super responsive chick!

But like a pro, she did not turn over and fall asleep (like I would have!), she jumped up and wanted to get "down" to business. She took david's cock in her mouth and started sucking on him as I stroked him everywhere else. She even went right down, deep throating him with no trouble at all.

Before things went too far, I pulled her off of him (and she said a big disappointing sounding "Awwww!").

I got her to lie next to me and told david to get his head down to my pussy and to work his magic tongue on me. The tables got turned and Tiff played with my breasts and kissed my mouth as I got to fondle her tits and ass while david got me off magnificently. As I came, I reached for his head and pulling him into me I ground my pussy hard into his face as Tiff watched me do it, again totally emasculating my poor husband in front of his hooker, my wet juices covering his mouth and nose as I came onto him.

Now it was time for david's real Christmas Gift.

I directed Tiffany to lie face up on the bed, her head towards the headboard on a pillow, leaving some space above her. I told david to mount her, and to put his cock into her mouth. This made Tiffany happy again, to have her mouth filled with hard excited cock. What a gal!

I told him to hold it right there, as I bolted up off the bed, ran naked to my purse in the other room, got out my twin-tailed leather strap, and ran back. I was so excited! david would get a strapping as he fucked her mouth!

I started out lightly to get my aim right, and started strapping his bare ass. I could see his big dangling balls between his spread legs, and his hard cock fucking poor Tiff's mouth.

As I strapped him harder, he used that as "an excuse" to push more deeply into Tiff's eager mouth. She did not seem to mind, but made hungry greedy noises as she got her face fucked like that. I liked as his balls squished up against her chin.

I started talking dirty: "go on, fuck her mouth, do it!" I told him. "But don't you dare cum, or I'll whip the skin right off your ass!" A little tension is good for my boy before his resolution. I whipped him harder and harder as he rhythmically moved inside of Tiffany and cried out at the ass pain.

"Oh please! I have to!" he said, referring to pulling out.

"Don't you dare pull out!" I told him. "You keep fucking Tiffany like a man!" I told him. hee hee. He tried to pull out a bit but Tiffy chased him with her mouth and pulled him back into her. As I whipped him he collapsed back onto Tiffany, crushing her face into the pillow. She moaned in delight, eagerly gobbling his cock and making cute little sex noises as she did so.

She put her arms around his waist and really pulled him into her. I took the opportunity to whip him hardest yet. He yelled "No! No! No!" and then spasmed as he shot his load deep into Tiffany's eager throat!!!!

He was breathless as he slowly pulled out. Tiffany, though, stayed with him and sucked the cream off his softening cock. "Yummy!" she said.

He collapsed onto the bed. I jumped next to him, tussled his hair and said, 'Just kidding, no whipping! Merry Christmas!"

All three of us shared a shower and helped one another clean off and then dry off. We all got dressed and said our thank yous, and then our goodbyes.

Great gift, eh? I'll bet you wish your wife would buy you a hooker for Christmas. Every boy's dream come true!

Sisterly Spanking Aftermath

As I recounted in Spanked by my Sister, I got my very first spanking from my sister, and it was a doozie! Apologies for me recapping the session, I am sort of obsessed with it.

The physical aftermath you can see above. In the same session I received an open-handed punishment to my breasts (repeated hard slaps from all angles and sides), and suffered the (self-inflicted) abject shame of grinding my pussy against Sue's tweed slacks while she spanked me, with the inevitable humiliating result. I was left in pain and in tears with my hands on my head and my nose in the corner, T-shirt raised to bare my sore breasts, with instructions that immediately after Sue had left that I was to present myself to my husband, under pain of a repeat of my spanking the next week, for likely the most humiliating sexual act a man can perform on his wife.

I have a pen-pal, brett, who always manages to express my thoughts better than I can myself at times. I thought I would share some of our correspondence (slightly edited), both before and after the event, with my commentary (in red).

Hi Julie,

I don't know your sister, but I believe I have a sense of what you're in for. Interpreting her words to you, it appears you're right that she means business. Sue originally threatened to put you across her knee. That was her idea. Think about that. To put you across her knee. She is taking charge of her little sister.

"Me: on the bare?
Sue: yup
Me: not hard though?
Sue: hard. very hard!
Me: No!
Sue: YES
Me: Please no!
Sue: if i do it, there will be tears."

Sue has a clear vision of what she is going to do to you, and she wants to make it perfectly clear to YOU. She didn't try to sugarcoat it or put you at ease, even with your clearly shown reluctance and pleading. You asked, however timidly, and she has taken charge. She has your hand firmly in hers, and you're being taken to the woodshed. I'm not sure if she is so forthright because she wants you to be one very nervous little girl, or if she just doesn't want any misunderstandings that lead to resentment after you've been spanked.

[Yes, brett understands the situation all right. I asked him to tell me what he thought my spanking was going to be like...]

I understand what you're going through. It's knowing for certain that you really are in trouble. Are you sitting reading this? I would be squirming a bit in my chair. When I knew I was in for the paddle at home, like a premonition, I could feel the warmth on my behind where it was going to be on fire.

[brett's Daddy was a woodshed, wood shingle, spanker - bare butt, low ass cheeks, to tears]

Can you also feel the anticipation in your stomach and below? I certainly did. The threat and promise of a punishment-grade spanking, as you call it, consumes your mind and your body. It gave me a very hard erection. Does the thought of your very hard spanking over Sue's knee make you tingle? The sexual and erotic impact of this anticipation is so highly potent. Otherwise, you would not have asked your sister for what will be truly painful and deeply embarrassing.

[This is so ridiculously true]

The pleasure of this kind of spanking comes at a cost. Sue is a real spanker, and if it was me facing a licking from her, I'd be squirming. Despite you being sisters, she assured you it would be on the bare. She isn't making that a choice for you. I always got punished on my bare bottom, and when the one doing the spanking insists on it being that way, you know they spank with a purpose. For me it was to teach a boy who had been bad a lesson he would never forget. Hard wood on tender bare skin. No compromise. For you, I believe Sue intends to give you something you will also never forget. Having your bottom bare is a requirement despite the embarrassment your exposure under these circumstances will cause.

[brett's right - the worst part was preparing myself, nose in the corner, ass bare, waiting for her. And then when she came, feeling and hearing her behind me, examining my butt from every angle, sizing it up, laughing gently... sent shivers down my spine!]

Sue assured you the spanking will be very hard and that there will be tears.

"Get your spanking chair out, and a box of kleenex for your tears."

She wrote it twice! She is going to make you cry. To me that is like a written guarantee that you're getting a punishment-grade spanking. With play spankings, you may assume the role of a naughty little girl. When you get your spanking chair out, think about this---you will be forced to cry like a little girl. In that case, you are no longer hiding behind a role. For those moments you will be, in your mind and for all intents and purposes, what you appear to be. That is what you will show to anyone watching or listening.

[I don't cry easily, even when most women would. I took Sue's promise of tears lightly, and learned better.]

Me: but not in front of david, ok?
Sue: ok. He can jerk off to the sound of you getting spanked from his bedroom :-)

Imagine that. Your husband is going to hear you getting spanked from his bedroom. At our house, you could always hear a spanking loud and clear from every room in the house. That is simply the nature of a real punishment spanking. Oh my, I know! The embarrassment of everyone hearing! When I heard it, I always felt so sorry for the unfortunate one. You heard every last shred of dignity being stripped from them, and you realized they were actually quite fragile in the process of learning their lesson. You will be truly humbled over your sister's knee, and david from his bedroom will likely have thoughts similar to what I felt in that situation, though he'll have a clearer erotic appreciation than I did. He's going to hear a little girl getting punished on her upturned bare bottom. I believe Sue is going to make sure you give a performance that david will never forget either.

[Immediately after my spanking, david was concerned for me, and he cared for me sweetly. Next day, when he knew I was ok, then the gentle teasing started. I do not begrudge him that, it is part of my experience to be teased like that about what a racket I was making while across Sue's knee.]

"Sue: be standing bare bum in the corner when I get there. t-shirt on. no bra. Will let myself in."

"Why do you think she specified T-shirt but no bra???"

That's a good question. Only Sue knows for sure, but we can make some educated guesses regarding possibilities.

As you know as a strict wife and HOH, generally, when a dominant partner specifies a particular kind of attire, or lack thereof, for their "sub", they are doing it because they will derive pleasure from it, they are making a point symbolically or psychologically, or they want to enhance or add to feelings of vulnerability. In the case of certain relationships, they may also feel the need to maintain some level of propriety with regard to modesty.

I know what it's like when full nudity is considered perfectly acceptable and exposure, whatever it might be, is a humiliation to be suffered no matter how much you wish otherwise. As we've discussed in the past, you like spanking "birthday bare," and you understand and enjoy administering that vulnerable aspect of a mortifying lesson. So why doesn't Sue have you totally bare naked, or on the other hand, allow you to retain all of your clothing except what covers your spank spots? Instead, she spares your breasts from exposure, yet at the same time, requires they be bare under your T-shirt.

Is it for her pleasure? Does she get turned on by the image of breasts bare under cotton? The sight of taut nipples straining against the cloth, feminine shape teasingly revealed? I'm not what you'd call a "breast man," but that idea turns me on. Your sister may have a fetish.

