What David Knows About My Blog

I've been playing coy, and outright lying, for a decade now regarding what my husband knows and doesn't know regarding this blog. It was not totally my idea to lie about it, but I was complicit. But I now have permission from David to tell the truth.

David had been a spanko from birth, and he introduced his previously hidden kink to me several years into our marriage. I was disappointed that he hid it from me, but came to understand why over time. His initial expressed desire was to spank me, but when I shut him down cold on that (oh how the times have changed!), he asked if I was at all turned on by the thought of me spanking him? I was not turned on by the thought, but I could see how important it was to him, and so was determined to give it a try. After a bit of frustrations getting started, I found I actually did enjoy it, and it did in fact turn me on having him across my knee, suffering under the big wooden hairbrush he had given me to spank him with. Most importantly, I found it empowering and cathartic, and that in turn made it sexy once I knew he was getting off on it also and I was not injuring him.

When I do something, I do it right, so I went online and started consuming all manner of spanking porn: text, images, videos. I quickly skipped over all the femsub stuff and focused on the lady on top, man on bottom, variety. I had not been hiding any of my online activity from David. He was very much on the Internet himself and suggested resources for me. When I found certain things I thought he might like, I showed them to him and asked him if that was a turn on. He also sent me links to things that turned him on.

After a bit of lurking, I wanted to interact, so created a fake identity for myself and began posting on a Spanked Husbands forum on a site called Topix. I did not tell David about that because I was seeking ideas to surprise him with. I think I was a novelty for the folks there and I received a lot of praise, attention, encouragement, great suggestions, and advice.

From the start, it was clear that I was much more adventurous than the typical wife to a spanko hubs, which in itself was already a rarity. Most wives were quite grudging and prudish, I thought, and a bit ashamed of spanking their husband. I, on the other hand, eagerly consumed any new activity dreamt or suggested. I got an adrenalin kick out of doing some more outlandish "out there" things. Putting him into panties. Taking him on public outings. Involving whatever other women I could. I loved it all! In fact, I took him panty shopping less than a month from spanking him for the first time; and involved his trainer and my sister both within the first three months. Doing that came naturally to me. Doing anything else seemed unnatural.

I had also started perusing other people's blogs, and realized that my very adventurous more public approach seemed to be unique even in the spanko world, but a fantasy for many; and my enthousiasm in embracing my husband's kink was something I thought as a natural reaction, but in fact appeared to be rare. So I thought that I could have a unique voice, and decided I wanted to start my own blog. I did not see it as a big departure from posting on Topix, just a more efficient way to generate ideas and share experiences. So I did not initially tell David about the blog either.

You can directly see when my pangs of guilt began. I posted about it in Feeling Guilty. Then the very same day I wrote that blog post, he gave me (or maybe more apt to say "I took") the best orgasm of my life. So I wrote about that as well, and that was really, really personal, so I thought that I cannot go on hiding my blog from him. So I told him about it the next day. He didn't mind at all. He read the post about our lovemaking I was most concerned about and thought it was very hot. He encouraged me to keep going, and to blog about anything. Carte blanche. Neither he nor I ever dreamed how popular the blog would become. I thought it would stay a niche thing with limited interest to just a few freaks like us. Turns out there are many more freaks like us than I counted on ;-)

I wrote my next post, A Real Man, specifically for him. It was a twisted little love note to him. It contained elements of how much I admire him, and how much I enjoyed the new empowerment of wielding the hairbrush and being dominant in bed. It was designed to turn him on, and after reading it he came to me, knelt and kissed my feet, and declared me his Goddess. I spanked him and made dominant love to him.

Lying in bed afterwards I asked him if I should tell everybody on my blog that he now knows. He said no, the blog is my thing. He thought part of the appeal was guys reading it could imagine themselves in his place, and his presence on the blog would only interfere with that. He said that since I told everybody already that he does not know, just keep it that way.

David followed along for a bit, but after a time said it felt like snooping on my diary and told me he wasn't going to routinely follow, as he wanted to be surprised by what I came up with. Sometimes I sent him to read particular posts, and I knew there was always the possibility of him reading anything, so I always wrote accordingly (not that I changed anything up as a result). Whenever anybody re-asked over the years if David knows, I just repeated the same message.

As soon as David was in the know we established some ground rules to protect ourselves. My only communications channels would be text on the blog and by the associated email account. There would be no photos of us on the blog, and certainly no videos. Definitely no online impromptu chats or in-person meetings where the risk of accidental exposure was greater. We wanted to closely control all communications.

In fact, I had already broken the "photo" rule a bit with my blog avatar, which is a photo of me closely cropped and cartooned using a photoshop art filter. We didn't bother changing that up, but when blown up it is unmistakably me.

Early on I posted a blog of me purchasing a strap from a leather/sex shop, and then using it on David quite severely. A commenter requested a "real but non-revealing photo" of me holding the strap. I had already received some comments and emails from people questioning if I was who I claimed to be, and I thought it would add too much fuel to the fire if I rejected a reasonable photo request like that. David thought it was a bad idea, and he was not pleased with me asking to break our safety agreement 2 weeks in  (!), but acquiesced, even took the photo, and approved the final cut for publication.

