Thursday, July 18

Feeling Exhibitionistic

I've been writing up a new post about a solo sexual experience I had the other day. Yes, I masturbated.

NOT a photo of me (I wish!)

I actually do it quite frequently. I love my husband and get great sexual pleasure from him (and especially his hyper-talented and well-trained tongue), but that doesn't mean I don't also enjoy the occasional ménage à moi, paddling the pink canoe, strummin' the 'ol banjo, you get the drift.

Certain things I read or see might set me off. I get a sexual feeling about something, and might feel a little tingle or even a gush of wet. If alone, I might put my hand down there to explore. Sometimes I might touch myself a bit and nothing comes of it. Other times it feels right, and I continue. I don't necessarily have a fixed image in my head. It's more like a feeling of something I consider sexy.

The other day I came across a poem written by fondles on her blog Fondlers Anonymous called The Hand that Spanks.

It was a short little poem she wrote that captured my fancy. I won't reproduce the whole thing here (please click over for that), but here is a sense from two excerpts:
When the hand spanked, this girl, knowing,
that time had passed since her last encounter
would surely mean, her cheeks would burn,
she wriggled, and turned. And the man spanked

But the man that spanked, his hands being done,
finally did undress his self. She could feel her bum,
under her, warm and tingling. It had begun.
And fondles illustrated it with this photo...

Well, it got me going, and from there I spun this whole (frankly disturbing!) fantasy in my head and had an orgasm.

I describe it all in sordid detail in this new, as yet unpublished, blog post. I also found a few choice pics of women masturbating to include. The first pic above was one of them (that is not me).

But then I thought... maybe... I should include a selfie of myself, actually masturbating...

It feels very... submissive... to do something like that. But I am feeling a bit submissive right now.

Should I post those pics? There is nothing personally identifying in them, just a farther descent down the depravity rabbit hole for Julie.

I mean, I will or I won't. It will be entirely my choice in the end. But would it gross you out? Me, a supposedly Dominant Woman, with her legs spread, her fingers in her pussy, her breasts on full display, fantasizing about being spanked and taken...

- and yes, this pre-post is a total tease... but I'm a pretty girl and I need some attention :-)


Sunday, July 14

Husband Taken to Doctor Mays

Poor david.

My husband has been trying to book himself in for his annual physical with his Doctor. At his last appointment they told him they do not book a year out, and he should call in 6 months. He phoned then and was told, "we don't book 6 months in advance, call in 3 months". So he called 3 months before and was told they are all booked up for annual physicals until 6 months out, and booked him in for October. So now he's going 15 months between "annual physicals". He was very frustrated as he told me this, but I told him not to worry, as we would not be delaying his annual physical with Doctor Violet Mays at all!

As you might know Mistress Violet Mays is our favourite professional dominatrix in Toronto, and she has a special hankering (and talent, and space, and costumes, and equipment!) for medical scenes. We have played the three of us on multiple occasions in the past, including "realistic" medical scenes which my husband has a bit of a fetish for.

I contacted Violet on a Sunday with some available dates and times, and she was able to book us in on that same Wednesday providing we could come at 2pm which we were delighted to do (we both took the day off work for it. Ha ha!). I described the rough outline of the scene I had in mind in a follow-up email to her. I know david well enough that I did not consult him, which had the benefit of keeping him guessing (there would be a BIG surprise for him - tee hee!).

We arrived at our appointment right on time and was greeted at the door by a very professional looking Dr. Violet in a smart beige knee length pencil skirt, blouse, beautiful heels, and a Doctor's coat above it all. She was wearing glasses to complete the look. We started out by sitting at the kitchen bar and having glasses of water as we made small talk. Violet and I sent david off to shower as it was a very hot day out and he would have been sweaty. I told him to shower and get re-dressed.

As david was away in the shower Violet and I went over the scene. The scene had multiple parts and suggested activities and Violet had committed them all to memory. I swear that woman has a photographic memory for such things! There were certain clarifications around the order of things and logistics around certain elements that we worked out.

When david returned from his shower, we started the scene. We both shook hands with Dr. Mays. She welcomed david back and commented how nice it was to see a wife take such interest in her husband's health and that I was very welcome to sit in on his annual checkup. She showed us into the examination room (there is an actual room for examinations). Violet showed me to a seat in the corner of the room and instructed david to undress down to his underwear and to have a seat on the examination table. It was a real examination table. There was crinkly paper and everything. Violet left the room saying she would return momentarily.

My plan was to remain relatively uninvolved, just acting as a wifely witness to the humiliations I knew would follow. Maybe throwing in the occasional comment but not really partaking otherwise, just observing.

david undressed to his tightey wightey undies (worn specially for the occasion!). He sat up there on the table, on the crinkly paper, with his legs dangling. I noticed his hands on his "lap", concealing his burgeoning erection.

Violet returned in a bustling manner, the busy Doctor. She put on her stethoscope and began david's examination.

She started with a clipboard in hand asking him various health related questions to which she would note his answer. Things about diet and exercise, smoking, and alcohol consumption. She looked vaguely disappointed with some of his answers. She asked about his urination and his bowel movements. She asked about the regularity of his sexual activity, glancing over at me with a smile as she did so. He admitted that the frequency of intercourse was quite limited. I said nothing and just smiled. He was telling the truth. She asked him if there was any issues with his libido, and was the frequency of sexual activity satisfying to me. He had to admit that sexual activity was quite frequent. He stammered out that it was usually oral sex that he provided to me. She asked if oral sex was ever provided to him. He admitted, "rarely" (true!). She clarified, "but rarely intercourse?". He confirmed that was the case. I had to step in on that one, "well... not quite true..." I said. Violet looked at david questioningly. He blushingly admitted that he received frequent anal intercourse from me using my strap-on dildo. I just smirked with a satisfied grin as Violet smiled at me. Violet - if you are reading this - all of that was actually quite true. Ha ha! She asked him if he ever masturbated, and he had to admit he did, and with what frequency (several times a week - also quite true).

After noting all his responses she then began in on the physical examination.

She listened to his heart and his breathing. Took his pulse. Measured his blood pressure. She looked into his ears and throat. She tested his reflexes with the little hammer thing to his knees, and a sharp stirrup looking thing to the soles of his feet. During this procedure she got quite close up to him, brushing him in a very subtly sexual manner. Just a whiff of it really. The most overtly sexual thing about Violet was her bright red lipstick (apart from her beautiful, toned body and legs - she has the sleek and sexy butt I want!). at one point she had him spread his legs and slid in between them to get closer to him. Occasionally her breast would gently brush his bare skin.

She then had him on his back and performed a breast exam on him.