Is Sue making a point? Perhaps to her, total nudity is not appropriate for the message this spanking is to convey. Your top half is not being punished. You are bare for a spanking as tradition would dictate. Bare from the waist down was always required at our house. If we happened to have a shirt on, there was apparently no reason to remove it.

Is it about vulnerability? You get to keep your top on, but you will feel more naked without your bra. You will also feel less adult. Little girls don't wear bras, do they? Just like every naughty little girl who has ever been put across Mommy's knee, you will be dressed accordingly.

Does your sister feel it is more appropriate, in her presence, that her little sister's breasts be covered? Is she affording you that modesty? Surely not in your case, but what I'd expect if sisters had no history together of sexual involvement. She may want to remove your t-shirt at some point during the ritual of punishing you. Only she knows.

[I think all those things. But the main thing was that she intended to make a ritual of baring my breasts and then slapping my tits silly so "the punishment fits the crime" I guess]

"Sue: you're getting the wooden spoon and the big hairbrush. Have them ready."

I don't think we should try to minimize this, Julie. You are IN TROUBLE!

Have them ready. Sue is confident and in control. She has no doubt that you are an obedient young lady. So how does it feel to be told what to do? Having to follow instructions certainly is a different animal when you're under the authority of a strict disciplinarian, and your bottom is at their mercy. I remember how calm and confident my parents were when they had decided on the worst fate for me. Every firm but matter-of-fact command is a fist to the stomach. Everything has been considered, and there will be no reprieve. Sue is going to give you a spoon spanking and, from what I gather, girls raised that way genuinely fear the wooden spoon. I've read accounts and been told by some who have actually experienced it, that the sting on bare skin is ferocious. The big hairbrush is a real wood spanking like I got growing up. Do I need to describe in detail what a real wood spanking is like?

[Gulp... no need, sir]

He then sent me another note after I posted my blog entry (gave him a bit of a preview before via a couple of email exchanges).

Hi Julie. As I implied in my comment on your blog, I was somewhat surprised by the monumental spanking you got from your sister. I didn't know how open she is to sexual relations with a blood relative, how dominant she is, how much of a disciplinarian she is, or how much of a spanker she is. The only way I can describe it is that she owned you.

The traditional spanking, what she did to your lower buttocks with the hairbrush and wooden spoon, by itself would have been a transforming level of punishment. The photo you posted was stunning. Despite the inadequate color and tonal contrast inherent in home photography, the image showed a well-executed spanking administered by your sister. I love how she targeted the bottom of your bottom. The message was clear that she will do what is necessary to control your behavior with her... that she "wears the pants" in your relationship. You learned the lesson, and your behavior with her will now truly be influenced under her authority because of that spanking. This isn't something to take for granted. Many adult spankings are playing or scening and life is not altered. What you have is genuine. Your sister apparently doesn't want your relationship changed on the surface, but under the surface, that spanking will define an authority dynamic between you two.

["transforming level of punishment" - ooh yes! Never felt ANYTHING like that before - hope to never again!!! brett is right on about the dynamic. In truth she has always been the one in charge, and I the one resisting her being in charge. Me taking the lead on our play scenes with david sort of turned that dynamic a bit upside down. Her doing this flipped it right side up again and reinforced it 100x! I feel like her little puppy dog, and want to do nothing less than run up to her and have her hug me and pet me!]

Of course, in owning you that day, she went much farther than a traditional discipline spanking. We found out she did have designs on your breasts, but I didn't foresee them being punished. I tend not to think outside my box, which is not that inclusive with regard to general BDSM. And I still don't get the t-shirt. Having you in the corner fully naked or in t-shirt and panties makes more sense to me than in just a t-shirt. A minor point, or something more significant?

[I give my thoughts on that below]

I was surprised to see that she intentionally participated in or made the spanking a sexual experience for you. Another way of owning you. Perhaps to maintain an appearance of necessary detachment, she didn't have to acknowledge your orgasms against the tweed of her pants, but of course she knew what she was doing and targeted your body to arouse you. She controlled everything with her expert hands and skillful application of the wooden spoon. Your poor helpless bare body! You were like a fish out of water, flopping across her lap in involuntary spasms, on the one hand begging to escape your burning punishment and on the other climaxing again and again where your bare wet pussy rubbed desperately against the leg of your own flesh and blood. She took you there, and that is not a place you can share and then leave as if nothing ever happened. On the surface, a relationship maintained, but it's a new bond between you and your big sister.

[Yes. Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes! As I look back on the experience from the perspective of one week out, as the pain of the hairbrush and the last 100 with the wooden spoon dims with memory, my disgrace across her knee burns more and more brightly in my memory. FOREVER I will be the little sister who ground her bare wet pussy against her tweed slack and got herself off while being hellishly spanked. Groan and blush!]

I found the ending especially touching. It had been a kind of loving battle between you and Sue, and in an amiable way, you had been utterly defeated. You were a painfully spanked and humiliated little girl. I could almost hear the defeat and resignation in your voice as you asked your husband to administer the final shameful dose of your punishment. The way you had to present your red behind to him and submit your little bottom hole to his erect penis. As you were obliged to explain to him, this wasn't what you wanted. You were being an obedient little sister. You were ass up bent over on your bed because you didn't want another spanking.

[yes.. I also delve into that in my response below]
 
I believe you when you say you never want a spanking like that ever again. You know what a punishment spanking is, as only one who has been punished can know. That doesn't mean you won't be obsessed by the idea that it could happen again. It doesn't mean you won't masturbate with visions of it happening again or that you'll forget what it felt like to cum with your bare pussy pressed against those elegant tweed slacks. I know when your sister is around, you are going to sincerely try to be a good girl. You ARE afraid of what she will do if you're not.

[Yes - my big sister now has the power to sentence me to another spanking anytime she pleases, every bit as hard or harder if she pleases, and I know that I WILL submit. Does she know she has that power over me now?]

I responded to that note from brett below.

Oh golly, Brett. You capture my feelings so well. May I quote large segments for a future post?

I do feel so completely owned by her. I was cheeky with her before. No more! I am genuinely afraid of another spanking. No joke. But why should I be afraid? I'm an adult. She is not allowed to assault me. The problem is that if she sentenced me to another spanking, I would submit to it. I have a deeply rooted submissive side to me. And I guess a masochistic side. My sister clearly triggers it in me in a way no others have. I know this now. I have been taught this by my recent experiences with her. I would do whatever she told me to, even if it meant a painful and humiliating repeat performance across her knee.

I understand the T-shirt. The feelings in my tummy as she rolled it up my body to bare my breasts. Utterly humiliating. Her message was that if I wasn't going to keep them covered around her, that she reserved the right to humiliatingly uncover them. For punishment. And keep them exposed, the refuge of their modest covering so close, banded above my chest, but so inaccessible to me due to her will. The covering or uncovering of my breasts was at her whim, not my choice. Can you imagine being a woman and having to walk around with your T-shirt pulled up to expose your tits? Being forced to do this? I've been topless on a beach many times without shame. This is shameful.

The sexual aspects are INCREDIBLY humiliating. As I look back on my behaviour, my cheeks flush with shame and my tummy churns. Even now, days later, as I write this. When I think of her, or oh my gosh next time I see her socially, with the family, my cheeks will BURN with shame. Not because of the spanking, but because of how I behaved while across her knee, rubbing myself on her pant, unable to control myself. I'll look down at her leg and will BURN with shame. I imagine her knowingly smiling at my blushing cheeks!

And then, yes, having to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis." I'm embarrassed that YOU, Brett, know of this aspect of my punishment. That you correctly assessed the depth of my humiliation and submission while his penis split my bottom hole and thrust deeply into my burning bottom. Knowing that it was part of my punishment. In fact, every remotely interested man on the Internet knows!

[I know, I am such a shame slut when submissive!]

And yes, you are absolutely right that it was not something I chose to do. I had had a very different plan. I did it because I knew with ABSOLUTE certainty that if I did not, my bottom and thighs would get one week to heal, and then I would have to undergo that same hellish spanking all over again, knowing this time what I was in for, and then I would again be required to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis," possibly under HER supervision (which simultaneously horrifies me, humiliates me, and arouses me). So I did it not because it was my choice, but because I feared another spanking.

I'm a strong and stubborn woman. If someone tells me to do something, I bristle and my first extinct is to not do it out of pride and spite. EVERYBODY now knows that I submitted to what is quite possibly the most humiliating sex act a woman can endure, because I would do anything to avoid another spanking of that caliber from her, and was 100% certain that it would be administered if I failed to have this sex act performed on me with the required outcome.

I really, really, really NEVER want another spanking like that. But I think about it. I imagine it. I HAVE already masturbated to it. Does that mean that it's inevitable I will have to go through it again? Ohhhh!

Even knowing how bad it would be, it feels oddly comforting knowing there is somebody who loves me and has the absolute power, knowledge, experience, and iron will necessary to discipline me properly for my own good.

And then brett's response.

Julie, Sure, you can quote what you like.

