Former Junior Manager to be Spanked by her EVP!

Oh, how naughty is that? As described in Yikes! outed..., a now-retired Executive Vice President at a firm where I was under him as a lowly junior manager has put 2 and 2 together and recognized me from this blog and reached out. As it turns out, he is a fan and an experienced top-preferring switch himself. He bears me no ill will, and is not in any way coercing me (my secret is safe with him). However, he did ask after the possibility of a hotel room spanking tryst, and I have agreed. What will it be like to be across my old boss's boss's boss's knee???

He's an older gentleman, mid-sixties, mostly retired. He was very successful in the corporate world, and one of the smartest and most accomplished people I have come across. He was a real inspiration to me, and he took me under his wing a bit during a few-week special project where I was directly assigned to him. He was also instrumental in securing me a promotion which eventually lead to other opportunities for advancement there and in other companies. So yes, he is totally a "Daddy figure" to me, and is about the same age as my Dad.

I have agreed to meet with him not because he discovered me, but because I have such high regard for him, consider him a true Daddy figure, and get totally hot thinking about an encounter with him. Also, because he accidentally discovered me, he sees me for the sexual person I am in the way few people in real life do. As well, he is a very experienced older male top, and I have not had an encounter with that at all (David doesn't count, we came up together that way, this will be a new perspective).

We had a very productive series of emails negotiating the scene. I have found that newbies are not good at negotiating their scenes, and this is a learned skill. I'll share our negotiation here, as I think it may be instructional.

Here was my opener when I still had not completely made up my mind.

Hello "Mr. Stevens",

Thank you for dropping the comment on my blog.

I am leaning towards allowing you to spank me. Can you tell me a bit about your experience and your approach before we decide to proceed and how to engage?

Thank you,

Julie

"I am leaning towards allowing you to spank me". Ha! Who was I fooling? And what a ridiculous concept when applied to my ex boss's boss's boss! He replied.

Hi Julie,

How delightful!

I would call myself a very experienced top and bottom. I have been seeing professional dominatrices and submissive for over 30 years. At least every couple of months or so, so something over, what 180 such sessions? I traveled extensively for business, as you know, and had experiences all around the world. As well, I had a younger female play partner (a "sugar baby") whom I very consensually spanked and dominated for a couple of years every couple of weeks.

My approach is to meticulously discuss boundaries in advance, and to always play with a safeword, which I would respect completely and immediately.

With a new play partner, I would generally keep it slow and light to learn her body's reactions, and check in frequently. After several sessions we could go harder.

Please let me know, as explicitly as you can, what your boundaries are, including what kind of sexual touching you are comfortable with, and what types of implements you would want used on you (if any - I am told I have a hard hand when I want to).

Looking forward hopefully!

Mr. Stevens

Very nice message back! I was impressed. First off, experienced indeed, and with multiple different play partners. I was like a babe-in-the-woods by comparison. He kept a Sugar Baby for a time as well. I'm jealous! I love that he raised "boundaries" and "safewords" right off the top. I appreciated the "slow at first" and "frequent checkins", but given there may not be a second time, I was going to suggest we play with a yellow safeword as I would explain. I liked that he has a "hard hand" when needed. Loved the toppy confidence. Men take note: if you can't master us with just your hand, hit the gym.

Here was my reply. I'll annotate in red my reasoning

Sounds like we are very compatible. And you have an impressive resume, I must say!
I was impressed by his experience level, and somewhat turned on. I have never played with such an experienced male top. Wondering what that energy would be like.

I have discussed it with my husband, and I have decided that I want you to require me to show up at your hotel suite for an embarrassing spanking for posting such lewd material on my blog and risking exposure for my husband and myself.

We will start off that way the moment you open the door to your hotel suite. No pleasantries or conversation beyond what would be up in character. Straight to the punishment. You shall be you and I shall be me. I am being compelled to show up or risk exposure, but I know deep down I should be punished.

After we have played out the scene, we will break character and have a chance to chat, perhaps over a nice bottle of Champagne and some caviar you will have acquired in advance?

Yes, my husband and I discussed the scene and my boundaries fully in advance. He is excited that I will get to play with a real Daddy figure and such an experienced player in Mr. Stevens. David honestly does not have a jealous bone in his body. He knows he's my real Daddy and I will always come back to him. I'll explain in a subsequent blog post what was shared with my husband and when.

I thought it would be fun and break the ice to go directly into scene. He will pick right up as my old EVP, and me one of his many junior managers. I am still working for him and he discovers my blog via a report from IT. Either I submit to discipline or I will be made into a public disgrace. The discipline is for my own good. I am being punished for my reckless, lewd, and lascivious, online posts in my spare time, and worse still, while on the company's dime!

When playing a scene, it's best to just say what you want as part of the negotiating process. If your partner is not comfortable with that, they can come back with a counter-offer.

I dropped in the "hotel SUITE", Champagne and caviar. We are not playing at some Motel 6! I know Mr. Stevens is well off and can afford whatever. I shall be judging him based on the cost and quality of his picks ;-) I may be a total whore, but I am not a cheap one.

I expect we will do this once and once only. I hope that is ok.

Key word: "expect". I wanted to set the expectation that this is a one and done. I am not seeking the entanglements of a regular play partner. I have my husband as that in my life, and he can scratch my Daddy itch as needed. So regardless of how amazing this experience may be, I "expect" not to repeat. But, I leave open the possibility of an occasional repeat. I guess we'll have to see how nice a hotel suite it is, the vintage of the Dom Perignon, and the quality of the Beluga. Ha ha!

[P.S. is it not weird that Mr. Stevens will be reading this? I'm writing it as if it was between me and you blog readers - but I know he will read of course. Surreal.]

Regarding boundaries.

• you will be well-dressed, clean, fingernails clean and cut.
  Of course I expect nothing less, but best to be explicit. Will keep him on his toes as well.
  
  
• I am presuming you are vaccinated and not subject to any quarantines? Please confirm. Regardless, if you feel any symptoms, we will call it off and reschedule. And likewise for me.
  Yes, there is still this tiresome plague out there. At his age he is way more at risk than me, so I wanted to be sure he was protected.
  
  
• up to and including full nudity for me is ok
  Mmmmm. I enjoyed writing that. No need to be tentative with me Mr. Stevens. Unwrap your gift fully. Be explicit. Say what you want. Let's make sure there are no misunderstandings. He may not be comfortable with fully stripping me, and that is fine, it's not up to me. But this does say I 'kinda want it, right?
  
  
• fondling of bare bottom, bare breasts including nipples, private parts (vagina and anus) and light digital penetration ok without gloves.
  Yes, being handsy is ok, you will not offend me. Let's not waste time like teenagers bumbling through a first date. Boundaries. THIS is ok. THIS is not ok.
  