She told us that breast cancer was on the rise in men, and many don't appreciate that. She walked us though a very thorough breast exam, explaining what she was doing and what she was looking for as she went. david had his little tits thoroughly felt up by Violet!

She asked him if he ever performed testicular self-exams? He said he did not. She asked his permission to perform a testicular exam on him now, while instructing him what to look for during self-examinations. david looked over at me. "Of course," I answered for him.

Violet grabbed the front of his underpants, pulled them down, and hooked them under his testicles, adjusting his testicles up in the process. She then performed a ridiculously thorough examination of his penis and testicles, giving a running (very professional sounding) dialogue the whole time. It included plentiful "palpitation" of the shaft and tip, for all angles, a pinching and rubbing of the frenulum, and a spreading of the urethra. It ended with a thorough pass around each of his testicles. He naturally was very erect during this procedure. Violet told him not to be worried about that, that it was a perfectly normal reaction. Nonetheless david felt the need to repeatedly apologize for it.

She then required that david repeat the procedure on himself as we watched. She walked him through all the parts she had done.

When he was done, Violet did point out one area of concern. She picked up his penis and pointed to a discoloured area under the circumcised head. She motioned me to come over and have a look as well. She said it looked to be a mild fungal infection. She pointed out other areas on the tip, down the shaft, and on the testicles that appeared to be mildly impacted as well. She said it was nothing to be concerned about, and that she was glad she had caught it early, but if it was ok with us that she should treat it right away so that it does not get any worse. I readily agreed, as did david!

Violet said she'd take care of that after she completed the full examination, and restored his underwear so that it once again covered his penis and testicles. She then turned and put on a pair of examination gloves, indicating that it was time for the prostate exam. david groaned.

She made him get on his side in the fetal position and she pulled his underwear down at the back. She had a tube of lube and lubricated her finger and then him.

Then she stuck it in and again gave a running commentary as she rubbed her finger all over his prostate.

I got to look david right in the eyes as she was doing this. That was a fun moment. It's not everyday a wife gets to enjoy the look on her husband's face as another woman has a finger deeply up his bum! Violet went on to insert two fingers into his bum, and I could see his eyes go wide and his little grimace of pain as she did so. But he quickly settled down into a glassy-eyed sexual moan at this treatment of his backdoor.

Once Violet was done, she called me over again to have a look. She pointed out that the "mild fungal infection" seemed to extend to his anus as well, and indicated that we would also be treating that.

With the prostate exam over she once again restored his underpants and had him stand up. david was a little shaky. Ha ha!

She got her clipboard again and some calipers, and began assessing his muscular development and his fat content. She would take a measurement and then note it down, and then go on to the next. She pointed out that his chest and arms were a bit underdeveloped and that he should lift more. She estimated his fat content at 24%, and pointed out that would be just right for a female his age, but not for a man. She consulted the chart again and noticed that she had made a similar entry a year ago, and that they had agreed on a diet and exercise regime towards a target of 18% body fat this year. david made various excuses for not attaining it, but said that he had lost weight during the past year and that he should get some credit for that.

I must say, I very much enjoyed this scolding of my husband, and the pointing out of his physical shortcomings from this very beautiful woman. It was, in fact, part of my script, as was most of the preceding (I had the outline, but Violet filled in the detail very creatively!). In fact everything she said (that I had in fact asked her to say) was exactly accurate. I was disappointed that he was still well above 20% body fat, and that his chest still appeared a bit sunken in to my eyes. I guess we are spoiled by the movie star looks!

Violet looked dubiously at him for all his excuses. You can see that Violet is in supreme shape, and obviously works very hard at it. His excuses were pretty sad by contrast. She wrote a notation on her pad and said that this was really unacceptable, and that she was prescribing a spanking for him across her knee at the end of the appointment as punishment for his laxity during the past year and as motivation for the next.

"Absolutely!" I chimed in from my little chair in the corner.

"No! Please!" begged david. And he went on to again renew all his excuses and promise to do better without needing the spanking.

Ha ha! I had told david that we would be working in a spanking from Dr. Mays, and that he should vehemently object to it when sentenced. He did not know that the consequences of his objections would be, though.

As he continued arguing Violet wrote another note and said, "I'm adding a punishment enema before your spanking for your backtalk, would you like to go for a caning afterwards as well?" david was finally silent.

david had not received an enema for many years, and I thought it was high time he did so again, administered by Dr. Violet Mays!

"First lets take care of your fungal infection," she said. She made david lower and step out of his underpants and then start by lying on his side on the table in the fetal position once again. Violet explained that she would be applying an anti-fungal ointment, allow that to work itself in, and then apply mild electric shocks to the areas in question.

So yes, this would be the reappearance of the famous "Violet Wand" that we used during his last medical roleplay (Doctor's Appointment from May 2018).

I know I know. I promised that I would make an appointment for myself to have the Violet Wand applied to my pussy, with pictures and everything, but I totally chickened out! My prerogative!

Violet again put on examination gloves and squeezed some "ointment" onto her fingers. In my email I had only said "ointment" and assumed she would just use lube. In fact, it was some sort of "Icy Hot" (I did not catch the name of the stuff, but the effects on my husband were unmistakable!).

She started by smearing it liberally into and on his bumhole. She indicated he might begin to feel a mild burning and hot sensation as the ointment worked. After about 30 seconds he began squirming, and it built up from there! She then picked up the Violet Wand, adjusted it, and began zapping in and around his anus and rectum. Poor david became frantic. He was wiggling and kicking so much that Violet repositioned herself so that she was leaning across his body holding him down. david grabbed onto her as if he was holding onto Mommy as Violet continued to zip and zap at that "nasty fungus" around his anus. He cried out and was literally in tears before it was over (well, very watery eyes at the very least).

She then had him turn onto his back so that the same treatment could be applied to his penis and testicles!

"No, please," david begged softly. There was a truly evil smile on Violet's face as she scooped out some more "ointment" onto her fingers. david was freaking out knowing what was going to happen next! "No please, no please," he kept repeating. Violet ignored him (he has a safeword, the big baby). She rubbed the ointment all over his penis shaft, tip, and testicles. Again, it was a delayed reaction, but in about 30 seconds it started hitting him. His balls and his penis tip were the most impacted, especially the underside of his glans. "Oh God! Oh Fuck!" he yelled. tee hee.

Violet leaned across his legs as she applied the violet wand all up and down his penis and testicles. He could not help himself as he bucked and writhed and cried out at the treatment. It was glorious! She did not skimp on the time at all. It went on for many many minutes of acute sexy pain for my husband. I would say it was about a 10 minute treatment in all?

"There we go," she said as she finished up and released him, putting away her toys. david just lay there all wrung out saying, "Oh God, oh God," david appears to have found religion!

