Saturday, April 17

Julie Spanked for Teasing Daddy!

So I finally got my comeuppance for all those times as a teen when I sat on Daddy's lap in only my panties and a thin white tank-top T-shirt and gave him a great big hug. What was I thinking???

Did I know what I was doing at that age? Absolutely. Did Daddy calmly give me a chaste hug, a kiss on my cheek, stand me up, and tell me to get dressed? Yes he did. Should I have received a proper spanking for that behaviour? Definitely yes!

I know many girls have this abstract "Daddy" fantasy. They call their boyfriends or husbands "Daddy" while having sex with them. That's a thing, right? I wouldn't actually know, as I have never had that discussion with another woman. I think that I may be a bit unique in going beyond the "abstract Daddy" and actually fantasizing about my actual Dad. That's something you absolutely don't discuss with anybody, except you guys of course.

It's not much of a secret that my husband reminds me a lot of my Dad. And the two of them get on famously. Tools and cars and booze and cigars and sports amongst other topics. In my book Julie's Spankings, I describe a bit the relationship between my Dad and my husband. That part is not fictional. David sort of rescued me, and my Mom and Dad were very glad to have it. They always saw David as the "grown-up" in the relationship, a notion I by no means disabused them of when I revealed to them that David had "spanking rights" over me and exercised them from time to time. They were not shocked to find out ๐Ÿ˜‚.

I think it's basic psychology. A girl's later sexual preferences are patterned after her Daddy, especially if the daughter admires her Dad as I very much do. And I know that, according to Freud,

Freud described the feminine Oedipus attitude complex as a daughter's longing for her father and competition with her mother. The daughter possesses an unconscious desire to replace her mother as her father's sexual partner, [... This] is thought to take place during the phallic stage of psychosexual development, ages 3 to 6, during which time daughters spend more time with their fathers, flirting and practicing sexual behaviors without sexual contact.

In Freud's theory the child goes through stages of sexual development labelled oral, anal, phallic, latent, and genital. Neurotic people get stuck at these various stages. They develop an oral fixation, an anal fixation, and so on. Guilty as charged, on all counts (and so are all you lovable freaks reading this!). I don't know what kind of disease it is when these unconscious longings for Daddy's sexual attention drive to the conscious, but whatever that is, I have it.

Now David knows all about my real Daddy fantasies, and how I behaved as a teen, and thinks it's cute and not at all psychotic. Nice to have a loving and supportive partner who will lie to you for your own good!

We had so much kinky fun on our last roleplay, Husband Treats Wife Like Whore, that we wanted to do another femsub one soonest. "What shall we do?" we asked one another.

Well it was David who suggested it. How about he plays my Dad, I play myself at age sixteen, and he spanks me for inappropriately sitting on his lap in my skimpy panties and T? Does my man know me or what? YES!

The cool thing is that David is about the same age as my Dad would have been when I was pulling that stunt. David is just into his forties. Daddy had me at 25. I was around 16 years old when I was still doing it. You do the math. And for my part I still behave like a 16-year-old at times...

I dressed in simple white panties and a white tank-top, nothing overtly "sexy". The panties were a bit cheeky (or is that me?), but not anything over the top. A bit like this but with white panties.

And yes, there was a bit of "nipple show through", both in real-life and when I was a teen. I remember looking at myself in the mirror multiple times and then emerging to hug Daddy like that. It was no accident. What a pervy little girl I was!

David was sitting on the couch reading a book. My Dad was often sitting on the couch, reading a book.

I went over to "Daddy", plunked myself on his lap, put my arms around him, gave him a great big hug and said, "I love you Daddy!"

You want to talk about instant regression? Oh my gosh. Physically doing that, exactly as I remembered doing that, dressed more or less as I had been, brought it screaming back to me. What the hell was I thinking?????

David put his book aside, disentangled me carefully, and lifted me up off his lap with his two hands under my armpits, staying as far away as possible from my breasts, but not entirely managing to. David did it perfectly. I had described it to him, and he emulated it perfectly.

If this were the real thing, Daddy would have looked at me with a bit of a disapproving smile and told me to go get dressed now and then gone right back to reading. He never told me out loud that it was not appropriate, but I did get the message, but would always repeat it again with a little thrill in my tummy at the next natural opportunity. I didn't like ever doing it in front of my Mom or my siblings, as when I did, they looked much more disapprovingly at me. I suppose Daddy should have said something, but I guess he did not want to shatter me, which was probably a good thing. Being called on my bullshit by my Daddy would have shattered me at that age, despite my knowing deep down it was not ok. I treated it like a game. A little boundary pushing game. Silly little girl. I would have spanked me! Where were you, delinquent parents?

But this time it was not the real thing, it was an exploratory roleplay, and David was not so constrained.

"Julie, that's inappropriate and you know it."

"What? I just wanted to give you a hug."

"You can do that with your clothes on."

"Oh Daddy, I have clothes on. It's just underwear. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that it's inappropriate for a girl your age to be prancing around men in your underwear, and you damned well know it and you do it anyways."

"I DON'T know it!" I said as I stomped my foot on the ground.

"Well I guess I'll have to teach you then. With a spanking. Come here!" With that Daddy sat up a little reached his long arm for my upper arm, grabbed me in a soft but vice-like grip, and pulled me towards him.

"No! Daddy no!" I said as I pulled back with all my inconsiderable might. Nonetheless he inexorably pulled me closer and then tipped me across his knee. "I'm too OLD for a spanking!"

"A grown-up young lady, acting her age, knowing that it's inappropriate as you do, would not try to fluster the grown men around her. And you know what happens if she does? She'll be reminded of her place like a child is reminded of her place!"

And with that, Daddy grabbed the waistband of my panties, pulled them down to my thighs, my knees, my ankles, and then right off.

"No! No!" I begged. "Please, not my panties. Please!"

"Oh, so you're bashful now are you? I am going to teach you a lesson in modesty you won't soon forget." With that, Daddy spun me so that my legs straddled his thigh!

"Nooooo!" I screamed as I felt my legs parting and all my heretofore private parts going on full display. He held me there interminably as I writhed in mortified humiliation showing myself off to him. This was him "calling my bluff". I wanted to tease and show myself off, well so be it, I would get more than I bargained for. Aversion therapy. I would get my fill!

This is an image I've used before on my blog. For me, it captures this position perfectly. Her anus and vagina both on display. Trying to squeeze her legs shut but only squeezing Daddy's hard thigh instead. The necessary arching of the low back caused by tits on couch and ass high. The angle pushing the clit right into the thigh. The feet dangling increasing the pressure on the pussy. And with the legs spread, the tender "insides" of the ass cheeks and the thighs become accessible for spanks. And I know that my husband, in his zeal to spank the insides of my butt crack, indiscriminately whips his fingertips against my anal ring and my pussy lips, and just does not even seem to care! No Daddy! Please No! Not like this! Please!

Here is another photo of the same position in which I found myself.

