Hot Take on Julie's Masturbation Session

One of my favourite "first reponders" is Brett, who sometimes gets inspired by a post and will write comments and emails that really express the essence of a scene.

Responding to Julie's Masturbation Session (you need to read it if you have not already - it even has photos of me fingering myself for real!) he writes in the comments

The account here is stunning. This girl, and I do mean *girl*, doesn't need a psycho-analyst, she needs a disciplinarian. In all the years I've been following this blog, you've never been as shamefully naughty as you've been this week. Your exposure is profound. I read through this very slowly, pausing to picture in my mind everything you were describing in detail. It feels like I was in the room with you, in your mind with you, and your humiliating performance is still palpable. The embarrassment you felt when you posted this must have been intense, and it should warm you for a long time to cum. It's a bit of a game-changer here because, though you've exposed your submissive side and experiences in many ways, this to me represents a more personal submission and vulnerability to your readers not like anything you've shared before. As such, it's possibly the most erotic account I've read, and these are the best female masturbation photos on the web. Generic pics of models or porn stars can't touch them.

I reached out by email after his comment thanking him and telling how much he "gets" me. He then returned my email with a series of more lengthy ones (which I hoped he would!). My commentary in red. The images added in are mine as well.

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Dear Julie. Thank YOU. It was such a pleasure to read and see your latest post, even more so than I expected. The tease up to it was exciting, and I wasn't sure you'd go through with it. I would not have blamed you at all if, when it came to pushing the send button, you had decided against publishing your masturbation. What you sent was more than simply that. If I had read your account before you posted, I would have recognized you enjoyed the pins and needles you sat on while writing it, but thought it too embarrassing for you to share.

Yes. Even more embarrassing Brett pointing out that the "correct" and "mature" thing to have done would be NOT to hit publish, but I did anyways...

As I read your account, I found it reminiscent of adolescence. A boy or girl at an age where they've discovered masturbation, the hormones raging, with no sexual outlet beyond what they can do alone in the secrecy of their room, and have indulged in repeated self-stimulation to a point where they are desperate to take it to a next level. In his or her bedroom, waiting til everyone else is out of the house, that inflamed boy or girl will behave without restraint. To what depths will that young mind go to find a more satisfying sexual release? Four solid walls, closed and covered windows are the only protection from unimaginable embarrassment should their shameful behavior be discovered. Is it not unbecoming for a mature married woman to be alone on her bed like an overstimulated teenager, slavishly devoting herself to, and helplessly controlled by her own salacious urges?

That is how I felt. Out of control. Not being able to control my own pussy. Desperately guilty about it at the same time.

And so you were all alone, your husband out of the house, no supervision for young Julie with her pants on fire. The pants had to go, and you were bare naked on your bed like the girl who used to worry about her Daddy catching her. You don't need to be totally nude in order to masturbate, but to totally submit to the sordid visions of dominant men in your mind, you stripped bare for them, exposing everything to their lustful objectifying eyes. It wasn't enough to be telling us you masturbated while thinking you were being punishment spanked over your husband's knee with groups of strange men watching your humiliation, you were sharing every detail of your masturbatory performance. Here I sit not just knowing you do it, but step-by-step exactly how you play with yourself, how you rub your clit and spank it, our pretty little slut in heat. Your disgraceful fantasies were just beginning, though, as if your subconscious had righteously judged your selfish naked behavior in bed, and was now prepared to subject you to the full punishment you had coming.

My "pants on fire". Oh BLUSH!
Yes, every detail. How I finger myself, how I rub my clitty, how I spank it! Touching myself where I imagine the mens' eyes fixate.

I love how full nudity can still in this day and age be so embarrassing for a boy or girl, such a potent symbol of lower standing and higher susceptibility, how you can feel the eyes of witnesses on your bare skin, head-to-toe, like an army ant of invasion of your most private space. The higher you are, the longer the fall, and so who do you NOT want to witness such painful indignity? To see you truly "taken down a peg?" At work? In your bed, on your altar of indecency, you prop up the photo of the pretty girl bent helplessly over the edge of the table.

Is that your boss's boss? Grabbing the girl's hair in one fist, his other hand spanking her bared bottom? Fingertips tease your exposed clit, your fevered mind takes you to that place because it thirsts for the shame.