"Get up!" Violet said to david a bit harshly. He stood himself up on shaky legs. The "ointment" was still burning him in all his most sensitive areas, not helped by the vicious and continuous application of the static electric shocks. He was in a very sad and story state.

Violet placed a triangular bolster in the middle of the exam table and then put what looked like a diaper changing mat down on top of it. She then had him lie face down over it with his bum elevated. She unboxed a new Fleet enema to use on him.

She went to his bum, shoved it in and squeezed all the water in. "This is for your backtalk," she added. Once the enema was completely inside of him she took a smallish butt plug and plugged him with it, saying, "you hold this in until I tell you." She then made him stand (bare naked) with his back to the wall as she went to write some more notes onto her clipboard.

Before too long poor david was squirming and shooting his hand behind him to ensure the butt plug did not pop out or leak around the edges. After another couple of minutes the squirming amplified up a level. He looked all the world like a little boy desperately needing to use the potty, which was not far from the truth!

"please..." he whimpered, as a cramp hit him.

Violet looked up from her clipboard. "You hold it until I tell you," she repeated.

He squirmed in silence for another minute or so.

"pleeeease... I really need to... go..." As he said this he squirmed quite violently by now.

Violet raised her glasses and looked at him. "Not yet," she said.

"Oh God! Please!" david became more forceful. "I'll have an accident!" he said.

"You had better not," said Violet threateningly.

After another minute or so of carrying on. Violet walked up to him. "Are you sorry for back-talking me?" she asked. david said he was and apologized profusely and said it would never happen again. "Are you going to take your spanking without a fuss," asked Violet. "Yes Ma'am!" he practically yelled out. "All right then, you may go to the bathroom and release it."

david shot out of the room and waddled as fast as he could to the bathroom and shut the door. Violet and I laughed at his antics and walked out of the room to have a seat at the kitchen bar. Meanwhile the rudest noises were coming out of the bathroom as david expelled his enema!

"Take your time," Violet yelled out to him. Violet said it may take some time and offered me a cocktail. She mixed up two delicious "Sidecars" (which is a cognac-based drink with orange liqueur and fresh lemon juice).

It was yummy! We discussed how the scene was going so far and I said "perfect!" This to the background of david still moaning and farting and wiping and flushing on his toilet.

Violet said she had an interesting evening planned. She had organized a group of Toronto-based Pro Dommes to get together in a bar for a social, the first of its kind to allow Pro Dommes to network. Toronto is a real hub for Pro Dommes, in case you did not know it. She said she had about 35 coming!

Eventually david staggered out of the toilet looking very much wrung out. Violet immediately got back into character and said "come along," to him. She took the straight-backed wooden chair I had been sitting on and put it into the middle of the room. She placed a paddle and a short strap within reach just behind her and to the side on the exam table and sat on the chair. She beckoned david across her lap for his spanking.

She gave him a bit of a lecture first and then began spanking him with her hand. She delivered quite a powerful hand spanking to him before reaching for the strap and applying that across his backside. She finished off by picking up a round hardwood paddle with holes drilled into it.

She applied that vigorously to his backside which had him kicking and screaming and begging for mercy (again, he has his safeword!). She very much toasted his naughty backside with that paddle, turning him a very satisfying deep red.

She let him up and he danced and clutched at his punished backside as Dr. Mays once again explained her expectations for his body fat percentage for his next annual physical.

The checkup was not quite over yet, however. She removed the bolster and placed the still clean diaper changing pad down on the table and told him to lie down on the examination table. She handed him a small cup and told him she needed a sperm sample for the lab. She said we would leave him in privacy as he went ahead and did that. With that she and I walked out of the room and closed the sliding door shut.

We had another sip of our drinks. When they were done Violet knocked on the door and asked, "are you done yet?"

"Not quite yet!" yelled out david, no doubt jerking away on the table.

"Hurry up," she said, "I need to prepare the room for the next patient."

She gave him another 30 seconds and then opened the door and barged him, catching him "red penised" with his hand violently stroking his dick. She pulled on a glove, applied lube, and said, here, give me that. She applied the lube to his cock which had him moaning. She told him to take over again and to look at her. She took off the glove and put it aside. She looked him deeply in the eye as he stroked and slowly undid a button of her blouse. She pulled her blouse aside and showed him her lacy bra. All the time she looked deeply into his eyes. His eyes shot between hers and her exposed breast that she was fondling and playing with. Suddenly he came powerfully as Violet laughed. He was a good boy and shot all his sperm into the little cup, and milked some more in out of the tip.

She took the cup, had a good look, and then said "it turns out we don't need the lab tests after all. Drink it." He had to take the little cup and drain the ejaculate into his mouth and then down his throat, swallowing every drop.

And with that the scene was over and we all laughed together with david saying how amazing it was. Yay!

We sent david to shower again to get all the goop off as Violet and I renewed our conversation. When david came out there were hugs all around, and david thanked Violet profusely for his checkup.

As we were leaving she said she was just calling a cab to go get her hair done. I offered to drive her there and she readily accepted. We went together to our car parked nearby. I sat in the back with Violet as david chauffeured us. I heard a little more about what was planned for the party and a little more about the Pro Domme scene in Toronto.

All in all, a very fun time was had by all!

Thank you again Violet, for another sexy outing and for taking such good care of my husband and I.

Subbies in or visiting Toronto: you owe yourself a session with Mistress Violet. Read her website, save your pennies, and reach out to her. Tell her Julie sent you. She is extremely versatile and can make your fantasies come true, safely and discretely.

P.S. HELP! I'm being held hostage naked in Violet's little cage. She says the Icy Hot is going in and the Violet Wand is being turned up to "11" if I don't say these nice things about her! :-)

Saturday, July 6

Michael's Public Party Humiliation

One of the nice things about my "blog job" (hey, love your work, right?), is that I frequently get emails from fans thanking me for the blog. I almost invariably ask them to tell me a bit about themselves (especially, or exclusively, the kinky bits, naturally). I think I have a pretty good "bullshit detector", and can usually figure out exaggerations or outright fantasies. Amidst some of that, I receive many true accounts that are downright weird and wonderful. I came across one the other day where I asked permission to recount it, which I received.

The event in question occurred at a "play party" at a private couple's home and involved considerable embarrassment for this "poor" 'fella.

He is a mid-50’s gentleman who lives in the suburbs, and is named michael. michael is slender and decent looking, although quite hairy all over (if he was mine, he would not be for long). He has had femdom fantasies for as long as he can remember, and after his divorce a few years ago he decided it was time to explore them. So he's engaged in a lot of kink over the past few years. One of the things he is quite into is chastity. He locks himself up regularly, much to the amusement of his play partners (and myself - as you'll see shortly).