I think we share some core kink in common, so I have similar feelings about what you went through and how you must process it. I'm also not a submissive person outside this kinky dynamic. I actually haven't truly experienced it as an adult, but I understand that when we get dominated or so completely owned by someone, we're bound to feel the submission and humiliation far stronger than a person who is naturally submissive or comfortably obedient under authority. What your sister did to you, and more importantly how you responded, is a high degree of psychological friction that does indeed make you BURN with shame.

[It's so strange. I actually LOVE and HATE this feeling of shame I have. It is real, honest to goodness shame, and it turns me on to be feeling it so deeply. What with that?]

My kink centers more on the humility of punishment, but I also understand the shame of being helpless under a spanking's sexual power. That power must be wielded by someone with a special quality. Your sister has it for you. I think we are both similarly attracted to females who possess that quality, and no matter how independent we might be, or how strong our natural inclination is to oppose authority or others telling us what to do, a dominant female disciplinarian we respect is too attractive to resist. Sure, we're adults. She is not allowed to assault us, but she owns us, and we have a need to be owned by her. When she spanks, we become helpless and obedient children. Our behavior is truly influenced by our desire to avoid her spankings, because if we get in trouble, we won't dare dismiss her authority. She makes us burn both physically and emotionally, but her love and care is the sweetest elixir.

[I have fun being submissive under a male, but I really truly feel totally owned only by a strong female, and most of all by, what the fuck, my sister...]

I think I do now understand the t-shirt, and it should have been more obvious to me. How one is exposed, the language, the symbolism... every nuance of meaning. Ritual is the lifeblood of the experience.

"And then, yes, having to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis." I'm embarrassed that YOU, Brett, know of this aspect of my punishment. That you correctly assessed the depth of my humiliation and submission while his penis split my bottom hole and thrust deeply into my burning bottom. Knowing that it was part of my punishment. In fact, every remotely interested man on the Internet knows!"

The power of that scene was awesome. What makes it so moving is knowing you and your relationship with your husband. Only with that knowledge can we begin to fully appreciate, in that moment of time, the depth of your sexual submission and how it is exposed as it has never been exposed before. Sexual submission, in and of itself, is not so intriguing to me, but this was about spanking and its power over you, Strict Julie. After shameful orgasms while turned over your sisters knee, it was profound that you, the head of your household, had to present your punished rear end to your husband for the ultimate sexual humiliation. Some women want it, but not you. It was ONLY to avoid a spanking from Sue. How many Internet readers now know what happened to your poor little tender bum?

Answer: ALL OF YOU!

But just look at that photo. I mean, her pussy is right there!!! Warm and wet and inviting. Can give her sexual pleasure. Easily penetrated without undue pain. Clean. But no, not for THIS wife. THIS wife must endure his penis splitting her asshole and the painful fucking that ensues. The enduring feeling of cum seeping out of her asshole afterwards reminding her of where she has been so thoroughly violated. The main and intended "sexual" feeling is that of her shame at being utterly and completely debased by her man, on her knees, bottom up, head down.

Last thing I wanted at that moment was any form of penetrative sex from my husband, much less THAT kind. There was exactly one thought that motivated me to fluff him with my mouth and then bend over for him. One thought. Avoiding another such spanking today from my domineering sister. How humiliating is the truth of that?

Spanked by my Sister

FUCK!!! That's really all I can say... FUCK!!! I got SPANKED!!! So far, by a huge margin, I can very safely say I got the spanking of a lifetime. Also, something very, very embarrassing happened.

As I recounted last time in I Asked Her..., I texted my big sister Sue and asked her to please spank me. I had deliberately pushed some boundaries with her when we were last scening my husband, involving her having to touch my bare breasts. She got embarrassed, and she threatened, as a kind of joke, to spank me. That, of course, became an obsession in my mind, so I got up the nerve to ask her for a spanking via text message. She very readily (too readily!) agreed, and against my "objections" told me it would be a very, very hard one. She meant it.

I was told to get the spanking chair ready and to lay out on it the hairbrush and the wooden spoon. I did so and took a pic for you guys.

The objects of my chastisement.

I thought the hairbrush would be worse than the wooden spoon. I was wrong. Sue also told me to get a box of Kleenex ready as I would be needing it after my spanking. Did not bother with that. Should have. I was told to be standing in the corner, bare bum, wearing only a T-shirt, no bra. I understood the bare bum and the T-shirt part, did not understand the no bra. Now I do. I chose a normal looking blue T shirt. Nothing sexy or overly short. I chose to be completely bare beneath the waist. That is how I interpreted her instructions for me to be "bare bum" (although there are other interpretations). I didn't want to be standing there with my panties pulled down. I thought that would have been dumb given I was going across her knee.

My husband was instructed to stay in our bedroom with the door closed during my spanking. Sue had allowed him to listen from up there and jerk off to the sound of my spanking. I overruled that and told him he was allowed to edge himself, but not cum. I wanted some enthousiasm for the pussy licking I had planned for him afterwards, and was not intending to let him cum at all. Did not think it was good form for him to be allowed to cum from excitement due to his Wife and Mistress getting spanked.

I gave myself about 5 minutes of corner time before 3pm, when Sue was due to arrive. Sue is very punctual and I knew she would be on time. She was 15 minutes late!!! She did it on purpose to make me wait there, bare bottomed and anticipating my spanking. Grrrrr!!! Cornered by my sister! Bad start!

I heard the door open and her heels clicking on the floor as she approached me. I did not dare look. I felt myself shiver at the thought of her looking at my bare bottom. I was a bit aroused.

She giggled quietly a little bit. I could hear her there behind me, walking back and forth, looking at me, laughing little laughs. I squirmed.

I felt her finger pinching my ear lobe hard and giving me a tug. I moved with her. She was wearing black heels, high-waisted tweed slacks, a white blouse with a plunging neckline, and gold jewellery around her neck. Very elegant.

I was bare footed and bare bottomed in a crummy blue T-shirt. She led me to the spanking chair, lifted up the implements I had placed there, put them on the floor to the right of the chair, and pulled me down across her lap. We were getting right down to business.

She started rubbing my cheeks. Oh gosh! This was kinda humiliating! She fake laughed again and said something along the lines of,

"well, well, well, looks who's finally across my knee. I've been wanting to do this to you ever since you were two years old."

Then she started slapping my cheeks with her palm.

"You have certainly been a pain in my ass on more than one occasion," she said. "Remember the time you slipped a mirror under my door when I was making out with Frank? And the time you got into bed and touched me when I was sound asleep. How old were you, five? And how about jumping into Dad's lap in your panties when you were sixteen? Don't think I didn't know what you were doing. He should have spanked you then and there."

All my past being dredged up. It was true. I was a bit of a precocious child.

"But two weeks ago," she said, continuing my spanking. The spanks were getting harder, as if for emphasis. "Didn't I tell you nothing sexual when I agreed to play with you and david? And then you show me your bare tits? And force me to touch them? I wasn't going to fuss and kill the scene. I didn't want to be the party-pooper. You put me in an awkward position. And you did it deliberately." I giggled a bit at that and she slapped my ass harder.

"Stand up," she said. "Hands on your head." I scrambled up off her lap and stood in front of her, hands on my head. She reached for the bottom of my T-shirt and raised it up. Way up. Way up to above my breasts, baring them. She opened her palm and she slapped me across my breast! "Was that appropriate to do that to me?!?" she asked angrily. She slapped the other one. I grimaced in pain. She slapped the underside of each, then the topsides, then the insides, then the outsides again. She kept telling me off with a scary angry voice. I could see her open her palm, draw it back, and then slap me again and again. I stood there and took it. It hurt. It was embarrassing. I was getting even more aroused. My sister is actually punishing my tits!!!

I realized that she had intended to do this from the very moment she told me to wear a T-shirt, no bra, exactly eleven seconds after I asked her to spank me. Is this how she routinely treats her submissive girlfriends???

Finally she stops slapping my breasts. It was a long slapping! It was a punishment!!! My nipples were burning and my whole tits stung.

"Get across me knee!" she said, and hauled me down. My stinging tits were still hanging out below my raised T-shirt (or "above" when I was face down across her lap).

Then she started hand spanking me in earnest. Oh my gosh. She spanks hard! She kept mainly to my low ass, but wandered down to my upper thighs as well. She even reached down and slapped my calves once or twice. There was not a lot more scolding. Mostly spanking now.

She paused spanking me and said, "good thing you had the implements I asked for ready." I could feel her reaching down and taking one. I could see from under the chair that it was the big hairbrush. Uh Oh.

I could feel her rubbing the large, cool, hard wood across the base of my cheeks. I braced myself. The first smack came down on my lower cheeks. It was not horrible. Then the next and the next and the next. She spanked left cheek, right cheek, middle (on the crack), repeat. Each stroke got harder and harder and harder. I started really wriggling and squirming. She grabbed me around my waist more tightly and continued my spanking.

I started vocalizing, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Please! Ow!" She kept up her relentless pace, and I started kicking my legs and saying "No! Please! Ow! No!" She took her right leg out from under me and threw it over the backs of both my legs. She continued the spanking. Same rhythm, same placement, same strength! Now I started swearing "Fuck! Ow! Please! I'm sorry! Please! FUCK!" She ignored everything and just kept spanking! Cruel bitch!

