Monday, April 30

Naughty Wife Gets an Outdoor Switching!

Oh how quickly the tables turned. I did something pretty naughty today and got my bare bum switched for it in the great outdoors!

David and I decided to spend the weekend up north alone at my parents' cottage. We had a great time there. Always adds some extra spice to fuck on your parents' bed!

Sunday morning we were considering either going home for a mid-afternoon bike ride, or hanging in nearer the cottage and hiking a trail we had not done before. I did a bit of research online and thought the trail looked cool because it passed by a waterfall and the melt was really making the rivers run high.

So we decided to do that. David was doing some cottage-related chores in the morning while I was online inside. It was my responsibility to research the trail. I confess I spent more time answering blog comments and doing my kinky correspondence then doing my research, which was 'kinda my downfall...

Anyhoo, we had lunch out and then we drove to the trail-head. It seemed pretty well-signed so we set out along it. We came to a bit of a fork in the road and I confidently went left because I could see another trail-marking sign ahead. David stopped at the fork and called out to me, "are you sure?".

"Yes, I'm sure," I said with a bit of an exasperated tone. "There's a sign right here."

"Ok, if you say so," he said.

So we go hiking along, and then there's a pretty steep climb up through some mud, and then we're at the top and we're on a road, which was a bit of an uh-oh moment, because I did not recall us having to walk along any roads in the trail description. But there was a sign again, clear as day, pointing us along the road, so I confidently said "this way" and started walking along the road.

David challenged me on the sign. It said "Trans Canada Trail", not "Wilson's Falls Trail" that we were supposedly following.

"They just come together for a bit," I said, sounding confident, as if I knew that. Oh how pride leadeth to the fall! I have no idea why I didn't just admit I had no clue. I guess it was because it was my responsibility to have a clue, and I shirked my responsibility. I thought I could maybe still get away with it? I thought surely it would just be a bit on the road and then there would be another sign for the Wilson's Falls Trail to duck back into the woods again.

After about five minutes David stopped me and said, "this does not look right..." I 'kinda 'sorta had to agree. "Did the trail map show any road on it?" he asked.

"Oh, I didn't look at the trail map, I thought it would be pretty well signed," I said, knowing how lame that was.

"Oh. honey!" he said. He took his phone out and looked at the maps app to see where we were and also found a trail map online (that I had never seen). "We are WAY off course," he said. I'm not that good with maps and David had to transfer where we were from the maps app onto the trail map in his head, but he seemed pretty sure. "Must have made a wrong turn," he said. Oopsy.

So we started walking back the way we had come, back along the road and down the muddy path. We got back to the fork where he had originally questioned me. "Well let's look over here," he said and walked a ways along that fork. He got up a dozen meters and said, "oh, look, here's a trail marker." It was for Wilson's Falls Trail.

"Ha ha," I said. "Well, goes to show me. Sorry about that!"

David seemed pretty nonplussed by it all. He had a smile on his face and just started leading the way along the trail, which was another steep muddy uphill hike but in a different direction than the first time.

"It's a nice day, anyways," I said. "A little bit of extra exercise is good. No harm done!" I added. He just smiled and nodded. He seemed not mad at me at all. It was a beautiful day to be out and about in the woods.

We walked for a bit and then came to a little section of fencing.

"This looks like a good spot," said David, looking around. Good spot for what???

He goes looking around nearby and breaks off a switch (!) from some new growth, and starts peeling it of its twigs by hand.

He whips it forcefully through the air a few times and it makes a high pitched swishing sound, "swish, swish, swish"

"Bare your bum and bend over that top rail," says David.

Oh no! Chickens coming home to roost! "Please honey, not here. Somebody will see!"

"Should have thought about that before setting off on a trail without a clue. Go on now."

"Ohhhh!" I said, but I turned towards the rail and started dropping my pants.

We had scarcely seen a soul so far, it was so early in the season. David gallantly took his coat off and draped it over the fence rail so that "I would not get splinters in my pussy during my whipping." I bent over it feeling extremely exposed. What if somebody were to see me!?! What a sight!

