Thursday, September 30

My New Wedgie Fetish

So here's a fetish I didn't even know I had... a wedgie fetish, and more particularly, a female Melvin wedgie fetish!!!

As I have come to learn, a "Melvin" is a wedgie where your tormentor pulls up from the front, rather than from the rear. Obviously can be painful for a guy, cutting up viciously into his junk like that, but for a girl, well, just ridiculously embarrassing!

My husband always had a bit of a wedgie fetish, nothing extreme, likely all subby guys who went to middle school have the remnants of a wedgie fetish!

What mean girls those are! Ha ha!

I once wrote a public wedgie scene in a work of fiction called "the bargain". Here is a link to that part of it: The Bargain: chapter 3, the public wedgie. At the time, I did not know I had a wedgie fetish particularly, but I did have fun writing that scene! So I guess I did? But it was something that happened to boys, right?

A couple of weeks ago when I was playing with Alistair, as recounted in Spanked by my Old Boss, he gave me a wedgie while he was spanking me (something I've had before), but went further by reaching under me, bundling the material of my panty between my pussy lips, and then pulling up some more as he spanked me. He confessed to a "wedgie fetish" as he was doing it.

This was where my panties wound up!

It hurt at the time, and he dangled me there pretty fiercely as he spanked. I could feel the material totally cutting into me, front and back. I kicked and wriggled which only made it worse for me, working the material deeper and deeper into my crevices, pressuring and chafing... and... a new fetish was born into me!

A girl likes to imagine she's sexy, a femme fatale, even when being spanked, still being an object of intense sexual desire. Being wedgied like that felt the exact opposite of that: so humiliating!

In the time since then, as I re-imagine the scene, my mind just kept going back to that particular part, dangled over his knee, wedgied front and back, wriggling like an eel on a hook.

I started looking for "wedgy" material online. I was surprised that the vast majority of it actually seemed to be girl on girl. I discovered that a "frontal wedgie" was called a "Melvin", and that apparently more girls than just me obsess over it. A very fertile hunting ground was

Look at her blush as her girlfriend gives her a Melvin wedgie while kissing her dominantly. You know where those panties are nestled, right? And what they're pulling on? I like to imagine this was done to her in a bit of a public setting, like at a College party, so everybody could see how she was claimed.

And in this one the bad girl (me!) is getting punished with a dangling wedgie from her super strong, super fit, dominant girlfriend. Oh melt!

A lot of the art is solo situation, implying an audience of some sort. I like this one, as it truly illustrates the perils for a young lady!

Do you see how deeply her panties wedge up into her vagina??? See! I told you so! And then at her bum hole it's so, so tight that you can actually see brown pucker on either side! Is there anybody in the world who would not laugh coming upon a girl in such a predicament?

There are a few involving men on the giving end, which turn my crank.

Or how about getting it for real in a shop??

I get the feeling she was complaining and he was at the end of his tether with her. She'd already had her dress raised and her seat swatted, you can tell that from the redness. Everybody will know she's a spanked wife! And now, not heeding his warnings, she'll be doing the rest of the shopping, and all the way home, with her panties wedgied high, fore and aft. And you can better beleive that once he gets her home she'll be going across his lap for a much more extended and serious lesson on behaving herself when out in public. Oh melt!

It's a bit of an odd fetish, I'll admit...

 I agree with the above artist: it's not a real wedgie until you see pink!

I never had "friends" like this. More's the shame!

Manager keeping the Hooters' girls in line?

This is what a girl gets if her boyfriend sees the wasitband of her panties down the top of her too tiny shorts.

If you're both into wedgies, this is how your spanking will go.

End with a couple of male-on-male, classic wedgies.

I imagine he has a sleeping-in problem. Imagine your buddy barging into your bedroom to wake you up like this. Your buddy, of course, leaves the door wide open, and the other co-ed housemates all pop their heads in to see what the commotion is all about. Oh yes, Darryl will be setting an alarm clock from now on!

This guy was a jerk to one of the two's sister. He is being taught a lesson. His poor testicles must be crushed! It's being filmed by the sister's girlfriend and she has posted it online!

Fun stuff... Weird stuff... I'm weird...

Now, all I have to do is get up the courage to tell David about my wedgie fetish (I hope he just reads this and enough said!)

Wednesday, September 29

David Spanked in Front of New Girl!

Yes indeed! It's been a very, very, long lockdown, but things are loosening up now. I got my behind spanked by my old boss's boss's boss, Mr. Stevens, three weeks ago in a hotel suite (Spanked by my Old Boss!), and now my husband david got his behind semi-publicly toasted in front of and by my sister Sue and her new friend, Amanda, this past Saturday.

Sue found a new friend and they have been dating for a little while now. Sue was complaining that she was quite vanilla, so we thought originally that she would not be a good candidate for playtime with us. However, as they got to know one another better, her more fun side starting coming out. In one of their conversations Sue "let slip" that I spank my husband and that she's participated. Amanda flat out challenged her with an "I don't believe you!" and Sue said it was the easiest thing in the world to prove. Long and short of it, it was decided that david would be spanked by both me and Sue in front of Amanda! Yay!

We had not met Amanda before. They were going out to a restaurant together and coming by afterwards for a nightcap (and a spanking!). All through dinner david and I were apparently the topic of conversation. Sue prepared Amanda for what was likely to come, and Amanda seemed titillated by it, according to Sue's "after action" report. They arrived around 8pm, ringing on the doorbell, and I went to let them in.

