Monday, February 19

Julie Spanked in Front of Family... For Real!!!

It happened. I received my first public spanking in front of my entire family. And I do not mean just one swat as anticipated in julie to be Publicly Spanked???, I mean a freakin' spanking! And things took a few other unexpected turns along the way as well.

Thank you again to Glenmore for the image!

On Sunday at around 5pm we headed over to my parents' house (not far) for family dinner. David said my dress needed to pass muster or he would not swat me. He was afraid of a short skirt that would flip up to reveal my panties. I chose a conservative knee length blue dress that I sometimes wear to work, but that hugs my bottom nicely. Similar to the image below.

Very naughtily, I had on nothing else! Bare legs, no bra, and no panties. He did not notice any of that 'till much later. What was I thinking being completely bare under there?

David looked suspiciously at my wiggly bottom, gave it a little slap, and declared it was sufficiently modest, but still sexy as hell. Win! He double-checked that I was still sure I wanted my butt swatted in front of my entire family while bent under his arm. I told him I very much did. I may be crazy, but I crave exciting new experiences. No need to spend a lot of money on "adventure getaways": one little smack at the right place and at the right time will do it – adrenaline rush!

We were the first to arrive and greeted Mom and Dad and made small-talk with them. Then my younger sister, Nancy, her husband, and their three teenaged boys arrived in their typical boyish hurricane. I gave each of the boys a hug and a kiss. And finally Sue waltzes in by herself. We all sat in the living room. Dad served a sparkling pink prosecco and Mom some hors d'oeuvres. Sue and Nancy went to help Mom in the kitchen. I kept a conversation with the boys going, asking about their schoolwork, hobbies, sports and such. The three men were seated together talking about something. Pretty traditional family dinner.

Mom called us all to dinner. The dining room table seats ten just fine, but requiring two on each end. Dinner proceeded as usual. I find the boys tend to get overly silly and boisterous in their conversation among themselves, as if the adults care for most of their loud chatter. I like the boys, but no surprise about their lack of manners at the dinner table as their mother and father have never disciplined them appropriately in my opinion.

In between the courses it's the women who get up to clear and bring out the next course, and the men who sit there drinking (men!). My Mom and I did, however, press the boys into domestic servitude.

After dinner Mom is always the one to say "well, let's go sit more comfortably, shall we?" It's sort of a cliche with her once the meal and desert has run its course. We do some final clearing and all gather back in the living room (heart: POUND POUND POUND). Mom is seated on a big chair and David is standing, leaning against the fireplace mantel having a nice discussion with her. I sidled up to David and started fondling his butt (!).

He gets distracted from his conversation with my Mom and asks me, "what are you doing?" in an annoyed tone of voice.

"What? You have a nice butt. Very swattable," I say.

"Don't..." he warns.

"Don't tell me what to do," I say, acting mini dommie. I get what I can only imagine is a mischievous  grin on my face, haul back my hand and SWAT! Hard as I can. Then quickly run away!

Everybody is watching, but hard to notice much more as the world has turned a bit tunnel vision for me.

David whirls around and says, "Julie! What the hell?"

"What? I warned you your butt was swattable!" Such a brat.

He says, "do we need to have a discussion about swatting butts in public?" Oh my! There it is. he said it, that word, discussion.

"I don't think so," I said, sounding less than confident.

"I think we do," he says confidently. "Come over here, you" he says, crooking his finger at me. Crap my heart is beating hard!

"no way!" I say with a giggle as I move further away from him and start backing out of the living room.

"Boys!" said David. "Will you please bring your Aunt Julie to me."

The boys are sitting on the two couches that are on the way out of the living room in the direction I was backing away. I whirl around on them, point my finger threateningly and say, "Don't. You. Dare!" This freezes them in their seats. Ha!

However, it appears as though I have been outsmarted. David took the opportunity when I was distracted to take a couple of quick steps across the room and grab me by the upper arm. "No need, boys, I have her," says David unnecessarily.

David slowly but surely pulls me back towards the fireplace. I try to resist a bit, but I just topple over towards him and need to take a couple of steps to regain my balance. As I topple into him the second time he sort of gets behind me and hugs me, then turns around in place and reaches his left arm up and then back down across my back, wrapping his arm all around me, bending me over as I face the fireplace, my big butt facing the room.

His hand is wrapped around me so that he's palm up on my tummy. My low tummy (!) and lifting me a bit. He also somehow has his foot raised and his one knee stuck in there so that I am bent a bit across it. Despite my high heels, I feel that I am on my tiptoes, dangling a bit there. How humiliating. Especially knowing what's coming next.

He holds me there interminably as I "struggle" and kick my feet. He asks me what I can only imagine was a rhetorical question: "what do you think is the proper punishment for a girl who swats her husband's backside in front of the whole family?"

He's waiting, holding me there, expecting an answer.

"A firm talking to?" I suggest.

"I don't think so," says David as he starts rubbing my ass!!! I can't see most of the room as I am dangling there a bit facing the fireplace. I can see my Dad out of the corner of my eye.

I strain my neck to look over at him and say, "Daddy! Help!" I hadn't intended to do that, it just sort of came out. Psychologically speaking, it may be a cry for Daddy to help David spank me, which turns out to be a bit prescient as you shall see. I certainly did not want or expect to be rescued, but as soon as I said it I realize that I might be. Drat!

David picks up on this cry to Daddy and asks, "Sir, may I? Just one good smack?" Oh no. I'm still dangling there, butt out in front of the whole family!

I answer for him: "No smacks! No smacks!" I say, but in a jokey tone also, not a desperate one.

"Don't hold back on my account," says Daddy (traitor!!!), "give her more than one."

What!!!!!! She needs ONE! David and I had agreed on one smack, one smack only!

Remember Red October?

He wouldn't do more! He couldn't!

I felt David's hand lift off my behind and then SMACK. One smack. Directly in the center of my low bottom cheeks. The sexy place.

But wait! Then right after SMACK again! And then SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Alternating left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek. I feel myself struggling and kicking.

He pauses. Then hauls me up a bit higher, showing off my spanked butt just that much more prominently in the room. "No! no!" I say, but still with a laugh in my voice. I mean, what else can I do?

And then SMACK! Low center, right across both my cheeks sending a huge jolt into my pussy and bottom hole! Oh dear!

SIX SMACKS!!!! AND THEY WERE FUCKING HARD!!! Remember, I don't have anything on under that dress. No slip, no panties, no pantyhose, no nuthin'! I think you will agree with me. That constitutes a SPANKING! My husband actually spanked me in front of my entire family!

He lifts me back on my feet and sort of plunks me in front of him. He's looking at me with a smirk on his face. I was aware of everyone else's presence, but can't tell you what their expressions were. Remembering my promise in an answer to a comment on the blog, and also finding that it comes very naturally at this point, I reach both hands behind me and rub my burning cheeks. I also pout and say "ouch..." in a small voice.

Suddenly... "Oh get a fucking room!" says my younger sister as she storms out of the living room. Nice of her to stay for the show though. Bitch. What's with her?

Sue gives a single loud laugh at our younger sister's antics: "Ha!"

As this happened I turned my head to look around the room. Everybody is smiling big silly grins on their faces, except my Mom who is shaking her head gently at us and and with the faintest of smiles says softly "what nonsense" to us.

"Looks like you learnt your lesson," says my Daddy to me with a laugh in his voice. I spin around to look mock daggers at him, the real cause of my public spanking, but he also just has a big silly grin on his face. He enjoyed seeing me spanked. You know me and my Daddy issues. That is hawt.

"Are you going to behave yourself now?" asks David of me.

"no" I say, like a child, feeling disagreeable.

"Fine. We'll just have to continue our discussion back home then," he says, adding extra emphasis to the word 'discussion'. Oh fuck blush!

"Bare butt!" adds Sue. OH NO!!!

I grab my rear cheeks again, stomp my foot a little, and say "oh!" like an outraged child would.

"Oh you two," says my Mom to David and I, shaking her head again.

"Come on then," says David, "let's get you home. Grab your coat."

What? How can he take me home immediately after all that having been said!!!! Everyone will know exactly what I am going home to!

I feel myself blushing as I walk towards the coat closet adjacent to and open to the living room. I take my coat out and David helps me on with it and then grabs his own. "Getting me home" has a new and very blushy meaning for me!

"Don't go too hard on her, now," says my creepy brother-in-law. A sexual innuendo if I've ever heard one that I thought quite out of place. I am scandalized.

My nephews are glued to their seats, saying N O T H I N G. They don't know whether to be shocked, laugh, be embarrassed, or smile.

With my coat on I go up to my nephews and again give them each a hug and a kiss. I tell them, "Ignore your Uncle David and me, we're just messing around." The looks on their faces!

I hug Sue. "naughty, naughty" she says to me. She then whispers in my ear, "enjoy your spanking." Oh blush again!

I kiss my Mom and thank her for dinner. Again she says "oh, you two!" but I think she likes that we are so frisky with one another.

I then go to Daddy and throw my arms around him and hug him tight. "Thank you, Daddy," I say. "See you next time."

"You want to borrow a pillow for your ride home?" he asks with a smile.

"That won't be necessary," I say, mock frostily.

"Besides, I'm not quite done with her yet," adds in David. He's enjoying this entirely too much!

"So long as you take good care of her," says my Dad. Hmmm... that could mean a few different things.

"You know I will, Sir, always," says my David.

I say a cordial and curt 'bye' to my brother-in-law from a distance. He returns it with a wink. Creep. I pass by my younger sister on the way out. "Bye," I say with a wave to her. She rolls her eyes, exhales sharply, and shakes her head at me. Geeze.

I stow my heels, we get our boots on, and then beat our retreat and into the car.

Wow... Just... Wow...

So that was it, at least as far as my fevered recollections inform. Let me try, best as I can, to sum that experience up.

Just let me say up front that I think it went off really well. David agrees. Nobody was freaked out and everybody seemed to have a good time with it. Except my younger sister, of course, but I enjoy yanking her chain and she needs it yanked, so that doesn't count. It seemed to seem very natural to everybody that a bratty mischievous wife should get a spanking from her husband in play. And while I feel appropriately shamed and embarrassed, I do not feel at all humiliated. I can stand proud that my man and I have a bit of fun with one another and to hell with what anybody else thinks.