  
• deeper digital penetration ok, but only with medical gloves (any kind, please supply).
  I guess for a bit of hygienic reasons. If I'm going to be roto-routered, I will want some protection up in there. My pussy is quite sensitive. And he may not be comfortable doing that to me without gloves, so I am saying ok to that.
  
  
• I will bring lube and two dildoes with me, the larger for my mouth and pussy, either order, back and forth ok; the smaller exclusively for my bottom hole; should you care to use them. Be gentle if you do. Lube for the backdoor, none required for my pussy (which assumes you are being sensitive).
  If sex toys are going to be used on me, I prefer bringing my own because I know where it's been and how it's been cleaned and cared for. The mouth/pussy dildo will be the same one I acquired for my tryst with Mistress Violet during that "outing" episode. Seems fitting, no?
  
  
  
  
  
• do not spit on me at all. You may make me use my own saliva on my dildo, however, as pussy lube.
  We are going to stop short of exchanging bodily fluids for pragmatic health and protection reasons. It's not essential to the scene.
  
  
• hand spanking to warm me up - I like OTK.
  I need a warm up or a real spanking is too excruciating. If you want to really punish me, long and hard, you need to warm me up. Some spankers don't go OTK by default. For my Daddy vibe I want that for at least part of the time.
  
  
• can escalate to an intense hand spanking,
  He did mention he had a hard hand. I would like to experience that, please!
  
  
• may continue with a light paddle I will bring.
  I'm going to bring the Muskoka paddle. Very stingy without the bruisy bits.I had better be in tears before my paddling is over or I shall lose all respect for my geriatric mentor.
  
  
  
  
  
• may continue with a flat leather dress belt you wear and remove - I like being bent over but comfortably supported during a belting.
  A big fantasy of mine is Daddy taking off his belt. I want it to be his belt. I hope it is a solid but supple expensive calfskin dress belt slithering out between the belt loops of his dress trousers. I don't like the "stand in the middle of the room and bend over" position. I like wriggling and kicking during my spankings, not holding still.
  
  
  
  
  
• gentle spanks to intimate areas are ok
  Yes, pussy, anus, breasts. Up to him to interpret "gentle". Don't whip the shit out of me, but don't make it a joke or a "sexy" thing either. Punish me.
  
  
• my safeword will be "red". If used we stop immediately and step out of character immediately. I'll consider it sexual assault if you do not respect this.
  Brought out the big guns here! This is the key, key, override that all players need to have at all times. I used "sexual assault" to convey how serious I am about absolutely respecting the safeword. No "one more hit". You stop!
  
  
• given this is a first meeting, I will reserve the safeword "yellow" as a slow down safeword. If I say yellow, you don't need to stop, just be aware that the activity is too intense for me, and back it off a notch or two. When I am better warmed up, that same level of intensity may be more tolerable, so don't consider it an absolute.
  I encourage all players new to each other to use a yellow safeword. So many encounters are either too hard or too light with both parties groping towards the right answer. Using a "yellow" safeword solves that problem instantaneously. Yellow should never interrupt the scene, just steer it a bit. It also makes "red" much more meaningful.
  
  
• no need to be overly gentle with me. I'll consider it a disappointment if you are. I generally crave a real punishment, to tears. If I beg you or demand you to stop, you are safe to ignore. Those are not my safewords. I'll try to keep it down for the sake of adjacent hotel guests, but no guarantees ;-)
  This was in response to his "slow and light" and is coupled to the "yellow" above. No, I want a real spanking. I will be in tears before I say yellow. Also, with players new to each other, a loud "No!" or "Stop!" can be misinterpreted even with safewords. I wanted to make clear that I will likely use words like that as part of my headtrip, and they are to be ignored.
  
  
• no sexual intercourse, vaginal or anal, and no going down on me, including no annalingus. No swapping of bodily fluids at all. No kissing. No breast suckling.
  So I decided no intercourse, with or without a condom. I feared if I left that possibility, it may become the focus of the session, which would be a missed opportunity. Again, mostly for safety, no swapping of bodily fluids.
  
  
• you may require oral sex from me, but it must be with a condom. Feel free to use the belt on my bum if my blowjob proves to be inadequately skilled, I am used to it :-)
  I think this is part of how an EVP may punish a junior manager, no? A good, long, hard, saliva inducing, mouth fucking? Teach her her place. My lips may tire, and he may get a nip. He knows what to do if that happens. The belt and then back at it until I am trained to look like a sex doll after he pulls out... Daddy!
  
  
  
  

Sorry for being so strict and explicit. I hope it is not a turnoff. Please let me know explicitly if all of the above is ok.
I am hoping it's not a turn-off. Was not for me writing it!

After our scene it will be great to sit and talk and reconnect, and maybe swap sexy stories. I'll likely be sitting on your lap, scantily attired, Daddy.
I think I have this thing about sitting on distinguished older gentleman's laps. Feel free to fondle, Sir!

If you're still frisky, I'd be happy to take you over my knee for a genuine "Strict Julie" experience. I'll pack my strap-on as well in case you wish to experience that. If you haven't blown your load into your condom when in my mouth, I'll give you a "happy ending" to our encounter, ON CONDITION you let me feed it to you after and you swallow down every last drop under my watchful eye. You know my rule. Ha ha!
I was hoping he would go for that. He did mention the possibility. I have no trouble at all switching roles. I think it's healthy and a great way to really get to know your partner. It would be fun fucking Daddy's ass. Or fucking the EVP's ass! Take it! I am offering up a handjob. There may be a ruined orgasm, and there may be an extra minute or two of cock-rubbing after orgasm... we'll have to see. But if we switch, and if he cums, that last is utterly non-negotiable. :-)

Assuming ok, let's set a date and time convenient to you. And of course, all of this will go on my blog.
I'm not asking anymore, I'm telling!

Excited to play,
I truly am.

Julie

My point is, when negotiating a scene, just be as clear and explicit as you can. Don't fumble around there. He responded. My thoughts again in red.

Hi Julie,
 

I'm bowled over. More than I ever dreamed of when I reached out. Thank you so much for granting me this amazing privilege.
I like that he keeps reassuring me I'm in the driver's seat. Every time he does it, I feel an extra layer of resistance peel away.

Just for complete clarity, while we may be roleplaying a bit of coercion and a bit of chastisement for what you have done and the risks you have taken with your blog, I wanted to emphasize that there is in fact no coercion whatsoever in my mind, implicit or explicit, and as far as I am concerned you are of course free to change your mind at any time (I know I don't need to presume to tell you that). This applies to meeting at all and/or details of any of your stated boundaries should you reconsider any. Your secret will be safe with me regardless of a cancellation or anything else.
More of the same. Appreciated.