We greeted and I immediately liked Amanda. She seemed like a lot of fun. She's a pharmacist. Slim lady with a nice body and a big toothy, friendly smile. Seemed very wholesome and down-to-earth. Grew up in Northern Ontario. She wore a high-collared, long-sleeved, thigh-length black dress with a leaf-green pattern. She had black leggings on underneath. She had big glasses. Her hair was a light brunette, done up in a bun. Her shoes were very practical, and she took them off at the door leaving her in black socks under her black leggings.

Sue was, as usual, her gorgeous blonde self. Slim, tall, elegantly attired in a fashionable yellow pantsuit.

We sat in the living room and I served some wine and we made a bit of small-talk about the house and the neighbourhood, and what we did for a living. As we were talking, we were sitting around our coffee table which was completely empty except for the big wooden paddle-shaped hairbrush I had placed there earlier. Nobody commented on it. Ha ha!

At one point Amanda asked, "So where's your husband?"

"He's upstairs, waiting to be called down. I wanted to make sure you were totally cool with everything without him here first."

"Sure. You're going to spank him, right?" She asked it with a giggle and an emphases on spank. "You and Sue, both?"

"I can't wait!" Sue said. "It's been too long."

"Yes. We'll take turns," I confirmed. "And I hope you won't mind, but he'll be naked for his spanking..."

"We always strip him," said Sue, to help me out.

"Sure," said Amanda.

I thought I should add, "And it'll look pretty bad. I'm going to spank him with that," I said, indicating the hairbrush. "He'll be yelping and begging, and his butt will turn all sorts of colours. But he'll be perfectly fine right afterwards. He has a safeword if he needs it, 'red', anything else we take as encouragement. He craves it hard like that. Here, feel the heft of the hairbrush..." I picked it up and handed it to Amanda.

She took it in her hand and made a few practice swaps on her opposite palm. "Ouch!" she said, when she smacked herself a little bit too hard, and we all laughed.

"Shall I call him down?" I asked

"Ok," Amanda said, putting the hairbrush back down. She actually looked quite excited. I tell you, as a general rule, I have found that in a safe environment there are very few women, straight, bi, or gay, who would pass up the chance to see a husband get a good bare bottomed spanking from his wife. You might think the opposite, but that has not been my experience.

I yelled upstairs, "David! You may come down now. You better be scrubbed squeaky clean from your bubble bath and be wearing exactly what I told you to!" Yes, that was a bit to humiliate him in front of Amanda and Sue and set the tone.

david was told about Amanda coming over as soon as I knew. It had been a long time for him since we had done a semi-public scene with a completely strange (to us) woman. david was excited for it, of course, and nervous about it, of course. I told him that I would greet Amanda and Sue alone so I could make sure everything was kosher, and he should wait for me to call him down. After having met Amanda and briefly spoken with her, I judged we were all systems go.

Before they were due to arrive, I drew david a very hot and very bubbly bath for him and made him soak in it for about 15 minutes until the front doorbell rang. If he was going to be stripped and likely "on display", I wanted him squeaky clean for our guest. When he was halfway through I stood him up and used a loofah sponge vigorously all over him which pinkened him up nicely (and I do mean all over - ha ha! - you've never seen a grown man make such a fuss over a bath).

He was, of course, completely clipped and shaved from top of legs up to his neck in preparation for this event. He's at his optimal weight right now, and looking slim and sexy!

As I went downstairs to get the doorbell I told him to get out of his bath, dry himself, and then to dress in the outfit I had laid out for him on the bed, and nothing else, and then to sit on the side of the bed thinking about his upcoming spanking until I call him to come down.

His "outfit" consisted of his baby blue panty, and nothing else.

Can you imagine him just sitting there, scrub-brush fresh and femininely scented, in just his panty, waiting to be called down? Yes, mind games are definitely a part of it!

"David! You may come down now. You better be scrubbed squeaky clean from your bubble bath and be wearing exactly what I told you to!"

Amanda made an "Oh" shape of her mouth at my commanding tone of voice and my choice of words.

david came down the stairs and came sheepishly into view. He was naked except for his panties, but you could hardly see them as his hands were crossed in front of his crotch and he was a bit hunched over. Erection, I thought immediately.

I stood up and took his upper arm and led him more forcefully into the living room, standing him directly facing Amanda and Sue who were sitting together.

"David, this is Amanda. She's here to see you get spanked today. Say hello to her and thank her for agreeing to watch you get your spanking."

"Hel... hello, um, Amanda. Nice to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to watch me get... spanked."

Poor boy was looking down at his bare toes the entire time and could barely get that out! Amanda had a broad smile on her face.

"My pleasure, David," Amanda said confidently.

"Say hello to Sue, also."

"Hello Sue."

"Hello David. Lovely to see you."

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."

"Put your hands at your sides and stand up straight. Let Sue and Amanda get a good look at you."

"Lovely panties, and I can see you're happy to see us..." said Amanda.

"Are you erect under your panties, david?" I asked, drawing attention (as if I needed to) to the big tent in the front of his panties.

"sorry ma'am..."

"Well let's see it then," I said and reached around to slowly pull his panties off his erection, down his legs, and to his knees, where they then dropped to his ankles. His big shaved penis and testicles came bouncing into full view.

Not the same angle, but the feeling was the same!

"Oh my!" said Amanda with a big smile.

She seemed totally into this. I thought I'd play with him a bit. "Look what a naughty boy you are! Does your penis think Amanda and Sue are here to have sex with it?"

"No Ma'am!"

"Well I know you know that, but I don't think your penis does. I think it needs to be punished. Four good smacks right in front of Amanda and Sue. Hands on your head. Stand straight."

I raised my hand and brought it down once, twice, three times, and four times.