There was much more audience participation than I would have thought, what with my Dad, Mom, Sue, and even my brother-in-law speaking up. The boys no, They acted as I would have predicted. My younger sister acted exactly as David and I had predicted. Mom shook her head – check. Daddy surprised me – it's as if he's pleased and amused to see me spanked! Sue clearly knew we were play acting. She did not seem to mind at all. She seemed happy that I would be spanked properly back home. Bare butt (blush!). She just had to go and put that image in everybody's mind!

What did I think about getting a spanking instead of the agreed upon one swat? I was so embarrassed while it was going on! It seemed to take both forever and no time at all. It seemed like forever just before and during my spanking; but seemed like no time at all afterwards. David read the situation exactly right, and did exactly what I would have wanted him to. I mean, given the way my Dad answered, he could do no less!

I know some of you guys are thinking my husband should have gone further. Maybe lifted up the hem of my dress (not so easy with that dress, but possible). Wouldn't he have been in for a surprise, what me with no panties and all!

Cartoon by Kami Tora - captions changed by me!

I probably should have let him know in advance that I was bare under there, in case he was contemplating it. Or put on full cut panties! But he was very adamant when we discussed it as being over the clothes so it didn't enter my mind. Or maybe it did, and the remote possibility of me being like the girl above, even extremely briefly because David would have been so embarrassed, well it excited me. But I admit, that would have been entirely inappropriate! Even had I had panties, it would not have been appropriate. Heck, many would argue that six smacks on a wife's behind in that position from her husband was not at all appropriate, and I would not put up too much of an argument there. But it was a compromise, and as much as the situation could bear (too much?).

David even later scolded me for not wearing panties. He said that he was contemplating raising my dress and swatting me over my panties as a surprise for me because I had literally asked for that. What would have happened had he done so? Would he have kept me exposed like that, scolding me for not wearing panties as he did later on, and then insist on those same six smacks, but on the bare, pussy and bottom hole prominently displayed as an object lesson in front of the whole family to supposedly grown up wives who "forget" to put on their panties? The thought kind of haunts me in a super sexy and tummy churning way. That will have to stay a fantasy, but it was a close call!

I was truly terrified when David called on the boys to help him. I could imagine them grabbing me and man-handling me over to David. Would they have copped a feel in the process of wrestling me over? Not comfortable with that!!!! But David did not intend them to, it was just a distraction. He knew he could reach me before the seated boys did.

The position David had me in was more bent over and lifted up than we had practiced. So hence more embarrassing for me. His hand pushing into me, lifting me, at my abdomen, just above my pussy, certainly excited me. He pushes on that same spot during oral sex and he knows it drives me wild. He did it on purpose. And then there was the question of my butt facing the room like that. I know my butt can look big, and especially so as my dress accentuates that, so I must have been a sight. The embarrassment of that kind of burns. "Ha Ha Aunty Julie has a BIG BUTT!"

And he just held me there for so long. I struggled a bit to put on a show, not to try to get away, of course. But just dangling there while he and my Daddy discussed my spanking!

And now let's talk more about my Daddy. Daddy seemed to enjoy it terrifically. Daddy is, or at least was, a spanker. I've been spanked by him mildly as a little girl, but he gave it up with the times and as we grew up. But you just know he's not averse to tanning a naughty girl's behind, and this just proves it. I wonder if Mom got a spanking that night???? (Yuck! I mean, Yay! I mean, who wants to think of their Mom and Dad, like, doing it?).

I confess that I pulled Daddy into it by asking for help. But we both knew I was being a naughty girl and victimizing my husband outrageously, and deserved a swat on my rear in retaliation. But that cry for help really setup the need for David to ask my Daddy's permission to swat me. If Daddy had said no, that would have been it. Or he could have told us to "get a room" like my sister did (only nicer). Or he could have just agreed to the one public swat as being a just and proper measure of justice. But NO. He explicitly suggested that one swat would not even cut it, and that only a public spanking would! So as a direct result of my Daddy's intervention, I wound up being held up there interminably, kicking and wriggling like an eel, as David laid on SIX very hard swats flush to my thinly covered backside! He gave me a spanking. An actual spanking. That actually hurt. I still cannot fathom that I got spanked by my husband in front of practically my whole family (Thank God my brother wasn't there – he would have enjoyed it, I'm sure – what red-blooded male would not have?).

Which brings us back to my husband. even based on what Daddy said, it was in his power to let me off completely with the scare, swat me judiciously once, or maybe swat me twice to appease my Dad. But no. He chose to spank me. Publicly spank me without my having given prior consent to this act. The cad. That fucking turned me on, and I felt the squishy wetness between my nether lips as I stood there in front of him afterwards rubbing my buns. Good call. Dangerous! But good.

Afterwards, when he could have just let it ride, Daddy made a joke about a pillow for me on the way home. That was smart. A joke like that sort of breaks the tension and was his way of letting us know that all is cool. David needlessly reminded him that there was more to come for me back home. Daddy responded with what I can only imagine was a multiple entendre. He said "So long as you take good care of her." One meaning is him encouraging David to spank me good and hard as a way of putting me in my place. Another was to spank me good and hard as it was clearly what I wanted. Yet another is that David should take good care of me sexually afterwards. The stronger and primary meaning was that he should be sure to care for me and not cross the line to being abusive with me, which is just soooooooo sweet!!!! I love having both my husband and my Daddy being so protective of me. But I truly believe the first meanings were intended as well.

It makes me both embarrassed and excited knowing that my Daddy now knows that I am a spanked wife. How can he not now imagine me naked across my husband's knee, getting my fanny whacked crimson before submitting in other more intimate ways? It's like trying to not imagine a giant pink elephant in the room! And would that imagining turn him on at all? And in his most secret imaginings will he imagine me across his own knee, naked and wriggling as he spanks me, pussy exposed (I can barely write that without my heart exploding), and then having his unholy way with me? Do Daddies even think of their grown daughters like that? If so, I would not expect most fathers to answer that question truthfully (nor should they!). Are there any anonymous Dad's out there who can tell me? No "stepdaughter" crap either. No cop outs. Post a comment as Anonymous. Tell us your deepest darkest secrets about your grown up pretty daughters (note the emphasis there!). You know I won't judge, and I won't even publish any judgy back-comments. Hell, I can admit to having exactly those fantasies about my Dad.

On a similar and somewhat uncomfortable vein, but it must be addressed, let's now turn to the delicate subject of my nephews. What did they witness and what did they make of it? Hard to know. They were grinning a bit. But they were also pretty embarrassed by the whole thing. Poor dears. I tried to reassure them that it was all in fun, but do they imagine that is something an abused wife might say to hide her embarrassment? No, they know me. They know I don't put up with shit. I can only imagine that they thought that if I was being spanked by my husband, it was only because I allowed it. At least I hope that was there impression. I do feel a bit guilty though, participating in projecting a patriarchal wife beating attitude in their formative male years. I think that next time we see them I will have to clear up a few things lest they be confused. Won't that be an embarrassing BDSM Birds 'n Bees talk: "Sometimes, boys, Aunties and Uncles like to spank one another's butts, for sexy fun time..." I do think it's my duty now, though. Sigh. Will have to think more about that approach. I need them not to be concerned that their favourite Aunt is a victim of domestic abuse (at least unwanted domestic abuse, 'cause I would get very consensually abused plenty more before the night was over!)

Ok, enough obsessive analysis of my evening. As a parting thought, though, I will tell you that it was an utterly unforgettable event, and reached a fever pitch of intensity that I have never, ever, experienced before. Just Wow. And I do not regret it in the least, and am even quite proud that I am married to a man, like my David, who knows what a woman sometimes needs and gives it to her regardless of whom is there to see it!

On to the car ride home...

So this I had worked out in advance. The seeds were planted several weeks ago, before any of this even came up. David and I were watching an episode of Mad Men (season 5 episode 2). It's a great show - I had seen it already a while ago, but David had not seen it at all so I was re-watching it with him. Megan, Don's second, much younger wife, threw him a surprise birthday party and Don did not appreciate it. Afterwards she was pissed off with him and let him know it. She also felt he was drifting away from her, so she took matters into her own hands:

Don: What are you doing?
Megan: I'm cleaning up, I don't want to get sweaty.
Don: Like that?
Megan: Don't you look at me!
Don: I'm talking to you.
Megan: I'm cleaning up!
Don: Really?
Megan: Stop looking at me. You're not allowed to look at me.
Don: Then put some clothes on.
Megan: I said stop it! You don't deserve it.
Don: Come on!
Megan: You don't like presents. You don't like nice things. Besides, you're too old. I don't need an old person. You probably couldn't do it anyway.
Megan: Don't!
Don: Get Up
Megan: No. I don't want people thinking you're getting this.
Don: You want it so badly.
Megan: I don't want it! I don't want you! You don’t get to have this. Go sit over there. All you get to do is watch.

Don forcibly grabs Megan by the hair, bends her back, kisses her hard, and they wind up having sex on the carpet.

So sexy! Of course, around here she would have gotten herself a spanking first, then the sex. But I was thinking about this scene when thinking about how to transition from family dinner to my spanking and sex at home. I wanted to be mean like Megan and force him to do it!

So we get into the car and close the doors. David is expecting that we will talk about the experience, or maybe keep the "butt slapping" roleplay going. Instead...

"What the HELL was that???" I asked him with a raised voice. I was super deadpan serious angry seeming.

"What?" he says, offended, reacting to my tone of voice. "It's what you wanted!" He practically yells at me. Sucker. Hook line and sinker.

"I WANTED one smack to my ass," I yell, "not to be hauled up off my feet and spanked in front of them! What the hell were you thinking???"

"I was going with the flow, you always tell me to. I thought you were liking it. You were acting that way anyways!"

"I was playing along with it, idiot, because it would have been even more fucking embarrassing not to!"

Oh yes, I laid it on THICK! I wanted him to be feeling all the emotions necessary to want to seriously spank his wife and command her complete sexual respect.