After what seemed like forever, finally she stopped. It was a very long and thorough hairbrush spanking to my lower ass cheeks. Hurt like bloody hell. She told me to stand. I did so painfully. I was sniffling a bit. She looked me in the eye. She grabbed me by my upper arm and conducted me back to my corner. She made me put my hands on my head. "Three minute break, then we start again," she said. FUCK!!!!

My bottom was throbbing. My tits hurt. I could feel my legs shaking a bit. I was not crying, but I was sniffling like a little spanked brat. I could hear Sue walking towards the kitchen, getting a glass, and filling it with water. She turned me around a bit (tits still out!) and gave me a few sips of the water. She put down the glass and then re-adjusted my T-shirt, rolling it up properly to band above my breasts. She was keeping me bare breasted for the duration, clearly.

She reached for a nipple and squeezed it hard, pinching it and turning it. "Are you learning your lesson?" she asked.

"Yes Sue!" I said.

"Yes 'Ma'am'," she corrected me as she reached for the other nipple to torture it as well.

"Yes Ma'am!" I repeated.

"Come here," she said calmly, pulling me by my nipple back to the spanking chair. She sat, not letting go of me, and then pulled me across her knee that way. When I was settled across her lap she released my nipple and cupped and squeezed my full breast, fondling me as she would one of her girlfriends!

She started back in slapping my ass with her open hand. This time the spanks started raining down everywhere. And I do mean everywhere!  All over my ass and up and down my legs from ankle to waist. "Spread," she said as she pushed my thighs apart. Oh Geez! She started slapping the insides of my thighs, up and down from inner knee to pussy! And I do mean PUSSY! At the highest travel she spanked the lips of my vagina! "Nohhh, pleeeease!" I begged in embarrassment. She just laughed at me and kept doing it. She was no longer holding my legs apart with her hand, but was continuing the slaps up and down my inner thighs. I knew she had not told me to close my legs yet, so I had to humiliatingly keep them spread for her myself.

Then she did it. She reached directly between my legs and dragged her fingers up the middle of my pussy. With a laugh in her voice she said, "You little hussy, you're soaking wet!" Oh God! Please floor, open up and eat me. She was of course right... I remember straining to keep my legs spread for her as my face burned with embarrassment. "That won't do at all," she said as she reached for the wooden spoon. I could feel it on my low ass cheek. I was still spreading my legs. I felt her lift it and then CRACK! OMG! FUCK!!! That wooden spoon hurt like a motherfucker!

Immediately my legs shot together and my bum shot up into the air as my hands scrambled for purchase on the floor. There was a sort of a silent scream from me. Then the spoon hit again, and again, and again. Oh my word. The spoon is vicious. I never realized! I think it must be the way it curves to concentrate all that wood onto a tiny spot. I remember starting to beg right away along the lines of "No. Come on! Please! Oh Please!" I always made fun of david when he begged. I was begging for freaking real! It was so bad it was almost funny. Like, how could I have possibly got myself into this situation?!?

I had an all renewed respect for the spoon as it traveled down the backs of my thighs, onto my calves, and she even managed to beat the soles of my feet with it! "Spread!" she said, and I did, and she spanked the tender insides of my thighs. She pulled the skin taught around my low ass cheek, and spanked directly at the crease, both sides. My legs came back together again involuntarily. She spun in the chair a bit thrusting her left knee between my legs and hooking my left leg with her right leg. This spread me wide. What a sight I must have been! She then really spanked my inner thighs! I was incoherent, shrieking at the tops of my lungs.

She released my legs and spun back under me so I was again squarely across her lap. She put down the wooden spoon and started in again spanking me with her hand. Very hard strokes, but it felt like a huge relief after that evil wooden spoon!

"Is david upstairs enjoying your spanking?" Sue asked.

"Yes Ma'am," I sobbed out. There were small tears in my eyes and big sniffles in my nose. My bottom was starting to feel numb.

"Is he jerking off to it?" she asked.

"No Ma'am," I said, "I told him he could edge, but wasn't allowed to cum. I don't want him cumming to me getting spanked."

"NO!" said Sue angrily, smacking my cheeks hard with her palm. "Those were NOT your instructions!" She spanked my ass and thighs harder.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I said. "I can tell him to cum now!" I said.

"No," said Sue. "He should keep edging, and once I've gone he's to use you any way he pleases. Correction. Any way I please. And it pleases me to have you take it up the ass from him. Just like you did to him two weeks ago. If I hear he hasn't cum in your butthole, we're doing this all over again next week, little sister." Oh Groan. She knows he's fucked me in the ass, so knew it wasn't anything I hadn't let him do to me before.

"Yes Sue," I said.

SMACK! "Yes Ma'am!" she corrected.

"Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!" I said.

She reached between my thighs again and touched my pussy. It sent a jolt through me and I moaned shamelessly.

"tsk, tsk" she went as she rubbed her wet finger on my throbbing ass. She spun again and again thrust her left knee between my legs and placed her right leg over my near leg. She pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my butthole, and slapped me with her hand up and down my cleft.

Without releasing my cheek, she reached again for the wooden spoon, and gave my inner cheeks a wooden spoon spanking that had me bucking and dancing across her knee. She pulled my cheeks widely apart and targeted the area immediately around my anus. I knew what she was doing. It is something I do to david when he is due for an ass fucking. I only thought how much worse my ass fucking would be after this treatment!

She put the spoon down and started slapping my cheeks, way down low. She pulled me up at the waist so that I was more firmly over her one knee. I was still straddling her one leg while she had my other hooked. She hand spanked me gently on my lower cheeks.

I immediately stifled a moan as I felt my pussy rub against the tweed material of her elegant slacks. Oh no!

She spanked gently but insistently. I started rocking back and forth on her and getting more and more excited. Oh no. I didn't want this! Was not expecting this. But she kept spanking me relentlessly in this position, for many minutes, keeping the pressure of her leg tightly on my pussy as I wriggled there getting more and more excited.

At a certain point, I don't know, I just lost all shame completely. I reached around with my right hand to grab her ass. She did not object. I just sort of collapsed into my own lust, openly humping her tweed covered leg as I fondled her beautiful ass. I moaned out loud as I wriggled my ass and pussy shamelessly over her leg. What a sight! Her naughty little sister bucking across her knee like a whore!

She spanked harder and harder as I bucked and wriggled and moaned more and more unabashedly.  The hard, unrelenting spanking brought the passion flooding into my pussy. I rocked and ground into her and moaned and then exploded in a climax across her knee!!!!!

Oh No! What have I done???? I've completely humiliated myself!

She pretended (I guess) not to notice (even more humiliating) and continued spanking me with her hand. I settled down and just took it, but within another minute or so I again found myself rubbing my pussy against her tweed slacks. It was a complete repeat performance. Once was not good enough for her, or for me apparently: the little sister slut. It was the same slow buildup. The same increase in intensity. The same shameless showing. Her whore of a sister getting off on her spanking a second time. She increased the intensity of the spanks and then before very long it happened again. A second orgasm!

Oh shit! This was so arousing while at the same time being so humiliating. I wanted her to stop. No more. Please! Surely I've been humiliated enough, is exactly how I felt at that moment.

She picked up the wooden spoon. She again pulled me hard onto her knee and arranged herself so that the pressure and contact on my pussy was at its maximum. Oh no! She then started spanking my low cheeks with the wooden spoon again. It started fairly lightly, and I got into a rhythm bucking across her coarse pant, rubbing my pussy into her leg hard. The spanking intensified again. It was really, really hurting. But I was still on my way to a third orgasm. She spanked harder and harder and harder. I was screaming from pain and lust at the same time and then I had the biggest orgasm yet. I screamed as I came, and then fell limp across her as she continued to beat my ass with her wooden spoon. "no... no... no..." I whimpered.

She removed her leg from between mine and resettled me squarely across her lap. She still had the wooden spoon.

"One hundred hard ones to go, young lady," she said.

"NO!" I yelled out, but stayed put across her lap. I didn't know which way was up. I was not ready for this! I had just come off three orgasms and my cheeks were already as sore as hell. This CAN'T be happening. Enough!

"Yes. One hundred. You will learn your lesson to NOT cross boundaries with me again. Am I making myself completely clear?"

Even then, the irony of "my lesson" was not lost on me. What could I say? "Yes Ma'am!"

All the next 100 spanks were directed to my lower cheeks, alternating sides. All seemed as hard as she could possibly make them. The first ten were a nightmare. After she was done those first ten she said, "only 90 left to go." Oh no! It was pure, unrelenting torment. I had thought my ass had gone numb a while back. It had not. I felt every smack of that spoon. After the first 40 she said "Only 60 left to go." I thought my punishment would NEVER end. At this point I was no longer coherent, I was just blubbering out random words and screaming. My whole world collapsed into the scant few moments between sets of ten when I could breathe, and then the torture started up again. I had held out, more or less, up to now, but around number 80 I lost it, and the tears started streaming out of my eyes, and the snot out of my nose as I absorbed the last 20 strokes of my punishment.