Pretty much exactly what it looked like!

Each time david yelped and buckled over, and the straightened up again. Each time his penis bounced back even more erect than before.

"Doesn't seem to be working..." said Sue.

"Incorrigible. I'm so sorry about my husband's total lack of control, Amanda. He pops a boner in front of practically any attractive woman he sees."

"Maybe he just needs a good spanking?" Said Amanda, playing along nicely.

"Exactly!" I said. I went over and sat on the straight-backed armless chair I had set out opposite the couch. "Over my knee!" I commanded david. He shuffled over, panties still at his ankles, and bent over my knees.

I started spanking him with my hand and telling Amanda what I was doing. I told her I was warming up his bottom with a hand spanking to get him ready for the hairbrush. I told her it was too intense for him if I went straight in with the brush. As I spanked him Amanda and I made eye contact, and she was clearly enjoying it.

Amanda's view. david was approximately in this position

"Pass me the hairbrush, please," I asked Amanda who was closest to it. She eagerly passed it over to me.

"Are you ready, david?" I asked.

"yes ma'am."

I lined up and started spanking david much more seriously. Amanda winced a little as I looked up, but there was also a gleam in her eye.

His bum started changing colours, reddening. He started wriggling and kicking his pantied ankles, and crying out. At some point, his panties flew off his legs entirely!

His kicking legs and the amused Amanda is spot on.

I paused, repositioned him in leg lock, asked for his arm and held it behind his back, and started in anew, with considerably more control. This time I really toasted his bottom, concentrating on his low sit spots on the underside of his bum.

The positioning is about right
I focused on getting him hoisted well over.
Except I was dressed and not quite that vicious.
He was howling like that, though!

"No! Please! Ahhhh! No!!!! Please!!!!!"

"You told me you wanted a real spanking in front of Amanda. Better watch out what you ask for!"

"It's enough! It's enough! I'm sorry!!!!"

"Is 'it's enough' your safeword, sweetheart?"

"No Ma'am!! No Ma'am! Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!"

Oh my! He had not used 'yellow', his slow down safeword, in a long time. I believed we had dispensed with it and only had red, but I guess he was reluctant to 'red' me in front of Amanda. I respected his 'yellow', of course, and brought his spanking to an end.

When I was done I let him up. He stood and clutched at his burning rear end. That'll learn him! His penis was totally limp: always the sign of a job well done.

"Over to you Sue," I said.

"Oh no!" david said, maybe expecting it was over, but it was only a 'yellow', not a 'red' after all.

We switched places and david went across her knee.

"Want the brush?" I asked her, holding out the hairbrush.

"You know what I want," she said with a glint in her eye. I went into kitchen, got the big wooden spoon she favours, and handed it to her.

She had him straddle her knee and spread his legs, similar to the below.

Yes, it was entirely this obscene!

Once david was well-positioned and very much on display, Sue started right in with the big wooden spoon.

david hopped and bopped over her knee, his genitals putting on quite the show from behind, where Amanda and I were seated. His legs sort of tried to "squeeze shut" to close himself up more but he only wound up squeezing spasmodically up against Sue's thigh all the more.

Sue told him to spread his legs wider, and reached over and carefully pulled his cheeks apart, giving us even more of a show, if that can be believed. Sue was clearly less restrained than I even, in front of her girlfriend. Maybe showing off?


Sue really smacked his inner thighs and on the inside of his bum cleft. She used her free hand to push his testicles to the side to get at the high inner thighs where his balls normally dangle.

"Ah! Ah! No! Please! Please!" David yelled as Sue did a thorough job reducing my big strong husband to a wailing little girl across her one thigh.

"There we go!" Sue said after finishing him off with a final flurry.

david stood and looked to be in some considerable pain from his wooden spooning following hot on the heels of his hair brushing from me.

'That was intense!" Amanda said. "Is he ok?"

She asked me that, not david. There's a dehumanizing tendency when girls watch a guy catch it like that. I've noticed it before.

"He's fine. Aren't you, david?"

"Yes ma'am," he said. 

"Believe me now?" Sue asked Amanda.


"Would you like a turn?" Sue asked Amanda.

"No, no, I couldn't do it that hard, and he looks like he's had enough."

"He's never had enough, isn't that so, baby?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Turn around and show Amanda your red hot bum."

david did so, bending over a little at the waist.

I put my hand on it it, and told Amanda and Sue, "feal the heat".

Sue touched it, and Amanda did also, and Amanda said "oh my gosh, it's positively radiating!" sounding a bit surprised.

"Say goodbye to Amanda and Sue, now, and your thank yous. After that, go upstairs and wait for me. I might have some work for you later."

"Goodnight david, it was nice meeting you," said Amanda.

"Goodbye Amanda. Goodbye Sue. Thank you."

"You should thank your wife for indulging you so," said Sue.

"Thank you, Julie...

"My pleasure, david," and I kissed his cheek.

david started going upstairs.

"Don't forget your panties," I reminded him.

He turned and retrieved them, and clutching them in his hand he went upstairs to nurse his sore bottom.

We rearranged things and sat back down in the living room and finished off the wine, decompressing after the intense experience. We talked a bit about david's kink and about how open I was as a wife. Amanda thanked me for the experience, and they went on their way.

After they left, David and I had good, female dominant sex!

I hope Amanda's a keeper, and starts leaning more to the kinky. That would be fun!

Saturday, September 18

Vaccine Passports

Haven't posted a political blog for a while and gotten myself in trouble with friends and readers, so about time that I did! Today's topic is the advisability of so-called "vaccine passports". I'll lead off by saying I am very strongly against them, and I'll explain why below.