There was a chance he would think I was being serious. But he's smart. Much more likely he would suspect I was deliberately bratting, but, and key point, as I was not breaking character, he could not be 100% certain. He would need to take a chance. I wasn't going to give him an inch.

He tried to talk more but I just shut him down with insults and told him to shut up.

We walked into the house under a cloud.

"Do you want your spanking or not?" he asked me angrily. Ha! Weak.

"Don't you dare touch me," I said, "You think I want anything at all to do with you after your performance tonight? You need to have your fucking head examined."

"You have a safeword," he said. "Use it!"

Checkmate. He got me. There's no way around the sanctity of the safeword. I took an aggressive tack: "Fuck your stupid safeword! If you touch me I'll call the cops and charge you with assault!"

That was all he needed to hear. I would never call the cops on him. And he knew I must have loved my spanking-based shaming. Combine that with my refusal to use my safeword. He put two and two together.

Regardless, the insults and disrespect had gotten to him, game or no game, and he came after me. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me front first into the nearest wall with my face pinned sideways against it. He held me there as he unzipped my dress and started yanking it down.

"Don't you DARE TOUCH ME!" I screamed.

"You're going to get the beating of your life," he told me. Hmmmm! Music to my ears.

The dress came off and as it does he notices I have nothing on underneath.

"What the fuck, julie!" he said. "I might have pulled your dress up during your spanking like you asked me to! What were you thinking?"

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!" so ladylike.

He then literally picked me up and threw me across his shoulder. Oh giddy me. I pounded (pretty hard!) on his back with my fists and kicked my legs. He slapped my ass and I screamed at him angrily and swore (good thing our house is fully detached!)

He carried me over to the living room, and with one hand pulled out the spanking chair. He lifted me off himself, sat, and without my feet even touching the ground I was across his knee. Impressive!

"LET ME UP! YOU FUCKING LOSER!" there I go again.

Then his palm connected with my ass. So fucking hard! I had gotten him worked up for real. The hand spanking that followed was not gentle. He smacked the living bejesus out of my bottom cheeks!!! Without a doubt the hardest, fastest, most intense spanking I had ever experienced, anywhere, implements included. I initially started out by swearing at him, but decided I needed this spanking to stop, like now! So I changed my tune fast, and started begging him instead, and promising to be good, and saying I was sorry! What can I say? Effective behaviour modification for a wife having a temper tantrum!

But he just keeps going and going and I am getting and acting more and more frantic. Finally, after an eternity of having my bottom lit on fire he stops and lifts me up off his lap and onto my feet. I am crying and sniffling. He is still stern. He pushes me over to the corner and tells me to stand there, hands on my head, for the next thirty minutes to contemplate my behaviour. The scene is still playing out, but wildly out of control!

And I knew I wasn't done. My butt was so sore, but it needed to get sorer still. I really didn't want to, but I had no choice in the matter. Remember, I was carrying out Tim's punishment, and I was far from done. I needed to continue my bratting. I illustrated what I said next using Tim's now famous cartoon:

He hauled me out of the corner and right back down across his knee. My bare tits jiggled as they fell on the far side of his knee. He started right in again with my spanking! It was every bit as hard, and every bit as long as the previous spanking!!!! By the end I was just incoherently begging for my spanking to end! I did, though, have the presence of mind to ask for the next phase of my punishment: "Please Sir! Please! I'll do anything. ANYTHING! PLEASE!"

He stops spanking. "Anything?" He asks.

"Yes Sir," I answer. "Anything. Anything you want. I'll be good!"

"Alright then," he says, "let's see what kind of a lesson you've learned in respecting and obeying your husband." He gets me up off his lap and down onto my knees in front of him as he stands there. "Unzip my pants. Remove them," he says.

I do as my lord and master commands, and undress him from the waist down, removing his shoes and socks in the process. He is very hard.

"Put it in your mouth. Suck it. Hands behind your back. In it goes. Nice and deep."

Oh gosh! I put my hands behind my back, I open my mouth into a big round "O" and take his hard member deep into me. I go until I feel like it is choking me, pull out and then go back in again. The saliva is building in my mouth and I start using it to suck and slurp on his cock. He grabs me behind my head, holds me still, and then starts fucking my mouth! I have to just hold still with my mouth continuing to hold a fixed wide "O" as he moves himself in and out, harder, faster, and deeper.

"Do you like my cock in your mouth?" He asks as he momentarily pulls out.

"YES SIR! I love your cock in my mouth, Sir!"

"Good," he says, as he settles back in for another round of skull fucking me!

He finally stops and pulls out of me. I stay in position, out of breath, saliva dripping from my mouth, my jaw sore from holding my mouth rigidly open in the "O" shape for my mouth fucking.

He goes to his discarded pants pocket and pulls out two condom packs and hands them to me. "Put these both on me. I don't want to blow my load in your cunt while I'm pounding you."

His words excite me. Oh God my ass is so sore! I open each condom package in turn and slide them onto him one at a time. He lifts me by my hair (! Mad Men !) and roughly bends me over the spanking chair. I am sideways to it with my elbows down on the seat and my legs straight. He kicks my legs apart to spread them. He does something behind me (taking his shirt off). He walks back to me in between my legs. He spreads me a bit wider. He puts the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I am wet for him already. He pushes into me and I moan. He grabs my hips and starts pounding my cunt, good and hard! Like any good pussy pounding, it feels amazing and it hurts and it's exhausting all at the same time! His cock is hitting me nicely in there. Too soon it is over and he pulls out.

He removes his condoms and throws them on the carpet (my carpet! bad time to say anything...). "Let's see how obedient you are." He says. He makes me kneel beside the chair. He gets in there where I was and bends over. "Grab my ass cheeks, pull them apart, and lick my asshole," he says.

Oh nuts. I've never done this before. My rational mind says I've had him do this to me countless times. Well, just bite the bullet. I part his cheeks exposing his asshole. I put my face in there, stick out my tongue, and start licking his anus. Oh Gross! How can I describe it? It's like, pungent? Astringent maybe? But as I keep licking the more unpleasant taste goes away. How demeaning!

"Side to side," he says, "then up and down, and around and around." He has deliberately taken a page from my book. That is how I usually command him when I make him do it. I know what is coming. "Now spread me wide, stick it in. Nice and deep. Now wiggle it around in there. In and out. Come on, show some enthousiasm or it's back across my knee." I redouble my efforts and let my tongue go wild back there. In for a penny in for a pound! I push my tongue deep up his butt. I feel the muscles of my tongue straining to push it in as deep as I possibly can. This wife is NOT interested in another spanking right now!

He stands up and turns to face me. "What a good little ass licker you are," he says to me. His cock is rock hard, seemingly agreeing with his words.

"Run upstairs. Don't walk, run. Bring down the lube. Go!"

Oh Shit. I knew it was coming. My ass fucking! I run upstairs. How demeaning to have to run fetch your very own lubrication for your very own ass fucking? I also grab a towel from the bathroom. Mu carpet!

I come down and give him both.

"Are you FUCKING nagging me about the carpet, woman?" He asks me.

Oh Shit! Am I going to get another spanking???

"No Sir! No Sir! I thought you would want it Sir!"

He tells me to lay it out on the carpet and to kneel on it. He tells me to lube his cock. I do a thorough job. He then tells me to lube my own asshole. You know how embarrassing it is to have to lube your own asshole for a fucking? A night of humiliations for me. Thanks TIM!

He makes me get down on my knees and elbows and raise my ass up. He fingers my asshole, shoving his digit up in there. He pulls it out and spanks my sore ass a few times. Then he shoves his finger back into me and gives me a finger fucking. He pulls out and smacks me some more. Ouch. Then it's two of his fingers into me, and I get finger fucked in the ass like that.

Once he has deemed me sufficiently loose for him, he kneels behind me on one knee and brings the tip of his rock hard penis to the entrance of my back passage. "Reach behind and spread your cheeks," he tells me. Oh Groan. My head is on the ground as I reach behind myself and spread wide for him. "Beg me for your ass fucking," he tells me. Humiliating.

"Please Sir, please fuck my naughty ass and shoot your hot creamy sperm into me." See? I know how to ask nicely for things.

He starts pushing into me. Fuck it's big! He gets the tip in and I am grimacing in pain. "Owwww! Ouchy!" I say. He pauses there. "Relax," he says. I try to. It helps if you pretend to go to the bathroom. I do that and it relaxes a bit. "How are you doing?" he asks. "Good Sir," I say. "That's good, 'cause your Daddy told me to take good care of you and I intend to." Oh My Gosh! Don't talk about my Daddy when your cock is halfway into my ass!!!! Actually, on seconds thoughts, do! My mind flashes to it being my Daddy behind me with his cock in my ass. Oh yes, please! I vocalize, "please, please fuck your little girl in her ass..."

David plays along (he knows all about my secret hidden Daddy fantasies), "you've been a very naughty little girl, julie, disrespecting your husband in public. This is what naughty little girls deserve," and with that he pushes his cock deeper into me. "Arghhh!" It's so big. It's splitting me. "Breathe!" he tells me. I do, I breathe and I push back on him and make to go like I'm in the bathroom and it slides in deeper. Oh fuck! "Breathe!" he orders me again. I start breathing faster through my mouth. It's getting easier to take. He pushed into me some more and gives a satisfied sound as he drives it in to the hilt. His cock is buried Balls Deep into my asshole! I wiggle around on it, trying to get as comfortable as I can with the massive intrusion.

He holds me by the hips and slides out a bit and then back in. He is keeping it Balls Deep. Now he starts with a rhythm. Each time he pulls out a bit farther and then pushes back in to the hilt. "Oh Oh Oh Oh" I am saying as he thrusts. It IS painful, no doubt, but not unbearable. I think about my blog, and about my men on the blog who I play with, and am imagining it is each of them in my husband's place, fucking Strict Julie's ass Balls Deep.

I can feel David's intensity rise as he violently slams his cock into my ass and cums into me as deeply as he possibly can. FUCK!

He pulls out. "Stay there," he says. He goes off to the kitchen and I hear the water on. He comes back out with a washcloth and cleans off his no doubt shitty (blush!) wife (I did prepare!). He lies down next to me and gathers me into his arms.