One thing he was not that experienced at was having foreign objects shoved up his butt, so I personally helped him to get over that, insisting he put larger and larger things into himself, and sit on the washing machine on his dildo to really loosen himself up. Naturally I demanded photographic evidence of his "stretching regime", and received it. World, meet "michael" as I know him:

I often receive naked pictures of men, and quite enjoy it. Sometimes, as in this case, I demand them. Most ask me in advance if they may send them to me. I find that to be quaint but unnecessary. I am perfectly fine receiving unsolicited "dick pics" in my "strictjulie" email account. I also enjoy bumhole shots, well-stuffed butts, red asses from a really well-administered self spanking, and pics of "men" in frilly lingerie. It's what this email account is there for after all. But be careful, they might just get published and your stuffed butt and caged little dick might get shown all over the Internet as is poor michael's here. I don't know, but if I were a guy, I would not go around showing off that tiny little thing and well-stuffed butt, would you? But to each their own I suppose...

Recently michael (pictured above) has gone to a few private play parties mostly with a kinky man and wife couple he had met at a Kink Munch. He really hit it off with this couple on a personal level. She is dominant, and he is into being encased in latex and other materials (and generally being a subby). He's by now helped her wrap him up a few times.

At one party they were playing privately in a bedroom where he was receiving a strict paddling from her. After his paddling she told him to get her a drink, and she said it in a tone of voice that he could tell meant "This is something you are Required to do" as opposed to a friendly request. He was being given an order. He was naked and in the bedroom and the kitchen was across the house. This was his very first public play party. Imagine his embarrassment!

Of course, everyone there was into kink and knew that people did what they did. But he realized he was being sent - deliberately - across the living room, where people were going to chat in between doing things more privately in bedrooms and basement. And he was bare-assed naked with a bright red well-paddled ass. For a split second he was about to point that out, but very quickly said to himself that he was serving, and that he was going to do as he was told. So he walked... across... the living... room... He felt like it took forever and that he was very much blushing, and looking down, not meeting anyone's eyes. His little cock bounced, he was not even erect! He went into the kitchen, filled up a glass for her, and had to walk alllllllll the way back. He heard some snickering, and someone joshed "get the camera!" He says that it was deliciously embarrassing.

As I mentioned above, and as you could see from michael's selfie, chastity is something he is very much "into". The wife of the couple loves his chastity. The husband is not so keen on doing it himself, so she enjoys michael talking to her about it.

Once he was doing a 9-day lockup, and on the last day he was going crazy. He was working at home that day, and so was she - so he texted her and asked if he could do anything for her - errands, chores - and she said he could pick up a bottle of wine for them, or he could walk the dog, or he could give her a backrub. Being exceptionally subby after being in such extended lock-up, he opted for all three. He also gave her a foot massage and extensive foot worship for the first time that she enjoyed.

The couple had a BDSM party in the offing, and he was starting a lockup. She was going out of town for a bit, and she teased that he should lock up when she left, and unlock when she got back. He immediately suggested she take the key with her out of town. She was unsure, worried about losing it. But he told her it would be on a strong key chain; and the spare key would be with him - locked in a small box with a 4-digit code, that she would set. So she would truly be in charge. This must have intrigued her, because she readily agreed.

So he went over to her place a couple of days later to deliver the key, without unlocking himself; and the idea was that she would return the key in more than a week, making it a 12-day lock-up. While sitting there, he was bold, and asked her permission to stay locked until their party. Three weeks total, 21 days with no orgasm. She could not have been happier. (And her husband really enjoyed watching his wife handle that key!)

michael finds that the hormonal imbalance that chastity brings to be quite enlightening. He tells me that the longer a man goes without an orgasm, the more the dopamine builds up (the "courting" hormone); and that once a man cums, the dopamine bottoms out and the prolactin floods in, making the man surly, tired and generally disinterested in what a woman wants.

When he locks himself up, after about 4 or 5 days, he reports that he starts to really crave to do things for a woman - not sexual things (necessarily) but chores and errands. At 9 and 10 days, his body begins to panic about not cumming, and it is a very volatile time. At that point he says he will do just about anything. After 10 days the body and spirit settle in to a place of low-level and almost routine submission. He becomes a different person.

All of michael's previous experiences had been self-lock-ups. This time it was quite different to be locked and know he didn’t have the key on hand and that he had no way of deciding to give up. He was frequently aware of the cage, and aware of the "permanence" of his imprisonment. The sense of being owned was more than a passing fantasy for him. He hadn’t counted on quite how much it would hit him that he was not the "master of his domain" in any way. During this period he did have several text conversations with his key-holder about Female Supremacy, and the Natural Dominance of a Woman. He shared his growing desire to be "filled up", now that his cock was not doing anything - this desire to have some stimulus somewhere. She pointed out to him that he was becoming "ungendered" - not female but certainly not male anymore, just a receptacle to be filled.

During his lock-up he did (with permission) get to give a mutual friend of theirs a little service - he wanted to learn how to paint a woman’s toenails, so he visited this mutual friend to share some wine and chat while he pampered her feet. He recounts that it was a relief to be able to give someone some attention - that this is what chastity does to a man.

The day of the party came, and he was just getting back from a long weekend, still locked up of course . He got to the party towards the beginning, not early enough to help set up, but was able to do a few things, and help get the kitchen in order. It was a suburban house. Common living room for people to hang out, food in the dining room. But the house was quite outfitted with BDSM devices. Upstairs there was massage, fire and wax play, vac-u-bed and other fun activities. The basement was outfitted with a Saint Andrew’s cross, a "stockade", a makeshift bed, and places to attach chains and cuffs on the ceiling and floor. Plus a hang-out couch and some chairs. A little bit of something for everyone.

The wife and he had a nice moment to themselves in the basement, and she discussed how she wanted to use him that evening. His unlocking was to be as public as possible, as was his "punishment" before he was to release. Also, he was going to be plugged, something for which I had prepared him and that his bumhole craved after so many days of having been completely un-manned by her. All of this was to happen in as public a manner as was possible.

The party started. To an onlooker from outside (up to this point) it looked like a perfectly normal party - nobody was walking around in kink gear, everyone was still in their casual street clothes. They were in the living room with a group of guests when the time came. She told him to stay there while she got "the key". As she came back she also called in everyone from the dining room to come watch as well.

michael's heart pounded as he realized his fate.

In front of this fully clothed audience, she announced that he had been in chastity to her for three whole weeks, and she dangled the key. This was quite amusing to those assembled. He was quite embarrassed by it already, just having it spoken about so openly. He had trouble meeting anyone’s eye - he kept his eyes on her. He could feel everyone’s delight in his being put on display. She made a big deal out of his chastity “accomplishment” and told everyone he would be unlocked and then taken downstairs to be subject to a little rough treatment before being made to cum. On her terms, of course. This got everybody's attention!