A naughty wife with her pants pulled down, her pussy and bum hole well-displayed no doubt, all ready for her admittedly well-deserved switchin'.

David walked up to me and swished his switch through the air a few more times then laid it across my butt. I could feel it tickling me. He lifted it up and then started bringing it down, very very fast, over and over again! All across my butt and down the backs of my legs! Whip Whip Whip Whip!

Before too long I was getting pretty frantic, writhing around over top that fence post as he marked up my bum and thighs.

That switch stung like a horde of bees! Sharp little intense flicks of pain wherever it landed. A few (mistakenly?) landed across my puffy pussy lips which was murder! Throughout, I never forgot what a spectacle we were making if anybody should happen across us!

I think David must have used up his switch because it very suddenly stopped and I could feel his hand stroking my bum, soothing me.

"Spread your legs," he told me in a soft voice. Oh blush! But I did as I was told. There were more switches in those woods, you know!

His hand stroked my pussy and I could feel his finger penetrating me.

"No, David, please, not here!" I begged. I was blushing furiously and my heart was racing.

I could feel two of his fingers deep in me, and then he started thrusting them in and out, giving me a good hard finger fucking mixed with the occasional smack.

I did not want this, but apparently my pussy had other ideas and I thoroughly soaked his finger with my juices.

He stood me up, told me to pull up my pants and then made me kneel on the ground. He took the two fingers he was fucking me with and made me suck them. I could taste myself on them. Tart and tangy.

"Now apologize properly," he told me.

"I'm very sorry for..."

"No. Not like that," he said patiently, looking down at himself.


I unzipped his fly and unfastened his pants. I pulled his hard cock out over the top of his underwear and put it into my mouth and started sucking him off. Right there in the great outdoors!

It did not take very long. He put his hands on the back of my head and thrust into me a few times. He came into my mouth. I swallowed all his ejaculate and then cleaned off his cock with my mouth before putting him away.

I stood up. He pulled me into him and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth.

I certainly felt like a very well punished woman!

Tuesday, April 24

Naughty Husband Gets The Belt!

I mentioned in my last blog post, Raped by the Sister! which featured a roleplay between by husband and I, something that turned out to be remarkably prescient a week later. I wrote, "it is true that our most common "roleplay" is Strict Alpha Wife on top of submissive beta husband (and yes, sometimes even I wonder how much it's a role and how much it's r/l!)". Well, so it came to pass that we "roleplayed" me whipping his ass after he screwed up for real!

It happened last Sunday afternoon. It was the first really spring-like day in Toronto. Sunny and 15C (~60F). My husband and I are reasonably avid bicyclers and I had been itching to get out on the road.

Especially so since we have a cycling vacation in the summer, and I need to train for it. He does not need to, as he always seems to be faster than me with less effort, but I do need to train despite me being in better overall shape than he.

So, Sunday early afternoon I'm with my husband and say, "Hey! Let's get the bikes out!"

He looks a bit reticent and says, "oh, gee, I don't think they're ready."

"So get them ready," I say. I mean, what's the big deal, right?

"Well," he says, "the tire on your bike is flat and the valve is broken and we don't have a spare inner tube, so I'd need to go out and get that, and then change it, and check out the bikes. It'll take a few hours."

What?!? That valve was broken at the end of last season. He said he would fix it over the winter. And it's not even the normal kind of valve that, like, NEVER BREAKS! No, it's some skinny little fancy valve that breaks! This isn't the first time either. And "a few" hours is too long. We have Sunday dinner later and that would not leave enough time.

I look at him icily and say, "you said you would fix that over the winter."

"Yeah, sorry, slipped my mind..."


"Take your belt off. Give it to me," I order him.

"Oh honey, no, come on!" he says, knowing what's coming: a good ass whipping! But he's well trained and starts removing his belt regardless and hands it to me.

"Drop 'em and bend over the back of that couch," I say.

david looks pained, but unfastens his pants, drops them to his ankles, and bends over the back of the sofa, with his elbows down on the seat and his tip-toes on the floor. He left his underwear up. I go up to him and yank his underpants down to his knees. His legs are fairly close together because of the bunched pants at his ankles. I play the belt over his ass without striking him yet.