"Red!" I say, exhausted.

He laughs at me. "Finally!" he says. "You were messing with me before, right?"

"Of course I was, silly. You know what I needed."

We turn towards each other and kiss deeply. His tongue in my mouth excites me. Reminds me of other places it can go...

"Lick me?" I ask him. I am feeling very horny!

"yes," he says.

I push him onto his back and I mount his face, facing down his body. His tongue immediately starts lapping at my pussy. Oh that's so nice! He sucks on my lips, nips me, shoves his tongue all around and into my vag, and circles up to my clit. I am ready! It does not take long. Talk about a Speedy Gonzalez! I rise to a peak and cum very, very quickly by my own standards.

He moves his licking away from my clit and nibbles on my labia as I recover. This girl's not done yet! When I start grinding into him some more he knows to intensify, and starts licking all around my vaginal opening and then makes it back to my clit. Maybe a couple of minutes max later I cum a second time.

I lift off slightly and he backs off. I hold myself just so far away that only the longest flicks of his tongue can reach me. Then I fall back down onto him, crushing his face and grinding into him as he intensifies his licking. Another minute or two and I cum again, riding these waves after waves of pleasure. Three is usually my limit, but not today! I keep at it. Before we are done, I have two more under my belt. Today it is is record-setting five in a row. Just a fucking constant wave of pleasure!

I move to get up, but he holds me there. "Wait, he says." No. Not six! But he parts my ass cheeks and he starts licking at my bumhole. I can suddenly feel that I am wet back there. His sperm must be dribbling out of me. Oh dear! He licks and laps at his own sperm, and cleans me out with his tongue. Oh my! I lick my fingers and drop them to my clit. I touch in an exploratory sort of way. His tongue in my asshole, sucking his own hot wet cum out of it, my fingers flicking my clit and rubbing. Oh yes! Six is in sight! He licks and tongue fucks furiously at my asshole as I flick my clit leading to, yes, a personal best and Olympic record SIX in a row!

Hmmm... just realized, SIX public smacks, SIX orgasms, hmmmm, coincidence?
So fucking hot. BEST night of my life!

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Saturday, February 17

Spanked in front of the Family!

Oh Gosh! Tomorrow is the day!!! I might receive a spanking in front of my entire family as described in julie to be Publicly Spanked???.

Thank you to Glenmore for the image!

I've been having fun with this all week, anticipating the naughtiness of it all and being mercilessly teased (per request!) about it on my previous blog entry (you need to read all the comments if you have not already done so, they are so much fun and blushy). Even had the honour of Glenmore illustrating his take on the scene (see image above), and Mitch from All Things Spanking doing a blog entry for me as well (he chose the image below). Thank you 'fellas!

Mitch chose my shower scene self-timer shot to illustrate his blog entry.
Such a big bottom!!! That's what my husband has to work with.
Can you just imagine that wriggling and reddening across your knee!

The scene will take place tomorrow, Sunday evening. Monday is a holiday here in Ontario, so I will have all day to write it up. David will wonder what I am doing up there on the computer. "Work" I will tell him. He will think I am so virtuous!

Stay tuned, and fasten your seatbelts!

Saturday, February 10

julie to be Publicly Spanked???

Yes, you heard it here first, I fully intend to get my bottom publicly spanked by my husband in front of practically my whole family!!!! Ok, not really spanked, David agreed to one smack on my ass, and then to say something that strongly implies more once he gets me home. But in front of everybody!

In my last femsub post someone pointed out that the number of these types of posts has been increasing (and someone else even did the math for me proving it). They were worried I will become completely subby. I like to look at it as becoming more balanced, as it is not yet 50-50. But yes, this is another femsub post. If you're looking for femdom, I just described an amazing roleplay my husband and I carried out in Babysitter Role Played x2.

But back to the matter at hand. I have a certain, ahem, duty to perform based on a previous blog entry Are Women Just Wired to be Submissive? A blog follower, Tim, got the better of me in an email exchange of dommyness, and required a punishment for me as a result.

In truth, in letting him know by email that I posted the above blog entry, in a momentary flight of folly I also begged Tim (a true gentleman) to please post a comment indicating exactly what he would do to me if I were his to do with as he pleased. I gave him carte blanche to be as rude and as filthy as he wanted with me.

In fact, these types of comments excite me greatly when I am feeling submissive. They feel very personal. The writer imagining himself having his very dominant way with me. Him actually picturing me, the real me (I have many nude and very exposed photos posted). I feel very violated in a personal and tummy churning way. It feels very submissive to be inviting these sorts of imaginings. For whatever reason, in r/l I have always attracted male attention. This means I am always rejecting men's advances. The idea that there is a universe, here on this blog, where any man at all can have his way with me... oh my. But I shamefacedly must admit that I get wet imagining these strange men, regardless of their age or appearance, having their dommy way with me here, publicly in the comment section of my blog, and me having to be polite and submissive and even thank them for it. Such a slut...

Tim really put me through my paces in his comment, with HIM doing it all to me. At the end, he pivoted in a gentlemanly way and instructed me that my husband must stand in for him for my punishment. This punishment, which needed to be completed within four weeks, would consist of a pair of very hard hand spankings across my husband's knee ("good solid hand smacks as you know only a man can deliver"); corner time between my two spankings; and then various sexual favours of a most humiliating kind afterwards.

I get so hot writing that. Knowing that I will actually be going across my husband's knee for a very hard hand spanking!!! Imagining a light spanking does not do it for me. It needs to be hard and real. Oh golly...

Tim's victory over me was as a result of a clever cartoon he sent that included customized captions that got my imagination going and my pussy tingling!

Poor girl. All submissive sex appeal. Well-spanked across her husband's knee for her impertinence and stood in the corner like a child. Then for being just a little snippy, despite having already been spanked to tears, would still be given another even harsher lesson across her strict husband's knee, regardless of the state her poor bum is already in. She would learn to be obedient and respectful to the man of the house. Afterwards, once she has been thoroughly mastered, she will be required to perform whatever demeaning sexual acts her man pleases, and little miss redbum certainly would obey!

I really knew I was beaten when I propped up the cartoon, used my dildo in my pussy, and rubbed my clit imagining I was being dealt with as if I was the girl in that cartoon.

Regarding the cartoon's involvement in my punishment, Tim ordered me as follows.
You will show David the cartoon and tell him how you have been fantasizing about it. I will provide you with the raw cartoon without captions. You may then use your own captions or come up with a story of your own, as long as it about a woman trying to be dommy and the tables being turned on her.
So I was required to go to my husband with the cartoon, customized myself my own way, tell him I found it on the Internet, got excited by it, and masturbated to orgasm imagining it was me (all true!). I then needed to ask him to make it come true for me, and end it with with the rude and submissive sex that Tim required.

The sex afterwards was to include a hands behind my back deep "face-fucking grade" blowjob for him; a hard pussy fucking for me bent over the back of my spanking chair; an anal rimming for him (i.e., my tongue on and in his butthole!); and then an ass fucking (with hot sperming) for me. Oh Blush! Tim only required that I do one of these four things, but being an over-the-top kind of gal I asked permission to do all four. I wasn't intending to "get the better" of Tim, as a commenter suggested, I just thought it was an appropriately submissive thing for a naughty slut like me to ask for. Tim was considering adding on a belt whipping for me from my husband for my sluttish impertinence, but decided there were enough activities as it was already. Phew! David would positively sizzle my ass with his belt if I asked him to, so I'm glad Tim did not go there.

The public spanking of the blog title is something I inexplicably added on as I thought of what changes I would make to the cartoon. I needed to change Tim's original cartoon captions because they referred to things happening on the blog that would make no sense to David. So I needed to change it to something more generic and that might apply to he and I. I 'kinda racked my brain and then got an idea that made me blush and tingle even more. Let me start by showing you what I did with the cartoon.

Tee hee! I don't know what possessed me.  I changed it to this and decided I would tell him that I found it "as is" on the Internet (note, he does not know me as "julie", so there was no "coincidence" there). I was casting around for dommy things I might try that would motivate David to turn the tables on me (that was a requirement from Tim), and this was what came to mind: I intended to give him a "spank" on the seat of his pants as we were wrapping up the next Sunday night family dinner, and that David would take exception to that, and that is what would set off my subby "real life" roleplay with him.

My intention, furthermore, was to ask him to pull me to him then and there, say we needed a "discussion" about wives smacking their husbands' bottoms whenever they felt like it, and then have him give me a public "spank" and then tell me that there was more "discussion" coming once he got me home. Family dinner usually includes my Mom and my Dad, my older sister Sue, and from time to time my younger sister and her husband, and their three boys (who positively love their fun and free Aunt Julie, much to their mother's displeasure). Such a dinner, including younger sister and her family, will be taking place on Feb 18th. I am blushing now imagining going through with this. Right in front of my nephews and my Daddy! But also oddly proud that they will see me gently but soundly dominated by my wonderful husband.

What brought it to mind was that you could imagine the girl in the cartoon is in sort of a swimsuit, and I once got perilously close to having to show off reddened buns in a cheek baring swimsuit in front of my family! It was at the family cottage last summer. I deliberately put on a very skimpy bikini, and sunned my buns out on the deck in front of the boys.

Because of my younger sister's dirty looks, and my nephew's and their father's reaction, my husband felt the need to come over to me and actually "have a discussion" with me about it. He patted my bare ass cheek possessively in front of everybody and whispered in my ear that if I don't put on a more appropriate swimsuit, he'd take me to our bedroom, spank me, and then send me back out in my skimpy little suit! That made me blush and cover up with my towel and quick march back into the cottage to put on more appropriate swimwear lest he carry out his whispered threat. Does not sound like David? Oh it does! He can be quite "in control" when I am not scening him.

Anyways, that whole episode at the family cottage stuck in my craw I guess, and being genuinely embarrassed like that, and coming "so close" to an imagined spanking like that, well, the memory of it surfaced and inspired me as I doctored up the cartoon. The natural reaction to him getting his buns smacked in front of the whole family was to do likewise to me, to teach me a lesson and let me, and everybody, know who's the man of the house (>gush<).