She had him strip, fully, in front of everyone. He had been naked at a party before, but usually in a bedroom with few people (apart from his "walk of shame" described earlier). This was like being under a spotlight naked. She unlocked him, and took off the front part of the cage. She told him to take off the rest himself, while everybody watched. He had to squish his penis down and through, and pull his balls through one at a time. Imagine having to do this, fully nude, in front of an audience of mixed men and women, younger and older, all watching you intently. When he was finally free, people applauded (!!!) One of the younger women said "I'm so happy this is my Saturday night!" referring to being able to witness a man in his fifties, fully naked, have his cock cage removed.

Once he was out, everybody knew that the next stage was to be a punishment followed by a forced cumming. For that, they went downstairs, with most of the guests following.

This first order of business was a humiliating ass plugging in front of the crowd. For this he bent over and was made to spread his cheeks. He was then lubed by his hostess wearing a pair of latex gloves, and then had a butt plug inserted deeply into his ass.

She then had him get up on the bed on all fours. He was facing away from the "audience" with his plugged butt towards them.

She used a small strap that says "boy beater" on it that is just the right size for the inside of the thighs and hitting small delicate areas. He was smacked all over, with special attention played to his dangling balls. She smacked his balls right up to his pain threshold. He only used his first-level safe word once (the safe word that means "hang on a sec, that's about all I can take of that" and not the safe word that means "we need to stop everything").

She also had a flogger and a long-handled clothes brush. He felt her moving the bristles of the clothes brush over his cock and balls teasingly. She then whacked him pretty hard with the business side of it. There was also a long leather strap that was padded on one side (thuddy) and flat on the other (sting-y) and he got both sides. The most lethal thing she used was a small hardwood purpleheart paddle that stings like hell (and she knew it). She got him to cry out and moan loudly with that one.

In between paddles she would push hard on the butt plug, and pull on his balls. It was stimulating, and he began "leaking" a little, in front of everybody.

When she was finally done beating him (it lasted a while), she had him turn on his back and took her Hitachi wand. He had never actually had one used on him before. She pressed it on the underside of his cock and just let things build up until he was squirming. She made him beg for his release in front of everybody. He looked her in the eyes as he was given permission and then started to orgasm. This was of course all observed by the crowd, and met by applause. As a final humiliation, he was made to scoop up his own cum and consume it to another round of applause.

After that, the party started for the others and he was privileged to witness many very erotic BDSM scenes play out.

Past midnight people started to leave, and he was the last guest there. With all the goings on, the wife and her husband had not managed to get their own playtime in, and there was a lot to clean up. So, he got as close to his favorite fantasy as he could, telling them to go downstairs and have their play while he cleaned up the kitchen. He could hear sounds coming from the basement as he put food away, washed dishes, wiped down counters and took out trash and recyclables. Even though he was no longer caged and had had his long-awaited orgasm, he was still very gratified to be able to do that for them.

Was that not just a lovely experience for michael? Lucky naughty boy!

Monday, June 24

Julie Spanked at the Pool!

Last few posts have been all about our kinky vacation in Italy. For the most part, I was doing all of the spanking (A Spanking Vacation!), and I even got to show off my husband's bare spanked bottom briefly to a hotel maid (What the Maid Saw). There was also one occasion where a young male assistant manager at a hotel saw me bare, but it was entirely accidental (My Bare Bottom and Breast Exposed!). As the final bit of kink that stands out, it was at the same hotel where the other two things took place, and my husband gave me a little spanking at the pool in front of an older distinguished Italian gentleman!

The pool is shown above. It was at a beautiful hotel in Tuscany which is a converted monastery of some sort.

My husband and I went swimming in the late afternoon. There was only one other person there, an older gentleman reclining on a lawn chair.

David and I went down to the pool and put our towels and stuff down on two lawn chairs on the opposite end of the pool from the gentleman. The pool water was a little chilly, but swimable. David wanted to warm up in the sun a little first, but I wanted to go straight in for a swim. Rather than just jumping in, I walked to the far end of the pool at the shallow end to the broad stairs where I could go in more slowly. This meant me undressing down to my (pretty sexy!) bikini bathing suit, walking the length of the pool, and then slowly getting into the water. As I was doing this, I did notice, out of the corner of my eye, that I was being thoroughly ogled by this older Italian gentleman!

I tried to keep eyes forward and disengaged as I walked but could feel his eyes tracking me the whole way. I straightened, jutted my chest out, and walked a little more sensuously. As I was about to step in, I chanced a brief eye contact with him. He was staring right at me.

"Bella," he said, which means "beautiful".

"Gracie," I said ("thank you"), feeling a little embarrassed, and proceeded to wade into the water and start swimming lengths. I knew his eyes were still all over me, undressing me completely in his mind. He was older and distinguished looking. He was about my Dad's age I would guess. And you know all about me and my Daddy fantasies!

David, at the other end of the pool, was oblivious to all of this. When he was ready he just jumped into the pool at the deep end and swam to me. We met in the middle. He put his arms around me, I wrapped my legs around him, and he kissed me over by the side of the pool.

I whispered to David, "that old guy over there, he can't take his eyes off me," I said.

"Good taste," said David.

"Hey!" I said, "you should go over there and punch him in the nose for being so disrespectful towards your wife." I was just kidding, of course, and from my tone David knew it well.

"Ha!" said David. "You're the one who needs a swat, for teasing him like this in your little swimsuit."

"You wouldn't dare!" I told him, playing along.

"Try me," he said.

It was fairly deep water. I disentangled from him and flopped my belly up onto the side of the pool. My bikini clad bottom was just hanging out there. The natural state of my swimsuit was about like this concerning my rear cheeks.

As I flopped there, half in and half out of the water, my butt was sort of pointed towards the pool and at about a 3/4 view to the Italian gentleman. Rather than getting all the way out, I egged David on by wiggling my ass shamelessly at him.

In a big swoop of water, David jumped out of the pool and sat right beside me on the pool deck, feet in the water, with me on his left side. "Bad girl," he said as he pushed his left arm down on the small of my back to hold me in place, and with the hand of the same arm gathered up the material of my bikini and pulled it up into my bumcrack.

"No, no!" I yelled frantically as I wiggled my butt in the air. David took his time and gave me several hard swats to my bared cheeks. I was sooooo mortified! As he pulled up on my bikini, I could feel the material cutting into my pussy and my bottom hole. I was squirming like a fish on a hook, the bikini material rubbing against my clit. How tight was my bikini in back? Pretty tight! How spread were my cheeks? I don't know. Was there any bumhole visible? I Don't Know! Did the man know how deeply the bikini was cutting up into my pussy??? I DON'T KNOW!!! What an embarrassing situation for a wife to find herself in!