I double up the belt and I snap it against itself.

"Why are getting this?" I ask him.

"Because I screwed up?" he answers.

"Because you screwed up," I confirm.

Then I begin his punishment. I allow some of my genuine anger to channel into my right arm as I deliver the first of many resounding strikes to his bare bottom with his own thick leather belt. I could have been out biking!

I deliver the strokes right handed, standing to his left. I am always careful to aim the tip of the belt where I want it to land, so I don't get wrap-around to his flanks, and so that I can target his near cheek as much as the far one. I really turn my body into each stroke and let my arm fully rotate and extend, adding a whip with my wrist at the end (I'm a tennis player, and I use a stroke similar to that, but with extra wrist action). So, in short, I know how to serve up a memorable belt whipping. Each stroke sounded like a gunshot.

Already in the first part of his whipping I had him in some measure of distress.  The sounds of heavy and well-placed belt strikes is unmistakable. Equally unmistakable are the grunts, cries, and fanny wrigglings of a husband in the process of being very well-tanned with such a leather belt. I counted in my head approximately 50 strokes, all concentrated around his butt cheeks and high upper thighs. I took my time between strokes. Maybe about one every five seconds or so. When belabouring his left cheek I allowed a bit of wrap around into his left ass crack and left inner thigh. After these 50 he was already dark and dusky red with some marks indicative of future bruising coming up in places.

I then re-positioned myself to be directly behind him. I crouched a bit low, and I let loose the doubled-up belt directly down his ass crack, also angling a bit left and bit right to get to the insides. I gave him about 20 of these. During these is when he got a bit frantic, and started begging for it to be over, and begging "not there! not there!" over and over again. Oh yes! Right there! He would not escape some bruising where his cheeks came together.

I then returned to his left side to finish up his strapping with another 50. I think he might have been numbing up by now, so I had to go even harder to get the reaction I wanted. Got lots and lots of apologies and promises to do better. By the time I was done, he knew he had been punished, for real. There's a little mewling sound he makes even after I've stopped. "myeah, myeah, myeah, ..."

Not quite this bad, but close!

"Stand up," I told him, "and I better not see an erection!"

He stood painfully and turned towards me. He spontaneously put his own hands on top of his head without my even asking him to. He was soft like a tiny wet noodle. Good!

"Did you learn your lesson?" I asked him patiently.

"Yes Ma'am!" he practically yelled out.

"Do we need another session with the belt to remind you?" I asked.

"No Ma'am! Please Ma'am! No!" So frantic.

"In that case you better get those bikes ready to go for next weekend. No excuses!"

"Yes Ma'am. No excuses!!!"

For some reason I believed him.

I know some of you will think that I am being overly cruel with my husband for a slight affair. It is actually he who craves the beatings he gets, and I accommodate. It is cathartic for him to be beaten like this for a true misdeed. In this case, it is most true that you need to be cruel to be kind!

Saturday, April 21

Raped by the Sister!

Ha ha! I know, clickbait title. You all want to hear about lil' ol' me "raped" by my sister.

Actually, what I will recount here is a roleplay between my husband and I. Much fun was had!

Sister fucks brother roleplay!

While it is true that our most common "roleplay" is Strict Alpha Wife on top of submissive beta husband (and yes, sometimes even I wonder how much it's a role and how much it's r/l!), we do like changing it up every now and then, and both david and I have a "thing" for taboo incest roleplay. So we jointly came up with a scenario (ok, more me than him) and we acted it out.

If you are triggered by brother-sister incest roleplay,
or by rape fantasies at all
(including male on male prison rape fantasies),
best not to read on!!!

david plays my younger brother, around 19 or so. He was living with foster parents until he got into trouble. I am his older sister, 23 years old, struggling to work and live on my own. We are all each other has, but we have not been that close.

He had just spent a month time in jail awaiting trial for theft over $1000 (he and his no good "friends" from back in high school stole goods from a warehouse - a non-violent inside job - and were caught). He was pleading guilty. It was a first offense.