You can see many of the same characteristics. I believe this to be the most embarrassing position a girl can be given a spanking in. And the embarrassment is not only from the spanking, but from the inevitable and unstoppable wriggling that occurs during a spanking, which in this position results in a shameless "leg-humping" that looks all the world like the girl is trying to get herself off. And the harder the spanking, the more apparent "leg humping" she engages in. And whether that is the intent or not, some girls, and I am extremely susceptible to it myself, will get off, whether they want to or not, and shudder to unmistakable climax while being severely spanked. Of course, along the way, the pussy will moisten, and there will be no hiding that from Daddy, who is likely to walk away with a wet spot on his pant leg caused by his daughter.

I have acutely suffered, in real life, the ignominy of being straddle-spanked to involuntary orgasm. My own sister did it to me! Believe me, it was the last thing I ever wanted to happen across her knee, but it happened regardless. I tried to minimize it, and she acted as if she didn't notice it, but I knew I came, and she knew I came, so oh blush!

So if you catch a glimpse, from afar even, of a girl being spanked like this made to straddle her Daddy's thigh, you will realize what is going on with her, and I hope you will feel some sympathy for her hyper-embarrassing situation.

Do some girls deserve this form of spanking for certain behaviours?
I believe yes. Yes they do.
Anything involving inappropriate sexuality is fair game to be punished like this.

I feel that in my particular case, given what I had done and how deliberately I had engineered it, that a fully nude straddle spanking would have been entirely justified, with all its embarrassing consequences, and Mommy should have been there to watch the first part, right up to an including orgasm, and then taken over with the wooden spoon for a real blister-spanking over her knee after my thorough spending across Daddy's knee.

Then "Daddy" began my spanking. I bucked and wriggled and screeched, but all that motion across Daddy's hard thigh was having an "impact". Due to my spread wide position, as Daddy was spanking the low insides of my bum his fingers did indeed occasionally whip into my pussy lips.

"Julie, I can feel that you're becoming inappropriately sexually excited by your spanking."

"Dadddy! Pleazzzze!" How mortifying would that be for a teen?

"No young lady. I'm keeping you here and will finish you're spanking here, and we'll just have to let nature take her course."


"No! Not like this! Please not like this!"


At this point I was totally in the headspace. David WAS my Daddy. I WAS his teenaged daughter. I WAS being spanked like this. And, not unexpectedly for me, I WAS going to cum like this!


I ground my pussy shamelessly into David's knee even as he intensified my spanking, and I came hard.


"Julie! You shameless little girl! You've had an orgasm during your spanking. I am not impressed!"

(tee hee - David told me after the scene he was impressed.)

Daddy stood me up, still pantyless, and spanked my bare bottom all the way to the corner where I was told to wait there until my Mother comes home and we'll just have to see if she has anything further to say about my behaviour.

And we ended the scene. And we went and had sex!

So that's my freaky fantasy. What do you think? Slutty or nice?


P.S. In case you missed it, Miss Chris dropped a comment on my previous blog entry, Julie Scolded by Miss Chris. She suggested that an online scolding was hardly sufficient, and this should be settled spanko style and on film! She said she would "make it really truly embarrassing". Oh dear. She asked for votes. Go check that out and vote in the comments there if David and I should make a road trip to pay our respects to Miss Chris...

Thursday, April 15

Julie Scolded by Miss Chris!

Oh dear. Now I've done and gone it. I received an email scolding from Miss Chris of

I know I am a terrible offender in that I do google image searches and choose random photos to publish to illustrate a blog post. I do feel guilty that in many cases these are professional photos that have just shown up in random places on the web. If I get them from their original source, I usually credit them, but in many cases I am just too lazy to do the necessary searching and/or crediting. In this case my laziness resulted in a scolding from likely the last person in the world you want to be scolded by!

The offending post was from June 25 of 2020, and was me fantasizing about being spanked publicly out on the front lawn by my Mommy and Daddy in front of the neighbors: Front Yard Spankings. I used the following image without the "courtesy of" and was caught red-handed.

Courtesy Miss Chris (

This was actually an image from a video from what appears to be the now defunct studio. Miss Chris delivers a mighty spanking to poor Clint while the neighbour girl watches it all. Miss Chris can deliver one heck of a spanking, and poor little Clint can take one heck of a spanking!

Miss Chris sent me a polite but firm email indicating that she noticed the image and asking for a credit at the least. As I say, it was very polite, very professional, very reasonable, and boy did I feel scolded. I suggested to Miss Chris that in addition to adding the credit (of course!) that I would also write this blog article about her giving me a bit of a scolding with a link to her current website which offers her services by way of recompense.

Miss Chris replied, "There's no need to remove it, just credit me and I like the idea of the blog post about me scolding you. Because I am! LOL"

You see? I didn't imagine it. I was being scolded!

Of course, as soon as I got that message back, I ran as quick as I could to add the credit. That brought me face to face with the above photo of Clint being spanked across Miss Chris' knee. I remembered how desperate Clint was in that video, how red his bum was, how he kicked and cried out and screeched at his spanking. That immediately transferred to me. It was not Clint across Miss Chris' knee, but me across her knee. Me kicking and screaming and crying at a very. very, justly deserved outdoor, public, blister-spanking on my bare bum.

I've been paddled strictly before, by my friend Tracy, and this was the result.

That paddling was a fiery hell! Would I have gotten off of Miss Chris' knee with less than that? I very much doubt it. In fact, I very much doubt I would have been doing any comfortable sitting for at least a week!

Please go and visit Miss Chris' website at I did and read every word. It is very exciting! Miss Chris offers all sorts of disciplinary type services to naughty boys and girls, something I know we could all benefit from, from time to time.

And Miss Chris, my deepest apologies. I am a very, very sorry little girl...

Saturday, April 10

Husband Treats Wife Like Whore - and she likes it

There was a comment the other day where I suggested perhaps I ought to turn david out and make a few bucks off his greedy slutty asshole.

That gaping asshole yearning to be filled. Begging me for a rough cock-fucking. I should really turn his ass out, make a few bucks off that slut.

Yeah get his ass on the street and earning dollar for U ๐Ÿ‘
He’ll know he’s owned when he’s in the middle of a spit roasting ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Exactly. I'll belt whip him if he doesn't bring home enough $$$.

Good for U ๐Ÿ‘

I am such a total switch, however, that whenever I have that thought about him, I have the exact same thought about myself. So I asked David for a roleplay where I would be a sex worker and he would be my client. I wonder how many women act this roleplay out? A lot I think!

I wanted to be a new sex worker, grudgingly doing it because my husband and I are down on our luck (through a series of unfortunate events) with no other recourse.  Men have always lusted after me. We need cash fast to make rent and buy food. So I put up an add on the Internet with a pic, screen some potential clients, and choose one with the main criterion that he seems safe, polite, and, most importantly, rich. I went "high-end" with $1000 a session. I thought my bod justified it, right? Why not cash in, right?

I wanted the client to be a bit of a manipulative asshole sort of client, pushing my boundaries, bribing me with extra cash. Not dangerous, but making me degrade myself "willingly" for extra cash.