Don't I look fierce and no-nonsense? And I thought that posting the precise requested image within a few hours of the request would settle the question of my being who I said I was once and for all. Naive! Over the years I posted a few more "dare type" photos. Once of me in a bra holding up three fingers and a sign in exactly the manner requested. And another of my lilly-white backside holding up a "Strict Julie Spanks!" sign. David had to sign off on those, which he grudgingly did. Over the years I posted more photosets, little "Easter Eggs" for my blog readers. Each one was a bit of a battle with David. He just shook his head at the shower and Tracy photosets but allowed them. I actually enjoy the exhibitionism of it. It's still a source of tension with us. Maybe he'll lighten up after he reads this?

Over the years there were certain photos of David that I just had to publish as well. I begged and pleaded so prettily that he had to relent. I remember the very first time he relented and said, "well there goes my plausible deniability." Ha ha! I mean, the Internet would have lost out forever on one of its most iconic switching aftermath images had he not relented:

I think one of the earliest bare bottom / subby pictures of me was when taken by Mistress Violet the first time we went to see her, before she knew about my blog. I asked her for photos. This is the one that David allowed me to post:

I was clearly exhibiting some rather extreme subby tendencies, especially the way I encouraged the commenters to take me to task in Playtime Happened: My Spanked Bottom! The large photo from which this was cropped was this one:

Violet had taken the photo, and the photo was of course the dead giveaway when one of her clients pointed us to her blog (Violet recognized the roleplay scene of course, and my lingerie, bottom, and pussy). This was early on in my journey towards submission, and I wanted David to "break the ice" by giving me a fondle-heavy "birthday spanking" (it was not my birthday) in hopes that Violet would make out with me later in the scene. This is David doing yeoman's work on my butt. The pinkening was entirely imparted by him. I think he took advantage of my horny situation and I sort of reveled in the view I was presenting to Violet. I hoped my red-bottomed squirming was turning her on.

After David had his turn, it was Violet's turn to spank me. She did, and she teased me in an intimate way as well. Afterwards, I quote, "When she was done with me I stood up and told her "that was hot!" She replied that it sure was, and she kissed me on the lips. A long and lingering kiss with my dress still hiked up and my panties still around my knees and with her grabbing my bare butt! Who's seducing whom here???" Yes, I melted at the female domination, I'll admit it. We went on to the scene where I was David's daughter and Violet was my new step-mom. We ended the scene, after co-domming David, with him jerking off while the two of us, above him, were half-naked, fully entwined, hands groping one another, and kissing passionately on the mouth.

Sometime in 2019, while I was exploring my subby side a lot, I was having an email exchange with somebody asking if I could make an animated gif of David spanking me. I talked David into allowing a video that I could make into a gif, but he wanted to see and approve the end result before I released it. I learned the whole Photoshop cropping and editing thing and wound up making such a good video that sufficiently concealed our identities that I actually got permission from David to post that.

see: Strict Julie Spanked on Video

David did however, put up a fight. We were dressed in some of our regular clothing, and anybody who knew us in real life (like my Dad, e.g.) would be able to recognize us. But he relented in the end and I got to treat my regular blog readers to an actual video of an actual spanked wife! I was proud of David's showing in that video as well. You can tell from the first smack that he has a hard hand perfectly capable of taming a spanko wife.

A couple of years earlier we had made this other amazing video of ourselves, as part of a pretend sort of thing where I told him I was going to send it to my Mom so she can see how I deal with him. The way we played he was 99% sure it would not be sent to my Mom, but I am 1% crazy-ass-bitch, so he can never be absolutely sure, and that added the necessary edge for the sake of realism. Afterwards I made him put the video on our big screen and masturbate to himself being spanked by me while I watched.

Strict Julie Spanks on Video

There I am "showing him off" to my Mom over video.

Well, I had just learned the video editing, cropping thing, and had now also learned how to blur videos, so I started work on this older video. I showed it to David after literally a month of effort and he indulged me by allowing me to post it. He is being utterly humiliated in this video, in every way a man can be humiliated by his wife (save for a public pegging). We know it's dangerous, but both of us thought that this video, more than anything else, completely captured "Strict Julie" at work, and so we felt we had to post it. I was proud of David for being so vulnerable and allowing me to post it. We are in fact proud of our kinky sexuality, and we figured if it gets out, it gets out.

It was in fact this video that was the "nail in the coffin" for Mr. Stevens. He recognized me from my figure, my stance and stature, and the way I moved, and combined that with multiple other clues.

David and I are now both trying to slow down the amount of "Strict Julie" photos and videos out there. We have enough content that I can recycle a lot of it, and it will be fresh to new readers. I don't want to become an "onlyfans" type of girl. I want the blog to be mainly text describing our real adventures, augmented with evocative images. Every now and then we may post another pic, of either David or me, but expect few and far between, and treat them as delightful little Easter Eggs when they do show up. I will no longer feel pressured into putting up pics. That boat has sailed. If you don't think I'm real by now, there's no hope for you.

So yes, David knows, Violet knows, and Mr. Stevens knows. That's all who I am willing to confirm at this time. All others will be met with a firm "no comment" and you may speculate to your heart's content.

I did feel it was important to indicate that David knows, as I do believe in consent, and with David's photo and video all over the blog, I didn't want people to think I was doing it non-consensually. However, David will not be posting any articles, or writing any comments, or even reading most of my pieces. I just wanted you to know the truth about my husband knowing.

Sorry for the deception.