His foster parents have had enough of him, and are washing their hands of him. They did not even bail him out and I could not afford it.

Nonetheless it fell to me to help the little brat. david's court-appointed lawyer and I managed to convince the judge to commute his sentence to house arrest under my supervision. I needed to have a "private talk" with the judge in his chambers to finally convince him. I am at my most convincing when I am skirt up, panties down, bent across His Worship's desk getting my pussy banged hard.

Somehow, amidst all my enthusiastic sucking and fucking, I must have impressed the judge as being someone capable of controlling my brother. He was not wrong. The judge releasing him was stern, and told him that if he gave me any trouble, all I needed to do was call the court to have him returned to jail for the full remaining duration of his sentence plus an additional 6 months.

So the scene starts with my brother delivered to the front door of my house by two officers of the court, complete with ankle bracelet tracker which they set up before leaving him alone with me.

He is looking sad, scared, and beaten up (by his time in prison, not by the officers who were very kind).

So that was all part of the "back story" for our roleplay. When I do a roleplay I like the scene to be fully fleshed out so that we understand our characters and and the background and then just act spontaneously according to how you would act in this situation. So not scripted, but more of an improv based on a richer back story.

We start the scene right after the cops leave and he and I are alone together. At first I act the totally loving and nurturing sister. "Awww, baby... Are you ok? Was it horrible?"

david looks miserable. He hugs me starts crying in my arms. I take him over to the sofa and sit him down beside me. He starts telling me all about prison. I listen very sympathetically and draw him out with questions. It turns out he had a cellmate who was very rough with him. He frequently made my little brother suck off his big dick. After lights out, he would go to his bunk, strip him, and fuck him in his ass with his hand over his mouth. Spit lubed and nothing else.

If he did not comply he got beaten up. He legitimately feared for his life and became this man's prison bitch. He called his cellmate "Bubba" behind his back. Bubba found out. For that, david got stripped and put across Bubba's knee for a ridiculously long and hard hand spanking. The prison guards ignored it. Sometimes the inmates just needed to work some things out among themselves, and a butt spanking was hardly something to get excited about. After all, the kid needed to learn prison rules. At the next meal time, all the prisoners laughed as "Bubba's bitch", as he came to be known, gingerly sat on his bruised red posterior. At least Bubba kept the other inmates away from him.

So all that came out during our discussion, and you need to imagine me sitting there with a very concerned sisterly look, egging him on, and david reluctantly saying all of this and then breaking down and sobbing in my arms.

When discussing with david in advance, this was all part of the backstory explaining why he would do literally anything to not have to go back to prison. From my point of view, I enjoyed making my husband tell me all about his rough gay sex "experience" in prison. It's a fantasy of mine for me to "force him" to be with a guy ("forced bi" it's called). david has always resisted relenting to this. But it turns me on like crazy the thought of pulling the strings and making a big Alpha Male make my husband into his bitch! So, a bit of an "ulterior motive" there for me!

Once I got everything out of him, that's when I turn the corner on him. I can't hold it in any longer and I start laughing (as he is crying) telling him what a little bitch he is and how he got exactly what he deserved for breaking the law!

He argues with me and is indignant #metoo style that I am not taking his ordeal seriously. It's rape! I tell him to "suck it up princess", how I've had plenty of cocks in me, some more and some less consensually, and you don't see me breaking down and sobbing like a bitch. "But not in your ass!" he cries, and I say (truthfully as it turns out) "including in my ass" (though from r/l him and he knows it!).

Then I tell him ominously that he shouldn't expect it to be much better around here... I start laying down the law for little brother. This is the part I really love in roleplay, laying down the law!

As he is under house arrest and can't work, he will be doing ALL the housework, and ALL the cooking. He can order fresh foods for delivery from my account. He will do online correspondence courses to improve himself. No gaming or internet porn (I have the Net Nanny installed). And no jerking off in my house!