In terms of a bit of scolding for your lewd behaviour, That will have to be an act, as I applaud your kinkyness and freeness. With regards to chastisement over the risks you have taken with your blog, well, I confess I may genuinely have some of those feelings, stemming from a fatherly feeling of protectiveness towards you, which can be "channeled" at our meeting in a manner that will result in a very red bottom for you!
Ok, that's good. Getting into the spirit of it now. I genuinely believe he feels a certain protectiveness towards me. While I consider him a Daddy figure, I have no doubt he considers me a daughter figure. I like that he will be bringing some of that real emotion to our scene. For my part as well, I feel guilt for exposing my husband and myself to discovery. I could do with a genuine guilt-mediating spanking for that.

Mind you, these feelings were completely overcome by my desire to read your blog, view your delectable photos and videos, dream about what I might do with you were you mine for an hour (apparently dreams can come true), and all this despite feeling this was all somehow "wrong" at some very deep level. Perhaps after our chat, you can use this conflict within me to give me my richly deserved punishment, as turnabout is fair play.
Oh yes, perfect pretense to switch, and a real one: pervy Mr. Stevens perving after his pretty young junior manager!

I very, very much appreciate the clarity and precision of your boundaries. In them I see again the promising junior manager I knew all those years ago, destined for much bigger things. They also speak to a highly experienced player who knows what she wants and how to get it while staying safe.
He responded positively to my explicitly stated boundaries, and likes the way my brain works. That's a turn-on for me.

I read and understood all of your boundaries clearly and will abide by them. I will be the cleanest I have ever been in my life, and will be sure to wash behind my ears, Ma'am, so to speak. I like your use of the "yellow" safeword and appreciate that it's for both our benefits in terms of fine-tuning the intensity. I can confirm that I have had the first dose of the vaccination about a month ago, and am not currently subject to any quarantine and will cancel if I develop any symptoms prior to our meeting or if I must quarantine due to contact with others before our meeting.
Repeating things back for clarity. Good. He's taking a submissive tone around the cleanliness thing. Nice. He was not offended. He's using it to signal that the woman is in charge here, regardless, as we ultimately must be in any intimate encounter. And by "behind his ears" he means his cock. balls, and anus, for you slow people. :-)

Just for clarity, I am assuming that your boundaries are also guideposts of your desires during our encounter? Please confirm.
Indeed they are! No reluctant bride here.

I would say that my boundaries mirror yours almost exactly. And when it is my turn across the knee I too will use your yellow and red safewords. My desire and ability to take a hard spanking has for some reason declined over the years, so I would prefer a medium intensity as opposed to the delightfully punitive butt whacking (though lovingly administered) you seem to be in for.
That is good to know in advance. Our purpose is not to actually punish one another. Our purpose is to play and seek mutual enjoyment and gratification. In my case, that involves a punishment. In his case, it does not. Very cool with that.

My boundaries are the same as yours with regards to sexual contact, but would extend to allowing a kiss or a breast suckling if allowed while you are on top. I will not initiate either of those, however, and have no expectations of you doing so. Just clarifying my boundaries.
He's letting me know his boundaries are a bit past mine. So if I choose to extend mine, I will not be busting his. This may have earned him a kiss and a breast suckling during his handjob. Say what you want. It's a fun negotiation.

A further boundary for me would be in the pegging department. I would welcome that for the full Strict Julie experience, but without the infamous "Adam". Is 3/4" diameter acceptable? If ok, I will bring that modest toy.
Ha ha! He was worried about Adam showing up to join the party. I am glad he will bring the size of dildo he is comfortable with.

As I alluded to, my wife does not know about my BDSM life, bless her heart. We have tried, but she is so not "into it" that I have given up any attempts in that direction and play the vanilla husband for her benefit. I judge from your responses to blog comments that you consider my case to be a "hall pass", for which I am eternally grateful.
This was the subject of some debate in the comments to the last post. I do think in this situation is ok. People need an outlet for this stuff. I respect if your opinion differs from mine in this regard. I see it like kids at play as opposed to an extra-marital affair.

But, as a consequence of the need for a certain degree of discretion, it is awkward for me to get out of the house right now, with all of us supposedly on "stay at home" order. I would need a good excuse for my wife which is hard to come by. Perhaps after stay at home is lifted, then a downtown socially distanced board committee meeting might be a good excuse? Are you able to do a 2-5pm sort of weekday timeslot with a week's notice? I suppose it will have to be June, unfortunately (we typically spend July/August up north).
I get it. Hard to slip out without an excuse. I am at his disposal.

Very much looking forward to our torrid tryst. The Champagne and caviar will be first rate, as will be the BDSM play, I am sure.
Glad he didn't miss that part ;-)

Still pinching myself making sure I am not dreaming this,
Nope! It's real!

Mr. Stevens

I wrote back briefly,

Yes indeed, those are my up to and very including boundaries, and do represent my hopes for the scene. Feel free to not go that far according to your comfort level and desire.

And I will give you the mild version of the Strict Julie experience, as requested. Ha ha! Just get that yellow safeword ready, Sir, for that tender backside.

I understand regarding the stay-at-home and the difficulty for you to step out. The anticipation will be lovely. Let me know when you can work things out.

Julie

Looking forward to it for sure now!

What do you think, is Mr. Stevens a lucky duck, or what? If you have suggestions for what Mr. Stevens should do to me within my boundaries, please suggest in the comments!

Yikes! outed...

I live in fear of what just happened to me yesterday. A person from my real-life recognized me from my blog and reached out. Fortunately, he's very much a distinguished older gentleman and he will keep my secret, I am sure, as per his assurances. We exchanged a few emails and will no doubt exchange more. But there is a chance I may have to be spanked by him. It's very embarrassing for me that a man I know and admire in real-life knows so much about my secrets!

Cover from the ebook The Outed SpankO

I take pains to hide my true identity and to keep real life as separate as possible from blog life. Now I know that some enterprising hacker/sleuth could probably discover me, but I am hopeful that I have built enough goodwill, and that anybody with any interest at all in me would be a bit of a fan, that they would not do that. If somebody were to do so, with malicious intent, I would instantly delete all traces I could of Julie, including this entire blog, and never give in to any sort of blackmail, and likely involve the authorities despite the embarrassment. David Letterman was once blackmailed by a guy who threatened to reveal that he had been fucking some of his female employees. He handled it magnificently, fessing up to his audience and going after his blackmailer with the law.

However, I always knew that people who know me in real-life, were they to come across my blog, would be able to put 2 and 2 together. I change a few things about my life, including my own name of course, and some other details of my family and life, but I also need to include many things from my real-life if I am to recount my experiences with any degree of honesty and consistency. For example, in June of 2012 I went on a trip to the South of France and Spain and blogged about it. People who knew me in real life knew that my husband and I went on a trip to the South of France and Spain at that exact same time. So things can add up like that for people who know me and who also read my blog.

Honestly, it gives me a little thrill that people who know me in real life might secretly be blog readers as well. Imagine, for instance, if my Father were a blog reader? OMG! Or just some work colleague or neighbour, and I get an extra little smile from them each time we interact. Perhaps that's why I'm so free with certain life details, photos, even videos. I get a thrill from the possibility of discrete discovery. Like having sex outdoors in a park, for example, with the exciting possibility of discovery adding a certain frisson.