My husband let me go with a laugh and got out of the pool to go back to our lawn chairs to dry himself off. I was still there with my butt hanging out and my bikini wedgied between my cheeks. I continued getting out of the pool myself, and without looking back at the Italian gentleman I pulled my suit out of my buttcrack and adjusted it properly. Then I took a deep breath and turned to face him. He was staring straight at me with a big smile on his face! I didn't know what to do, so I curtsied towards him. I actually curtsied towards him! He smiled even more broadly and brought his hands together in an gentle applauding type of motion. He had not missed any art of the show. I went back to join David at the lawn chairs. I could feel my cheeks (both sets!) blushing hotly.

"Did he enjoy the show?" asked David. "Did you?"

"I believe he did," I answered, "and yes..." I said to the second part of his question.

We sat there for a bit longer reading. The gentleman got up before we did, packed up his stuff, and headed back towards the hotel. On the way out he paused, looked back at me, waited until he caught my eye, and then tipped his sun hat at me. I blushed and looked down.

So much naughty fun! Hope we made his day.

"Let's go back to the room," I told David after the gentleman had left. "I need to be spanked and fucked," I told him in no uncertain terms!

When we got to the room I went through some "what ifs" with David. "What if you would have invited him to our room to see me spanked properly?" I asked David as he peeled off my bikini.

"It would have been nothing more than what a little tease like you deserved," he answered.

When I was naked David pulled me across his knee.

"Prego, Senor," said David ("please, sir"), "I apologize for my wife's behavior at the pool." And then David started spanking me with his hand. "She's a bad girl, she's always teasing the men around her. Flaunting her body in her skimpy bikini, and enjoying the reactions she gets. So naughty." He kept spanking me as he said that. I closed my eyes and imagined the Italian gentleman watching me get spanked completely naked across my husband's knee.

"Now young lady," said David to me. "Close your eyes and crawl over to the Senor and finish what you started with your mouth on his cock. Little teasers should not get away with teasing without consequences."

David took me off his lap and guided me to the floor as I kept my eyes closed. He then pulled me by my hair in the direction of the chair as I crawled on all fours. David sat on the chair pretending to be "Senor", and guided my mouth to his cock.

"That's it," said David as I sucked him, pretending to be the Italian gentleman, "teasing sluts need to pay up."

"Now stop that and get up on the bed. Head down and ass up," said David. I was not sure if it was him or the Senor who said it, but I did as I was told, pussy already dripping.

"Please Senor," said David, "please enjoy my wife."

"Gracie," said David pretending to be the man. "Sposa bellisima" ("beautiful bride").

I knelt there naked on the bed, with my head down on the sheets and my freshly spanked bottom high in the air. I had my eyes tightly closed as I imagined the older Italian gentleman sliding in behind me, feeling the drippy wet state of my pussy with his hand, rubbing his cock against my cunt, and then pushing it home deeply into me as he grabbed my hips and thrust. It was not hard to imagine all of that as my husband did all that "in character".

"Bellissima, bellissima," he said as he rammed his penis into my pussy (David's Italian is very limited). But the little bit of Italian did enough to allow me to imagine it was the older gentleman, my Daddy's age, my Daddy, fucking me! He came into me quickly, shooting his hot sperm deep into me.

"Make my husband clean it out," I told my Italian Gentleman who had just spermed me so thoroughly.

David flipped me onto my back, crawled between my legs, and licked me to several toe curling orgasms, consuming what must have been a fair amount of sperm mixed with pussy juices in the process. Ha ha!

What a naughty sexual imagination I have!

Saturday, June 22

My Bare Bottom and Breast Exposed!

As you read in the previous blog articles, my husband absorbed the brunt of the spanking (and the ass fucking) during our vacation, and was embarrassed by having a maid briefly see him naked in the corner after a spanking.

Well he was not the only one who was embarrassed! I got plenty embarrassed myself in two successive days at the same hotel. It was a serendipitous hotel!

The first incident was no big deal, but it was very embarrassing for me and very funny.

David and I were both naked in our room. He was lying on the bed and I was just coming out of the bathroom heading towards the bed to join my husband.

Suddenly there was a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK and a male voice that said something in Italian right outside our door. David went to put on his robe. I was a bit in no-man's land. I veered from going towards the bed and moved towards the door so I could speak to the man through the doorway. Before I could get there I heard a key in the door and the door starting to unlock! Oh no! Rather than speak up (I don't know any Italian!) or try to block the door with my body (that might have worked out badly!) I instead scampered quick as I could back towards the bathroom. The door fully opened and I was only half way there. I looked back, not imagining he was yet anywhere near inside, and our eyes met! I was COMPLETELY NAKED! He said, "Oh! Scusi!" and immediately went back outside and closed the door. I RAN the rest of the way to the bathroom feeling EXTREMELY EXPOSED!!!!

After that, David was curious, fully put on his robe and went outside to see what was up. It was a male assistant hotel manager, quite young and handsome, who was doing room inspections. He explained what he was up to and apologized to David. David laughed and said it was no problem at all!

Here was the assistant hotel manager's view into our room when he opened up the door (I took the photo to show you guys the lay of the land).

The bathroom is way, way down at the end of the hall! At the moment I looked back, I was not quite yet at the chair.

I imagine, he had a couple of views of me very similar to the following.

Mostly he just saw my bare butt scampering towards the bathroom.

There was a brief moment where I turned to look and our eyes met. I'm pretty sure he saw the profile of my bare breast and my instantly red face! I don't think he could have seen my pussy...

A strange, attractive, self-assured young man dressed in a sharp uniform, used to dealing with the maids and ordering them around no doubt, ACTUALLY SAW ME like that!!!!

David laughed his head off afterwards and I was absolutely MORTIFIED.

I'm not sure why, I've been to nude beaches and everything, but this was somehow different, being caught so unawares.

So that was my first incident being embarrassed. There was another as well, that involved me being spanked at the pool in front of an older Italian gentleman. I'll recount that one in the next blog post!

Tuesday, June 18

What the Maid Saw

For the whole vacation in Italy I was hoping for an occasion where my husband's spankings (as described in A Spanking Vacation!) could be made a little more "public" as we are both into that sort of excitement play. Well the stars lined up beautifully at one particular hotel. Not only was he "displayed" with a nice red rump, but at the same hotel, I was as well! On two different days in two different ways. In this post we'll talk all about him, and I'll leave the adventures involving myself to the next post.