He gets really upset at this, and stomps his foot. Before prison his whole life was online gaming, internet porn, and jerking off! He pleads that he's been in prison for a month and was scared of jerking off (Bubba didn't allow it either, as it turned out). I relent on the last one. I tell him that if he obeys all the rules, then as a reward I'll allow him to jerk off, but he has to ask me each time, I decide if he gets to, and I decide what materials he may look at, no exceptions.

He looks very crestfallen and sulky. "You better improve that attitude," I tell him, "or you won't be jerking off anytime soon." I say it with all the disdain for the act I can muster, as only an older sister can to her younger brother.

"But cheer up," I tell him, "I got you a get out of jail present." He looks a bit more hopeful. I get up and go get it and bring it back. I hold it up for him to see.

"Look, a nice pair of panties for you to wear."

His mouth drops open.

"I figure you needed a little putting in your place, so get used to it, because you'll be wearing panties every single day you're still living with me. Here, strip and put these on, NOW!"

"No!" he says, stomping his foot.

"Awww, they're just a cute little pair of panties. I mean you'll be doing all the housework around here, like a housewife, you may as well dress the part. NOW!"

"No! I'd rather go back to prison!" he cries out.

"Ok," I say. I go and pickup my mobile phone, calling his bluff. I dial. "Oh, hello, yes, may I please speak with Officer Smith. This is Julie Delmar."

david is looking a bit worried.

"Oh, hello, yes, Officer Smith? Julie Delmar here. It's about my brother..."

david looks panicky and he snatches the panties from my hand and holds them, begging "ok, ok."  I motion to him with my free hand and my eyes to strip and put them on. Meanwhile I continue my phone call, "so I just wanted to get something straight, I can call you for any reason at all? Like, no questions asked, and he goes back to prison, right?"

david has started frantically taking off his clothes. I see his bare penis and backside! Then he yanks the panties on in a most unladylike fashion and puts his arms out, pleading with me, "I'm in them, see!"

"Ok, then, thank you. I just wanted to check. No, not at all.  A little bit resistant to some of my rules, but he seems to be coming around now. But it's great to know I have you there if I need you. Thank you again. Bye bye now."

I turn to david and tell him sternly, "next time I call, it won't be to ask them a question. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he says.

How delightful, he's spontaneously started "Yes Ma'am'ing" his big sister!

So that was fun, getting him into those panties. I thought the whole background and premise made a pretty compelling reason for baby brother to agree to just about anything. I mean, if you were in that situation, would you have not hopped right into those panties?

"Oh My God! Look at you!" I said. "Put your hands at your sides. Just look at you!"

My little brother was totally tenting the front of his panties!!!!

"I'm sorrrrry," he whined, "It's just, I haven't, you know, in a whole month!"

"You're disgusting," I told him with a sneer. Then I continued, "There's one more rule you need to know about," I told him. I walked away and then walked back holding a paddle. "You screw up, you get paddled."

I sat down on the couch. "Across my knee," I told him.

"What? Why? I haven't even screwed up yet!" he wailed.

"Excuse me?" I responded. "Did I not have to call the freaking cops to get you into your panties just now? When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed. Immediately and enthusiastically. Got it?"

"yes ma'am," he said.

"So get across my knee."

david came over to me and draped himself over my knee. I started in on his spanking with my hand, slapping the seat of his cute little panties. Before too long, I lowered his panties down past his knees, and continued with my hand spanking on his bare bum.

"You disobey me, you get punished, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Did you get spanked like this in prison, by Bubba?" I asked with a smile in my voice.

"Yes!" he wailed. Ha ha!

I picked up the paddle and started rubbing it threateningly on his ass. "You're going to learn your lesson," I told him. "How do you obey me?"

"Immediately and enthusiastically?"


"No," I corrected him, "immediately and enthusiastically, Ma'am!"

"Immediately and enthusiastically, Ma'am!" he repeated.


Waaaaaaaa! He wailed. That paddle was doing a NUMBER on him! His ass reddened up right away under my hard strokes. I kept going and going, giving him a proper ass blistering. The kind an angry sister is liable to give her life-wrecking little brother.