Grabbing my hair, spanking my bared bottom... publicly

Your reputation at stake before your male colleagues, where you've attained a high level of power and position. How easily that can all be stripped away. See that naked girl contorting to hide her breasts and pussy behind barely adequate arms and hands. With sincere modesty, she fights her exposure.

Could that be innocent Julie, doing all that is humanly possible to cover her privates? Mortifying enough that you are showing so much bare white skin to those six well-dressed men over whom you once presided.

No. please no! Not this. no...

"Hands to your sides, young lady." It's not enough, and you are not in a position today where you dare disobey. You're naked to the world now.

I love the drawing! That poor young woman forced to stand naked in the center of a room full of well-dressed businessmen. The miserable look on her dismayed face tells us that she has never experienced this before except perhaps in her nightmares.

Imagine being forced against your will to be naked like that? Oh gosh!

She has no ambitions to be a stripper. She might rather have a job jumping out of airplanes without a parachute. This is a woman who holds tightly onto her privacy, only her most intimate partners having seen her bare body. Does she even know these men? It would be infinitely better if they were complete strangers she would never see again. The most devastating is that she is shaved bare. With arms at sides, her pussy is not just exposed, but in a blatant fashion, her puffy hairless mound and smooth slit are an invitation.

She most definitely did not shave her pussy for strange men -- maybe just being very naughty for the seduction and pleasure of her lover? In this room of well-dressed men, she appears like a prepubescent girl.

Yes. That is sooo private!!!! Not for them! Not for all of them!

As you squirmed in heat on your bed, you were this girl, forced to turn in a slow circle, showing the men your bare white bottom. As director of your own fantasy, you must have seen where this was going, but as that helpless girl, you believed this WAS your punishment. Naked humiliation. None of these coworkers would ever view you the same again. That should have been bad enough, but not enough to satisfy a naughty little whore still squirming in unfulfilled desperation. The wretched naked woman would never even imagine that, in this room of men, she had been stripped bare for a little girl's punishment, over a strong man's knee for a spanking...

I knew where the fantasy was inevitably headed, but me, in my fantasy, was naive and did not.

As I read what you are facing I'm asking myself, what is humiliation? What might satisfy a situation where feelings of embarrassment are truly overwhelming, where you can't see beyond them to imagine a way of coping? Each person will answer that differently, but we agree that a spanking is our place to start. Where you are sitting, say that word out loud -- *Spanking* -- You prefer to speak it softly, in case someone might hear. You know what spanking means. Taken over the knee, helpless, to be punished like a child. On your BARE bottom.

This is a spanking. In my mind, having this done to you against your will, by a member of the opposite sex, and with witnesses of the opposite sex, is one of the most humiliating things imaginable! The humiliation includes the inevitable crying, carrying on, and begging, sincerely, for it to stop, please stop! My humiliation is heightened by the knowledge that all he needs is his hand to get me to that state.

We bring in an audience to raise your self-consciousness, the jury to render a verdict on your indignity.

From Shadow Lane - Heidi and Elka

We strip you bare completely. You are powerless, your status reduced to that of the smallest child, but what does your relative social or professional standing matter now? Only that the members of your audience define that standing, that you will forever be judged through their eyes?

I enjoyed how the heavy ornate chair brought from the side of the room was placed in the center of the semi-circle of facing men.

You were confused because, really, who would think...? Naked, yes, but are you not still a powerful businesswoman? Turns out, this was your disciplinarian's premeditated plan for you. The traditional armless spanking chair is still the preferred platform for dealing with bad boys and girls. The extravagance of this chair says we're putting on a show. Its solidity is the assurance that your spanking will be thorough. Center stage, nothing to distract from this dramatic scene in which you in your birthday suit will star.

Brett and I are both fans of "birthday suit discipline." A spanking is surely bad enough, but when Mommy or Daddy sentence you to birthday suit discipline on top of that???

The taking off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeve -- patiently removing his ring. A naughty girl should have had her hand on an upset tummy, or reflexively seeking to protect her tingling behind, but maybe our businesswoman in front of her coworkers was in a state of denial? And the man has a manservant to help him prepare for your punishment. Do you not think it delicious that, in this oddly Baroque setting, your station was now much lower than his. It was all such a richly formal proceeding, and with you standing there agape, a lost little girl with no power to move against the powerful current that is carrying her.