It's a complex issue, women who feel pushed into sex work by financial need. I wanted to roleplay that in order to examine it a bit. I wanted to get into the headspace of feeling compelled, for much needed cash, to do things that go beyond my boundaries with a strange man. I expected to viscerally feel that degradation, and have more empathy and understanding for women in that situation as a result (if you're reading this last with skepticism, I get it!)

David got a whole bunch of cash as a "prop". I did myself up and dressed up in a short, tight, sexy skirt, blouse, hose, and heels. I wanted him to promise me the cash would go back into our savings after we played. He said that any part of the cash I did not earn back from him would be spent frivolously, rather than squirreled away for retirement, on caviar, and ridiculously high-end booze. The stakes were high! We pretended it was an "outcall", where I would show up at our house masquerading as his giant hotel suite.

I "arrived" and we greeted. He complimented my appearance. He offered me a drink which I accepted. We engaged in conversation. But there was no money. There should have been a discrete envelope with $1000 in it. How does a girl raise that question without seeming crass?

"Maybe I'll go freshen up a bit," I decided to say. "If you could have my envelope for when I get back?"

"Certainly!" David said.

I went to the bathroom to pee. I got back and saw my envelope. What do I do? Do I count it? $1000 is a lot of money. Was I being short changed? How do I do that? I should have asked for the envelope before I went to the bathroom. I decided I should confidently pick it up and look inside. Not count it, but just eyeball it. I did that with as much dignity as I could muster. David sat there smirking at me. I could believe he was thinking, "what a whore." I put the envelope in my purse and said, "should we get started?"

"May I 'unwrap' you?" he asked. That was an odd way of saying it. The unexpected is fun in a roleplay.

"Of course," I said, going along smoothly. There was no script. I had to put myself in the mindset of my character and do what comes naturally, as did David. David stood, guided me to my feet, and began undressing me on the spot. He kept going, slowly and sensually, until I was completely naked. He was still completely clothed. My character felt awkward and embarrassed, and so, so did I. Roleplay can transport you when done right.

"I want to see what I've bought," David told me as he stepped back and took me in. I felt awkward, but I posed for him, and spun when he indicated it. Ok, this was degrading! Shall I tell him to go fuck himself? He would take his money back and what would I have to say about it? Ok, it was embarrassing but whatever, right?

"Satisfied?" I asked him a bit haughtily.

"Very. But you can tone down the attitude. If you want a nice tip that is."

"Sorry," I said. "I'm new to this."

"Really? Well that's interesting. Do you need the money?"

"Yes," I answered simply. No sense denying it.

"I'll see if we can't give you some opportunities to earn a bit more along the way."

What an asshole!

"That's not necessary. My fee will be fine. Shall we head to the bedroom?"

"Eager, are you?"

Eager to get this over with!

"Very eager," I said in a sexy voice, hoping to recover the situation. He did mention "TIPS".

He took me to the bedroom.

"Before we start, I get very turned on giving an attractive girl like you a little spanking before sex. Are you game?"

"I'm sorry. That's not ok. I did not agree to that."

"How about for an extra... say... $250?" As David said that, he pulled out a big wad of cash from his pocket, counted out $250, and held it out to me.

That's a lot of money. I could either take it, and then still count on a tip later, or refuse a second time and likely walk out only with the original fee.

"Ok, but just a little spanking, very light, and you stop as soon as I ask you to, ok?

"That's fine," David said as he handed me the $250.

I thought, given I was trying to act the part honestly, that I should feel at least a bit degraded by now, compromising my boundaries for $'s. But I didn't feel degraded at all. I felt a sense of pleasure in taking an extra $250 from this "stranger".

He sat on the bed and pulled me gently across his knee. He started giving me a very light spanking while fondling my ass and my pussy and my tits. I tried getting myself deeper into my headspace. "I'm getting paid for this" I reminded myself as I clenched my teeth and endured the groping and slapping from this "strange man".

Pretty soon he was spanking harder and I say, "Ok please stop. That's too hard and it's enough now."

"Awwww," he said. "I wanted to spank you until you were crying like a little girl. Haven't you ever been spanked by your Daddy until you cried?" As he said that, he rubbed my ass gently. David likes teasing me about my Daddy obsession. But David is my Daddy, really.

"I have not!" I told him, though that was not exactly the truth. Feeling his hand on my low back I said, "let me up. We had an agreement."

"How about we modify the agreement? I'll add another $250 if you let me spank you until your ass is bright red and you cry like a little girl? I won't injure you, I promise. Just a naughty girl's spanking. And you can even have a safeword, 'red' if you really need me to stop."

"No." I said.

"How about $500?"

I had to think a bit about that. Given tips and all, it was the difference between $1250 and more like $2000 likely. Still not enough.

"No, I don't need the money that badly. And you've already spanked me."

"That wasn't a proper spanking. Ok then, $1000."

Holy shit! Now it was more like $1250 versus, what, possibly $2500??? That kind of money would make a big difference.

"What if I take your money and say 'red' right away?"

"Well that would be cheating, and you wouldn't do that. How about this. I'll give you $500 right now, and then you earn the rest of the $1000 by accepting your spanking like a good little girl. You can still call 'red' anytime, but I'll decide how well you did, and lay out accordingly. Deal?"

"How bad would it need to be for me to get it all?"

"Ha ha. So now you want it all, do you? You'd have to have a hot red ass, and be kicking and crying for real, but I promise you'll be right as rain with only a tingle in your bum five minutes later."

"Ok, deal," I said. I supposed that was fair. That was a LOT of money. I could grin and bear it. What's the big deal about a spanking anyways? I'm sure lots of girls get spanked to tears growing up. 

David put what was presumably $500 on the floor in front of me in one pile, and another pile of presumably the other $500 in a pile beside it. Then he started in with my "real" spanking. Youch! That man can spank. I thought my best recourse to earn my full $1000 was to cry as soon as humanly possible. Without using 'red' I started squirming and verbalizing and begging like I imagine a little girl getting a nasty spanking would. As it got more and more intense, I just kept my eyes firmly fixed on my money. Damn. The things I do for money.

Before too, too long I was able to dredge up some snot and tears and I was sounding pretty pitiful even to myself. The amount of 'acting' required was minimal, I can assure you.

He stopped my spanking, put me on my feet, and stood beside me.

"How'd I do?" I asked him, sniffling.

"Well, maybe a few crocodile tears, but judging by the state of your rosy red ass, I think you earned the full amount. Go on, pick it up."

Ok, well this was more degrading than the spanking. I turned and bent over and picked up my money. As I was doing it, I got another resounding slap on my ass. Grrrrrr.

"Is sucking cock included in the base fee?" He asked it with a smile as he began undressing.

"It is," I said.

He undressed to naked and stood there. He has a pretty good body. I like it, anyways.

"That's a pretty big cock," I said, coquettishly.

"I bet you say that to all the guys"

"Lie down on the bed."

"I prefer to stand. You kneel."