When we reached 100 and it was over I didn't even care. I was a sobbing mess. Sue took me off her lap and I collapsed onto my knees in front of her.

"Oh Baby," she said as she wiped away my tears with her fingers and stroked my hair. I did not have any tissues. I did not think they would be needed. I buried my face into her blouse and dried my eyes there as she held me into her bosom, stroking me and saying "there, there, it's all over now."

She walked me over to the corner and put my nose back into it, my hands on my head, making sure my T-shirt was still lifted above my breasts. My bottom throbbed with the pain of my spanking.

"Sue," I said, sniffling, "will you, take a photo, as a reminder for me?" EVEN THEN readers. EVEN THEN I was thinking of you.

"Sure," she said and took a photo. Here it is.

Somehow the photo does not do it justice. Hard to believe that is a photo of a girl who had just had three orgasms, was still crying and sniffling, and was just given the spanking of her lifetime by her sister! I was so disappointed with the lighting on the photo, because it absolutely DID NOT do the state of my ass justice. I had to photoshop it to bring up the colours to anywhere near where they were actually in real life, and even so it still does not do my ass justice. I need professional lighting next time! What's absolutely accurate is how the top of my ass cheeks were totally untouched, but my lower ass cheeks and upper thighs were torched red!

Without saying another word (literally), Sue got her coat on and left through the front door, leaving me sniffling still in the corner with my hands on my head.

As soon as she left I put my hand down to feel my butt. First thing I noticed was that it was leathery! The fuck!?! It was also throwing off vast amounts of heat. It also throbbed. It was also hard to walk because of the way the backs of my thighs were punished.

I painfully made my way up to our bedroom. david was there. He was not excited. He was worried!  I was starting to recover my composure, though. I showed him the damage and he whistled. After making sure I was ok (I was), he asked if he could make me cum with his tongue. I told him no, that there was something else I needed for him to do.

I made him sit on the bed. I got down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth and sucked. I gave him deep head until he was rock hard. I opened the bedside drawer and got out the lube. I put a towel down on the bed and got on all fours.

"please, you need to cum in my ass..." I told him.

"What?" he said.

"It's, like, the last part of my punishment. You have to do it. You have to cum into me."

And then, despite the immense shame, indeed reveling in it, I said, "Sue says so, and I'll get spanked again if you don't."

david got behind me. He again sort of gasped at the state of my ass. He lubed my bottom hole and stuck his finger into me, stretching me nicely. He then relubed and put his cocktip at the entrance to my anal canal and pushed gently in. After what I had just gone through, this was nothing. david banged away at me for a couple of dozen strokes and then ejaculated deeply into me. How humiliating that my sister had ordered a spunking into my rear end under pain of a repeat performance of my spanking!

david and I both cleaned up and we ordered some dinner in. I told david absolutely everything that happened, and we analyzed what we thought it all meant.

Talk about confusing!

So I can say I easily got what I consider to be the most severe spanking of my life, by far. Sue seemed angry at me at times, and caring at others. She slapped and otherwise tortured and fondled my breasts, which is so totally sexual. She also had my pussy on show and touched it numerous times. When I was pressed up against her she knew I was getting off, and she let me do it. Even orchestrated the spanking to maximize it. But didn't acknowledge at all that I had cum. And then she told me off for crossing boundaries!!!!!!!!!!!

In total, that spanking lasted almost two full hours. I had absolutely lost all sense of time. I thought the clocks were off by an hour or something. They weren't.

I have spoken with Sue on the phone afterwards. It's as if none of it ever happened. I told her "thank you for the spanking," and she acknowledged that she had spanked me, with something like, "Yeah, that was fun. I enjoyed that." And then she changed the topic and we talked about family stuff as if nothing else at all had happened.

I'm not obsessed with Sue or anything. I've had girl crushes before, but this is not like that. I certainly don't obsess over getting another spanking from her. I would move heaven and earth to avoid one, in fact.

I definitely won't be crossing any boundaries with her for my part anymore. If I tried, I am convinced she would spank me again, every bit as hard, and I would have to go along with it. I am too much a submissive, too much a masochist, and too much her little sister, not to obey her. I hope I don't obsess over it.

I Asked Her...

So, I did it. I asked my older sister Susan to actually spank me... a bare-bottomed punishment-grade spanking... What have I done????

It all started out of our last play session, Husband Made to Take the Breast, where I basically made my sister spread my husband's cum (that she jerked out of him into his diaper) onto my nipple so he could suck it off. Sounds crazy just now writing that last sentence!!! What a wacky world I've made for myself. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Oh my gosh she was blushing as she did that. She likes girls, and maybe spreading ejaculate onto my bare breast made her a bit hot? Nasty little sister fucker...

I pointed out that she was blushing and she told me to shut up. I asked her what she was 'gonna do if I didn't, and she said, jokingly, that she'd "put me across her knee".

Of course, being me, and having a thing for Dommy women, I've been thinking about it ever since. But I never ever connected my sister with that! That is new. I deliberately did the tit thing to see what kind of reaction I would get 'cause I'm a little shit disturber. When I then teased her more and got threatened with a spanking, well, what can I say, I 'kinda see my sister in a bit of a new light, and I can't seem to get it out of my mind.

You reader guys are no help, you've been egging me on in the comments to take it further. So, guess what? I did. I actually did. I mean, you only live once, and worst that could happen would be that she would shut me down and I'd be a bit humiliated (no way it would threaten our relationship at all, though I thought I might get teased by her forever without actually getting spanked). And besides, I need a sister spanking for my blog, right?

So, I did not have the courage to phone Sue, so I texted here. Heart was pounding a bit.

Me: hi
Sue: hi
Me: embarrassing question...
Sue: yes?
Me: you alone?
Sue: yes

Thought that was a good way to get things started. Then I thought I'd pivot to what she said, like it was her idea (which it sort of was).

Me: other day you said you'd put me over your knee. Were you serious?
Sue: of course

 Oh... my... gosh... But is she just playing with me?

Me: really?
Sue: if you ask me to

She's not playing.  It's like, all consensual and everything. My sister!!! Well I wasn't going to chicken out now, having come this far...

Me: I'm asking...
Sue: then I'm spanking

What? How COULD she! As if it was nothing. I thought she would never. Guess I was wrong. Thought I better get some clarification as to to exactly what I was in for.

Me: on the bare?
Sue: yup
Me: not hard though?
Sue: hard. very hard!
Me: No!
Sue: YES
Me: Please no!
Sue: if i do it, there will be tears.

She's serious. And I've seen her spank david (and a girlfriend once). She's gotten much more severe over the years! I shared with her some of my subby thoughts and experiences from earlier in the year. She's catering to my subby side (and her Dommy side!).

I thought I should figure out david next. Tell her I didn't want him there and see how she reacts. Kind of didn't want him there?

Me: but not in front of david, ok?
Sue: ok. He can jerk off to the sound of you getting spanked from his bedroom :-)

Seemed like a good compromise! My next random thought was that I didn't want to talk about it at all with her.

Me: Let's not talk about it at all ok? Just come over, spank me, and leave. Ok?
Sue: ok. I'm sure david will take care of any special needs afterwards. when do you want it?
Me: week sat? 
Sue: can't then.. week sunday? 3pm your place?
Me: works
Sue: be standing bare bum in the corner when I get there. t-shirt on. no bra. Will let myself in
Me: yes Sue
Sue: you're getting the wooden spoon and the big hairbrush. Have them ready. Get your spanking chair out, and a box of kleenex for your tears.
Me: yes Sue
Sue: ;-)
Me: now I'm the one blushing! thank you...
Sue: my pleasure. It's your butt that will be blushing on Sunday. been wanting to ever since you told me about subby side >evil grin<
Me: thank you
Sue: now run along to bed you naughty little girl. Sweet dreams
Me: thank you Sue

Oh My Gosh!!!!! How kinky is that all???? My poor bum! She called me her "naughty little girl"! She is Dommy with her girlfriends, so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. But I'm not her girlfriend, I'm her little sister!

I don't think there's going to be anything "sexy" about my spanking from her. She seems to be all business.

What have I done????

Husband Made to Take the Breast

Thank you everybody for all the great ideas from my last blog entry Sister Play this Weekend. I took a whole bunch of your suggestions and made them happen last Saturday with sista' Sue.

If you haven't been following, my older sister Susan phoned saying we hadn't co-dommed david in an age, and did I want to on the weekend? Don't need to ask me twice! She especially requested that he be feminized and pegged while she watched. I am liking the stepping it up from Sue! With spankings from the both of us thrown in of course. I also asked for creative suggestions from you guys and gals last week and got a boatload. Thank you again!

After I read the comments on the last blog and digested them, I decided what I wanted to do, and I cleared it all with Sue (well, almost all, as you will read). I particularly wanted a "breast feeding" from me for david in there. Sue was ok with it... (a bit dubious... but ok). I suggested that for taking his spanking and pegging "like a baby" (inevitable), we would diaper him and make him suck on my breast as Sue "lent a hand". Sue actually agreed. It makes her giggle to make hubby spurt, and tickled her funny bone to do it into his diaper. I love that! And double giggle at the thought of him in a diaper and with his head under a baby blanket sucking on my nipple while she reaches into his diaper to make him squirt (!!!). I love my twisted kinky sister.