My first "outing" was at the hands of Mistress Violet.

She was turned onto my blog by a client and actually liked it and started reading it. As she was perusing back she recognized my quite detailed and accurate descriptions of a couple of scenes we did. She emailed "Julie" and called me out on it. Regarding my including the account of our scenes without her permission or recognition, she said,

I find myself surprised, delighted, irritated, amused, taken aback - a mix of emotions that will work themselves out over time into something more clear. In order to sort through some of my feelings about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition, I am requesting another meeting. I have an idea of what I would like to do - this time to "Julie" as well as ████ - but welcome your input as well.

While the emotions she expressed were true, we put them to good use in a fully consensual and negotiated scene that was amazing. I left a lot of detail for Violet to work out. In the end, with her enlisting David's help, I was stripped, tied with my wrists above my head on a hook and thoroughly soaped, showered, and whipped. Then I was put across Violet's knee for a long hard spanking while my husband watched. Afterwards I was taken to bed and made to orally service my husband under Violet's direction. I had to lie on my back with my head bent back over the edge. David was made to insert his cock in the standing position deep down my throat and fuck me under Violet's encouragement. This position was new to me and made deep-throating easier than it had ever been.

For the finale, I was laid out nude on top of David on the bed, and Violet had intercourse with me with a strap-on dildo while David was instructed to hold my pussy lips open for her and play with my clitty until I came with her cock deeply in me. I remember clamping so hard around her cock as I convulsed in orgasm. I sure learned my lesson! ;-) It's all described in Outed to Mistress Violet! and Punished by Mistress Violet! Violet even tweeted about it after...

I was never at all worried about Violet, of course. She's quite literally kinkier than anybody I know and deals in secrets all the time. It's been fun that she knows my husband and I in real-life and that we can freely play together and I can blog about it afterwards with full credit.

Yesterday's shocking email was a bit different than this. It's a former work colleague who only ever knew me in a professional capacity. My first instinct was to keep this "outing" completely secret and rely absolutely on his discretion, but what the heck, it's a "Julie" episode so I may as well blog about it? He agreed.

In his correspondence he made a request (that I feel 100% safe in rejecting, as he makes clear). He asked that given I am "out" to him if we could arrange for a tryst in a downtown hotel where he would give me a spanking. He's an older gentleman (in his sixties), and was a senior executive in a company we both used to work for. He was a bit of a mentor to me. This was before he found my blog at all and made the connection. There is a definite "Daddy" vibe I have about him, and I admired him professionally very greatly.

Normally I would never consider such a thing, to guard my identity. In this case, I cannot use that justification. I am tempted to receive a spanking from this Daddy figure. I would have to tell David and seek his permission. That is more for me than for him. I have automatic carte blanche as far as he is concerned.

What should I do??? Maybe if you read our correspondence you can help me decide.

This was his initial correspondence to me:

From: XXXXXXX
To: me (Julie)
Subject: Reaching Out

Hi "Julie",

I'm a fellow Torontonian who is a massive admirer of you and your blog. Whereas a lot of other written spanking resources seem to be in decline, I think your blog is one of the most entertaining and insightful such things on the web at present.

I was very conflicted over whether to reach out to you in this way at all, but have decided to make the leap. You may recognize my name from my email. If you are who I think you are, we have worked together and met several times in real life. We have worked together as professional colleagues in a past job, and you and your husband have been over at my wife's and my house for a work party. Unless I am very mistaken, your name is XXXX XXXXXX, you live on XX XXXXX, we worked together at XXXXX around XXX-XXXX, and we are connected on LinkedIn.

I want to assure you that your secret identity is 100% secure with me. I am a lifelong spanko, I switch, and I have had encounters with pro dommes and subs in Toronto and abroad. My wife is pretty vanilla, a refrain I'm sure you've heard many times. So I guess I have my secret identity to protect as well, which is why I am writing to you from my unmasked personal email account, to give you some level of assurance as to my intentions in reaching out.

Isn't it odd how we sat together in meetings, and you worked on a project for me, without us knowing anything about that part of each others' lives? I did, of course, admire you sexually, in that way men do, but hopefully without letting on at all.

How do I know it's you? The video you posted of you spanking your husband is a bit of a dead giveaway for anybody who has met you. As well, I know your husband is named David (you probably should have switched that up!). Also I knew where you live, where you traveled on vacations, and the fact that you have a family cottage. These are all things we discussed and that matched the narrative in your blog. Plus that bubbly vivacious personality shows through equally on your blog and in real-life. So, no, I can't be 100% sure, but I am 99.9% sure. And that slight doubt is the reason I'm reaching out to "strictjulie", not XXXXX XXXXX, in case I am wrong (imagine if poor innocent XXXX were to receive such a message?)

If you say, no, that's not me, you got it wrong, that is all you need to say and I will completely let it drop and never mention it again, and take whatever I may or may not know to the grave.

And if you "fess up", it will bring a smile to my face knowing I am one of the few people you share this secret with, and we need never meet or mention it again.

But the real reason I am reaching out is to confess, despite being considerably older than you, to a total puppy love crush I have on you. You ARE the perfect woman! We are both in loving marriages and I know neither of us wish to upset those apple carts. But so few people must know both you and your blog persona, that it would be wonderful to meet secretly and just discuss all the tremendous adventures from your blog, and, dare I say it, recreate one or two in the privacy of a downtown hotel room?

There, I said it!

Of course, I had fantasies of blackmailing you into accepting a spanking from me, but I admire you way too much to do that. But maybe as a roleplay?

Despite having almost a couple of decades on you and being essentially retired, I'm still fit and healthy and horny, and would love to engage as an occasional play partner. It would not be a stretch for me to play your Daddy. We did have a bit of a mentorship thing, I thought, at XXXXX. I hope I'm not imagining that now with rose coloured glasses, where in fact you think of me as a sexist pig or some such.

I could spank you, or you could spank me, or both. I would gladly accept a pegging from you, as I don't believe you've ever done this to another man? I know you were spanked (and other things!) by another man, John you called him, husband of Tracy? And you received a nice massage from a Spanish boy in Seville I believe. I even remember you telling me about that trip, but you omitted that part, you naughty girl! I would prefer to spank rather than be spanked, but have learned that my being on the bottom is a good way to build trust, and besides there are many more and exciting pro dommes than pro subs, so I have adapted.

And you can imagine how surreal and titillating it was for me to put 2 and 2 together. Fortunately (for my sanity), when we worked together I had not yet encountered your blog. And then I was a fan who thought it was great that such a woman lives nearby and cottages up North as I do. But when I saw the video, it was "I know that person!". With that knowledge I re-watched intently, especially the clip where your husband spanked your delightfully squirming bare bottom. How could I not imagine myself in his place? I also revisited the various clothed and explicit photos of yourself that you posted, especially the shower photoshoot and the Tracy photoshoots.