This photo is not exactly what the maid saw, but it is pretty close!

Imagine being forced over a prayer bench like that by your wife, having to display your spanked bottom to the hotel maid and your "parts" as well? The maid being told you are being punished for some trivial transgression. Imagine her laughing and laughing at that. Going over to touch your butt to feel the heat, then giving it a smack or two of her own. Then grabbing your balls and giving them a good painful shake before getting on with her chores with you on full penitential display.

Imagine further that before she is done, your wife goes over to you, grabs you by your ear, pulls you down across her lap and then spanks the bejesus out of you with her handy paddle. Soon you are kicking and howling and crying like a three-year-old while the maid, having finished her chores, stays to look on approvingly at a wife properly seeing to her little man, smirking at you the entire time.

What the maid saw?

Well, unfortunately, none of that happened, but the maid did briefly see his bare spanked butt before she ran away!

It was a lovely hotel outside a small town in Tuscany in an old converted convent with gorgeous views of the countryside.

The rooms were furnished in a very antique lived-in style. I took some photos to set the stage.

This first photo above is the view from the front doorway into the room.  The bed is to the far right as you go in, hidden from view here. Through the doorway at the end is a staircase down to another door (pad-locked), and off to the right as soon as you go through that same doorway is a closet and then a nice bathroom. Note also the crucifix at the end of the hall (We are soooooo doing time in purgatory...). You can also see the chair in view. A very nice "spanking height" for me (all the chairs in Italy seem miniaturized compared to Canada). I could sit at the end of it and have my bare feet very flat on the ground to support his weight over my lap

This second photo below is just around the corner from the one above, showing the bed.

The thing you can just barely see here, to the right of the mirror and tucked into the very corner of the room beside the bed, is a softly upholstered prayer bench that will play a very important part as the events unfold.

It was the early evening, still before dinner, maybe just before 5pm or so. We had come back from our adventures and had showered, after which was usually the time for some kinky play. He was naked and I was in a loose hotel robe. I had just finished giving david a hand spanking across my knee while sitting in the chair, and we had moved over to the bed where I was doing some slow and gentle tease and denial on him.

That's when we heard a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK and a woman behind the door saying something in Italian. I my gosh! What purrrrfect timing!

I yelled out "momento per fafore!", which means, "one moment please" (I don't speak Italian at all, but have a few handy phrases).

I turned to my naked and hard husband who suddenly looked extremely panicked! He knew what I was thinking. He was starting to get up to make a dash for the bathroom. He ultimately wants the humiliation, but in the moment he panics and resists. Fortunately, my brain was working better than his.

"In the corner," I whispered to him, sternly. "Kneel on the stool, hands on your head."

"Noooo," he whined. "I'm naked," he said as if I couldn't see that.

"You sure are," I confirmed with what must have been a glint in my eye.

As he was getting into position, I re-fastened my robe around me and went to open the door for the maid. I opened it and there she was. So perfect. A pretty, youngish, hotel maid. At this stage she was still at the door, she could not see my naked husband at all, who was by now cowering on the prayer bench with his nose in the corner. This was her initial view into the room, but with me in a robe standing there.

"Turndown servitz?" she asked in her cute Italian-accented broken English.

"Si, grazie," I said sweetly. She turned to her cart that was just outside the room, and picked up an armful of towels.

I thought I would try preparing her for what she would soon see, not knowing how much English she spoke. "Please don't mind my husband," I said to her. "He's in the corner, being punished. Just ignore him."

She looked at me oddly. I got the distinct impression she did not understand much. I tried a bit of broken Italian, "mia sposa," I added, which I thought meant "my spouse", which I gather it sort of does, but is more commonly "my bride", which is sort of fitting also! Perhaps a native Italian speaker can help us out here in the comments.
[I knew the phrase from my wedding, where it was raining, and an older Italian lady who was attending said "sposa bagnata, sposa fortunata", which means "a wet bride is a lucky bride" (could not agree more!)]
The maid looked at me oddly again. I continued, "ummm... punito?" which I sort of guessed, but is correct for "punished". Now she looked really confused. She had no idea.

She carried the fresh towels in front of her and walked straight towards the bathroom. Unbelievably, she completely missed seeing david in his corner (he was quiet as a little mouse and trying to make himself look very small, squeezing into his "corner of shame").

I went over to david and patted him on his bottom. "She hasn't seen you yet," I whispered to him. "She will as soon as she comes out of the bathroom..." I went back to sit in the little chair and look casual as I browsed on my iPad.

The maid came out of the bathroom holding some dirty towels. As soon as she saw david she sort of jumped and gasped and said "Oh! Scusi signora!" She was apologizing to me for seeing my husband doing corner time in the nude with a a dusky red bottom! This is exactly what she saw (the photo was taken a few moments after she had left).

How utterly humiliating for him for the maid to see him like that! Hands on his head, nose in the corner, naked. Clearly a penitential position. His bottom was not heavily marked, but it was a dusky rose from his earlier hand spanking. It cannot be seen so clearly in this photo, but in real-life there was no doubt his bottom had been spanked!

"Just ignore him," I said casually from my chair.

"Si Signora, si signora, scusi, scusi," she said nervously, as she passed by me with the used towels back out to the cart outside the room. She deposited the towels in her cart and started closing the door, "Scusi, scusi," she repeated as she closed the door and left.

Hey! She had not turned down the bed! And where was my night-time choci? :-)

I felt a bit bad that she had not played along more. I was worried I may have offended her, but on balance I did not get that impression. As she was apologizing profusely there was a hint of a smile on her face. I would have loved had she stayed and fixed the bed linens while looking at his bare ass and smiling, but I realize that was probably beyond the pale. If she was caught doing that, I'm sure her superiors would have had something to say. As it was, she exited as quickly and as discretely and professionally as possible, and was therefore completely blameless. But I'm sure she had a good story for her girlfriends that week, and for the other maids in the hotel!

As soon as she left I still had my iPad in my hand, and david was still cowering nude in his corner.

"Well, well, well," I said to him. "What a spectacle you made of yourself," I said. "In front of a pretty young hotel maid no less. You should be ashamed of yourself! By the end of the day, all the maids in this place will know that you're a spanked husband."


I had turned on camera mode and left the camera noise on so that he knew I snapped a photo of him.The one you already saw, repeated here, was this first one.

"Honey, no..." he complained. "Someone might see it," he said referring to the photo mixed in with our holiday pics.

"Someone's already seen it," I countered. "Bend over the top more. Let's see you like that."

He needed to get up and move the prayer bench a little away from the wall, and then he bent over. He did not do anything, but somehow his balls just stuck right out!


I should have showed him off more like that! I wondered if I could make it more...