Sue and I brainstormed ideas as to what the "disciplinary excuse" could be for his feminization and pegging. His inability to control his ejaculation is a nice one I haven't used in quite this way before. So we decided that on the night before I would actually let david fuck me (after getting him very excited with my hand and mouth first) and pretend I was for once getting close to cumming from his cock in me (a funny conversation to have with one's sister, for sure!) Of course he would blow his load in my pussy before I got there. I would then be mad at him, and promise him a punishment to fit the crime next day. Even agreed that immediately after his embarrassing performance, that I would call Sue right then and there and tell her about it and we would discuss and "agree" on his punishment while he listened!!! Sue was fully in the loop and thumbs up, and david would be kept in the dark.

Evil plotting sisters we are!

So Friday night I take my man to bed. We are both naked. I'm stroking him and sucking him off, and he's getting very excited. I tell him to lie down on his back, and I get up on him cowgirl style, and lower my pussy around his cock.

"This is nice..." I tell him. I start squeezing him with my pussy and rocking and riding him. "Oh my gosh! I think I'm actually going to cum!" I say. I never cum from cock alone, and this time is no different. I'm faking it. I start moaning and writhing more and more. david suddenly gets this panicked look in his eyes, and then his face screws up and he busts his nut inside of me. Ha!

"Did you fucking cum?!?" I asked him rhetorically. "Sorry," he says. He doesn't know I'm playing. "I was so fucking close!!! For once in your life! Arghhh!"

He repeats, "sorry" again. His cock softens and kind of just slips out of me. I move up towards his head, plop my pussy down on his face, and say, "clean it!" none too gently. He licks me out and swallows down his own load, or at least as much as he could get and that dribbled out onto him.

"Let me make you cum with my tongue," he begs.

"No!" I say as I get up off him and go to the bathroom. "I'm angry with you," I add. My poor baby!

I go back to bed and get under the covers on my side. "Can I make it up to you?" he asks. He's serious. I'm still acting.

"No!" I say.

"Come on..." he whines.

"Ok then. A punishment. A real one." I answer.

"Yes ma'am," he says, reverting to his subby self.

"No. I mean really real. Beat your ass black and blue real. In fact, in front of Sue. I'll get Sue to come and watch and help. And I'll tell her exactly why this is happening to you. Agreed?"

"Yes ma'am," he confirms.

From having debriefed with him afterwards, I know what was going through his mind. He genuinely thought I was close to cumming and that I was disappointed with him (sucker!). He knows that a "punishment" with Sue present is not punishment, it's a treat. But he found it hard to reconcile the one thought with the "real punishment", and was worried that the session would be totally unpleasant for him (Sue and I once had a friend over and the three of us caned him until he could barely cry anymore Husband Caned to Tears - like that).

"Fine then, this weekend, if I can arrange it with Sue, you're going to pay for your lack of control," I tell him, "no joke."

"Oh.. you never minded before..." he said. Whining little bitch.

"I've never been so close to cumming before!"  I grab my cellphone and I dial Sue. david hears my half of the conversation. It went something like this:

"You won't believe it. So we're having intercourse... No, him in me for once, and I'm actually close, which you know never happens, and then guess what happens... exactly. You know him well. I told him I'm going to whip his bitch ass black and blue on the weekend and was wondering if you wanted to help?... Of course you're always welcome!... ah ha... ah ha... no, if you want to use the cane you use the cane, he has no say... Aha? Yes! Very fitting! If he can't be a man, we'll make him take it like a woman! Perfect! Saturday good? What time? We can make that work. See you then! Bye!"

I hang up and I turn to david and with an evil grin I say, "now you're in trouble, Sue wants to help."

"Ohhhh," he groaned.

I wanted to rub it in a bit, leave him thinking about what would be done to him.  "You know what else she says? She says if you can't be a man in the bedroom she thinks you should be made to take it like a girl. All dressed up. Your ass beaten. Then the strap-on while she watches. She says seeing as you're certainly not a man in the bedroom, we're going to treat you like a little bitch instead. And I'm promising you that I'm going to make you take it so long and so hard that you're going to learn the meaning of 'staying power', and wish you had a lot more of it, mister."

"noooo please," he says.

"Oh yes." NOW I'm smiling. "TEN whole minutes. By the timer. Not one second less. Right to the hilt every time. And that's after an epic spanking from the both of us and five minutes of deep throating first. You're going to learn your lesson this time."

"But honey, you know I can't fix it... we tried!" (OMG... how pathetic is that????)

In a softer tone I say something along the lines of, "I know you've been either unable or unwilling to fix it. I don't care which. You are going to be punished for it, regardless. Maybe you get more motivated? I don't really care. Normally I like tongue anyways, but I was SO FUCKING CLOSE this time."

I'm kind of feeling bad about this, but I'll make it up to him with a great scene and a lot of great aftercare. It will be worth it for him for the experience of the "legit" punishment.

But then, you won't believe what he says next. This is the part that sort of convinced me the most I was really fucking with him.

"But when John did it, you didn't cum then, and he lasted, no?"

Bring that up????? WTF!!! He's referring to an incident around the new year where I got a little subby and played with a girlfriend of mine, Tracy, and her husband, John. I actually let John fuck me. If you missed it, you can read about it at Schoolgirl Punishment (part five).

"Of course I didn't cum! He was fucking my brains out! Not gently! But he kept at it as long as I wanted, and he came into me exactly when Tracy told him to. If I wanted to ride him to an orgasm I would have been able to. He wouldn't have cum within the first thirty freaking seconds!"

"You can be with him again if you want. It's ok with me..." said david. Awwwww! He had not said it in a mean spirited way. He had encouraged me to do it the first time. He genuinely wanted to make sure I got what I needed. What a little cuck. It probably turns him on. But I had all I needed with my david.

"No, baby. All I need is you. And all I want is you. The situation just frustrates me sometime. We'll get you a dildo that fits over your penis, or something like that. And as you get older you might still slow down. In the meantime, my sister and I are just going to give you some extra motivation. It probably won't solve the problem, but at least I won't be so frustrated afterwards." I kissed him on the forehead and with that we shut down for the night.

So at this point, in his mind, it's one of these half scene half real sorts of things. In my mind it was all scene of course. The half real in his mind meant he was would be in for a very embarrassing, painful, and long Saturday afternoon. His sister-in-law would witness every humiliating second of it, and know it was for his very real bedroom shortcomings. Exactly the sort of real bedroom shortcomings that would rule him out of contention as a bed partner for a good half the female population. I mean, what woman, who gets off on cock in pussy, would want an adult premature ejaculator as her bedmate? Really?

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Next morning I keep it up and still play a bit angry with him. He suspects it's an act, but I'm being pretty convincing so he's doubting himself on that. "I almost came," was a frequent phrase throughout the day, accompanied by a wry little smile that reminded him he was in for it! He was a man in the doghouse.

Sue is due at 3pm. At around 1pm I get david and I tell him it's time to prep for his punishment.

I was really, really excited. I had this thing all planned out and was excited to see it through. david looked, quite frankly, equal parts excited and worried. Perfect!

I take him upstairs to the bedroom. I make him undress and take him to the bathroom. I tell him we're going to clean him out with a few enemas first.

He does not particularly enjoy enemas. He gets tummy cramps as the water goes in. "Oh, please, honey, I can clean myself out back there." He's referring to DRF, which is usually good enough for me.

"No. Sue is coming, and you're going to get fucked hard, so you're going to need this. Otherwise it will come out a mess. And right in front of Sue! Do you want that? Do you want to mess your ass and my dildo like that right in front of your sister-in-law? Shit everywhere?"

"Noooo..." he reluctantly agrees.

"So you need to be cleaned out then." I walk over to him, bend him over a little and give him three hard hand spanks to his bare butt, one on each word as I say "No More Arguments!", ending the discussion. He looks like a little boy, standing there naked, freshly swatted bottom stinging, waiting for Mummy to clean him out. His cock's reaction to me being stern and maternal with him gives away his "subby" status. I ignore it.

I fill the bag up with warm soapy water. I use the liquid hand soap from the dispenser on the bathroom cabinet to make it sudsy inside. I use a wire coat hanger to hang the bag from the top of the shower stall. I release the clamp on the hose to test the flow. Looks good.

I put a big towel down on the floor, a couple of pillows from the bedroom, and then another big towel on top. I tell him to lay over the pillows, ass up. I use vaseline to grease the nozzle and his asshole and then gently insert the nozzle until it's buried. And then I let the warm soapy water flow.

He starts cramping up and I stop the flow and watch him writhe around a bit. When the cramping subsides I release it again. This happens several times before he takes the entire bag.

I have him stand and face the toilet with the nozzle still in him.

"Please!" he begs. There's a lot of pressure. He needs to release it.

"Don't you dare spill a drop on my floor!" I tell him. He puts his hand back there and holds the nozzle inside of himself and squeezes down on it. He dances from foot to foot as I make him stand there, facing the object he so desires to use.