Ok. Whatever. I got down on my knees in front of him. It was his money, I guess. I took his cock in my hands and began fondling it.

"In your mouth, young lady," he chided. I was getting there! I obeyed (cringe!) and enveloped his cock in my mouth being careful of no teeth (yes, a valid criticism of my technique, but it's hard to keep your lips pursed like that all the time). We decided our simulation of sex worker and client would not extend to responsible condom use. Hey, there have to be some advantages to being a married couple.

"Put your hands behind your back, they're not helping," he said.

What did he mean, 'not helping'. Fine. Whatever.

I went back in with just my mouth and I sucked and bobbed and made smoochy sexy sounds. I was supposed to be naive and new to this, so I did not even try my best, but reverted to my pre-trained technique (when I had my DD contract I made some great strides in oral technique in an attempt to protect my ass from his belt!).

David picked up on this because he pulled me off him and said, "ok, that's just not very good."

Even though I was sorta going for that, it still felt a bit hurtful. Like I said, I was in character, method acting.

"Let's hope you have other talents," he suggested. "Get on the bed and get those ankles over your ears."

Fine, whatever. I went onto the bed and lay on the bed trying to look sexy and inviting.

"Ankles over your ears," he persisted. What? He was serious?

"No. It's embarrassing..." I complained.

"You don't listen very well. Do you want a nice tip or not? Ankles. Over. Your. Ears."

I blushed, pulled my knees towards my chest, spread my legs,  straightened at the knees, and pulled my ankles back with my hands.

David looked at me and smirked. I could feel him thinking "what a total whore."

"Just do it, already," I said a bit testily.

"Watch the attitude," he reminded me.

He got on the bed and knelt between my legs. His hardon was major. He took the tip of his dick and started pushing it into my vag.

"Ouch. Please. A bit of foreplay or at least use lube or something!" I begged.

I get wet more on the inside, but without foreplay it does not get to the entrance where it's needed.

David lowered his head and then made a show of literally spitting on my pussy. Then he went back with his cock.

"Ouch! No. Foreplay, please!"

"If you want foreplay it would be you paying me, now wouldn't it?"

"Fine. But then I need lube. There's some in my purse."

David got up and started leaving the room. "Don't move now. I expect to see you just like that when I get back." He left before I could respond.

Whatever. I didn't want to give this man an excuse not to tip me generously, so I held my humiliating, ready-to-be-fucked, pose. Again though, while the pose was designed to humiliate me, I was not at all feeling humiliated. I was feeling like I was going to take even more money off this guy, willingly proffered, so who really was humiliating themselves?

He came back and tossed the tube of lube beside me on the bed, he also tossed the earlier envelope with my cash fee next to it. "In case you were worried," he said.

"Put the lube on me," I said, wiggling my cunt at him.

"Put it on yourself. Who's paying whom here?"

I imagine it's not realistic, this much overt discussion of payment, but it was the aspect we were delving into, so we exaggerated it.

I went to lower my knees and do so.

"Keep your feet where they were," he said.

I straightened my legs again, pulling them back, exposing my pussy lewdly, opened the tube of lube, and smeared a copious amount on and inside my pussy as he watched me with that damned smirk.

I put the tube aside and grabbed my ankles again. It was getting tiring. He positioned himself back between my legs and then plunged into me!

He slid in, but the fact is his cock is pretty thick and I always feel a bit "split open" at first. He used his hands to push down on the backs of my thighs which relieved me from having to hold the stressful position myself, and then he fucked me hard and deep, bouncing my ass on the bed.

As he fucked me I repeated my mantra silently to myself: "I'm a whore. I'm being fucked like a whore. I deserve to be fucked like a whore...". Again, I was really trying to feel the degradation but was having trouble. You can actually get paid to do this? Sweet! Ok, it really was my husband, the man I loved, but I have been fucked by random hookups before I got married, and the sex was still nice...

Mercifully for the sake of my pussy, my pounding did not last very long before he pulled out, drippy and hard.

"Turn over. Get on all fours. Doggy style."

I turned over and presented my arched backside to him.

I was having fun by now. He once again got behind me, plunged in, and renewed my whorish fucking. Such a dirty, dirty, whore!

As he fucked me, his thumbs got distressingly near my asshole, and started even pushing in a bit.

"Hey!" I said.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" He asked me.

Not sure if it was in character, but I answered, "yes."

"I want to finish in your ass," he told me.

"No!" I said firmly.

"I'll pay you extra. $500."


As he was "negotiating" he had slowed down his thrusting but was still fucking me.


"no..." I said, audibly weakening.

"I really want that asshole. $2000 extra."

I thought in character. "$2000 extra?!? My husband's fucked me in the ass before.

"Ok, let's see the money, but you have to be gentle and use lots of lube..."

He pulled out of me, went over to his pants, and counted out another $2000 in front of me and put it in a pile next to my other money. "And you're still getting a tip if you take it like a champ."

"Why don't you get that asshole nice and ready for me," he said.

I lay down on my side, facing away from him so he could see. I got the lube, and lubed my back door thoroughly. I knew I needed to stretch myself out a bit, so I used a couple of fingers to do that, finger fucking my asshole as he watched. Hey $2000 is $2000!

"That's it, get nice and loose for me, but not too loose."

"Ok. I'm ready I think, but be gentle. You promised. Where do you want me?"

"On your back, but wait." He pulled me up to kneeling. He took my pile of money and he scattered it on the bed. "Lie down on your money," he said. There was more than $4000 there in fifties. And he still had money in his pocket for a tip!

I lay down comfortably on my money, money, money!

He put a pillow under my ass and spread my legs and moved my ankles back towards my ears. I was a virgin to missionary-style ass fucking. I took the lube and smothered his cock with it. I lay back and prepared myself. He put his cock at my well-lubed and stretched anal entrance and gently applied pressure.

"Just think of all the money you're lying on," he told me, echoing my own thoughts. I breathed Lamaze style, "ph, ph, phhhhhhh" and pushed to open myself as if going to the bathroom. He pushed his cock in deeper. Fuck that hurt! All of a sudden I went "Ohhhh!" as his cockhead fully penetrated my ass. That was the worst of it. He did a few slow, gentle, short thrusts, then pulled out again! No! He put it at the entrance again and reinserted it, only slightly less painfully.

"Keep it in, now, ok?" I begged him.

"It'll hurt less and less each time," he said as he pulled out again.

"Noooo!" I wailed as he pushed it in again. But he was right, each time was easier than the last. He did it several more times, and by the end there was no resistance or pain at all as pushed the head in.

"Ok, just fuck me now, pleasssse!"

"Ho ho ho. Who's the greedy ass slut now?" he asked, harkening back to our last anal scene.

"I am. I'm the greedy little ass slut."

"Mmmmm. You're really earning your tip now."

He then proceeded to fuck my asshole hard. No doubt pain is a part of the experience, but fuck! I slobbered all over my fingers and started desperately rubbing at my clit as I admired his bod.

"That's it. Cum for me you whore. Cum for me with my cock in your ass for your full $5000 you dirty little whore!"