"Bend over more, put your arms right down towards the floor."

He had to move the prayer bench again, and then he bent right over it. Again, he did not do anything but his cock and balls just went out like that. Ha ha!


Oh now that's the money shot! That's how a truly penitent husband should be required to do his timeout in front of other women!

And oh my goodness, but aren't those balls nice and big? Don't you want to just give them a good hard squeeze and smack, sticking out back there like that? And yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is an erect penis poking out behind them! Imagine being erect after a thorough shaming like that?

I had him lie face up on the bed and take his dick in his hand. I told him to jerk off while I watched. I got comfortable lying up on my side beside him while I watched him "do it." I egged him on with a monologue.

"Oh my Gosh! That pretty Italian maid saw your bare spanked ass! You were totally fucking naked with your spanked ass out. She saw you kneeling in the corner, with your hands on your head, and knows that I spanked you, like my little bitch! You know she's going to tell everybody, right? Everyone around here will smirk at you as they see you going around. And I'm putting those photos in the holiday highlights album. Can't wait to show them to Mom, tell her what a little bitch you were on our holiday, tell her how the hotel maid saw your bare ass doing corner time..."

"OH FUCK!" he yelled out as he came in gushes all over himself! Ha ha!

Sunday, June 16

A Spanking Vacation!

As you guys know, I was off on vacation in Italy with my husband for the past couple of weeks. Work had been very busy for both of us leading up to this vacation, and our kinky lives had suffered as a result (which you can tell by the relative infrequency of my blog posts as well!). I feel I have a duty to keep my husband well taken care of in this regard. As a result, for this vacation, I wanted to make up for lost time, and so packed my hairbrush and my trusty strap-on dildo, and was determined to make it a thoroughly "femdom" holiday.

As we were packing to leave I held up the wooden hairbrush and asked contemplatively, "what do you think, should I bring it along?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he answered enthousiastically.

"If I do," I clarified for greater certainty, "I'm going to spank you every single day with it..."

He gulped, and said more sheepishly, "yes ma'am."

"And I guess I'll bring this as well, so I can make sure to keep you well-fucked also," I added.

"Oh gosh, yes ma'am," he conceded.

What do you blog reader boys think? Would you like a wife like me? A wife who takes care to pack her hairbrush and strap-on and is determined to give you a good seeing to every single day of your vacation ("like it" or not)?

I decided to start as I intended to carry on and finish. We arranged for an airline limo to pick us up from our house in Toronto. As usual, the limo arrived ten minutes early and was just waiting outside. "Let's go!" said david, spotting the limo through the window.

"Need to take care of one quick thing first," I said with a smile.  I unzipped my carry-on bag and pulled out the hairbrush. "We still have ten minutes," I said. "I spank until he rings the bell," I told my husband. Ha ha!

But it was no joke. I sat on our sofa with the hairbrush and our luggage all ready to go. I made him drop his pants and his underwear and drape himself across my knee. Then I gave him quite a spanking! No warm-up, just SMACK SMACK SMACK with the back of the brush, turning his butt cheeks a dark red.

It was a VERY LONG ten minutes before the doorbell finally rang. I tossed him off my lap and went to answer it as he pulled himself back together again.

As we were driving to the airport in the limo, I saw him squirming in his seat. I asked him, "is your butt sore?" He blushed like a teenaged girl as I asked him that out loud so the limo driver could hear us.

"yes ma'am," he answered sheepishly, confirming his submission to me.

When we arrived at the airport, the driver hopped out and moved our luggage to the curb for us. I paid him and added a tip. He did not say anything beyond "thank you," but I did notice a smile on his face. I wonder if the limo driver knows my husband is spanked?

We flew into Rome and decided to take the train into town. Should have taken a cab direct to the hotel, as the time and cost would have been about the same. It was still early, and so the hotel stowed our bags and we set out for some sight-seeing followed by lunch.

Once we returned, we got the room (a very beautiful one) and we had our long-awaited showers. I was done first and put on a hotel robe. When he came out of the bathroom in just a towel, I said "Spanking Time!" He smiled. Our hotel room in Rome had a clothes brush in the cupboard and featured a nice low settee to spank him on. I tried taking advantage of whatever natural "pervertibles" the hotel rooms had to offer.

I stripped him bare naked and had him back across my knee. I used my hand to spank him a bit first, and then I picked up the clothes brush and laid into his backside. It was another, proper, spanking. This would be his reality for the next two weeks. A proper spanking every single day! Poor baby had trouble sitting the whole vacation.

During this spanking he got very emotional and held onto my ankle and ass hard as he absorbed his painful punishment. As I spanked he sort of frantically thanked me over and over again for his spanking and yelled out how much he loved me as his little legs kicked and his ass turned fiery red. So sweet. We'd see how much he loved me after two solid weeks of daily spankings!

 (still a lot, as it turned out :-)

After his spanking I decided I should take him in his rear end as well. I told him to go to the bathroom and get himself ready to be fucked while I put on my strap-on. When he came back I bent him over the bed and proceeded to give him his highly embarrassing (for a "man") seeing-to.

It never gets old, me sticking a hard dick in his ass and fucking him after his spanking as if he was my little lady (he certainly moaned and squealed like one). After a nice hard, five minute ass reaming I gave him a bit of a reward. First he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. The Italian bidets make this much easier for him!

When he returned I put him face up on the bed and stroked and sucked on his cock languidly. Once he was super hard and drippy I made him go down on me. I always find he does a better job when he's in this highly sexually excited state, or maybe that's just me? At any rate, he gave me a series of great orgasms. After that I went back to him and handjobbed him several times to the very point of release. I channeled some of the "tease and denial" videos I had studied, and laughed at him while I backed off at his desperation to cum.

I eventually allowed him to dribble out a nice cummy, but it was entirely hands off for me. I just watched as he could hold it no longer and dribbled the cum out of his cocktip.

And that was just our first day!

I pretty much kept my word and spanked him at least once a day on our vacation, and sometimes more than once.

Some of the spankings and submissions were more fun and flirty, and several times he went over my knee for "good boy" spankings where I lubed up my thighs and allowed him to get himself off humping my knee while being hand-spanked and fondled.

Other spankings were very intense and emotional where we went deep into our kink.

It was a fun vacation and david and I very much got to "reconnect" in our spanking kink in the lovely old world Italian setting amidst beautiful art and glorious food and wine.

While I was looking for occasions to make things more "public", there was only one occasion where that got to happen, and a hotel maid saw his bare butt! I'll describe that in another post.

There was only once when I got spanked (preceded by a few swats in public at the pool in front of an older gentleman), and one other time when a cute hotel manager saw my bare butt scampering to the bathroom! I'll describe that also in a separate post.