I readjust him to have him straddle my left knee as I pulled on and clamped down on his near foot with my right foot. He had to kind of wrap himself around me and I could feel his left arm around my ass. His cock and balls were laying on my knee as if on a platter. This position allowed me to paddle better down and into his soft thighs, which I really TORCHED! I pulled on the skin of his low ass cheeks and paddled thigh and low cheek, held taught. Poor baby was really suffering there!

I varied intensity from medium to hard to super hard. I had him bouncing around and screeching like a six-year-old.

Every now and then I would pause to give him a little lecture. I reached my hand down between his legs and fondled his cock and balls.

"nooooo... please... don't..." he complained as I fondled him to erect. "You're my sister! Don't!"

"Ok, then," I said, dropping his cock, taking up the paddle and laying into him some more!

When I thought his poor ass had had enough for one night I stopped and pushed him off of me.

"One more lesson for you to learn tonight," I told him. "Upstairs."

I pushed him in front of me and smacked his ass all the way up the stairs to the bedroom. When he got there, he saw that there was already a towel laid out on the bed. I told him to lie face up on top of the towel, and not to dare touch his cock! His penis was working its way back to full erection after his paddling, and was nearing that already.

I took off my shirt. I had no bra under it.

"What, you've never seen tits before?" I asked him as I saw him (my "little brother") gawking at his big sister's bare breasts. His erection sprang to "painfully erect", sticking straight up.

"Filthy!" I said as I slapped his cock hard with my hand.

Then I pulled off my jeans and got down to just my panties. I pulled on the strap-on harness and put the mid-sized dildo into it.

"no... please..." he begged.

"Shut up, bitch," I told him. "Just because you're under house arrest here don't think your fuckings stop. You still need to pay your debt to society."

With that, I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to kneeling in front of me. "Suck it!" He looked reluctant. I tightened my grip on his hair and I forced my cock down his throat. "Suck it you little bitch, just like you did in prison."

I really like calling him "bitch" during roleplay. It's a special turn-on word for both me and him.

You know you're fucking his throat good when the saliva starts flowing, and oh boy did it. It positively coated my cock and dribbled down around his mouth and onto the floor in a puddle. Bitch.

I pulled his face off my cock and said, "now get on your hands and knees on the bed. Head down. Knees spread. Get that ass up high. That's a good little bitch. Time to get fucked."

Unlike "Bubba" I used a bottle of lube. I coated my cock with it and I dribble a bunch on his asshole which made him wince from the cold. I used my hand to rub it into his hole bit. Then I put the tip right against his asshole and started applying pressure. "Is this how Bubba did it? With you bent over like a little bitch? Well it's how I do it, so get used to it." I pushed slowly into him and then drove it in to the hilt. Grabbing his hips I started thrusting in and out and in and out, gradually increasing the depth, speed, and force of the thrusts. "Welcome to your life for the next five months," I told him.

I love the feeling of power I get while fucking a man. It's a bit of a workout for me, but not painful at all. In fact, quite pleasurable as the base of the dildo pushes into my clit very nicely. He is in quite some distress, however, but also enjoying his humiliating ass fucking, as I can tell from his moans that mix pain and pleasure all together. In doggy I really like watching the cock slide practically out and then ALL the way back in again. His hole stretches so wide around my cock, and seals so tightly. Sometimes I pull all the way out, and his hole just stays open gaping at me. I thrust in from an inch away and ram it all the way home, balls deep. Then I grab his hips more tightly and really jackhammer that ass. After I'm done, he knows he's been fucked!

I pull out and david collapses onto the bed, completely spent. I clean his ass with paper towels and take the strap-on off. I make him lie face up again. His cock once again flaccid from his rough fucking.

I stood in front of him be the side of the bed and pulled my panties off, baring myself completely.

"As long as you're here," I said, "and seeing as I have no time for boys anyways..." With that I straddled his face, looking down his body, bent forward, and told him "Lick!"

"no..." he said, "it's wrong... please..."


Lap, lap, lap, lap, lap, just like a good little brother should. I reached for his cock and started rubbing that.