"You can hold it for five minutes," I tell him.

"No I CAN'T!!!!" he wails, wiggling frantically. But, in the end, he does. But how he carried on the whole time!

For the record, there are few things funnier than watching a naked man frantically holding a large enema only steps away from the relief he so desperately craves! Ha ha!

After his time, I have him turn around and half squat near the seat. I reach for the nozzle and I quickly pull it out. He falls onto the toilet and immediately expels. A huge gushing mess! Sounds like a firehose, and it stinks to high heaven! I flush after the first couple of jets to clear the air, but he's still expelling for what seems a very long time. Near the end he just sits there and moans, occasionally letting out little squirts. I stay there and watch him the whole time he's expelling.That's true embarrassment for him! Worth the smell.

Meanwhile, I'm preparing a rinsing enema. I rinse out the enema bag and fill it halfway with clear warm water. I make him wipe his ass and then lie back down on the pillows. I re-vaseline him and put the half bag into him, and let him expel. I repeat this another two times until the water is coming out clear.

Next it's time for the clippers and the shaver. He keeps himself fairly hair free but I touch him up so that he's bald as a baby everywhere. I even used the clippers and then shaved his legs for him this time as well. That took more time than I thought! I've never done that before, so it's a special treat. I don't neglect his underarms and I pay special attention with the razor to his pubic area, cock, balls, and bumcrack. There we go!

He was a bit red and irritated in places. I draw him a warm bubble bath and have him soak in it. The bubble bath has a very girly smell, and will leave him smelling the same.

While he's soaking I pull out the clothes he will be expected to wear and lay them out on the bed. His outfit will consist of his usual "go-to":

• White stockings and garter belt
• Pink ribbon around his cock and balls tied in a pretty bow on top
• Pink polka-dot and lace panties
• Pink bra with silicone inserts
• Short red plaid schoolgirl skirt
• White blouse
• Large black butt plug

I also get a selection of spanking implements, my strap-on and lube, diapering supplies, a baby blanket to cover myself during his feeding (I have a real one!) and stash them all in a cabinet in the living room for later.

I fetch him out of the tub, have him dry himself off and bring him back into the bedroom where his outfit is already all laid out. He is completely hairless beneath the nose, and smelling of lilacs.

As I dress him I remind him, "if you can't act like a man in the fucking department, you're going to have be punished like a woman. You're going to get your ass beat, and then your holes fucked. And you're going to look the part, little missy."

I started with the butt plug. I made him bend over as I lubed the plug and inserted it. He will need the stretching given what I have in mind for him. Then I tie the ribbon around his cock and balls. I mean, if he's going to be allowed to keep them, they need to be feminized as well.

I then have him sit (on the plug - ha ha) and pull on his stockings carefully. I help him with his garter belt, attaching the clips for him (something he is totally useless at).

Feminized humiliation! Love it.
So appropriate an outfit for him to receive a spanking and
anal intercourse from me in front of my sister.

Next come his panties over top, and his bra and inserts. Then skirt on, and finally blouse. I leave it a bit unbuttoned at the top so you can see the top of his bra, and I tie it in a knot at his belly to expose his midriff.

I get a lipstick and apply it on him. It's tasteful. Not TOO much. I then have him sit, and I apply some mascara to his lashes. Three coats upper, two lower. A particularly crummy brand I bought by mistake that is definitely not waterproof and runs like a mofo. I over-apply to be sure I will be getting my runny black tears later. And voila. A star is born!

Then it's by the ear down to the living room and nose against the wall. I have him put his hands behind his back to hold up his skirt, and I lower his panties to his ankles. He gets a slip of paper to hold up between the wall and his nose. And there he will stand, in bare bummed butt plugged disgrace until my sister arrives.

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Lucky for him he does not have long to wait, and my sister arrives within about ten minutes. Good timing, eh? I greet her at the door and we hug. She comes into the living room and sees david standing there. I tell david to pull up his panties and lower his skirt and come to us. He's so cute pulling up his lacy little panties!!!

I make him give Sue a peck on her cheek. He really is adorable, and Sue says so effusively. She comments especially on the lipstick and mascara, and on his pretty stockings and garter. She makes him hold up his skirt in front to show her and comments on his shaved legs. She even reaches over and gives him a squeeze on his breast, saying "nice tits, honey."

Sue then goes on, "But I can't believe what you did to my sister last night! Lost control did you? Spurted before you should have? Didn't that happen to you in high school? Into your pants? Didn't you learn your lesson then?"

Sue was referring to an old story from early high school when he was making out with a girl and ejaculated into his pants. The girl was disgusted, never saw him again, and told at least one friend that he is aware of. Very traumatic for my poor boy. Ha ha!

As she said that last part, he's still holding his skirt high in front, and she taps her finger on the front of his panties, right where his erection is.

I step in, "Sue and I decided that if you can't behave like a proper man in the bedroom, we're going to treat you like a proper woman. Do you enjoy having to wear women's clothes like this?"

"no ma'am..."

"But that's what happens if you don't behave like a man, you get treated like a woman, don't you?"

"yes ma'am"

"And you're going to be punished like a woman also. A few good hard spankings, a cocksucking, and then a long hard ass fucking. What do you think of that?"

"I don't like it ma'am."

"I guarantee you won't like it!" I tell him. "But you better take it like a woman. If you act like a baby during your punishment, we'll treat you like a baby afterwards," I say, shaking my finger at him and setting up my part two. david has been diapered before, and figures that if he earns himself a diapering that it's likely staying on all weekend long, with all that entails.

I turn to Sue, "would you care to go first? What would you like to use on her?"

I show her some of the options. She says, "I think maybe the hairbrush this time." Great choice!

I put out his spanking chair in the middle of the living room, and Sue sits, tapping the brush against her hand. "Come on," she says to my husband impatiently.

I chose this one because the model resembles Sue a lot:
tall, slim, blonde, high cheekbone model type.
Devastating for any man to have to go over her knee!

Poor david walks over and drapes himself across Sue's knee. She scolds him for his inability to control himself and to properly satisfy me in bed the way a real man should. She asks him if he is proud that he needs to be dressed as a woman and spanked for his sub-standard bedroom skills? She's really laying it on thick! As she's scolding she's also slowly drawing his skirt up to his back and lowering his panties to his knees, leaving his bottom bare and nicely framed on all sides between garter belt, suspenders, and stocking tops. Sue asks me if we can remove his plug for the spanking. She says she doesn't want to accidentally hammer it in.

I oblige and extricate the plug into a paper towel while he is still draped across Sue's lap. Thanks to the extensive enemas, it comes out clean as a whistle (if not a bit damp).

Sue adjusts herself and him, scolds a bit more, and then starts in on his spanking. She starts relatively lightly, but builds the intensity. She backs off a bit and then re-intensifies several times like that. She ends it with an long intense flurry of very hard spanks that has him yelling "her" little head off!

I LOVE watching this!!!! Sue is so elegant and has such nice posture. She moves so well. And there is my "husband", dressed as a girl, getting his poor bottom beat to a crimson red by my big sis!!! And what's even better, he's being explicitly punished by her for his premature ejaculation and how it impacted me.

She has him get up off her lap. She tells him to leave his panties down and his skirt up, to face me, and to apologize for his poor showing last night.

I sit there as a Queen as david does exactly as he is told by Sue, nursing a very sore bottom, and giving me a heartfelt bare penis apology. So appropriate.

"Strap and cane next," I tell him and he groans. I point him over towards the back of the sofa and have him bend over it. He knows the drill. I hand Sue the cane. She swishes it through the air brutally.

I take the strap and show it to him.

He has two angry sisters to deal with!

I start in first. My blows are good and hard. Nice full follow through. I keep them all nice and low, whipping upwards under his chubby red cheeks. Predictably, he screeches and begs for mercy. Nope. "No more! please! please!" he blubbers. Perfect.

"Stop acting like a baby and take your medicine," I tell him, "or you know what happens." Another "baby" reference.

I finish up his strapping, and tell Sue she's all hers for his caning. She lines up behind him and taps the cane onto his bottom (it's the nasty Delrin cane). I ask her to hold up a second, and I go fetch my strap-on dildo.

I snap my fingers and say, "david, look!" He raises his eyes and looks at me. "Keep looking at me while Sue canes you," I tell him. Sue gets a smile on her face and lines him up again. I de-skirt down to my panties, and start putting the strap-on harness on my hips.

Sue starts his caning at the same time. She takes her time between strokes, each one getting a good reaction from david. I can see him screwing up his face from the pain of his punishment as he watches me tighten up the big dildo (Adam) against me.

I stand there facing him, hands on my hips, in my blouse, panties, and cock. I slide up near him and tease the tip of my cock into his mouth, I make him put his lips around it and take it in.

Sue gives him a stroke of the cane as his mouth is thus occupied. "No teeth!" I warn him as he grunts from the force of the cane stroke. Between cane strokes I take his mouth a bit more forcibly. Then I hold it in there deep as Sue lets one rip against his ass. It's a real ordeal for him! Sue counts the strokes until she reaches two dozen and then puts the cane down. I pluck the cock from his mouth and go behind to see the damage. Nice! Love neat horizontal cane marks on top of a red, blistered bottom!