And, well, you know, $5000 is $5000 back into savings, dirty whore or not, so I came for him, with his cock up my ass, and as soon as I started, he came as well, creaming my asshole with his hot spunk. Mission accomplished!

Ok, so this is where I'm supposed to say how degraded I was to imagine exchanging sex for money, but you know, I just can't. I found the money a turn-on, and so did David. Listen, I don't want to say it's for everybody, and if you in any way support or are engaged in any sort of coercive sex work, then fuck you for real, but I can see the allure and the positive aspects from both sides. But I may be special that way.

And I realize $5000 is pretty good for my first time out :-) But I wonder, given my limited Internet fame, if I put myself up for auction, what might I get? Hmmmmm?

Let me know in the comments your thoughts on "paying for it" or "getting paid for it".

Monday, April 5

Be Skeptical

This post will be a bit political. If you would prefer a bit of weirdly subtle  humiliation kink, try out my Friend Tanky's newly-posted story STRICT JULIE HUMILIATED BY HUSBAND.

I haven't posted anything political since Jan 4 as I thought tensions had become way too high, and I thought it would not be constructive at all to do so. However, I feel that tensions have calmed down quite a bit so I thought I would dip my toes back into those waters, because, really, what else do you want from your spanking blogger other than political commentary, amiright?

I we look back on the four years of Trump, one thing that definitely came out is the extent to which most of us have realized we are being lied to.

I suppose it was always there. The people were lied to about all sorts of things during Vietnam (e.g., the Pentagon Papers). J. Edgar Hoover, one of the founding figures of the FBI, a figure of whom the FBI headquarters is named after, maintained blackmail files on influential US persons and wielded immense power as a result. McCarthy trumped up charges. Churchill refused multiple peace overtures from Germany and kept that hidden. Pearl Harbor could have been avoided. We were lied to about "Weapons of Mass Destruction" in Iraq. We were lied to about the NSA routinely monitoring the communications of US citizens. We were lied to about Iran-Contra. We were lied to about Fast and Furious Mexican gun-running. We were lied to about nutrition, opiates, Volkswagen diesel engines, and so on, and so on, and so on. In the Trump era, the lies accelerated greatly (both by him and about him).

If we haven't figured it out yet, we are just being obtuse at this point. We care about what the mainstream media and social media tell us to care about. We accept whatever narrative we are fed (if it happens to be true, it's purely accidental). Political and business/financial forces manipulate the media for their own purposes. How about let's not be puppets?

President Eisenhower warned us in his famous 1961 farewell speech. That speech was two years in the making and was heavily worked and reworked by Eisenhower himself. It is well worth a listen today in its entirety.

You can find the full transcript here: TRANSCRIPT

Ike, first and foremost, calls for balance in all things (5:40):

But each proposal must be weighed in the light of a broader consideration: the need to maintain balance in and among national programs – balance between the private and the public economy, balance between cost and hoped for advantage – balance between the clearly necessary and the comfortably desirable; balance between our essential requirements as a nation and the duties imposed by the nation upon the individual; balance between action of the moment and the national welfare of the future. Good judgment seeks balance and progress; lack of it eventually finds imbalance and frustration.

Arguably, the vast programs now being pushed by the government, what is it, about $10T being spent by the US government now for all manner of things under the guise of COVID-19 response and Infrastructure, are what Ike may deem a lack of balance?

Ike admits that given the geo-political climate there was now a need for a vast, professional, standing military unlike anything seen in the past, however he warns against the dangers (8:00):

This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence-economic, political, even spiritual – is felt in every city, every state house, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.

We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.

Was he seeing what was developing in Vietnam and not liking it? What would he have said about the Iraq war, and the endless wars now in the Middle East? What would he have said about the Patriot Act and its ongoing spying on the American people  "for their own good". What would he have said to the presence of barbed wire and 30,000 troops occupying the US capital?

He also warns about a second potential calamity. While indicating that scientific research has needed to become much more ambitious and costly, he warns of the dangers (9:47):

In this revolution, research has become central; it also becomes more formalized, complex, and costly. A steadily increasing share is conducted for, by, or at the direction of, the Federal government.

Today, the solitary inventor, tinkering in his shop, has been over shadowed by task forces of scientists in laboratories and testing fields. In the same fashion, the free university, historically the fountainhead of free ideas and scientific discovery, has experienced a revolution in the conduct of research. Partly because of the huge costs involved, a government contract becomes virtually a substitute for intellectual curiosity. For every old blackboard there are now hundreds of new electronic computers.

The prospect of domination of the nation's scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present and is gravely to be regarded.

Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific-technological elite.

It is the task of statesmanship to mold, to balance, and to integrate these and other forces, new and old, within the principles of our democratic system-ever aiming toward the supreme goals of our free society.

I see echoes of drug companies, covid response, and climate change at least in part driven by these forces, not for the betterment of mankind, but for profit. We have government that has abdicated its responsibilities and is almost universally "on the take" to these special interest groups, aided and abetted by we in the public only too eager to be fed pablum from the media and take it for truth.

We must be critical. We must be skeptical. I quote the words of the famous scientist, Richard Feynman.

He presented at the fifteenth annual meeting of the National Science Teachers Association, 1966 in New York City, (click for full transcript):

As a matter of fact, I can also define science another way: Science is the belief in the ignorance of experts.

When someone says, "Science teaches such and such," he is using the word incorrectly. Science doesn’t teach anything; experience teaches it. If they say to you, "Science has shown such and such," you might ask, "How does science show it? How did the scientists find out? How? What? Where?"

It should not be "science has shown" but "this experiment, this effect, has shown." And you have as much right as anyone else, upon hearing about the experiments – but be patient and listen to all the evidence – to judge whether a sensible conclusion has been arrived at.

In a field which is so complicated [as education] that true science is not yet able to get anywhere, we have to rely on a kind of old-fashioned wisdom, a kind of definite straightforwardness. I am trying to inspire the teacher at the bottom to have some hope and some self-confidence in common sense and natural intelligence. The experts who are leading you may be wrong.

I have probably ruined the system, and the students that are coming into Caltech no longer will be any good. I think we live in an unscientific age in which almost all the buffeting of communications and television – words, books, and so on – are unscientific. As a result, there is a considerable amount of intellectual tyranny in the name of science.

Amen to that.

If you hear an anecdote on the news being used to make a broader point: be skeptical!

If you hear a single statistic being used to justify a thing: be skeptical!

If you don't see a thing being compared to another thing: be skeptical!

If you don't see both benefits and costs being presented: be skeptical!

Be aware that us being lied to is no longer the exception, it is now business as usual.

Be skeptical.

Wednesday, March 31

Yearning for Cock

I was feeling the need to peg my husband long, hard and deep. I wanted to use my biggest dildo, but I didn't want it to be punitive. I wanted to make him eager for it. So I gave him a very extended massage beforehand, incorporating a lot of anal play and gentle anal stretching to get him ready for me. Then I fucked him beautifully. He told me afterwards that by the time I bent him over, he yearned to be filled (yes, like a girl does). Let me tell you about the experience. Highly recommended!