My husband agreed to carry it out only very reluctantly (advised me not to, in fact), but in the end agreed, and I am sure he will get a big kick out of it (as I am sure will all my family members who witness it, except my younger sister who will take offense at me regardless).

Anyhoo, I doctored the cartoon and got it onto my iPad, and showed it to David.

I snuggled up to David on the couch and said "Look at this that I found on the interweb" (that's what my Dad calls it). "I masturbated to it," I added guiltily.

"Naughty girl!" he said on cue, and added, admiring the cartoon, "she's got quite the spanked bum."

"Read the captions," I told him. He did so.

"I guess she got the tables turned on her," he said. That's what I said!

"Can we act it out?" I asked him.

"Who's the girl, me or you?" he asked. A fair question. Ha ha!

"I want to be the girl this time," I answered him.

"Well ok, but her bum looks pretty sore, and she still has another coming..." he teased.

"I want a sore bum from you," I said. "Super sore!"

"Ask and you shall receive," he said with a grin. "Right now?"

"No, later. I imagine that she smacked her husband's bum at something like family dinner, and then he gave her a swat back right there in front of everybody and told her they would 'discuss' it more at home. We have family dinner coming up next week, so right after that, ok?"

"Right, but we'll just imagine that part happened, right?" he asked, strongly suspecting I had something else in mind!

"Noooo," I whined, "that needs to be part of it. It needs to be real!"

"That's a bad idea, Julie," he persisted.

"What? I won't smack you that hard..." I said provocatively.

"It's not me I'm worried about," he said.

"I don't mind if you give me a little smack on my bum in front of Mom and Dad, it's cute," I offered.

"AND your nephews? Your little sister and your brother-in-law? Really?" he added.

"Don't forget Sue, she won't mind - she might even join in," I said coquettishly.

"I'm not worried about Sue," he said, getting a bit more exasperated. "In fact, you should be worried about Sue having a 'discussion' with you on inappropriately involving your family. With me too! No, I admit that's the fun part. I'm worried your younger sister will freak the fuck out." - Freak the Fuck Out - yeah...

"Oh let her!" I said. "Please! Just one smack and one promise of more to come. Please!"

"No," he said, "you've given your nephews enough bedtime dreams as it is."

"Come on, we do all sorts of crazy shit with you, you can do this for me," I cajoled, with a pout.

"It's not smart to involve your family like this, you'll regret it." he said reasonably. But the fact he said that "I'll regret it" meant he was softening. I pressed on!

"Oh come on, you involved my family already, at the lake. You know how hot that made me. Please!" I cajoled.

"At the lake it was you who came out in a bikini that made your nephew's eyes bulge out of their skulls! All I did was send you in to change."

"No. You also patted my ass in front of everybody before you did, and made me blush by whispering I'd get a spanking if I didn't," I rebutted.

"True," he admitted.

"Just one smack, on the seat of my panties," I said, going in for the kill now that I had him off balance.

"No! Absolutely not. I can agree to one smack over your skirt. A long skirt!" He insisted. Ha! Sucker! I went "past the sale", negotiating assuming the one smack was a given.

"Fine. But will you bend me over a little? Like, wrap your arm around my waist, hold me close, and bend me over a little for my smack?" I asked.

"For you, anything."

tee hee, I got what I wanted. Over my panties would have been too much. Not "fun" anymore. Too sexual. A little smack on the seat of my dress (I would wear a tight one. Ha!) sounded just fun and flirty enough, but would still have the effect of making my cheeks flush red with embarrassment!

But I admit in my deeper pervy heart that this is what I really wanted...

I want to be pulled over by my man. Upended under his arm. My dress pulled up, my panties ripped off. In front of everybody!

My wet pussy and tight little bottom hole on full display for my public spanking as an object lesson from my man. A woman properly taught her place for all to see.

Gawking nephews, laughing sister, scandalized sister, leering brother-in-law, Mom (blush), and, of course, Daddy smiling knowing his little girl was in good hands... ohhhhh. Imagine Daddy seeing that view of me!

A commenter on the last blog post suggested that an appropriate punishment for an incestuous cocktease like me would be that after my spanking that Sue would tie me up, bend me over, and let my Dad fuck me in any hole he pleases.

Would he fuck me in the ass for the novelty and the punishment aspect, or would he want to experience his daughter's fully waxed, hot, tight, wet pussy? SHUT the FUCK UP, julie, you total perverted slutazoid! (I swear I share too much on this blog!)

Actually, I was just looking for an innocent image to illustrate the standing bent under his arm position I had in mind when I came across these gems from Kami Tora and it got my juices flowing!

"Ok, so," I said, dragging David to his feet. "I sneak up to you and give you a smack on your ass." I matched action to words. "And then you chase me a bit, pull me under your arm, and give me a smack on the seat and say that we'll continue this 'discussion' at home, ok?" I asked excitedly. "Try it..."

He hardly had to move while I deked, trying to escape, and easily reached out and grabbed my arm. He spun me under his right arm just like in the image. He held me there a bit as I struggled. Oh Gawd! This would be soooo humiliating!!!! Then he gave me one good smack on my jeans and said, "more of that to come when I get you home, young lady."

"How was that?" he asked as he released me.

"good..." I said a bit breathlessly.

"Are you still sure you want that, in front of everybody?" He asked again, smiling.

"Yes! It needs to be real." I said pleadingly. "I want them all to know I'm yours. Just, you have to say that we're going to 'discuss this more back home', ok? To go with the cartoon..."

"Sometimes I really do think you're OCD," he teased regarding my penchant for role play detail, which we discussed after our last scene. "I'll say 'discussion'," he agreed.

I took him back to the couch and had him sit, and then I sat on his lap facing him and said, "Then when we get home you put me across your knee and give me a for-real hand spanking. Like, really really hard, for trying to domme you. Hard and long as you want. I want to feel what it's like to learn a lesson from you!" I was giddy with excitement.

"And then corner time, ok?" I continued, "just like in the cartoon. And then I'll be sassy like in the cartoon and it's right back across your knee for round two. You don't let me get away with anything."

"Got it," he said, "Safewords?"

"Just Red, I don't need Yellow," I promised.

"If you say so," he replied.

"But it needs to be real. You have to really punish me," I emphasized.

"Yes, I get it already, it'll be hard as I can make it with my hand," he said, getting a little exasperated with my insistence on this point!

"And afterwards..." I teased.

"Yessss..." he answered.

"Afterwards," I said, snuggling even closer to him and lowering my voice, "I want to be sexually dominated by you. Make me suck your cock. Face fuck me deep. Then put on a couple of condoms or something to make you last and fuck my pussy raw. Bend me right over the back of the spanking chair and fuck me hard."

"My pleasure," he said.

"Then after that I want you to take off the condoms and fuck me in my ass and cum into me like that. But before that... make me lick your ass. Bend over and make me stick my tongue in like I do to you. I've never experienced it from that end. You want to?"

"That's a lot of things," he said, laughing at me, "I'm not sure I'll remember them all, but I'll try!"

I've never done an ass licking before. So humiliating even contemplating it just now. Imagine if my family knew that part of my punishment was to have to lick his ass. Thanks TIM! They will probably be vividly imagining my spanking, my cocksucking, and my pussy fucking. But probably not me licking his ass, or him asserting his dominance over me with his cock pounding my ass and spunking into me (or maybe they will...)

So there it is. All setup for next Sunday evening as Per Tim's orders.

What do you guys think? Is this totally nuts? Oh, and please let the teasing start. As you now know, it makes me cream my panties (when I'm wearing any, that is ;-)

Monday, February 5

Babysitter Role Played x 2

Finally! Have you ever had this idea for a scene and then had to wait, like, forever until you could get to do it? And then even longer to write it all up and publish it! What between his evenings booked up and mine, and then business travel for him (practically a whole week of crying into my pillow alone at night). Finally we were able to play! Yay! And finally I've finished the write-up as well.

But this roleplay also turned out to be fun and special for a different reason. Mistress Violet, our fave Pro Domme in the city of Toronto and I did twinsie roleplays! (you can see my link to her in the sidebar). A blog reader (so far anonymous) contacted her and asked her to play out the exact scene I described, pointing her to my blog. She initially let me know via a comment and I subsequently emailed her asking for some detes! Her original comment that some of you might have missed was:
Mst Violet Mays - 30 January 2018 at 17:16

Hi Julie,

As you know I swing by your blog from time to time, but this time I had a client request a session based on this very same role play scene. Living in a FLR is the dream, but hiring a Pro might be second best ;)

Anyway, we pretty much played out this exact scenario, steering clear of diaper play and bi-scenes. I love the Mad Men-esque vibe, and as I got to play babysitter, I went with a light pink dress & chocolate brown cardigan with puffy shoulders. Soft pink heels and pink stockings. Very innocent but put together in a strict way.

We had a timeout in the corner, hairbrush spanking on the bottom, and then yes we did the soap in the mouth! I picked out a cucumber soap from a health food store as I just had a feeling that would be the safest, and I also soaked the bar in warm water for 15 minutes before - thanks to a comment from one of your readers - which helped with the suds. I also made sure to put the cream in the fridge - very fun when applied to a sore and rosy bottom!

Let me know when you've done the scene with your boy and we can compare notes.

Violet Mays
Is that not the coolest thing ever? That we all inspired a reader to go hire Mistress Violet, and that Mistress Violet did her research on our blog and our comments, and then acted it out with this guy. Do we know you, sir? Have you ever commented before? I hope you drop us a comment here, even if it is anonymously!

I immediately emailed Violet asking how it went and if she could share anything more that I could publish. She came back with the following:
Dear Julie,

My client did indeed ask for this specific blog entry to be acted out, with free reign to take or leave what comments I wished. I decided to follow your lead based on your responses, as this gentleman is obviously quite enamoured of your style. The session was fabulous and really I turn to your blog in this regard. I was able to read through the blog in order to dig deeper into the psyche of both the david character and the babysitter. And because of the number of comments, I was also able to imagine severe parallel possible outcomes for the scene (diaper play, the father's role, etc.) which were then thwarted by your desire to have such a strict 1950's scenario.