I am a firm believer in personal freedoms, civil liberties, and respecting people's right to choose, especially in regards to decisions affecting their own health. I find vaccine passports are a step in the wrong direction and have the great potential to lead to even further abridgements of civil rights, such as the Chinese social credit system where your access to all sorts of things is curtailed by the government's somewhat arbitrary and hard to appeal notion of whether you are a "good citizen", in their eyes, or not.

I detest the argument that says "nobody is forcing you" around vaccine passports. You can "choose" to not have a passport and you'll just be completely excluded from a livelihood and any meaningful participation in civil society. It's a semantic distinction, nothing more. The coercion is very real. You are effectively being forced.

I am not an absolutist on such matters. That would be a foolish position. So there are limits of course where I would approve coercive measures. If the situation is absolutely clear that your actions are unambiguously causing significant harm to others, and the remedy causes you no physical harm, then I'd absolutely tolerate and even advocate for coercive measures.

However, Covid-19 vaccinations, unfortunately, do not meet that bar in my (and many others') opinion.

We now live in a world where there is no clear and unambiguous information, and plenty of contradictory information. So-called "experts" have proven to be unreliable, scientific papers are slanted by an agenda, peer review is a meaningless political sign-off, politicians have absolutely proven themselves to be untrustworthy, public health organizations have lied to us and present us with incomplete information and flip-flop depending on how the political winds are blowing. And you can find experts and presented data on both sides of the issue.

If you find yourself 100% sure of your point of view (even 90% sure), you are likely a fool. You have no basis for your beliefs whatsoever. And yes, that applies to YOU, no matter what side of the issue you are on.

Some people base their great godlike certainty on a handful of anecdotes or some information reported in the media. Don't be so naive! You are being fed propaganda and you are being manipulated (BOTH sides!).

It's clear by now in the real world that the vaccines are no magic bullet (as other vaccines in the past have been). Even in highly vaccinated jurisdictions, vaccinated people are still catching it, passing it on, getting sick, and dying. As well, there is certainly some level of adverse effects from the vaccine. And the mRNA vaccine technology is experimental in humans, it is the first time it is being rolled out. Longer-term side effects cannot be known.

It seems evident that we will have to live with Covid, vaccine or no vaccine.

It is definitely a draconian measure to effectively force people to take a new type of medical procedure against their will.

We must compare this draconian measure against an alternative, less draconian measure to see if the benefits over the alternative exist and are sufficiently significant as to warrant the draconian measure.

The other alternative to consider is:

  1. Encourage vulnerable people to isolate as much as possible and mask-up as effectively as possible if going out. Allow such people to work from home where possible and support them with delivery services and such as we have been.
  2. Encourage people to become less vulnerable. Get in shape. Lose weight. Get plenty of vitamin D and vitamin C.
  3. Encourage the use of proven safe potential prophylaxis such as Zinc (a known antiviral agent) and zinc ionophores (that speed the zinc into the cells) such as Quercetin, Ivermectin, Hydroxichloriquine.
  4. If people become ill, setup home care and the hospitals with everything they need, such as monoclonal antibody treatments, antibiotics, steroids.
  5. Build up the ICU capacity to handle potential surges (in Canada, due to mismanagement of our dollars, ICUs chronically fill up every single flu season and nobody ever does anything about it).
  6. Encourage people with symptoms to self-isolate and/or mask-up when that is not possible. Symptomatic spread is far greater than asymptomatic, so that alone is a good measure.
  7. Everybody else, go about your business without lockdowns and mask-free.
  8. Allow anybody at all who wants the vaccine to take it at no charge.

The above list is MASSIVELY less expensive to administer than all the money-printing that has gone on due to shutdowns and lockdowns.

People who feel strongly that the vaccine confers protection are free to take it and, in their minds, protect themselves from the unvaccinated.

I don't buy the "but the unvaccinated are flooding our ICUs" argument that therefore prevents somebody with a health emergency from being treated. Certainly not until I see some valid statistics around that (how many people have been turned away and/or delayed sufficiently that there is a serious outcome, and don't give me single anecdotes), and how much ICU capacity compared to the whole is so-occupied (again, don't give me anecdotes - stats!). For example, in my jurisdiction, Ontario, we have 2300 ICU beds and 160 occupied with Covid. At the very peak we had 800, and the vast majority were and are occupied by the very aged with multiple comorbidities who may have wound up there anyways.

The rate of death from heart disease was more than double the rate of Covid at the worst of times. Yet do we mandate a 2000/cal per day diet plus exercise for obese people at the greatest risk? Why don't we? That would free up ICU space, surely. It's a specious argument, just as it is with unvaccinated Covid. Instead we adapt by building out the capacity to meet the demand. See my point 5 above. We've had a year and a half to do it, nearly infinite dollars to spend elsewhere, and yet the dollars are not going there in any significant way. Worse, we are laying off health care workers who choose not to take the vaccine. Insanity.

If we compare the alternative I presented to indiscriminate forced vaccination, are you really 100% sure that the vaccination route is so much more effective as to justify this abridgement of human rights in a murky situation. Really?

There is also good indication (that coincides with all previous experience and expectation) that people who have had Covid and recovered from it have better immunity than vaccinated people. Why is that not taken into account in these vaccine passports?

I am not arguing you should or should not take the vaccine. I chose to take it, as I think it confers protection against bad outcomes if I do get the disease, but I am by no means certain of that. I also think that while there are risks with the vaccine, they are small, but I am by no means certain of that either. For me, given my age, healthy lifestyle, healthy diet, and the vitamins and minerals I supplement with, my risk of Covid is very, very low (on the order of risks I take driving in a car). So are the risks of the vaccine (in my opinion, and of the same tiny order). So with these two tiny risks weighing against each other, I was a bit indifferent to taking the vax or not. What swayed me was the inevitability of these coercive measures, so that is what made up my mind, not health concerns.