I went up to him in the evening and said, "I want to fuck you tonight with my strap-on, but I want to warm you up first with a nice long massage. Ok?"

He was, predictably, fine with it! ๐Ÿ˜Š

We have a massage table we lay out in the bedroom for just such occasions, and I had already prepared it, anticipating his positive response. I sent him to the bathroom to "clean himself out" while I prepared the last minute touches. Turned on the soft spa music from Spotify, dimmed the lights, lit the candles, lit the incense, heated the massage oil, arranged the toys. He came out of the bathroom and I directed him to lie on his back on the massage table under the drape.

I undraped his chest and tummy and started at his chest and rubbed his muscles there pushing both hands down towards his abdomen as I went. I stayed there for maybe five minutes. Then I moved to his legs and started stroking upwards on each of them in turn, towards his genitals but not touching them yet. I could tell through the drape that he had become semi-hard by now.

I then let my hands wander to his cock and his balls and rubbed them directly under the drape. He moaned at that and hardened completely. I left him with a big tent to revisit his chest and his legs, and his face a bit, and then returned there. I whispered in his ear, "bend your knees". He bent them. I removed his drape, exposing him completely.

I got the lube and I lubed my fingers and rubbed the lube into his back passage. I used both index fingers and thumbs to massage all around the anal area without going in. Just massaging, stretching, pulling, and so on. Total tender-loving care for his cute little bottom hole.

I then moved on to gentle digital penetration. I did this with the fingers of one hand while I stroked his cock with my other. He moaned in pleasure as I penetrated him with first one, then two fingers.

Keeping him on his back like that, I started in with my sequence of bottom toys.

I went to insert a black butt plug. I have three sizes and started with the smallest.

It slid in easily after all that preparatory massage and digital penetration. Once in, I again massaged all around his anal area underneath the plug's base, using my thumbs from time-to-time to push it in deeper. I slipped out the small and inserted the medium and did the same again. The largest is a little bit wider than my large cock, Adam, so I was going to reserve it for last. The medium plug kept popping out a little and I kept pushing it back and holding it there as I massaged. These things pop up when his sphincter is still tight. Once it relaxes, they stay put. Pretty soon he had accepted his medium butt plug and it was staying lodged in deep.

I had him lower his legs so that the plug was nicely  pushed into him by the table and paid some gentle attention to his super-hard cock.

I had him turn face down on the massage table. I kept that medium plug in there, wiggling it every now and then and easing it deeper, while massaging his neck, his back, and his legs. I went to pull out the medium butt plug, and inserted in its place the smaller purple dildo.

I used a reciprocating in and out motion (i.e., "fucking") and pushed this dildo in deeper than the butt plug could access. He winced a bit as I pushed into a clenched area deeper up his passage, the analogue of what women call their "cervix" (didja know, when a cock is hitting our cervix, it's actually not? It's apparently not really anatomically possible and what we are feeling is just muscles clenching up deeper in, so just like a guy with a longer dildo - I think - am no expert!).

I pushed the thin dildo in deep and left it there as I massaged him some more. After a while, it too stayed put, deep up inside of him.

Next I removed his dildo and looked. His bottom hole stayed gaping at almost the diameter of that thin dildo when I removed it. I had him lift a bit and I pulled his penis and testicles out between his thighs and then made him clamp his thighs together so I could access them as I massaged.

I lubed up the medium sized dildo and inserted that. It went quite easily into his already distended anus. This was going well. I did the "fucking" motion a bit with that dildo as well as I gently rubbed his genitals, eliciting moans of pleasure from my man. Once again, he accepted that dildo and held it in his relaxed bumhole, even quite deep, and it stayed put.

I removed that dildo and picked up my Hitachi with the anal attachment.

I put that up into his bumhole and turned the vibrations first to low, and then to high after a time. Because it vibrates so much, it is effectively quite a large diameter, but stretches him from the inside out. As I gave him that treatment I would also massage and allow the body of the Hitachi to touch his genitals. He bucked, squirmed, and moaned during his anal preparations.

"Do you like that, baby?" I asked him.

"Ohhhh... yes sir," he said, giving me a hint where his headspace was. He had become the girl, and wanted his "man" to fill her.

"You're such a little ass slut, aren't you? You want Daddy's big cock up your ass, don't you?

"Yes Sir!"

"Let's see if you can take it. I'm putting Adam in now."

"Oh no..."

Oh yes! I turned off the vibrator and pulled it out.

"You're so clean," I commented. He had done a good job cleaning himself out for me, there was no mess at all.

I lubed up the Adam O2, my biggest dildo that I would wear later to fuck him with. It's an assfull!

David has a good sized cock, on a par with Adam which has a 1.5" diameter with 7" of insertable length. David has a 2" diameter but it's squishier, and equivalent "insertable length". Here, by contrast, is David at his "angriest" (he's a bit embarrassed to show you, but I'll have those undies down regardless so that you can all see):

So him getting a taste of Adam is roughly them same as me getting a taste of him, a thing he seems to conveniently forget when he complains about me ramming Adam in but feels no compunction whatsoever about ramming himself into me!

In fact, with all that stretching, Adam went in easy-peasy. At first I could only get about 3" or so inside of him, but as I gently pressured it went to 4", 5",

6", and finally the full 7". He started moving his hips in an up and down motion on my massage table, getting increasingly excited with his deep penetration. I knew he was ready because even Adam stayed put deep up inside of him.

I removed Adam and inserted his biggest butt plug. It was a bit of a squeeze at its thickest, but popped in without too much complaint. He moaned as it went fully in.

"Is that nice? Are you feeling filled?" I asked as I massaged his neck, shoulders, back and glutes with long strokes

"Yes, Sir." I like when he calls me "Sir" in subby mode and he knows it.

"Do you think you're ready now?" I kept it at a whisper while I massaged, not neglecting strokes on his cock.

"Oh yes Sir!"

"Ready for what, baby?"

"Ready for my fucking Sir."

"What kind of fucking?"

"an ass fucking."

"What kind of ass fucking?"

"Long, hard, and deep."

"Yeah? You want me to treat you like a little whore, is that it?"

"Yes Sir. Like a little slut whore."

"Do little slut whores get a gentle fucking with a slim purple cock, or a jack-hammering with Adam?"

The moment of truth!

"A jack-hammering with Adam, Sir."

Oh, I was so happy he said that!

"What a nasty little slut you are. I'll give you exactly what you're asking for."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

I prised the big butt plug out of his back passage, and OMG was he gaping for me!

I got him off the massage table and conducted him to the bed, face down. He immediately pulled a couple of pillows under his hips and arched his back to raise his ass invitingly.

"Naughty girl. Just look at you. You really want it don't you?"

"Yes please Sir. Please fill me with your cock."

I was in panties and a chemise. I fastened my strap-on around me with Adam affixed after giving it a good wash in the sink in the ensuite with the special foamy soap for toys. All the while david waited for me, ass high.