I was particularly excited by the turn of events over the past year where you became increasingly more submissive. I am impressed by the spankings you take, shocked and awed by how you involved your family, delighted how you improved your wifely cock-sucking skills and have learned to swallow without (much) complaint, and very impressed how you bend over and readily accept what you describe as painful and punitive anal intercourse from your husband. I was also delighted and enchanted by your fictional flights of fancy in your new e-book which I eagerly consumed. Your adventures as a church-goer were magnificent, though as a practicing Christian I would like to know what church you attended!

Knowing what turns you on, I hope you are embarrassed in a "tummy churning" way knowing that I have seen you present yourself both as a serious professional woman, and like that. And surely you need to be spanked by your old mentor for such promiscuity.

Regardless of what you decide to do, up to and including completely ignoring this email, 100% your secret is safe with me, and I am trusting you with same.

And just thank for being you. What a wonderful gift you are to this world!

 

Sincerely,

XXXX XXXXX

You can imagine the panic that set in when I first read that!!!! I re-read it multiple times, over and over again, over-analyzing it from all angles. Let me repeat the email again, with my thoughts as they are now.

From: XXXXXXX
To: me (Julie)
Subject: Reaching Out

Holy smokes! I recognized his name right away and then double-checked which email account I was looking at! Had I been discovered? Or was he just a fan reaching out with his real name????

Hi "Julie",

Oh shit. The quotes. I'm outed. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I'm a fellow Torontonian who is a massive admirer of you and your blog. Whereas a lot of other written spanking resources seem to be in decline, I think your blog is one of the most entertaining and insightful such things on the web at present.

Ok, a bit relieved - he is a fan at least.

I was very conflicted over whether to reach out to you in this way at all, but have decided to make the leap. You may recognize my name from my email. If you are who I think you are, we have worked together and met several times in real life. We have worked together as professional colleagues in a past job, and you and your husband have been over at my wife's and my house for a work party. Unless I am very mistaken, your name is XXXX XXXXXX, you live on XX XXXXX, we worked together at XXXXX around XXX-XXXX, and we are connected on LinkedIn.

Oh yes. Definitely outed. No question. I always knew this could happen, but here it is.

I want to assure you that your secret identity is 100% secure with me. I am a lifelong spanko, I switch, and I have had encounters with pro dommes and subs in Toronto and abroad. My wife is pretty vanilla, a refrain I'm sure you've heard many times. So I guess I have my secret identity to protect as well, which is why I am writing to you from my unmasked personal email account, to give you some level of assurance as to my intentions in reaching out.

Ok, that's good. It will be our secret. I know the gentleman and admire him. I feel I can trust him. He is a big old spanko like me that he holds back from his wife and also has something to lose. Feeling a bit more relieved after a time with this in there.

Isn't it odd how we sat together in meetings, and you worked on a project for me, without us knowing anything about that part of each others' lives? I did, of course, admire you sexually, in that way men do, but hopefully without letting on at all.

I didn't actually notice him admiring me at all, though would have been flattered had he done so discretely. He was a powerful executive in that company, and that turned me on.

How do I know it's you? The video you posted of you spanking your husband is a bit of a dead giveaway for anybody who has met you. As well, I know your husband is named David (you probably should have switched that up!). Also I knew where you live, where you traveled on vacations, and the fact that you have a family cottage. These are all things we discussed and that matched the narrative in your blog. Plus that bubbly vivacious personality shows through equally on your blog and in real-life. So, no, I can't be 100% sure, but I am 99.9% sure. And that slight doubt is the reason I'm reaching out to "strictjulie", not XXXXX XXXXX, in case I am wrong (imagine if poor innocent XXXX were to receive such a message?)

The video. I re-watched it. Yeah. It shows my full figure walking around, and there's a bit of my voice in a few places as well. And, as I surmised, from a bunch of other details that match up to real-life. I remember us discussing European trips and cottaging. And he did have a work party at his house that I brought David to.

If you say, no, that's not me, you got it wrong, that is all you need to say and I will completely let it drop and never mention it again, and take whatever I may or may not know to the grave.

Ok. That's option 1. Ignore the email.

And if you "fess up", it will bring a smile to my face knowing I am one of the few people you share this secret with, and we need never meet or mention it again.

Option 2. An email back acknowledging he found me out and requesting we never speak of this ever again.

But the real reason I am reaching out is to confess, despite being considerably older than you, to a total puppy love crush I have on you. You ARE the perfect woman! We are both in loving marriages and I know neither of us wish to upset those apple carts. But so few people must know both you and your blog persona, that it would be wonderful to meet secretly and just discuss all the tremendous adventures from your blog, and, dare I say it, recreate one or two in the privacy of a downtown hotel room?

There, I said it!

You certainly did. Oh my gosh. You're a powerful man. A "puppy love crush" on me??? He must easily be in his mid to late sixties now. I get it that he does not want a relationship per se, just a bit of play. I am feeling pressured though. Is this a subtle, implicit, blackmailing? I am a bit taken aback. The tone of the whole message has changed suddenly from completely non-threatening, to a bit threatening.

Of course, I had fantasies of blackmailing you into accepting a spanking from me, but I admire you way too much to do that. But maybe as a roleplay?

Fuck you! If I thought the blackmail was implicit before, it just got a bit more explicit now. Starting to not like where this is heading at all.

Despite having almost a couple of decades on you and being essentially retired, I'm still fit and healthy and horny, and would love to engage as an occasional play partner. It would not be a stretch for me to play your Daddy. We did have a bit of a mentorship thing, I thought, at XXXXX. I hope I'm not imagining that now with rose coloured glasses, where in fact you think of me as a sexist pig or some such.

Ok. I know what he wants. I don't know if I'm being blackmailed or not. Actually, I don't think so. He has a lot to lose as well with his admissions in this email and his situation with his wife. But he could damage me by sending a little anonymous note to my professional colleagues saying, "check this out - http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com - isn't that XXXX XXXX?"

But he is right that we did have a bit of a professional mentorship thing going on. He was a lot above me in the company but I was assigned to a special project with him, and we worked fairly closely for a couple of weeks, during which time he gave me a lot of valuable advice and also greased the wheels for a key promotion for me. I was and am grateful. I do not think he has any desire to harm me at all.

Other than the spanking that is ;-)

I could spank you, or you could spank me, or both. I would gladly accept a pegging from you, as I don't believe you've ever done this to another man? I know you were spanked (and other things!) by another man, John you called him, husband of Tracy? And you received a nice massage from a Spanish boy in Seville I believe. I even remember you telling me about that trip, but you omitted that part, you naughty girl! I would prefer to spank rather than be spanked, but have learned that my being on the bottom is a good way to build trust, and besides there are many more and exciting pro dommes than pro subs, so I have adapted.