And that's pretty shitty.

P.S. just heard this amusing rant from rabid Covid vaccine supporter Ben Shapiro on this issue so I added it here (starts at around the 26 minute mark):

Wednesday, September 15

Jillian Keenan on Domestic Discipline IRL

There's a spanking writer / youtuber named Jillian Keenan that I was somewhat aware of. She posted something the other day that hit home with me. It was an embarrassing (for her) youtube video where she speaks about her craving for Domestic Discipline.

She's cute when she blushes...

 She leads with:

"You know, I thought... I thought... that I had already humiliated myself on the Internet enough that I was totally immune to this emotion, and then I decided to make a video about... domestic discipline... Why am I so embarrassed right now???"

I know exactly how she feels! I'm in the same boat, constantly blogging about all these kinky things, yet I still become incredibly embarrassed blogging about a real spanking, for real reasons, given to me by my husband as part of our domestic discipline arrangement. Or even admitting out loud than I am subject to such discipline, and that I get so turned on by it... Oh blush!

Jillian adds a lot of humour into her videos and she has some great gestures and facial expressions throughout. She leads off the video with a mock "Therapy Me" where she pretends to be sitting in therapy telling us about things:

"So I guess we should start with feminism. I definitely think of myself as a feminist, but... I also recognize that my boyfriend spanks me when I misbehave, which, not everyone is 'gonna like that... the optics here are... not good."

I love that she does that while lounging on the couch, with her bare legs, in a bathrobe with perhaps nothing underneath? Not a "typical" therapy session, I imagine? She's one flipped-up bathrobe away from a good bare bottomed spanking. She's one belt-tug and an un-robing away from a fully naked spanking! Does she even realize she is doing that? The little minx. I approve.

Here is her video in full. We'll discuss after you view it.

Previous to this video I had perused some others, and while I thought they were all right on, I somehow felt they were all a little preachy? Know what I mean? This one was less preachy, and so dead on with what I beleive that I had to share.

She distinguishes what she calls "spankos" from practitioners of other types of activities, such as S&M and BDSM. I feel where she's coming from. By her definition, my husband and I are both spankos (not that we have not explored those other things as well). And she does "spanko" less as the act of spanking, but more in the Domestic Discipline sense. i.e. a "spanko" may get turned on be being scolded, or sent to the corner, in a disciplinary session.

I actively dislike the term "spanko" myself. So does Jillian's partner, so I guess I'm in good company. She says it's short for "spankophile": a lover of spanking (giving or receiving). The name just sounds so silly, almost as if it was an insult and is diminishing it.

There are people who just love giving and receiving spankings without the overlay of real or acted out Domestic Discipline, and I think Jillian means to include those as well in the "spanko" term, and exclude more of the leather-clad whips and chains crowd? I don't know.

My kink is definitely Domestic Discipline, preferably employing spanking as a primary disciplinary tool (I'd be disappointed if there was no spanking involved - and would not last long in the kink). But I'm also open to other forms of discipline (corner time, line writing, ginger up the bum, public exposure of the discipline, punitive anal sex, breast punishment, pussy punishment, forced holding of enemas, diapering, mouth soapings, ...). All of that stuff, in a disciplinary context (real or acted out), excites me to the point of distraction. I think Jillian and I may be alike in that (she keeps it mostly to spankings, but has referred to figging - ginger up the butt - as something that turns her on, and I would not at all be surprised if other things from my list are shared with Jillian).

In the video she refers to another video that features this cute couple:

The woman is speaking and says:

"The dominant sets rules and expectations for the submissive to live by and there are consequences for not following the rules or not meeting those expectations."

This woman looks embarrassed to be speaking about these matters: that pillow on the lap is a good sign of that, though you can hear it in her voice as well. Her embarrassment (mirroring mine), is exciting to me.

Jillian says they are cute couple and this is pretty standard stuff for people who are kinky (like her and me). Jillian starts cringing when the woman goes on to compare what they do to "BDSM". As she is doing this, she and her partner are holding a pair of her spanking implements.

"BDSM is different because in BDSM there's an enjoyment factor. Either you enjoy getting spanked, or you enjoy spanking somebody. I don't enjoy being spanked."

Ha ha! I have some readers who take the same position. They are into "real" spanking, and they claim it's not at all kinky for them. I have the same reaction as Jillian's:

"Do you, though?
I think maybe you do [enjoy it]..."

Jillian is sensitive to not judging others and says she can't be sure what's in their heads, but then cuts to different parts of the video and says,

"...that being said, I am skeptical. First of all, this is some kinky fucking shit."

"It takes one to know one.

[whispering] I see you..."

Indeed! I feel the same. I think you can reconcile both things. I think you can find Domestic Discipline super kinky and still need it and crave it and benefit from it for real. You can definitely not enjoy your spankings while they are going on, but still be turned on by the thought of them. In fact, it falls into the standard stereotype of the woman craving to be taken-in-hand by the strong father-figure man, and boy do I have that bad! In fact, I'll bet the woman in the video Jillian refers to is wet as anything after her spanking when she's required to bend over for her post-punishment fucking (and yes, post-punishment fucking is definitely a "thing" us domesticated women have to deal with from our big strong alpha men!).

Jillian then adds,

"I don't like getting punished either, at least not in the moment. The enjoyment factor comes later, when I masturbate. I definitely like the fact that I don't like it."