I got on the bed and knee walked to his head. I picked Adam up in my hand and slapped his cheek with him. Like this:

"Show me how much you want it..." I prompted.

david greedily gobbled Adam and gave him head like a little porn star, totally embarrassing herself!

"Do you want it?"

"Mmmpf, gurgle, blrfff". I took that as a yes.

I pulled out of his mouth and he gyrated his ass in anticipation.

"You really want it!"

"Yes, Sir. I want to be filled. Totally filled. I need to be filled with your big cock!"

I went behind, applied the lube to cock and hole, and gently entered him.

There was no resistance, no crying it, no wincing. His hole totally accepted me right in deep. I began my rhythm, giving "her" the fucking "she" craved. I went deep and held as she squirmed around my cock. I varied rhythm, angle, speed.

He seemed to want more. I squatted on my feet, knees bent, and re-inserted. I was glad squats were a part of my daily routine!

I started fucking her more vigorously, building the intensity up and up and up until I was totally jack-hammering her ass. She reached her little fists forward and clutched at the bed sheets, holding herself in place as I continued. Every thrust was met with a lusty cry or moan.

"Yeah... Yeah... harder..."

She wanted harder? I was already hard to the hilt, but there's always room for extra. I went deeper, harder, faster. Her cries per thrust turned into a continual cry as I did her proper.

Time to bring her fucking to an end. I thrust deep, held, and convulsed, simulating male orgasm for her. 

She squirmed delightfully as she imagined my hot jizz filling her ass. I pulled out. "Ohhhh... God!" he said. I turned him religious.

Did I enjoy fucking him? I mean, beyond giving him the experience he craves? Yes. Yes I did. True, there's not the same physical sensations of friction that a man enjoys, but that's not really what it's about, is it? His hand can do a pretty good of simulating that. And I do get some of those physical sensations myself as the base of the dildo pushes against me as I thrust. But no, it's the act of fucking, of penetrating, of taking. I'm sure that's what a man enjoys as much, if not more so, than the physical sensations: dominating his lady. And I am equally capable of enjoying that as any man.

I stripped off, turned him over, and sat on his face, facing down his body, my asshole poised above his mouth. I told him to get a hand under and to his cock. I wanted him to cum for me at the same time as I would for him.

"Lick my asshole. Nice and deep! Rub your cock also, I want to see you jizz and eat it after."

His tongue in, on, around my asshole drove me wild. Combined with his furiously rubbing his own massively hard cock, and my fingers stroking my wet pussy, I came hard. I rode the wave and kept him at it, climaxing again and again, three times, peaks on top of waves, until he finally came himself in the most impressive series of spurts and quantities of cum I have ever seen out of him! And he's no spring chicken either.

I dismounted him and immediately, eagerly, fed him his cum, having him swallow as he went. What a massive load!

We collapsed down next to each other, both of us exhausted.

"You really wanted it," I teased him.

"I did. First time I ever felt this complete longing to be filled. When you were getting ready, and I was just waiting there, I felt so empty. I needed you to fill me."

"Now you know what it feels like," I told him.

"I felt like... a woman..." he said.

Yes! I literally made him my woman. Sometimes I yearn for cock. I don't cum from cock, but I need cock, you know? He had now experienced the same yearning, and I was pretty sure he would become a better lover as a result. Win win.

What about you guys? Do you ever yearn for cock or dildo like david and I? Let us know in the comments.

Saturday, March 27

More Random Femsub Drawings and Photos

I was rooting around in the folder on my computer where I keep unclassified pics I found while looking for something else, but that I still thought were good. On my last blog, More Random Femdom Photos, I plucked out the femdom ones. This time I'll pluck out the femsub ones and briefly comment on each.


I know I've posted this one before, but it was still in my "new" folder. Oh I love this one! That expression on her face. How she's slightly bent over his knee and clutching his leg. The thin switch in the man's hand whipping the girl's largely unprotected cheeks. The fact that she's dressed in a swimsuit makes it even more erotic, because you can imagine this is happening in front of others. "Please Daddy! Don't! Not in front of everybody. Please!"


A gorgeous leggy model with a spectacular bottom. I want to be her, please!


Well that's just rude! If you have a cock, what's your vote for this one, pussy or ass? Without unduly influencing you, I would whip on my strap-on and then straight in her ass! But... cock in the pussy, thumb in the bum hole, might be a close second...


Awwww... she had her short-shorts lowered and then got a belt whipping. Now she's in the corner, showing off those cheeks, and holding the instrument of her correction. And listen, there's little reason to display her like that unless the guys are heading over for the weekly card game, amiright? Last time she'll complain about fetching the sanwiches for the guys at the card game. Any lip and there'll be a repeat performance with the guys present.


Love the suspended up over the knee position. Such a childish position. Such a helpless position. Such an exposed position. Love the almost inevitable bicycling of her legs. I love the fact that a man is capable of doing this to me, whether I want it or not (hint: I do!).


The peeking pussy is such an important element of a spanking. I am so mortified knowing that this is the view I present when over my husband's knee. It's why I become so frantic when witnesses are present!


The silky panties increase the eroticism. It makes it about punishment, pure and simple, without an overt sexual motive. I lover her red-cheeked wailing as well.


She looks embarrassed! I think a lot of it comes from the fact that her pussy is positively drippy due to her spanking. Clearly she was required to lift her skirt to show some witnesses the after-effects of her spanking. Unfortunately, she can't do that without also displaying her wet pussy. What's more embarrassing, the red buns from her spanking, or the fact that she clearly got off on it?


She got 0/10 on her test and was therefore made an example of. Too bad school wasn't like this when I was a kid. I would have misbehaved on purpose to be made an example of.


Life in a posh all-girls boarding school. I have a friend who went to a Catholic one in England in the 1980s. If a girl was misbehaving after lights out, the nuns would take her from the large shared dormitory out into the hallway where they were stationed listening for disturbances. They then took her nightgown off (no panties due to the received wisdom that the girls' parts needed airing out at night) and made her stand fully naked facing the wall for 5-30 minutes. Other nuns or the Matron might happen by and see the girl's punishment. Then the girl would have her nightgown restored and be allowed to quietly return to her bed. Corporal punishment had been banned a few years earlier, but naked wall time had not. I can imagine this image might have been the scene just a few years earlier.


If a man needs to punish his girl with a belt, despite the fact that she needs it, he is likely to become sexually aroused during her whipping. If he's her husband, he has every right to relieve his tension in her pertly displayed pussy, as this man, dripping with excitement, is about to do. As girls, we must accept it from our husbands as their right, whether we want it or not (hint: we do!)


Another one that harkens back to my friend's boarding school experiences. Love the power dynamic shown here. The smaller in stature, stricter girl,  lording it over her submissive, much taller, girlfriend. It's about attitude, not physical stature.