Yes. A fully witnessed birthday suit spanking. There is no position lower!

Against this strong, handsome, confident and dominant man, you could have simply been ordered to submit over his knee. Would you have dared to disobey? For how long? That could have been a scene for your coworkers to digest, hearing your desperate negotiations before the inevitable, but at least you could have spoken up for yourself. Instead, he chose to simply treat you like a child by wordlessly and forcefully taking you to your spanking. In his powerful grip, man-handled. You needed to feel his strength and be assured that you were fragile under his control, that you were a naked girl given no options here, could only blush brightly for your audience, the look on your face like nothing the "bitch at work" had ever shown her colleagues before.

This is important in my fantasies. That I not be "given a choice". That I am forced across his knee through ridiculously superior strength - a grown man handling a naughty child.

How a naughty girl is positioned for her spanking is so important, and I was excited to see your Dom was not careless in this regard. You got taken Over The Knee, which of course is idiomatic for over or across his lap or thigh. To be precise, you were turned up and over, head to the ground, backside arched wantonly high to the sky.

My "nightmare" / "worst case scenario" position! The exposure of my dangling breasts as acutely embarrassing as that of my backside.

One hard spank where it does a bad girl good, and you finally and fully understood where you had been taken. With your face at the floor, did the men get to see your expression at that moment once you had felt the power of his scolding hand on your bare flesh? It must have been priceless. You could not believe you were being spanked like a child, yet the reality of it must have grabbed your attention like the sting of a bullwhip.

Oh my gosh. Can you imagine being positioned like this, on display like this, for your spanking??? You realize that when you are positioned like this, and when the spanking occurs low across both cheeks, your pussy is not spared the spanks? You get that, right? And that everybody can see your pussy being spanked, along with your backside?

You could feel the eyes of every man gathered around you. In the throes of masturbation, it was not enough that they be fictional characters, but your real male coworkers seeing you like this. Did you think about times you gave them reason to want to see you taken down a peg? Imagine if they found out you, while naked and alone in your bed, think about them when you finger your clit, wishing you could tell them you deserve the spanking you are getting. You promise to kick your legs and jiggle your bare breasts for them. You will scream and beg to them. Your pussy will pout open, a pretty little slut offering them everything. On your bed you rub, knowing you'll see them all at work soon enough...

yes

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and here's another installment from Brett:

We're talking about a fantasy here. We want to imagine that it's real. Imagine Julie stripped naked in front of her coworkers, taken over the boss's knee and given a spanking, a humiliation that will forever change the relationship between her and her colleagues. It is such a powerful idea, but what is *not* fantasy -- Miss Julie in real life, alone and out of her husband's eye, selfishly engaged in desperate masturbation. You performed naked on your bed in rhythm and tune with the fantasy, a direct reflection of the imagined humiliation you were suffering. As I read that narrative, two parallel scenes played on my mind like a split-screen effect, on the left where an office humiliation fantasy was showing, and on display on the right, the reality of a grown woman in adolescent heat. I thought the girl I was watching on the right should have been getting the spanking shown on the left, but totally real and across her husband's knee. Years ago, if Daddy had discovered this disgraceful behavior, maybe Julie wouldn't be needing this well-deserved punishment today from her husband.

And since Brett wrote that, that actually happened, and was video taped, and was posted!!!!
Julie Spanked on Video!

As you masturbated, you imagined yourself over the handsome man's knee, held in place by a strong left hand. He then began the spanking. You italicized "the spanking" because the words required emphasis. I definitely picked up on that detail. Turned on your side in bed, your own hands busy front and back, you were getting spanked. Do you know what happens to bad girls? Answer me young lady! You know what a strong man's bare hand can do to a poor girl's bare bottom when she's earned a good lesson with that hand.

I do know... every teenaged girl's nightmare!

Naked on your bed, you heard the sound as if each fleshy slap was an explosion from the scene at work echoed by the walls of your bedroom at home. On the split screen in my mind, in bed you throbbed in time with the punishment witnessed by your coworkers.