"no... please..." he begged, but I kept rubbing his dick. I spat on it and rubbed it some more as he kept licking my pussy. I put my mouth around it and sucked. That made it good and hard for me! I ground myself into his face as he licked me furiously with his tongue. I faked a bit of an orgasm (I really wanted something a bit different) and said "Good boy!"

I continued, "for your reward, you can jerk that filthy cock of yours until it spurts."

david wasted no time in licking his palm and getting his hand down there.

"One condition," I told him. "You keep your tongue up my ass while you're doing it."

"Nooooo...." he moaned.

"Obey! Or it'll be Bubba's ass you're licking," I threaten.

I felt the tip of his tounge start exploring my bumhole.

"That's it," I encouraged him, "rub it all around there, and then stick it up nice and deep. Deep as you can." He did just that while furiously stroking his cock. I licked my fingers and started rubbing my clit. I love the feel of his tongue lodged up my bumhole as I diddle my clit while having the visual of him jerking off his incredibly hard cock!

To encourage him further, I continued the roleplay. "You're going to earn your keep around here, boy. I'm already setting up a web site for genuine brother-sister femdom. You're going to be a star, baby. The whole world will see you getting spanked and ass-fucked by me. Oh, and there's going to be live seminars also. I'll have over groups of women at a time and let them each have a turn. Whatever implements they use is fine. The harder the more it'll cost. Same for your fuckings. The bigger their dicks, the more I charge. You'll pay your way in this household, missy!"

That sort of talk always turns my husband on. He continued rubbing furiously with his toungue up my ass. I waited for him to cum, and when he did I rubbed myself a little more intensely and came as well, just at about the same time he did.

I recovered for a moment then hopped off him and to his side. I slid my fingers along his abdomen, tummy, and chest and fed him his cum with my fingers. I did that again and again until it was all gone and down his hatch. I whispered, "little slut," as I made him swallow it.

And there we go, another successful roleplay in the Strict Julie household!

Sunday, April 1

Alex - Embarrassing and Fun

Alex's blog, Embarrassing & Fun, is a fun romp.

I first became aware of Alex almost six years ago in January of 2012 when he dropped a comment on my blog entry Impromptu Shopping Trip. Whenever I got a new commenter in those days I looked them up to see if they had a blog of their own. I found out that Alex had just started one as well. We linked to one another in our blogrolls and have been friendly ever since.

So Alex and I go way back, but mainly via mutually exchanged comments. It wasn't until 2016 that Alex and I exchanged emails. Upon my request, Alex shared with me a very humiliating episode in his own life that he had arranged, complete with audio recording. Delightful! Later in 2016 I asked Alex to plug my first real spanking (Some news from the Spankosphere) which along with some other bloggers helped drive my page views through the stratosphere that month!

What Alex does is using his skills he manipulates images to create "fantasy scenes" that he then comments on. There are hundreds of these freely available on his blog pages.

More lately Alex has been requesting a donation of your choice for his work to help to pay the bills. To help him, I asked if I could select three of my favourite images from his "Private Collection" available to his supporters and display them and comment on them publicly. Alex was a bit concerned that it would be a betrayal of faith with his supporters, but relented in the end with "I'll just tell my loyal fans who bought these pictures that it is exceptional and only concerns a few pictures. Because honestly, who would dare to resist Julie? : ) Not me." Well said, little alex!

We'll start with one of Alex's older "free ones" that has some personal significance, and then move on to the three I picked from his "Private Collection".

One of his first ones that I became aware of was Shopping Panties for hubby!!  inspired by an amalgam of two my escapades with david. He did the image and added the text below in his post:

"I told the salesgirl we were there to buy panties for this gentleman here, for him to wear. Oh dear! Both the salesgirl and my man's mouths dropped open at the same time!"
(Strict Julie's spicy life in November 2011: Panty shopping).