Big, big fan of the witnessed spanking! The men are clearly in charge. The women observers all know they are equally liable to be turned over the knee and spanked naked if they misstep. To me, my bare breasts dangling on the far side of his leg is extra humiliating. Like a cow for her milking, you know? And the dancing-show her breasts put on for her male witness as she is spanked frantic will no doubt bring a subtle smile to his lips. Embarrassing her with her titties-out display is part of her punishment.


I see a drawing like this and I don't immediately imagine an injustice is taking place, I imagine the she richly earned her humiliating public birching. Dangly breasts, as for the previous, considerably increase her embarrassment and the entertainment value for her witnesses. The leg spreading across her trough serves a similar purpose, but also ensure her sensitive lips don't escape a touch of the twigs. I think the tiptoes are a part of her punishment. Unless she's up on her tiptoes when the birch falls, the stroke does not count. The bitch needs to learn to obey, how better to teach her? Am I sick that I wish it were me?


Same artist I imagine. A marked behind like that is the result of a good birching. Her nakedness is clearly a part of her humbling.


Gets my bi tendencies firing! I'd be happy in either role, with a slight preference for the submissive one. The cock sucking is a prelude to her fucking. She must get to know the nature of the cock she will be penetrated with, exploring all contours, girth, and length before she bends over and accepts it into herself.


Posted this before as well, but popped up in that folder. Yes, the red has been added via photoshop, but the hand placement is natural. I think this may be her first trip outdoors in public in her new swimsuit she thought was so daring. The reality of parading around like that is just hitting her now. She doesn't want the men behind her to seeeeee!


Simple but evocative. This yells female submissive to me. That belt is out there for a man to punish his woman with. I have a love/hate relationship with the belt to my backside. It's more hate/hate with a wooden paddle!


A very bent over and exposed position. Totally nude. Well witnessed. I dream about having two men do same to me.


What's going on here??? Perhaps she was a cattle rustler. Putting her on ice until the law arrives. That rope cutting into her pussy can't be comfortable!


A young lady being "seen to" by her aunt in the change room of a clothing store. There's the saleslady wondering what the fuss is all about. It would be so exciting if I were that young lady, red-bottomed, kicking and screeching as aunty spanked my bare bottom. The salesgirl smirking at my embarrassment. She knows I need it.


A very penitent young wife, offering the belt to her husband for her licking. This is me. This is a part of all women.


Proper nose-to-wall technique. The nose goes on the wall. You lose your balance unless you stand out a bit and arch your back in, which of course shows off your hind-quarters and what's between your legs. Every minute there is a minute more of a lesson learned. Why is it living room timeout, and not bedroom? She knows that when she's misbehaved so much as to earn living room timeout, that she stays there for her full hour regardless of who may drop by for a visit.


 Another raised knee. As you know, a favourite of mine. I like that her simple cotton panties are down around her knees. I love the size and strength discrepancy.  She's been a bad girl and is paying the price.


These size/strength discrepancies really get my pussy tingling. She has no chance of escaping. Those white buns will soon be scarlet red and she has not one thing to say about it. All is right in the world.


My ultimate humiliation. My behaviour was so bad that it warranted a bare bottom spanking across my husband's lap while my brother and his wife looked on. Look how frantic I am! Imagine what I'm showing back there! I will never, ever, ever, live this down. My cheeks will blush whenever I see them from now on, and they will grin at my blush, knowing the reason for it. Everyone will know that I'm a brat, and that I will be disciplined accordingly whenever I act it.


A wife who will make some better choices about keeping the kitchen clean while hubby is at work. This was not the first time, nor even the tenth. A lesson was needed. She was appropriately disciplined. She will do better. She will not want a repeat of that session.


After your husband has spanked you and your girlfriends drop by. No you may not move, young lady, let your friends see what you get when you misbehave. Oh the teasing!


Mom, Dad, and brother will see you being caned by your husband. Yes, young lady, naked as always. You misbehave when company is present, you'll be punished when company is present. I feel her embarrassment acutely. She has lost her full clothing privileges for the remainder of the evening, most of which she will spending either facing the corner with her striped bottom on display, or facing out from the corner with her hands on her head so that her full shame is on display. If her cunt drips from her treatment, then her cunt drips. It may even become a topic for conversation. It will be dealt with in the marital bed after the guests have gone home.


A Christian wife who uses foul language towards her husband can expect this treatment, every single time. Imagine if Mom and Dad just dropped by and see their daughter kneeling with her nose in the corner like that. "What did she do?" they'll ask her husband. "Turn your head and show your Mom and Dad, Julie". Dad, "Oh! Ha ha ha! Got a little foul-mouthed did she? Oh ho ho ho! How much longer has she got?" David: "Another five minutes, then it's a spanking." Dad: "well don't let us being here stop you. The last time I saw her spanked was when she was twelve!"


No, no, no, please Sir! When those panties are coming up, up, up. They're cutting into your ass crack, pushing against your bottom hole. Soon they'll be cutting into your pussy, splitting your pussy lips as you dangle helplessly, legs flailing as your husband gives you your comeuppance. But it could be worse...


It just got worse! Another ultimate humiliation for a girl, spanked like that in front of her Daddy no less! This position has only one purpose: shame and humiliation to add to your spanking punishment. And for an "excitable" girl, she may not be able to help herself when the inevitable happens, and she shudders in orgasm as her ass is spanked. How embarrassing that Daddy got to see his grown daughter, bottom hole exposed, pussy squished, gooey, and twitching, as she cums uncontrollably despite the pain of her spanking.


I think there's a theme today. Another young wife learning her lesson across her husband's knee. Her bum is already a light red, but the wiggling was excessive. Now that she's well and truly locked in, the spanking can start in earnest. She will not be looking so sanguine in five minutes time!


When his young lady lies to him, this is what she gets from Daddy. Soon the soapy drooling will start and the suds will coat her breasts, roll down her tummy, and wet her pussy as well. Better them than her nightgown. Yes it's embarrassing to show Daddy your all-grown-up titties and pussy, but if you didn't want to be embarrassed, young lady, you would not have fibbed to Daddy in the first place.


This young lady was caught giggling during mass. Once her priest is done with her, Daddy and Mummy will have something to say about it as well.


This young lady has failed to have her homework completed three times in a row and is therefore being consequenced for it now. A big part of me would love to turn back the clock to a time when I could expect to receive these kinds of consequences for my misbehaviours.


This one is a bit dark, but it occupies my subconscious. It is a rugged home invader. He was only going to rob the house, but when he sees me, he decides he will rob more than just my house. He strips my panties off me, beats me, throws me face down on the bed and fastens my wrists and ankles together with a belt. I am helpless! I will be raped... I am not on birth control, I beg him to do me in my ass! He does me in the ass, but before he is finished, he pulls out and does me in my pussy, cumming deeply into me. Abortion is a sin. I must have his brat. I secretly hope our child will be as rugged as his Daddy. Yes, I'm fucked up, don't ask.

Once again, please let me know your favourites. You don't need to tell me that 37 is your least favourite. I know. And of course I do not condone rape or anything non-consensual. You are seeing my fantasies, some of which, like this one, are best left in my head, others I would wish to act out, and yet others I would wish to happen for real...