Did you make a spectacle of yourself? Businesswoman on the left, naughty girl on the right? At the office, you had no choice. You were getting a spanking that transforms a proud and bossy woman into a humble and obedient child. That strong hard hand is your master, and no one watching doubted it. The lowest fleshy curves of your buttocks, your tender sit spots, are agonizingly vulnerable, and everyone could see it. You know every male in that room is wishing to see your surrender, and no matter how badly you want to deny them, hard, sharp spanking discipline has you kicking and hollering like a little girl. Over his knee you were on fire. On your bed you were on fire. As you played with your pussy, did you also really spank your own bottom? You chose italics again in confessing to us your slutty behavior. Your blog really should be renamed The Shameful Confessions of Miss Julie.

yes, Sir...

You had been spanked to shocking disgrace in full view of your coworkers, but it still wasn't enough. Fevered masturbation to that point had only brought you to a state of higher desperation, his fingers, your fingers, spanking your inflamed pussy, and you needed to put on a more humiliating display for your audience. He pulled your cheeks apart to spank, and you posted a photo to show us explicitly what you looked like, a woman's most private parts uncompromisingly exposed as bare as can be. Look how pretty you are, shaved so pink and smooth, but this was no exhibition of which you could be proud. You will receive no trophy to put on your desk at work to remind everyone how you looked that day, but then nobody is about to ever forget the sight anyway. I'm trying to imagine a future situation at work where you have to exert your authority, or to compel a coworker in some conflict to take you seriously. Will they be able to hide the smirk on their face with the vision of your pink nether regions on ripe display?

I enjoyed your confession, how you spread your own bottom cheeks and played with yourself back there, rubbing and spanking, fiddling your clit. On the one hand, a naughty girl is inherently erotic, while on the other, you are sharing your most private moments in public shame. In your mind, you were kicking wildly over his knee. In your bed you flutter kicked your legs so you could feel how your pussy and bum were opening and closing to be exposed to your audience. He was spanking every inch of your most intimate anatomy, and you had to spank yourself in concert, a naughty girl driven by insatiable desire to ultimately spank her own wet pussy frantically hard, then rub her clit, spank and rub and spank and rub like a runaway machine. The men were laughing at your greed.

"No! Not that! I'm so sore already. Not a paddling! Please!" You were actually in bed begging yourself to be spared the paddle. How crazy horny is that? Of course you were not to be spared. Very bad girls get the paddle. The paddle in italics because Miss Julie knows what that means. Her tender pretty behind knows. See the photo.

Those deep red marks on pale flesh are evidence, exhibit 'A'. The paddle was fetched by the manservant, who appeared to be maintaining a gentlemanly air in the presence of your unladylike downfall. Driven by your arousal, the position for the paddle had to be even more vulnerable and revealing. The drawing you share is delicious, the man with the paddle securing you so that while your hands and feet dangle ungracefully awkward, your bottom and pussy from behind are presented dramatically high and under the firmest control.

I like how you gave yourself no safeword. Girls behaving like you are never allowed to stop their own punishment. That fact lives in the pit of your stomach.

It wasn't enough to simply imagine the paddling you were getting. You were a girl scrunched into a fetal position on your bed who needed an actual punishment, even if she had to do it herself. You rubbed the hard wood of the hairbrush against the soft lips of your pussy and, under increasing arousal, you were driven by lust to brush-spank your own bottom hard. OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! you cried to your real master. I enjoyed your description of the performance, and how you recognized what a silly little woman you were being.

On the left side of the screen, Julie was still getting paddled. Relentlessly on her elevated ass.

"The man stops paddling and asks me mockingly, "are we going to be a good little employee for me from now on?"

"'YES!' I cry out through my tears."

"'Yes what?'"

"'Yes Daddy!' I scream out from across his knee."

The climax of your account for me. The money shot. Your bottom paddled. Your face awash with tears. Your bare body ruthlessly exposed, you cry to your Daddy from across his knee. Your surrender is now complete yet more profound than anyone expected. If an employee is to show respect to her boss, the honorific is, of course, "Sir." For the woman at work, this is astonishing what she has involuntarily revealed. Across her boss's lap, she has been taken to the point where, as if injected with a truth serum, she is unable to hide her most closely guarded secret. In her mind, her heart, her body, this was a spanking from "Daddy." Everyone in the room laughed out loud as expected, but looking at the screen on the left, I was smiling. At the heart of the fantasy, a teenager was getting a spanking from her Daddy, and that is really what the girl masturbating on her bed is seeking...

Oh yes!!!!