Ok, clever. He preempted me saying that I would never engage in anything like that with another man. He also opened the possibility that I could be the one in control during our meeting, and spank the shit out of him for putting me through this!!!!!

And you can imagine how surreal and titillating it was for me to put 2 and 2 together. Fortunately (for my sanity), when we worked together I had not yet encountered your blog. And then I was a fan who thought it was great that such a woman lives nearby and cottages up North as I do. But when I saw the video, it was "I know that person!". With that knowledge I re-watched intently, especially the clip where your husband spanked your delightfully squirming bare bottom. How could I not imagine myself in his place? I also revisited the various clothed and explicit photos of yourself that you posted, especially the shower photoshoot and the Tracy photoshoots.

Oh my gosh... Yes. The realizing that this distinguished older gentleman. An admired elder colleague, had seen me like this!

This is legitimately the most embarrassing thing, to me, that I have ever put out there. It's my husband giving me a 3-minute long spanking and scolding across his knee, with my pants pulled down and my cute little watermellon panties following. I squirm and try to protect myself as my husband reddens my naughty bottom for me. My embarrassment at points during my lecture is palpable. The video of my spanking is linked here and an abridged version with some audio left in linked from it.

My colleague, my distinguished older colleague, a senior executive, a mentor to me, my boss's boss's boss, has seen me spanked like a shrieking child across my husband's knee, and has suggested doing the same to me!

I was particularly excited by the turn of events over the past year where you became increasingly more submissive. I am impressed by the spankings you take, shocked and awed by how you involved your family, delighted how you improved your wifely cock-sucking skills and have learned to swallow without (much) complaint, and very impressed how you bend over and readily accept what you describe as painful and punitive anal intercourse from your husband.

Oh no. It's going from bad to worse. He's referred to my training in sucking cock and swallowing, enforced by my husband's belt. Will he want to assess for himself how much I learned????? And he's also referring to my requirement, on demand, to receive anal intercourse from my husband. Normal wives can and do refuse this. Spanked wives cannot. Will he want to see how compliant I am with him in this regard as well??? Can a mid-sixties guy keep it up for that? Will I have to bend over for that after my spanking? He suggests I may...

my shame
He has seen me like this already!
What will I be required to let happen???

I was also delighted and enchanted by your fictional flights of fancy in your new e-book which I eagerly consumed. Your adventures as a church-goer were magnificent, though as a practicing Christian I would like to know what church you attended!

Awww... he's a good Christian man. That book contains all my dirty secret fantasies in the realm of submission. He knows what I want and crave.

Knowing what turns you on, I hope you are embarrassed in a "tummy churning" way knowing that I have seen you present yourself both as a serious professional woman, and like that. And surely you need to be spanked by your old mentor for such promiscuity.

He even references my turn of phrase when describing my embarrassed feelings. This argument for my spanking seems to be the most compelling to me...

Regardless of what you decide to do, up to and including completely ignoring this email, 100% your secret is safe with me, and I am trusting you with same.

Yes. I think I get this. In the end I feel free to do or not do with equanimity. The note was a roller-coaster, but this was a good summing up.

And just thank for being you. What a wonderful gift you are to this world!

Now you're just trying to get into my pants :-)

 

Sincerely,

XXXX XXXXX

 

What a note, eh? What a roller-coaster of emotions as I read and re-read. I decided to answer failry promptly:

From: me (Julie)
To: XXXXXXX
Subject: Re: Reaching Out 

Hi XXXXXX,

Oh my gosh, your email practically made my heart stop! I live in a certain amount of fear at being "outed", and have my finger on the "delete blog" button were that to come to pass. But your message was sufficiently reassuring regarding your discretion that I ended up somewhat relieved that I was "found out" by such a gentleman as yourself. I always humoured myself thinking that if I were discovered by someone who knows me in real life, they would be a spanko also and would understand and keep my secret. Nice that turned out to be the case.

And yes, you have indeed got it right. Oh blush! And of course I remember you, a very tall, handsome, distinguished, incredibly bright senior exec, and I absolutely considered you to be a mentor and basked in whatever attention you lavished upon little old me from your well-deserved exalted perch in the company. I do admit to having been a bit turned on in your presence. Ha ha! As a professional woman I am well aware of sexual thoughts colleagues have for us, but ignore and bluster on, and count on the men to do likewise, and I never received any overt hint of it from you which is more than I can say for some.

I was a bit dismayed that your goal in reaching out seemed to be to engage in some sort of play. I don't generally play with other men, and certainly not behind my husband's back. John and the massage guy you mentioned notwithstanding.

But as I re-read, I was relieved that you seemed entirely capable of accepting no for an answer. And I recall some words of advice from you regarding career advancement, "if you don't ask you don't get". So good for you for asking. And I am certainly tempted, as you would make a wonderful "Daddy". I will consider it, but please don't hold your breath.

You are absolutely right that after the terror wore off, thinking of you in particular having seen all those images of me, and knowing everything I engage in and my innermost sexual thoughts, fantasies, and behaviours, I truly have massive embarrassed butterflies in my tummy (and a bit lower as well). The thought of being spanked by you for it makes me a bit wet...

Thank you for keeping my secrets, and could you please delete this email chain that links strictjulie to my real name in case someone else gets access? Thank you!

"Julie"

P.S. As I post most everything in my Julie-life to my blog, may I post this with all identifying information removed? Might amuse my followers that I've been "found out" by a former boss's boss's boss that I worked directly with!

A quite true summing up of my emotions. I certainly did not agree to anything, but I certainly did not completely shut the door either.

He wrote back,

From: XXXXXXX
To: me (Julie)
Subject: Re: Reaching Out

Hi Julie,

You shall be Julie henceforth and I will immediately delete all traces of this thread and confirm with a fresh email with no mention of your real name.

I can absolutely live with a "no"; and yes, I have lived successfully by "if you don't ask you don't get." Your response was quite coquettish however, so while I will definitely not hold my breath, I will hold onto a modicum of hope!

And by all means publish our correspondence with the appropriate redactions. I would expect nothing less and will look forward to your self-assessment of your own feelings in the matter, as you are wont to do.

Cheers!

So there it is. He confirmed back with a fresh email that he had "taken care of that matter", and now I have as well from my end, having only preserved it redacted here.

What shall we call this gentleman for the purposes of this blog? I'm running out of fake names. How about "Mr. Stevens"? I would not feel comfortable referring to Mr. Stevens by his given name. He is very senior to me after all.

I am sure Mr. Stevens is reading this blog post with some measure of interest. Perhaps trying to detect which way the wind is blowing with me regarding his request. I am grateful that he is being such a gentleman about it. And he correctly surmised that I would be equal parts terrified and titillated by the exchange. But I'm blushing so hard knowing that Mr. Stevens, Mr. Executive Vice President Stevens, knows my true nature and seems to know the type of disciplining that I need and crave from a legitimate father figure. Oh dear.

I went looking for an opening image for this blog entry, google imaging searching "outed". I came across this one, which is from a book cover.