Oh my gosh. Jillian and me are twinsies! I've admitted the same (many masturbation sessions after a disciplinary spanking), and been mercilessly teased for it on my blog (and thank you for that, peeps!). This is the first time I've ever heard another woman admit it. I feel her. If I'm ashamed for needing to be spanked, and ashamed of being actually spanked, I'm even more ashamed to admit I cannot resist furiously chain-masturbating to memories of it afterwards! And being ashamed, and being made to intensely feel that shame, is a huge part of my kink. It's why I get so turned on when David casually tells my parents I've been spanked - oh the shame! Oh the masturbation to the shame afterwards!

I literally masturbate to imaginary thoughts of my Husband and my Father talking about my spankings. "Please, don't tell Daddy, don't tell Daddy," I imagine thinking to myself while in the room with them. And then he does tell Daddy. And Daddy chuckles (as he does). "I'm sure she's learned her lesson," Dad tells David, imagining me bare bum across my husband's knee, feet kicking, crying my eyes out, as my bottom turns a bright shade of red, 30 minutes bare bottomed corner time after. "And I'll bet she's randy as a wildcat in the sack afterwards,' I imagine Dad says and they have a great imaginary laugh at my expense as I come from my fingers furiously strumming my clit.

Jillian goes on to explore that concept of reconciling discipline with kink, which I appreciate as I have written about it and thought about it a lot as well.

Jillian talks about what Domestic Discipline is for her. She makes the point that it involves a whole lot less "real discipline" than the fantasy version might suggest. She says she's actually only been punished for something for real once in the last six months because... she's a grown-assed woman! YES! She says we can still get spankings that tap into that "yummy disciplinary space" without actually misbehaving. I totally agree. Those hold me over. But having "real discipline" in my life, living with that thought, having had it happen a few times, knowing it can happen again, fuels those between sessions. And those sessions are roleplay sessions, where I play the naughty wife, and him the displeased husband. And it might even be for a "real thing" that is not so important. It's not real discipline, but it has many of the same characteristics, and would not be as great if we didn't have the real thing lurking behind the scenes, in my opinion anyways, and apparently Jillian's also.

Jillian then explains boundaries, and how those are healthy in a DD relationship. Boundaries over what she can and can't be spanked for, mainly. My husband and I have not really discussed that much. we mainly get it right by feel, but I think I will give it some more thought after having listened to Jillian.

There then comes an absolutely delightful part where Jillian just cannot hide her blushing embarrassment at all. She's probably like me, and gets turned on by embarrassing herself. Her shame turns me on by association! She describes a real justified spanking from her man. After describing how she misbehaved, she says,

"Did I enjoy that punishment while it was happening? I can't say that I did, no. But have I enjoyed the memory every day since then? Yeah. Yeah I have. It was twenty minutes of unpleasantness in exchange for... a lifetime of orgasms!"

"So that's an example of the sort of thing I would, and did, get punished for in my own dynamic. It works because I don't think I've [engaged in the bad behavior] since, but I don't feel the need to delude myself that this memory isn't super erotic for both of us. It is. It's hot. It's extremely hot."

She ends with

"And I think a willingness to acknowledge that all of this is sexy as hell for people like us only proves that you have the self-awareness to handle this kind of thing."

Oh yes. Can't agree more.

During the video she referenced a book she wrote about her journey, which I did not previously know about, so I got myself a copy and read it.

Get it at

Jillian is a professional Shakespeare nerd, did graduate work in it, and even had jobs acting as the Shakespeare expert for professional plays (there's a name for that job, and it's very nerdy, and I forgot what it is...). In her book she mixes in her love of Shakespeare with a memoir of the development of her spanking kink. Jillian has conversations in her head with characters from Shakespeare where she works things out, and that is described throughout.

Jillian describes how her fetish started in very early childhood. There was never a point where the thought of "spanking" did not elicit some sort of sexual feeling in her. It's one reason why she considers spanking a child to be tantamount to rape in the case the child is a spanko like her. It's an action that forcibly strikes to the center of her sexual being.

At age seventeen she meets her first love, John, who was 24 at the time and a law student drug dealer, while living on her own in Seville, Spain. John introduced her to drugs, but Jillian never got hooked and John later became more protective and insisted she not do any more. Their relationship was platonic for quite some time.

Once, when drinking with friends, John asked Jillian offhandedly, "Have you ever received a severe spanking?" Jillian says her heart stopped and she felt transparent. She had not admitted anything about her fetish to John, and was horribly embarrassed to do so. Next day she followed up, and John got the message that Jillian was likely into it, though Jillian tried hard to not admit it. They flirted around the topic without ever discussing it. Then, when they decided to finally "do it", without even discussing it in advance, John started by taking Jillian across his knee, lifting her dress, pulling down her panties, and spanking her. How romantic! (I mean that!!!!).

Jillian describes it:

If I'm honest, that first spanking, as cathartic as it was, was also a mild disappointment. It just didn't quite match my fantasies. [...] It didn't hurt as much as I wanted it to, for one. [...]. I was also disappointed that I didn't cry that night. [...] The biggest disappointment, though, was that I didn't bruise. Bruises are to kinky people - or, at least, bruises are to me - what I imagine hickeys are to vanilla teenagers. I wanted to bruise because I wanted physical proof that it had happened; I wanted confirmation that my deepest fantasy had come true.

Next morning, Jillian was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear to see John! But she got over it and they became confirmed boyfriend/girlfriend and increasingly got into a heavier D/s dynamic.