The standing facing the wall position with arms bent into underpants which I carried out - hilarious yet evil. Someone especially conniving came up with that one at some point in human history. Washing his mouth out with soap made me feel simultaneously squeamish, fascinated, and sadistic. There was no way that I was not going to do it, but I thought a visit to a health food store was needed. Something that only a vegan, environmentalist hippy would use on their skin is the only thing for internal mouth washing! (or so my mind decided)

We did include a strapping, and it was quite magical. When I asked my client for the number of straps, AFTER I had already soundly strapped him, it was my way of checking in to see how he was doing. 50 straps! My ears tingled, the corners of my mouth turned upwards. I ran my hand over his cheeks and settled into a methodical, hard strapping. Enjoying each movement, each forceful unfolding of my arm onto his bottom, was a conscious one. I enjoyed taking my time, and knowing that he and I were both there for the journey. And yes I got wet between my lips and my whole pelvic area stirred as I knelt beside him. The pleasures derived specifically from sadism are intense and delicious.

Thank you for your naughty, smart brain and for your commitment to perverse fun.

~ Mistress Violet ~
Sensual Sessions with a Dominant Woman, Toronto
Is that not so exciting? It is! All you readers that are in Toronto or can travel here, I highly recommend you save your pennies and book your own "Strict Julie" experience with Mistress Violet. You could even indicate which of my blog entries most fascinates you and negotiate a scene based on that. And then please email me and tell us all about it!

Well, of course I was hyper-enthousiastic for my scene with david after this. When he was away I ran aspects of my babysitter scene past him by email and he loved it (though he admitted to being very nervous about his mouth soaping!). He was kept well-teased while away from me as a result. I kept back some of the extra ideas from the comments as a surprise for him.

The first thing I did was to go to the Winner's to buy him his too-small tightey-whitey underpants. He normally wears an XL brief, bordering on an L. I went M. I was wanting something a bit uncomfortable and embarrassing for him to be in when the babysitter exposes him. As if his Mother buys him his underwear still, and does not realize how much her boy has grown, and he is too shy to make a point.

Only one step away from having those lowered for his spanking!

By the time the appointed evening had come, I had everything prepared, including the implements, where they were placed, the soap, my outfit, his undies, everything! I had even purchased some sticky-tape hooks, and put one up on the inside of our hall closet where I hung my tawse. It's a bit out of the way. It's not guaranteed that all visitors will see it, but some may. It's staying there!

He had been away from me for too long (on a business trip that spanned the weekend). On his first night back in bed we kissed and cuddled and teased one another, but deliberately did not have sex to keep our excitement high. We spoke about the babysitter roleplay and we agreed we'd do it the evening of the very next day. In the morning I gave him his little briefs to wear.

"A little small!" he complained as he pulled them on. Ha ha! ALL DAY LONG!

I made sure to get home before him, and I prettied myself up and changed into my 1950's teenaged babysitter outfit. Soft yellow cardigan sweater, grey calf-length skirt, off-white blouse, stockings and heels. That's how I greeted him as he came home and I went right into our roleplay.

I asked him about school and he played along. I told him to go upstairs to get washed up for dinner. "Don't go into my room!" I called after him as he headed upstairs. Of course, this was his signal to do just that! I had prepared a little overnight bag, on the right side of which I had a pair of slightly sexy panties folded and placed just so. Is that not true commitment to a scene? Going so far as to pack a bag for realism? No half-measures from this gal!

david knew the premise of our roleplay, so, being such a naughty perverted little imp, he did sneak into my room as I was preoccupied with my dinner preparations, and did gosh knows what (but I would find out) with my panties!
[For the rest of the blog, I'll narrate our scene from the point of view of the babysitter telling her story. It will be action-wise exactly as it happened, but I cannot vouch for the exact words we used, as I am recreating everything I remember now as I write, but I won't bother you with that anymore and just do the best I can to remember without further comment. While it was all pure make-believe roleplay, there is much truth in roleplay, and you should keep front of mind that we in fact acted out every last detail of what you will read below, and that is for real! ]
I had a simple, childish meal prepared for him: some fish sticks and a glass of milk. I thought he would like that and it was easy to prepare. After dinner I asked about his homework, and he said he had none. So I gave him permission to watch television for one hour.

This is when I went upstairs to my room. I went to my overnight bag and immediately saw that my things were disturbed. A pair of my panties in particular. They were folded differently than when I had left them, and they had been moved within the bag. The rest of the bag looked untouched. There was nobody else in the house, and I am very fastidious about my things. There was no question that my young charge had taken out and handled my panties. I blushed a bit and was embarrassed, as the panties he had handled were somewhat of a more frivolous and sexy nature than is my practice, and the thought that he had ogled them and done Goodness Knows What with them was humiliating to me.

I am not the kind of person who will let something like that slide. There would be High Holy Heck to pay, I was determined! His parents left me in charge. I saw it as my responsibility as his babysitter to get the truth out of him and to punish him appropriately to make sure he would never ever do something like this again. I took the pair of panties and headed back downstairs to confront him. I walked to the TV, shut it off, and told him we needed to have a talk. I brought him over to the kitchen counter, sat him down, and then held out the panties for him to see.

"Do you recognize these?" I asked him.

I could see his face flush pink as he stammered, "".

I gave him a bit of silence as I stared daggers at him, and continued, "so you didn't go into my room just now, go through my bag, and handle these panties?"

"No, of course not," he said, "I would never..."

"david, I'm a very fastidious person. Do you know what that means, 'fastidious'?" I asked calmly, patiently.

"neat?" he said.

"That's right, david, very good. In this case it means I know exactly how I packed my bag, what I put where, and how I folded my clothes. This pair of panties was folded differently, and was moved slightly in my bag. I ask again, was it you?" I repeated.

"no... I... no..." he said.

"Stand up david," I said, "face me." He did so and I stood in front of him. "So you swear it wasn't you?" I asked him looking deeply into his eyes.


Before he could get another word out I slapped him HARD across his face! There was huge CRACK followed by dead silence. He reached for his punished cheek with his hand and looked like he was about to cry.
[For the record, I LOVE slapping a man across the face like that, good and hard! So empowering. I highly recommend it. Make sure any glasses are off and that you whip the tightly held together fingertips of your open hand across his cheek. Put some velocity into it. He can take it! In this case he knew that he had one more coming. We had agreed on 2 slaps followed by some kind of unpleasant timeout until he would admit the truth. He was committed!]
I spoke again, calmly and softly. "Face me again david. Put your hands down at your sides. I ask you again, were you in my room going through my things?"

The reaction on him was priceless. You could tell he really wanted to tell me the truth right then, but somehow he just could not do so.

Instead he said, "you must have made a mistake..."

SLAP! Right across his other cheek. I could see his cheeks roseying up. He cowered away from me.

"Are you going to admit the truth?" I demanded of him.

"Please don't hit me again!" he said, pathetically. "It wasn't me! You could have made a mistake. You could have!"

He stood there fearing another slap. Instead I sighed and reached out for his ear. He flinched away from me as my arm went out, but I got a hold of his ear and then walked him over to the wall.

"Take all your clothes off," I said, "except for your underpants."

"Why?" he whined at me.

SLAP! I gave him an extra slap to reinforce who was in charge.

"Because I'm your babysitter and I'm in charge of you when your parents are away, and you will do as you're told unless you'd care to add 'disobedience' to your list of misbehaviours today? What did your parents tell you would happen if you disobeyed me? What did they say I could do?"

"give me a s...s...sp...sp...spanking..." he stammered out, because his parents had indeed given me that power and more.

"More than just a spanking, young man, a good hard strapping. They showed me exactly where they hang your punishment strap in the front hall closet. Do you doubt that I will use it on you if I have to?"

"No Ma'am".

"No Ma'am, indeed, young man. Now get those clothes off and we'll get to the bottom of this mess."

david reluctantly started pulling off his clothes. First his socks, then his pants. He turned away from me and took off his shirt, folding his clothes and placing them on a nearby chair. I could see his big bottom straining the seat of his tightey-whitey underpants.

"I'll have to tell your mother to buy you some new underpants, young man, you seem to have grown out of those. Now turn around and face me."

He turned to face me, keeping his hands crossed in front of his crotch.

"Oh my goodness!" I said, seeing his underpants-tenting erection despite his efforts to conceal it. "Stop touching yourself and put your hands at your sides," I commanded. While not poking out completely so as to bare it, his large erection obscenely tented the front of his underpants. "You are a little pervert is what you are," I stated. "Now, one more time, did you go into my room without  my permission and rummage around in my suitcase?"

"no... I didn't... I swear!" I guess he was hoping against hope that I would doubt myself, or be unable to prove he did anything and let him off the hook. He did not know whom he was dealing with.

"Fine," I said. "You've left me no choice in the matter. Now we're going to to do something to get the truth out of you once and for all. It's something I once saw my Mother do to my little brother when he would not admit to a sin. He didn't last five minutes before admitting to the truth. We'll see how long it takes you."

I took him again by the ear and made him kneel facing the wall right down onto his haunches. I told him to put one arm into his underpants down to the elbow, and then the other. I made him bring his hands together in a prayer and told him to keep praying with his fingertips touching his chin. I then lifted him by the ear and told him to stand up straight and put his nose against the wall, fingertips at his chin. He stood slowly and as he did so I adjusted the backs of his underpants into the crack of his bottom. He grimaced and wiggled as the taught material cut into his ass crack, against his anus, against his perineum, compressing his testicles and his penis.