Cover from the ebook The Outed SpankO

Oh my gosh, it's sort of perfect, isn't it? If we do it, will he insist on me being dressed as a schoolgirl for our rendezvous? He did reference the photos from the Tracy/John episodes.

And we all know what happened then.

I see him in a suit in a big hotel suite. He would be my mentor of old, a senior executive, a Christian elder, "disappointed" in me that I had developed and displayed such perverted sexuality. I had clearly not been properly "seen to" when I was a schoolgirl. He will revisit that phase of my training. I will be obliged to show up in schoolgirl uniform for my dressing down. He will take me across his knee and in no uncertain way teach me the errors of my ways, directly on my very bare bottom. He will have me stand and bend over, "Spread Your Feet, Girl!", for a paddling, a leathering, and a caning.

While it would be bad enough being exposed to Mr. Executive Vice President Stevens like that, better that than being exposed for the depraved slut I am to the entire company!

Will Mr. Stevens not take "no" for an answer from me? Will he require me to show up for my spanking in this way???  And after my spanking, will I be sent on my way, or will I be required to demonstrate to him my proficiency with the wifely skills beaten into me by my husband during my disciplinary training period? I am supposing that it is not an accident that he brought those up in his email to me, my cocksucking training, my training on how to receive anal intercourse from a man. Will he require that of me as well?

What shall I do? Shall I subjugate myself in all the ways a woman can to Mr. Stevens in order to ensure his secrecy? Limping out of his hotel room afterwards with a sore behind, inside and out? Or shall I defy him, and risk public humiliation?

What's a girl to do???

"The Perils of Pauline" indeed. Blog readers, help me out!!!!! ;-)

Naked Below the Waist Female Masturbation

I was browsing the blogs in my blogroll and came across an O and P spanking stories blog post A pic story - Dorm Inspection, and was taken by this photo:

I browse 100's of photos a week to find good ones to illustrate my blog posts. I know that text all by itself is boring, and adding an "on topic" pic can get the imagination firing and break up the monotony of solid text.  But every now and then a picture just grabs me and gets my imagination firing on all cylinders. This one did that. It's not her bum that grabbed me, it's her barely seen face in combination with the humiliating situation in which she finds herself.

When a photo like this takes me, I generally take it to bed with me on my iPad. I take my bottoms off, and in this case, lower my panties to a band around my thighs to emulate the photo. I moisten my fingertips with my saliva and begin lazily rubbing my pussy all around my clit. I move a finger to the entrance to my vagina and play with myself there. That feels nice. I'm a married woman for goodness sake. I masturbate too much. Oversexed.

There is this perception that it's not a thing women do, masturbate frequently. Boys and men are supposed to be the little monkeys who can't stop themselves from tugging on their willies. Am I bizarre that way, I wondered? I looked it up here:

I probably average to around weekly, maybe a bit more. But it's often lack of time and privacy that stops me, not lack of inclination. At any rate, for a woman my age, that puts me in the top third only. Put thirty women my age in a room, and then tell everybody who masturbates at least weekly to go to one side of the room. 10 of us would blush and shamefacedly walk over while the other 20 look on with a big superior smirk. When they then say that everybody who does it 2-3 or more times a week should put their nose in a corner and drop their pants and panties, 3 of the corners would be filled by horny bare-bummed ladies, and I wouldn't be amongst them. I would be amongst the group teasing them for their ridiculous horniness.

For a male in my age category, that same frequency would be top half. But the stereotype is borne out for super-frequent masturbators: 2, 3, 4+ times a week. 40% of 18-24 men do that, compared to only 10% of 18-24 women. Even in my age bracket, 1/3 of men are frequent masturbators (you know who you are!) as compared to only 10% of women.

Ok, so it's not that unusual for a woman, I'm just particularly chatty about it, shameless hussy that I am.

 

As I play with myself, a story around the photo forms. I thought of the man as my Uncle (and the girl as me of course). I spun a fantasy in my brain. I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle out of town. I had a strict curfew. I came in way past it, a little drunk. I was given water and an aspirin and sent to bed with the promise that this would be dealt with tomorrow. I was a bit hungover in the morning and Aunty and Uncle dealt with me tenderly.  By noontime I was feeling much better. Aunty informed me that I should go to my bedroom, lower my jeans, sit on the side of my bed, and Uncle will be in presently to give me my spanking (!).

 

It's exciting for me to make up a story around a photo like this. I get excited by the story in my head, not by the photo per se. Is it the same for guys? Or do guys fixate more on the photo itself?

 

I imagine that I knew spanking was a theoretical possibility with Aunty and Uncle. Aunty had said "if you break the rules, you're liable to get a spanking from your Uncle." I was 18-years-old. I mostly thought she was kidding. Did I break the rules deliberately to test that? I might have...

I imagine going to my room, lowering my jeans as instructed, and sitting there on the side of the bed nervously, fidgeting in my panties, waiting for Uncle to come in. Would I go across his knee? Would Uncle take my panties down for my spanking? I would have had huge butterflies in my tummy waiting there like that, imagining what was about to take place. I hadn't been spanked since I was an eight-year-old child! Being made to wait with pants pulled down must be terrible.

 Uncle would come in and say, "do you know why you're about to be spanked?"

"Yes, Uncle. I broke curfew and drank alcohol."

"We won't have it in our house. We're supposed to be looking after you."

"Yes Uncle. I'm sorry."

"You're going to be more sorry after you've been dealt with."

"Yes Sir."

How embarrassed would I be, sitting there with my knees clamped together with my jeans around my ankles, in just in my little white cotton patterned panties, as Uncle lectured me. I would be feeling like an eight-year-old.

Uncle would take a blanket, fold it up, and lay it down across the unusually high metal footrail of the bed. He would point to it and say simply, "bend over".

I can imagine myself awkwardly kneeling up on the bed, shuffling towards the footrail. Kneeling up and using my hands to push myself up and over. There would be a footstool that the tips of my fingers would barely reach. As I reached for the footstool to balance myself, my toes would just barely dangle against the bed. This was humiliating! My panty-covered bottom would be obscenely and prominently displayed.

Uncle would reach his hands to the waistband of my panties and begin tugging them down. No... no... This could not be happening. This was an 18-year-old virgin's worst nightmare: being completely exposed like this to her Uncle for a spanking!

He would keep pulling them down until they were completely clear of my bottom and midway down my thighs where he would stop their descent. I'd be blushing furiously in the realization that absolutely everything would be on display to Uncle.

My positioning and the pulling down of my panties would have been no accident. This was part of my punishment: to be embarrassed to my very core. For a modest 18-year-old virginal girl like me to have to be prepared like this for her spanking from a much older Uncle that has never seen her like this is horrible. No man had ever seen me like this! I was a virgin. It wasn't right. Uncle would lay a hand on my lower back to steady me. He would ask if I was ready for my spanking now.