I adored it. The pain and ritual were a drug. Besides Shakespeare, kink was the only thing that could free me from the confines of my neurotic, self-conscious, insecure mind and release me into my body. Other details from the BDSM spectrum made guest appearances, but spanking was the fetish. It was the focus. And it was fun.

Spanking has some themes. Submission and dominance are two of them, of course, but there are others. Obedience. Discipline. Authority. Accountability. Respect. Punishment.

Those are good words. Someone out there, I promise you, is masturbating to that list of words right now. Wordplay is sex play. This is a verbal fetish.

Oh my gosh! I felt so exposed reading that!!!! As I was reading that list of words, before even going on to the next paragraph, I lingered on them, re-read them several times in fact, rolled them around in my brain, and felt myself starting to get wet. When I finally went on to the next paragraph I felt completely naked in public! Jillian saw into my soul...

"The harder I spank you the wetter you get," John told me once, when I was inelegantly draped over his knee.

I resemble that remark. That's another hyper-embarrassing thing about my spankings, that I actually get quite wet during them, and the harder the spanking the wetter I get. In my book, Julie's Spankings, I wrote a scene where I was spanked by my husband in front of strangers, and a young woman disdainfully pointed out to the others how wet I was... embarrassing fantasy fodder for me.

We found lines the wrong way: by crossing them. [...] My boyfriend had spanked me bloody [with a belt]. And I was thrilled. 

Of course now Jillian represents herself as the scion of safe, sane, consensual and all that, and seems awfully scoldy towards others who behaved exactly like herself. It crystalized for me that while I completely and totally agree with everything around safety and consent that Jillian preaches now, that I wish she would give it a bit of a rest, you know? Because sometimes being irresponsible is hot as hell.

We still weren't having sex, but every moment was sexual. To his credit, John almost never pressured or rushed me, despite the fact that our atypical relationship dynamic and the age difference between us empowered him to do so. He controlled when and how we played with pain; I controlled, for the most part, when and how we experimented with pleasure. And along the way, sex did happen: first I gave him my anal virginity [...]. We didn't have lube, so John made do with spit and sunscreen, and that was my first time.

Oh my gosh again, how crazy sexy romantic is that???? It is to me, anyways.

Domestic discipline was definitely part of their dynamic. When John was working as a 25-year-old para-legal and Jillian was an 18-year-old teenager who had a problem with tardiness.

"We're going home," he growled, as he dragged me down a busy Barcelona street [...]. "I'm going to spank you until you learn to be more considerate of my time."

Jillian admitted to being sometimes deliberately late to earn a spanking, but this time she had not planned it, and so the spanking was more disciplinary.

I argued, complained, bargained, negotiated, and did everything a submissive wasn't "supposed" to do. I couldn't help myself. Spankings hurt. I craved and fantasized about them, but I also feared them.

I felt so validated reading that. I feel exactly the same way, but I didn't think anybody ever beleived me. But it's true. See? Jillian says so too!

"Bend over the end of that sofa," he said. "And don't you dare test me on this one." Then he left the room [...].

While he was gone, I did what I'd been told. I bent over the arm of the sofa, rested my elbows and forearms on the cushion, and dropped into the arch of my back. I loved this position. It made me feel sexy.

John walked back into the room, rolling up his sleeves.

Oh my gosh! Talk about goosebumps?!? Jillian goes on to describe a very long and very intense punishment at John's hands. I masturbated to the thought of it... you NEED to buy this book!!!!!

As with most romances at such a young age, Jillian and John split up. Jillian found herself back in the states and in university, and found a new love interest, coincidentally, a David (my husband's name).

So when I returned to campus and ran into David, that handsome new guy in my Shakespeare club, outside the athletic center one afternoon, I knew exactly how I wanted to flirt with him.

"Nice belt," I teased, pointing at the red canvas accessory around his jeans.

"I have a leather one, too," David replied.

As it turns out, David is in fact not kinky. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. However, he became Jillian's great love nonetheless, and a lot of the rest of the book is about the ups and downs of them trying to reconcile that gap.

One of the more moving passages for me, was Jillian describing her love at first sight with David.

Aristophenes, in his theory of love from the Symposium, wrote that in the miraculous event that a person finds his or her other half -- the same half she was ripped away from when the gods split every essence into two bodies -- she knows it. "When one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself... that pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment," Aristophenes argued. "These are the people who pass their whole lives together, and yet they could not explain what they desire of one another."
So sweet. I feel that way with my David as well...

Jillian was still too embarrassed to broach her kink directly with David. She mentioned it instead to a mutual male friend in the expectation he would pass it on. How she thought that was any better...? At any rate, she was an utter disaster at communicating to David her wants and her needs, and she said it took her more than six years to really even broach the subject properly.

Jillian basically mostly hid her kink, but she eventually wrote a six-page letter to David "coming out" as a spanko. Jillian published her essay in the Modern Love column of the New York Times, with David's encouragement. The essay was called Finding the Courage to Reveal a Fetish. Here's an excerpt:

But David, it turned out, is “vanilla” — the word the spanking community uses to describe people who don’t share our quirk. I was disappointed, but it was too late: I had already fallen in love with him.

My dilemma was clear: how could I describe my desires to David when I could hardly confess them to myself? Spanking fetishists don’t have a tradition of coming out. The comparisons to child abuse and spousal battery are inevitable, upsetting and often impossible to dispel, so it’s easiest to keep our interest private.

Even popular books and movies link erotic spanking to severe psychological trauma. In “Fifty Shades of Grey,” Christian Grey’s passion for erotic pain is a result of extreme childhood abuse. The 2002 film “Secretary” suggests that the main character’s spanking obsession is merely a preferable alternative to self-mutilation.