I guess the staff and some customers may have been interested to take a little picture as souvenir? It could be a moment of glory when they show this to their colleagues at the habitual Friday after-work drink. So this is the moment I have pictured above. And how fun this is to surprise your man with this sweet humiliation? Thank you again Julie to have inspired me in this!
Ha ha! As I said, the scene is an amalgam of two that david and I did for real (described here and here). It did happen just as I described it in my blog, but Alex went further imagining the lack of privacy in the change rooms and the nude picture taking. There were other later occasions where I did have david try things on and otherwise embarrassed him in public (here, here, and here, for example). I also detailed the amalgam scenes Alex refers to at more length in Chapter 7 of my ebook, and then added onto the end (it's pretty obvious where!) an extension into pure fantasy where the entire female staff put him through his paces.

What I love about Alex's work is the attention to detail. My husband is pictured wearing a Canadian T-shirt with a Toronto football team on it. I am crouching down in the change room, very elegantly dressed, a wisp of my blonde hair visible, helping him try on his panties. I clearly left the curtain a little ajar to add to his anxiety and embarrassment and did not allow him to close it. Wasn't he surprised when a woman came by at just the "wrong" moment. Is that the salesgirl or a customer who happened by and decided to take a pic of a humiliated husband in the process of being panty-trained by his strict wife? Isn't that a delightful little humiliating smirk she has on her face as she is taking the photo? As Alex indicates, she will get together with her colleagues and girlfriends on Friday night and pass the photo around, having a good laugh at this poor hubbie's expense!

Alex has many beach-themed scenes where young men get humiliated by confident, sexy women, generally for an inability to control themselves. You poor boys: completely unable to hide your excitement at a pretty, half-naked woman! This young woman intends to accompany little alex back to his mother to complain about his ogling and lewd reaction. If Alex's other works are anything to judge by, this young man will likely be publicly spanked in front of the young lady, lose his swimsuit privileges for the remainder of the day, and be put into his "balls pacifier" and set to building sand castles while all the young ladies on the beach laugh at him. I can SO imagine myself being that young lady in that image! Oh the fun I would have with that poor lad!

A second common theme in Alex's work is the medical examination, where again the young man cannot control his bodily reactions to being seen and touched by attractive women. Just look at how poor alex has disgraced himself: a full blown erection in front of his Mother and his female Doctor! Mom knows she must be stern, but can barely contain her mirth at her son's reactions. The Doctor has seen this before, and is looking him straight in the eye, pointedly not looking down at that disgusting thing! alex can not look back at her, he is too embarrassed! He is told that his body is playing tricks on him, and that today he will certainly not be penetrating the pretty, older, disinterested Doctor! However, the examination will continue, regardless of the state of his penis. We can only hope alex will not humiliate himself even more by "leaking" his sticky mess during his subsequent examination. Sometimes I wish I was a Doctor - I would have such fun with the male patients (so good thing I am not!).

This last one is another common theme. It is the son being discovered doing something quite perverted. In many cases he is discovered with a dirty magazine and is spanked by his religious Mother, Aunt, Grandmother, or neighbour. In this case the sin is even more egregious. He has been caught spying on his naked sister in the shower! What do you imagine is the appropriate punishment for this? Well, it is a spanking household and both Mom and Sister are very upset with him. Mom emerges with the spanking paddle in hand, commanding her son to remove ALL of his clothes. His sister had no privacy, why should he? The spanking will occur over his Mother's knee while his Sister watches, and will continue, at a no doubt furious pace, until his Sister says he has had enough. Wronged and embarrassed Sisters can be very cruel to their younger brothers. We can therefore only imagine that little alex will be in for a very, very, long spanking! Afterwards, naked corner time for the little pervert showing off his well-spanked derrière. Sister will be allowed to invite her girlfriends over to complete little alex's humiliation. How they will all laugh at his raw red buttocks! Will his penis engorge when being made fun of by these young ladies? Will his Sister notice and call over her Mom to see? Imagine how angry she will be! Poor alex will be pulled out of the corner, made to face the young ladies with his hands on his head and apologize for his disgusting display, and then be re-spanked until the offending appendage is seen by all to be well-wilted!

There we go! One of Alex's public photos, and three from his "Private Collection", all of which you can see by making a small anonymous donation.

Alex is a true talent. Please support this naughty artist's ongoing efforts!