 

Leaving him bent over, I go to the adjoining kitchen and rinse off his butt plug. I come back in and re-insert it as he remains bent over, grunting as I do so. But plop, in it goes.

Sue is watching this whole operation with a smile on her face. Once the plug is firmly seated, I grab him by the hair and say get over here, pulling him up, back up around the couch and onto his knees in front of his spanking chair. I sit down on the chair and I spread my legs. I ask Sue to set a five minute countdown timer on her phone. "Ok!" she says cheerily when it's set. I tell david to "get busy".

He leans forward and puts his lipsticked mouth on my cock. I immediately grab the back of his head and pull him down onto my cock forcefully.

The next five minutes is a no holds barred face fucking as my sister cheers me on.

My sister is perfect! "That's it, you take it!" she says. "You'd have cum two minutes ago by now, wouldn't you have? Julie can go all day long. Should I add another five minutes on?"

Meanwhile, david is misbehaving, trying to direct the cock into his cheek. I know his little tricks, "Down the throat or we're adding time," I tell him.

Five minutes is a long time to have a large cock shoved violently down your throat. Poor david was suffering. But he needed to learn his lesson. In fact, Sue echoed the sentiment, "now you're learning, aren't you?"

When the timer went off, I let him off. Did not have the heart to double his time! Besides, the main event was still coming. "Get your ass back over the back of the couch," I told him.

david was breathing hard and still retching a bit from his face fucking. His mouth was a slobbering mess. His lipstick was smeared and his mascara had run. But he did as he was told. I pulled the butt plug out of him. Sue crouched down in front of his face, at the front of the sofa, as I lubed and started to insert.

"That's a good girl, take your medicine," said Sue. She put a finger under his chin and lifted his head so that she could look him in the eye. You have to imagine david, bent over, still in schoolgirl attire. White stockings and garter, panties long gone, skirt flipped up, skimpy blouse holding tight his pink brassiere and silicone gel inserts. Makeup ruined. Ready to be fucked like a slutty little lady.

The cock went in. It's a lot easier on him after he's been plugged like he has been for a while. It's why I did it. It still does not go in painlessly, however, as his cries and complaints attested.

"Take it," encouraged Sue, "You're acting like a baby!" He took it all right.

I start pumping slowly in and out, going deeper on each thrust. When it's going in balls deep I ask Sue to set her timer for ten minutes and to make an appropriately upbeat music selection. She chooses "Maniac" from Flashdance. She plays the video on her phone! She puts it where both me and david can see it as I fuck him. When it ends the first time, she starts it once again from the beginning.

"Doesn't she have a pretty ass, david," Sue said, referring to Jennifer Beal's behind in her little dance outfit.

The music REALLY gets me going. I am POUNDING away at his poor asshole! I'm dancing and thrusting to the beat of the music (fast!). Putting my hands up and swaying my hips as Sue is cheering me on. Grabbing his hips and pounding it in. It's a party in his ass. A real sweaty workout for me! Phew!

When it ends the second time she looks at the timer: about 9 minutes or so in. Only 1 minute of ass fucking left to go. Now the teasing starts again.

"Do you understand what a REAL fucking is now?" Sue asks david.

"YES MA'AM!" he yells through gritted teeth. I take long, hard, super, super deep thrusts while this questioning is going on.

"You'll never be able to fuck like that, will you?"

"NO MA'AM!"

"Of course not. And that makes you my baby sister's little bitch, doesn't it?"

"YES MA'AM"

And then finally the timer goes off. Phew! Hard freakin' work!

I slow down and pull out of david's ass. It's gaping, but super clean. The enemas did the job alright. david is still laying over the couch, mewling softly.

"That was a pretty poor showing," I said, as I started taking off the strap-on and putting my skirt back on. "What a lot of yelling and complaining, all the way through. What do you think, Sue? Did he take it like a woman, or like a baby?"

"Baby. Definitely!" said Sue.

"You know what that means..." I said with a sing-song voice.

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I stood david up. He was a bit shaky. "Let's get him into his diaper in that case."

We both worked on undressing him down to nude. He still had smeared make-up, but I thought I would let it go, as it would take a bit to get that running mascara off. I put a towel on the floor and then laid out a diaper for him. I had him lie down with his sore butt on the diaper. I lifted his legs, and Sue helped, and I used wipes on him to get the lube off, and then sprinkled baby powder onto his ass.

"Awwww. Is baby getting her diaper?" asked Sue in a cooing voice.

We put his legs back down and I brought the diaper up between his legs in front.

Before closing the diaper, I took some lube and dribbled it all over his cock. Then I fastened the diaper loosely around him.

Rather mortifying for my young man! A full-on diapering from his wife with his sister-in-law watching it all.

"Come here," I said to him. He stood and followed me to the couch. I took a baby blanket and put it over my shoulder on the way. I sat on the far left side of the couch and had baby david lie on the couch, his head on my lap facing me. I put the blanket over my breasts and opened my blouse under it. I asked Sue's help to undo my bra. That was dumb of me to wear it! She reached behind me and unhooked it, I shrugged it off as she helped, and then she pulled it away free. She definitely saw my tits as I was doing this. Hee hee. She does like girls. I wondered what her thoughts were about me, her little sister that way? Well what's a breast between girls?

I cradled david's head in my arms, covered him with the blanket, and brought him to my left breast.

"Go on, take it," I told him. Poor baby! In front of my sister no less! He latched on and began sucking. Sue got a couple of couch pillows and used them to help me prop him up to make it more comfortable for me to hold him. "That's it baby, you suck on Mommy's breast like a good girl." david moaned as I embarrassed him like this, but sucked like a baby. He was very gentle.

Sue came and sat down on the couch next to me. david had to scooch away towards the back of the couch and facing it on his side. Sue reached around and slid her hand down the front of his diaper and began rubbing his penis. "MMMmmmm!" he said as he continued sucking on me.

"Come on baby, make a nice little mess into your diaper for your Aunty Susie," said my sister to him.

david moaned and sucked more violently on me as he writhed around on the couch under Sue's hand.

"Keep sucking," I encouraged him, "and make a nice pee-pee for Mommy."

We kept it up for a bit. The sucking, the handy, and the baby talk encouragement, Before too long I felt david convulsing as he shot his load onto Sue's hand and into his diaper.

"There we go!" said Sue. "What a good girl!"

Sue took her hand out and it was a bit goopy with his cum.

"Here," I said, taking david off my tit, uncovering it and offering up my nipple. "Put it here for him to suck on."

This was the part I HAD NOT cleared with Sue. One of my readers pointed me to a story that excited me called Miss Barbara Reminds Jackie of Her Place as a Sissy in which the sissy is "breastfed" his own cum. I decided I would ask Sue to assist!

"No!" said Sue, but with a laugh in her voice.

"Oh come on, don't be such a square," I said, then, hopefully, "baby needs her milk?"

Sue took her hand and smeared his cum onto my nipple. "Yuck!" she said, for show.

"More," I said.

Sue reached into his diaper and pulled out more of his cum, and smeared that on my nipple as well.

"You're blushing," I told Sue. She was!

"Shut Up!" she said.

"What if I don't?" I asked her in my brattiest voice.

"I'll put you across my knee," she responded. Oh my!

"Promises, promises," I muttered under my breath, but so she could hear, and then I took david's head and put him back onto my breast, and had him suck the cum off my tit, like a baby drinking its mother's milk. As I was doing this, the blanket was off to the side and both of my breasts were exposed so Sue could see david sucking his cum off me.

"You're staring," I told her. She was. What a brat I am!

"I told you to shut up!" she said.

david licked up and swallowed the last of it. I extricated myself out from under him and walked over to the sink, tits out. I used some paper towels and water to clean them off and then buttoned up my blouse again.

I came back and Sue was smiling at david, and david was smiling back up at Sue. "What a big baby!" she said to him in a good natured way.

"You stay in those diapers the rest of the evening," I told him, "and your runny makeup. I'll take that off you before bed. And be sure to tell me after you need a change - everything into your diaper tonight. Now go prepare supper, baby." then to Sue, "can you stay for dinner?"

"No, sorry, plans tonight. But they won't top this!" She said.

"Thank you," I said.

"My pleasure. Thank you. I love domming your boy with you," she answered. "But you," she added, extending her index finger at me, "no more pealing off in front of me!"

"Awwww," I said and gave Sue a hug and a kiss. She went into the kitchen to give baby david a hug as well, and then she left.

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So that was a thing, don't you think? I have such a shit disturber streak in me. I like making people uncomfortable. I clearly made my sister a bit uncomfortable with the breast touching and the banter and all. I wonder if she would ever spank me? If I asked, maybe? One of these days I'll find out!

Thanks for all the wonderful suggestions from last time. It worked out really well. I got to incorporate a lot of what was suggested. And in case you were wondering, I did reassure david afterwards that I love his spurty little over-sensitive cock, was nowhere near cumming the other night, and to the very best of my knowledge can only cum from direct clitoral stimulation, something I very much made him do to me with his tongue after this was explained to him!