For a virginal girl especially, this is a "worst case" scenario. This is the position young lady's are placed in immediately before forcible sexual intercourse. Before my age even, my nubile cavegirl ancestress would have been forced into this position and "married" by the alpha male of the tribe. Claimed like this in front of all, with no say in the matter. Fucked hard and spermed into while the betas look on in awe. Pitied by the women who knew what I was being put through as his large penis repeatedly thrust into my painfully tight teenage pussy until impregnation was complete. Uncle had become the Alpha Male in my little world, completely subjugating me in a way that resonated in my subconscious female ancestral hindbrain. I would not be able to help it. I would squirm in embarrassment, which would only serve to increase the "show" and the humiliation.

Then Uncle would begin my spanking with hard swats over and over and over again until I was crimson red and frantic. His hard hand taking the place of the caveman's cock, mastering me. The house was small. While Aunty was not in the room, I had no doubt she heard every swat and cry.

His spanks would cover the entire expanse of my bottom, from hip to hip, from crest down to and including upper thighs, not sparing the insides of the cleft and thighs. Uncle would impatiently pull my panty-confined legs to better access the tender insides of my high upper thighs, nearest my holy of holies. I would be taught a lesson in obedience from the man of the house, and it would be a lesson I would not soon forget.

Uncle would keep me there as I wept, lecturing me one more time on the rules and extracting heartfelt promises to never, ever, misbehave again. Uncle would say I got off easy, and had he had his druthers, he would have removed his belt and leathered me properly. As it was, if there was a "next time", Aunty and he had agreed that the belt would be coming off.

Uncle would tell me to get up, go to the living room, apologize to Aunty, and then stand with my nose in the corner until Aunty said otherwise.

I would painfully push myself off my humiliating perch, and start pulling up my panties and pants.

"Leave them where they are!" thundered Uncle.

I would leave my pants and panties bundled around my ankles as I shuffled over to the living room where Aunty was sitting with a nice cup of tea.

"Aunty," I would say, standing there bare beneath my waist, my hands covering my private area.

"Yes, dear?"

Sniffling with tears I would say, "I'm sorry I broke the rules. It won't happen again."

"It had best not," she would say, looking disapprovingly at me. "It was all I could do to prevent your Uncle from taking his belt to your naughty backside. Next time you won't be so lucky."

"Yes Ma'am".

I would look at Aunty expectantly. After a moment she would say, "go on then, face the wall, we'll let you know when you may go back to your room."

"Yes Ma'am," I would say as I moved towards the corner and stood facing it.

So embarrassing. Aunty would have vivid visual verification of how Uncle had mastered me. I was just a girl, and I would be made to obey with a bright red bottom when required.

Uncle would come into the room and Aunty would say to him, "Just look at her red bum. Are you satisfied?"

"She should have gotten the belt," Uncle would say grumpily.

"It's her first time in a long time. Did you bend her over the bed rail as I suggested?"

"I did. I'm not sure what was redder, her face before I started or her backside after I finished."

"For a good girl like her getting a spanking from her Uncle, being bent over like that will leave more an impression than any belt."

"Why not both?"

"Next time it will be, we agreed."

I would be standing there listening to this whole conversation. They were speaking amongst themselves as if I was not right there.

CLICK

I would spin my head to see. Aunty was holding up a camera phone and had just snapped a shot of my bare red backside.

"It's just for your Mother, dear."

"Please don't tell my Mom," I would plead.

"Nonsense! Of course she needs to be told, child. You had just best hope she doesn't get your Father to finish the job your Uncle started."

I would stand there interminably. My bum itching like mad, but unable to reach down and rub it all. I would hear the little noises of Aunty and Uncle around the house as I continued performing my bare bottomed penance.

"Stand straight and don't fidget, girl!" Aunty would say. I would instantly straighten and stiffen and push my nose into the corner. "Unless you want to be stripped completely bare and go for a trip across your Uncles knee."

"No Aunty."

"Then I had best not see even one muscle move."

"Yes Aunty."

"Actually, you've earned a stripping. Hands up."

I would put my hands up and Aunty would remove my top. Then she would unfasten my bra and remove it. Then she would have me step out of my pants and panties and socks.

"Naughty slips of girls who can't stand still during their timeouts get stripped."

"Yes Aunty." I stood there blushing completely, knowing that if Uncle returned to the living room he would see me bare naked!

"If your Uncle or I see you move again, you'll be spanked again and then put back against the wall for double your time remaining."

"Yes Aunty."

I stood stiff as a ramrod with my nose and breasts against the wall, despite the discomfort. Throughout, Uncle would come and go as I stood there in my bare breasted, bare pussy, bare bottomed shame.

After an interminable time Aunty would say, "keep your hands on your head and turn and face us."

Despite the acute embarrassment of my shameful nakedness, I was relieved that I was at least allowed to move. I turned and faced them, suffused with a deep blush extending from titties to face.

My pussy... my breasts...

"Will anything like this happen again?" Aunty asked.

"No Aunty."

"What will happen if it does?"

"I'll... I'll... get the... belt... from Uncle."

"That's right. And I won't be able to save your bare little bottom then, will I?"

"No Aunty."

"But it won't deserve to be saved, will it?"

"No Aunty."

"Back to your room now. No supper for you. We'll see you for breakfast and we won't speak of this again,"

"Yes Aunty. Thank you Aunty. And thank you, Uncle... for punishing me."

"Go on with you, now," Uncle would say, and I would scamper back to my room.

As I went I would hear Aunty say, "she can be naughty, but she's such a delight."

"Very fetching. We had best keep a close eye on her," Uncle would say.

I figured that for the remainder of my time there, my social life would be very constrained, but I didn't really mind. I felt warm and cared for, as a girl should.

 

That was the full and elaborate fantasy that popped into my kind as I languidly rubbed my pussy in my bed, every now and then glancing at the propped up photo.

I went back to the beginning and replayed the scene in my head, trying to remember each detail I had made up sequentially, elaborating a bit each time. Partly because the photo was right there, I return to the spanking.

I reach for my Hitachi vibrator. I turn it on and press it against myself. I bend at the waist as I lie sideways on my bed and stick my bum out. I reach my free hand behind me as I continue pressing the Hitachi against myself in front. I feel how exposed my pussy is, how my cheeks part and how my anus is on view. I give myself a spank, and another, and another. Under my breath I mutter "no Daddy, please, not a spanking, not like this. Not like this!" And then I cum furiously. I straighten and arch my back as the waves of orgasm engulf me. I take the Hitachi away from me, way too sensitive to bear it now. I turn it off, breathe deeply, and gently stroke little miss puss puss as I come down off my orgasmic high.

Yes, it was telling that at the moment of orgasm I substituted my father for the Uncle of my fantasy. What can I say? I'm a Daddy's girl.

Now tell me in the comments, do any of you spin stories like this around the images you masturbate to, or am I special that way?