"You will stand like that, straight as an arrow, facing the wall, praying to Our Dear Lord that He will have you see the light and admit your sins. I am prepared to wait as long as is necessary until that happens. If we reach midnight, I'll send you to bed, and we'll start again in the morning. Now I will go and tidy up in the kitchen, and then I'll come back and ask you again if you care to share the truth with me. If I catch you with your hands lowered in the least, or stooped over at all, I will be counting that as disobedience. If that happens, you will continue your praying, but bent over for a strapping, and then you'll find yourself right back here again but showing off a very red pair of legs and bottom cheeks. My brother had to be strapped once for stooping, I strongly suggest you don't let that happen to you."
[This timeout position was suggested by j.stern in his comment, and it was picked up both by Mistress Violet and me. Thank you sterny! The hands in prayer lent a religious aspect to it and so I played off the Catholic notions of sin and repentance. I introduced "my mother" into it, because where else would an innocent young lady dream up such a thing? I was imagining I was this girl as I was doing this to him.
Strict and no-nonsense and religiously pious. Nothing "sexual" in this. Just some good old fashioned pain and humiliation until he spoke the truth, as her own mother did to her brother under similar circumstances - her being a witness increasing his desire to tell the truth and end his humiliation - extreme circumstances calling for extreme measures - performing penance until the spirit moved him to confess his sins and repent. david reported that the undersized undies made the wedgy particularly painful, but that the intense pressure on his testicles was the really unpleasant part! ouch...]
I walked away and left him there like that while I tidied the kitchen. I called out, "don't think I won't be checking up on you, young man, nice and straight, fingertips at your chin." I did peek in once after that. He was well in position, his underpants completely disappeared into his crack and the material stretching to a skinny rope cutting into him painfully.

After I was done tidying I went back to him and said, "turn around and face me. Keep your hands where they are."

He turned and faced me, staying straight with his hands in prayer. While it looked painful from the back, the view from the front was even worse. I could clearly see the outline of his compressed penis and testicles. The skin to the sides of his scrotal sac was squeezed out the sides of his underpants. The material taught as a rope cutting deeply into his taint. He was grimacing in testicular pain as he strove to keep straight and avoid the strap from me and extended timeout.

"Are you ready to tell me the truth, young man?" I asked.

"yes ma'am..." he said, pitifully.

"Did you go into my room without permission, go through my bag, and handle my underwear?"

"yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am." Finally!

"Lower your arms and adjust your underpants back to where they should be," I said. Now that's how to get the truth out of a naughty little liar. Momma sure knows best.

"Come with me," I told him gently. I was not angry, I was more concerned for his behaviour and wanted to get to the bottom of it. I had a taken a class on child psychology at the College (I am going for a primary school teaching degree) and wanted to use some of the methods I had learned there to see what was going on.

We went back to the kitchen counter where we had started the conversation and sat on the high stools across from one another. I again placed my panties on the counter between us.

"What possessed you to do a thing like that?" I asked.

"I don't know..." he offered.

"I saw earlier that you were... well... what is a delicate way to put it... overly excited when I made you remove your pants. Do you have a crush on me, david?"

"no ma'am," he lied.

"I think you do. And I need you to be honest with me, remember? Do you have a little crush on me, david, it's perfectly normal for a boy your age to have one."

"Oh golly, yes ma'am, I suppose so, a little. You're so beautiful."

"You do realize that I am much too old for you and there can never be a romantic relationship between us. You do realize that, right?"

"yes ma'am"

"Good. So it was a fantasy then. A little erotic fantasy that made you want to sneak into my room and handle my underwear?"

"yes ma'am, I suppose so, ma'am."

"There's no stopping fantasies, but you absolutely need to learn how to control yourself and not act out on them. You know who else has fantasies and can't prevent themselves from acting out on them? Rapists in prison. Are you going to grow up to be a rapist, is that it? Go to prison for the rest of your life?"

"No Ma'am!"

"I should expect not, but we do need to nip this sort of behaviour in the bud or that is exactly where you are headed."

"I'm so sorry..." he said.

"Sorry is all well and good, but I am still going to punish you for your actions."

"yes ma'am"

"First, there's the matter of sneaking into my room without permission, right after I specifically told you not to, mind, rummaging through my bag, and handling something that did not belong to you. For that, young man, I am going to be taking you across my knee and giving you a sound spanking with your Mother's hairbrush right on your bare bottom." That was his sentence for his first offense.

"Noooo..." he wailed, mostly from humiliation.

"Are you going to obey me, or do I need to add in a strapping for disobedience? Hmmm? Or are you going to take your spanking like a big boy?"

"Not the strap, please! I'll take it like a big boy, ma'am," he said.

"Ha ha," I laughed. "Like a big boy with his underpants around his ankles bent over his babysitter's knee for a spanking. Like that kind of big boy?"

"yes ma'am," he reponded, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Good. And then after that you'll get your punishment for lying to me," I added.

"You already punished me for that!" he complained loudly.

"I most certainly did not!" I said. "The wedged underpants were to get you to finally admit to the truth. Oh no, you still have a punishment coming for your lying. You understand that while I am here I am your legal guardian. You may under no circumstances whatsoever lie to me. Is that fully understood?"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"And how are little liars punished in this household, david?"

"a spanking?"

"There may be some of that, but in my Mother's household, young man, naughty little liars got their mouths washed out with soap."


"Yes! There's no better reminder to speak the truth than for a little boy to get his mouth washed out with soap when he lies. And that is exactly what will happen to you, young man. Long overdue, apparently."

"oh..." david groaned. I could tell he was very scared of this punishment, and with good reason, having undergone it once myself from my Mother for having had a potty mouth.

"And finally, young man, there's the matter of what exactly you did with my underwear when you had them out. Hmmm?"

"n... n... n... nothing!" he said, clearly hiding more of the truth.

"I find that very hard to believe. You certainly did something with them. Did you handle them?"


"Did you sniff them?"

A big blush suffused his cheeks as he answered: "yes..."

"I see. Did you do anything else with them?" I asked.

"No Ma'am!" he said.

"I still find that hard to believe, given the state that they're in. But, trust me, we'll get to the truth of that as well in due time. But already with what you've admitted to, there's ample cause for punishing you for your extreme naughtiness. Isn't there?"

"yes ma'am," he admitted.

"Well, you will definitely be soundly punished for that as well, and I can guarantee you that I'll have the whole truth out of you during that punishment. But for now, you have a spanking coming. Go over to the corner and put your nose into it while I go fetch your Mother's hairbrush."

david scurried into the corner and stuck his nose there, his cute little underpants-encased bun sticking out.

[Isn't the back and forth dialogue wonderful? As I said, my recounting of it here is not word-perfect, but there was a lot of dialogue and it was very much along these lines. I find the play acting the most fun part, and it really gets us both into our respective roles which serves to really spice things up and bring an entirely new vibe to the same old actions. Now it was finally time for his punishments to start!]
I went and got the hairbrush and setup a high-backed wooden chair in the center of the living room.

"david! Come over here," I said. He came over and I directed him to stand to my right. He could see the wicked hairbrush on my lap waiting for him.

He was standing right beside me in his underpants only, his erection visible under the material.

I reached out with my two hands to the waistband of his underpants and said, "you know why you're getting this spanking," as I lowered them slowly to his knees, his big erection springing out. "Oh david! You really need to learn to control yourself." I kept him standing there under my scrutiny. He slowly hunched over and moved his hands to cover his erect genitals. "Don't you dare touch yourself in front of me!" I snapped at him angrily, smacking his hands. He quickly moved his hands back to his sides uncovering his bobbing erection anew. I slowly shook my head and said "tsk, tsk, tsk" as I looked at it with the disdain of a moral women faced with a degenerate perverted boy. "Over my knee!" I said as I brought him down across my lap, bare bottom uppermost.

I started right in with the hairbrush, smacking those cute bare cheeks, teaching him a lesson he would not soon forget about the inadvisability of entering a lady's room without permission and rifling through her most intimate things! david was balanced on his hands and his tiptoes across my lap as I spanked him. He got a nice view of my high heeled stockinged calves as he received his punishment.

After a while, his bottom was turning a nice shade of red and he was whimpering under the brush. I steeled my resolve and really gave him the walloping he deserved. It was hard for me to punish him like this, but it was for his own good. A child's moral character needs to be developed with the appropriate guidance from his elders, and for whatever reason this duty had fallen to me and I was determined to not shirk it.

When I felt he was well cooked and truly repentant of his sins, I then gave him a few more to really get the point across and then released him to stand. By this time his underpants had slipped down his legs and were kicked off his feet entirely, rendering him completely nude. I felt that the added embarrassment of being fully nude in front of me, his erstwhile "crush", would contribute in a most salutary fashion to making sure this was a lesson in moral deportment that he would not soon forget.

With him blushing a fury (and finally with a mercifully limp penis), I asked if he would ever sneak into my room and go through my things again? He promised he would not. I took him by his ear and put him against the wall.

"You just show off that well-spanked bottom and think about why you're being punished while I prepare for a little liar's mouth soaping."

I left him there and went into the bathroom. I ran some lukewarm water into the basin and then placed the Ivory soap into it to soak. I wanted it nice and soft and maleable and sudsy for his punishment. He would not lie to me again after this!

I left him with his nose against the wall for about ten minutes, and then went to him and said, "and now there's a little matter of your lying, young man." I picked him up by the ear and brought him to the bathroom.

I put david on his knees on the floor. I picked up the bar from the warm water, and started lathering it up. I lathered it up as much as I could, getting my hands and the bar very soapy.

"Open," I told him. Reluctantly he looked up and opened his mouth. I stood over him and scolded him some more about his lying. I noticed that his erection had returned, and in fact if anything had gotten even more rigid and quivering, quite literally curling up towards the ceiling! What a terrible little pervert. He actually seemed to become more aroused by my being strict with him rather than less so. I would deal with this in due course, but in the meantime he still required a harsh lesson in lying to me that I was very determined to teach.

I used my hand to coat the entire inside of his mouth with the soap, rubbing it all around. I went back to the bar several times to make sure he had a good big mouthful.

I then got the warm, wet, soapy bar out of the basin and used the bar to scrub his mouth. I ended by shoving the bar into his mouth and telling him to bite down on it.

I picked him up by the ear and walked him back to the spanking chair. I pulled him across my knee and spanked him with my hand while telling him off for lying to me.

I must confess to feeling a tingling excitement in my loins as I smacked his bottom with my hand. His erection had not subsided and was making it's presence very known to the tops of my stockinged thighs. I paused to manipulate matters so that it fell down straight between my knees where I clamped shut on it. If he was to have an "accident" it would be directed downwards to the floor and away from me. His bottom felt deliciously warm and rounded under my palm as I smacked his previously tenderized cheeks with my hand. His mewling with a mouthful of soap simultaneously gave me a great sense of satisfaction at a job being well done.

In an attempt to curb his perverted behaviour, I redirected his penis and therefore his testicles as well up from between my knees to back out between his legs, commanding him to clamp his thighs shut once his boy parts were fully exposed behind. This necessitated a certain handling of this part of his anatomy that seemed to further excite him. I reached for the hairbrush, unwilling to perform this action with my hand, and lightly smacked the offending genitalia. As I did so, I scolded him soundly for his inappropriate excitement. I reversed the brush and used the bristle end to smack down and rub on his testicles and on the sensitive exposed tip of his circumcised penis. This had him howling into his bar of soap and did serve to soften his ardour.

I did not want to overdo the mouth soaping, not wishing to cause him any lasting caustic burns, so I brought this phase of his punishment to an end.

I brought him back to the bathroom and had him kneel in front of me again. I made him look up at me, holding that bar of soap in his mouth, and asked him if he would ever, ever tell a lie to me again? He shook his head vigorously indicating he would not. I took the bar of soap from his mouth. I had to pry it out as he had very solidly bitten into it while across my knee. I told him he may now rinse the soap out of his mouth. He flew to the sink and immediately began spitting and retching into it, and rinsing with glass after glass of water.
[Well, the mouth soaping... A most excellent punishment! david told me it was highly unpleasant but there were no serious after effects, though he could taste the soap for hours afterwards despite his thorough rinsing. When his genitals were being punished, he told me he involuntarily bit deeply into the bar which caused his teeth to be well coated within every crevice with soap. He told me that at that moment, as he was staring up at me with a mouthful of soap, holding the bar between his teeth after his spanking, that he felt genuinely like a naughty little boy caught lying, and that his promise to never ever lie to me was very heartfelt and real. Score!]
When he finally emerged from the bathroom, still with a sour expression on his face, I gave him the bad news: "You have one more punishment coming to you, young man. For being naughty with my panties. Go upstairs to your bedroom, arrange all the pillows in the middle of the bed, and then drape yourself across them and wait for me there. No clothes. No covers. Bottom up. I'll be upstairs to give you your strapping in a moment."

"Noooooo! Please!!!!! Not that! Please!!!!!" wailed david. He seemed truly afraid of a strapping.

"No, young man, you know that what you did with my panties was extremely wrong, extremely sinful. Nothing but the strap will serve. You will take it, and you will take it like a man. Now go!"

He looked scared, but scurried to do as he was told. I tidied up in the bathroom and then went to fetch the strap from its designated location hanging prominently in the main hall coat closet. It was a Scottish-styled, twin-tailed, double-thickness, heavy leather tawse that his Mother seemed to favour, and that she said had been used on her by her father when she was a child, but only for the gravest of sins. I thought this certainly qualified!

This strap, she assured me, could deliver a fearsome punishment to any child (or even adult's, she did not hesitate to add) bare bottom, and that david would mind me well given that she had already informed him that she had granted me the power to use it upon him as I saw fit. As she told me this, her husband, david's father, hung back looking nervously over at us. When his wife turned to him and said "isn't that so?", her husband blushed and stammered as he said that it was indeed so. Observing this interchange, I strongly suspected that the father was as subject to a bare bottom application of the strap from his Wife as was the son, the news of which oddly excited me in a peculiar manner.

Thinking back on this, I retrieved the strap, feeling its considerable heft, and then walked grimly upstairs, steeling myself for what I knew I had to do for the benefit of the boy. He could hear my heels clicking on the stairs as I approached. When I got to his room, I saw that he had obeyed me, and was laid out submissively with his bottom high in the air draped over three large pillows in the middle of his bed. I confess that I looked at him with a little bit of disdain. Naked as he was, with his bottom high in the air, he looked for all the world like a trembling ridiculous female submitting to a session of sexual intercourse from her husband. In this case the girl was a boy, and his instrument of submission would be the leather, not a husband's eager member.

I placed the strap down across his cheeks and told him to make sure it stays there. I had left something downstairs and I needed to fetch it. I went down, and then came back up with the pair of my panties that he had handled.

"Now david, before we start, I want the whole truth from you. What exactly did you do with my panties? You said you would not lie to me again."

"I felt them..."

"yes...," I prompted,

"And I... smelt them..."

"go on," I said, "what else?"

"nothing else, please. don't make me say!"

"what else, david..."

"I... I... rubbed them on myself," he admitted.

"On your penis and testicles?" I asked, disgusted.


"Finally the truth," I said. "And did you ejaculate into them?"

"No!" he said quickly

"Do you even know what that means, david, to ejaculate?" I was not sure he knew.

"yes... I know... I didn't."

"Then why do I see this wet stain on my underwear? Do you imagine I packed it, dirty like that?"

"no, I don't know... I guess, I was maybe a little excited and might have, well, maybe leaked a bit, that's all?"

"Oh my Goodness," I said, shaking my head. "that's enough! Well clearly I can't ever wear these again, now can I?"

"no ma'am," he said, and added, "I'll pay for new ones from my allowance."

"You certainly will, young man," I said, "I'll let you know the amount when I replace them. In the meantime I suppose these are yours now. Open your mouth."

david opened his mouth and I stuffed my panties into it, effectively gagging him. I then picked up the strap and sentenced him to 100 firm strappings with it for his extreme naughtiness with my panties.

I then started in on his strapping. Nice full long follow through strokes, painting his ass and thighs, and making sure not to neglect the tender insides of his thighs and bum crack.
[As I delivered this strapping I had already received the email from Mistress Violet. I thought back on how she described the strapping of her client: "I ran my hand over his cheeks and settled into a methodical, hard strapping. Enjoying each movement, each forceful unfolding of my arm onto his bottom, was a conscious one. I enjoyed taking my time, and knowing that he and I were both there for the journey. And yes I got wet between my lips and my whole pelvic area stirred as I knelt beside him. The pleasures derived specifically from sadism are intense and delicious." I tried thinking of that and channeling her as I strapped my husband soundly. I definitely felt a sisterhood with her as I experienced much the same sensations as did she.]
Once I reached the allotted number, the boy was writhing in pain and sobbing into the bedsheets. It was a lesson well needed and well taught.

I bent over david's head, gave him a kiss on his cheek, tussled his hair and said that he was a brave boy, that we were done with his punishment, and that he was now forgiven. I told him to keep lying there as I had some cold cream for his bum that I would apply.

I went down to the fridge. I had put some Jergens moisturizing cream in the fridge to cool it down ("cold cream") as I knew he would be needing it after his punishment. I fetched it and brought it back upstairs where I was greeted by the site of his well-spanked and well-strapped bottom. The panties remained in his mouth where they had been put earlier, him too terrified to move them without my permission no doubt.

"You may take your panties out of your mouth now, david. Those are yours now. You may use them for your own perverted purposes, but you make sure you keep them hidden from your Mother, and you use them only in private with your door shut tight."

"yes ma'am," he answered.

I spread some of the cream onto his bottom cheeks and I massaged it in. I made sure to massage it everywhere the strap had visited, including inside his cheeks and down the backs and insides of his thighs in addition to his sore looking red bottom.

"Is that nice and soothing," I asked him. He said it was. "Open your legs," I told him, and he did so. I reached in and pulled out his penis and testicles, placing them on the pillow pointing downwards between his legs. I rubbed some lotion onto his balls. "Are these still sore from your prayers," I asked him.

"yes ma'am, a little."

"Should I massage some lotion on them?"

"yes, please ma'am," he said breathlessly as I did so.

"Anywhere else?" I asked innocently.

"well ummm, ahhh, well my p... p... penis. You spanked that."

"I did, didn't it?" I asked rhetorically and began rubbing lotion all up and down the shaft of his penis, eliciting moans of pleasure from him.

"You spanked the... the... tip also Ma'am, with the bristles of the brush... it still hurts..."

"Oh does it?" I said with a laugh in my voice, and concentrated some more intense rubbing there.

I then made him get off the pillows and lie face up, naked for me. I sat down at the side of his bed and continued rubbing more lotion onto his penis and testicles as I spoke to him.

"Now david, I ask you, how can a girl feel safe in this house with you here? Your excited little pee pee has already led you to violate my privacy once. Who's to say it won't do so again? Or worse? No, there's only one thing for it. As long as I'm in this house with you, you will have a nice big healthy ejaculation every evening before bed. And I will be supervising to make sure you do it. You understand that you will do it yourself. What I'm doing now, to your little pee pee, is just to show you how. Normally this is something a girl will do to her boyfriend to help him out. This and more. But you understand you're not my boyfriend, right? Ha ha!"

david looked a little crestfallen at that.

"Here, grab it with your own hand. Here's some more lotion. Now you rub it for yourself. Take your panties in your other hand. Rub them up against your nose, and now down your body and onto your testicles, That's it. Rub your pee pee a bit harder and faster now."

"Here, would you like a peek," I said as I removed my sweater and unbuttoned the top few buttons of my blouse, revealing my creamy breasts pushed up by a brassiere.

"You know what I let my boyfriend do? I let him play with these. I even let him suck on them like a baby. I also put his big hard cock in my mouth and I suck on him. Sometimes I get his cream in my mouth and I swallow it all down for him. And you know, when we're married, I'll let him stick it in my tight little pussy hole. It makes me so wet down there just thinking about it. That's it, go on, keep rubbing. Makes me wet and tingly thinking about him lying on top of me, thrusting deeply into me... Oh there you go! Good boy! Oh such a lot of it! And it just keeps coming... Oh another spurt! My goodness! Ohhh... poor thing, now it's just oozing a little. Here's a tissue, let me clean that up for you. Did you soil your panties at all? No? Good. Now baby, sleep tight, and be a good boy. Tomorrow we'll have lots of fun together. G'night."
[There we go. Nice roleplay, wasn't it? I love the play acting. Fun to be not yourself for a bit. david obviously enjoyed it, despite the mouth soaping, ha ha! So much fun also the thought that Violet and I did almost the same role play. Hey, Mr. Violet's Client, if you're out there, please leave us a comment. You can do it as anonymous. Tells us how it went with you also!]