So what is a nice girl (who also happens to love being spanked) supposed to think? More pressingly, what is she supposed to say to her brand-new boyfriend?

At 20, I confronted the situation indirectly; I went to a college party, steeled my nerves with cocktails, and breezily told David’s roommate that I was “kind of into S & M.” It worked. A few nights later, David asked, “Are you, like, into pain?”

“Um,” I said, blushing. “Yes?”

It wasn’t quite true. I’m not into pain; I’m into being spanked. But it seemed like a safe first step.

As I read that I cringe inside. My husband took years to announce to me his spanking fetish. When he finally did, I tried it, and it turned out I was into it as well. But I'm not a vanilla (obvi!) so I think it's different. It must be so tough, like trying to explain colours to a colourblind person.

So when David heard I was “kind of into S & M,” he interpreted the code exactly how I had expected: from time to time, he spanked me during sex.

This was a step in the right direction, but it wasn’t the whole story. While there is a strong erotic element to my kink, sex is merely a side dish to the more absorbing entree of the spanking itself.

Jillian attempted to explain herself. Explain this kink to her David, but found little success, even with the essay, which failed to be properly prescriptive in my opinion (suitable for the NYT article, not so much for guiding your partner). It did not help that they were in a long distance relationship, and he was extremely busy and constantly tired from his medical career.

For a while, Jillian flirted openly with the idea of getting a spanking from an online friend. In the end she held back and tried again to make it work with David.

With encouragement from a girlfriend, Jillian finally decided to attempt to teach David what he needed to know very explicitly. She gave him his first lesson, about the pain scale, pain tolerance, her limits, and where she needed to be taken, while in the shower. She hints that at the end of his lesson, he received a blowjob, with no more than the following:

I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth.

"Thanks Jilly," David breathed happily. "Your turn!"

He picked me up off my knees and dropped me on the bed.

Ha ha! She is never so crass as to mention the actual act that is implied.

I shook my head.

"Nope," I teased. "I don't want sex. You know what I want."

David rolled his eyes.

"We can do both," he pointed out.

I shook my head again.

"Nope, nope, nope," I insisted. "Spanking isn't a side dish to sex for me. I want you to really understand that it satisfies me fully. And today, it's all I want."

I rolled onto my stomach. David started spanking me.

"This is really all you need?" David asked. "It's enough?"

"Mmmmm-hmm," I murmured into the pillow.

"But you come so easily," he mused.

I turned my head to the side to make eye contact with him.

"And what do you think I'm thinking about during every orgasm?"

David laughed.

I didn't. I was dead serious.

David raised his eyebrows.

"Every time?" he asked.

"Every. Single. Time."

Such an important point. I feel the same way. I am always thinking of something in the Dominant/Submissive realm when I am receiving or giving sex, and I think it may well be the only way I can orgasm nowadays.

Jillian goes on to teach him to use implements and instruct him better on her pain threshold.

"Ow!" I laughed into a pillow, weeks later. (We spread these "seminars" out over a period of months.) David had just hit me hard - very hard - with a wooden hairbrush.

"What number was that?" he asked.

"A six?" I suggested. We were measuring the intesity of different strokes with scientific meticulousness: it could only have been David's idea.

"Okay," David noted, with professionalism. "So this one hurts more than the belt."

I nodded.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"You have a crazy pain tolerance, Jilly," he observed. "How do I push you past a six?"

I giggled over a flutter of nerves.

"Hit me that hard, but don't stop," I admitted. "Just lay into me."

David nodded.

"Got it," he said. Soon after, we achieved a nine.

After that, Jillian introduced David to the concept of scolding her, and mixing that in with her spankings. Jillian eventually showed David the type of literary porn she was into: nerdy fan fiction type stuff that he laughed at. He showed her his video porn, which was a girl doing a guy while another guy watched. Jillian thought it very mainstream. David had to explain,

"No, you don't understand," he said. "That means the man she's with right now isn't her husband."

I squeezed David's hand.

"It's a fantasy, honey," I reassured him.

He squinted at the screen.

"But I like this type of scenario," he said, in a tone of voice I recognized. "I really like it."

I blinked.

"David," i asked. "What are you...?"

He scrunched his lips together.

"I'm not sure," David said, his eyes fixed on his screen. "But the truth is, I find the thought of you over someone else's knee incredibly..."

We turned to look at each other.


Soon after, David learned to spank Jillian for real when she misbehaved. And soon after that, they were married. From that last passage I quoted, I am imagining that Jillian is trying to tell us, in her understated way, that she is now being spanked by more than just her husband? I have no confirmation of this, but I hope so!

Do go check out Jillian's youtube videos, buy her book, and subscribe to her Patreon. And let me know what you think of Jillian's work!

Friday, September 10

Spanked by my Old Boss!

As I first recounted back in April in Yikes! outed... And  Former Junior Manager to be Spanked by her EVP!, I had decided (and was excited) to receive a spanking from an old mentor and executive at a company where I was a Junior Manager. He had recognized me from my blog and reached out gently. Knowing my kinks (very intimately from my blog), he suggested the possibility of a naughty extra-marital tryst. He was a father-figure to me whom I admired tremendously, and was always the perfect gentleman at work and in close quarters, and I became very turned on at the thought of him spanking me.

We were going to do it after lockdown was over in June, but then lockdown dragged on in Ontario and pushed into July and August when he was summering away from the city, and so we decided to do it in September. It all came together Tuesday afternoon, and I am still tingling from the experience!

I received the following end of August (I shall call him "Alistair Stevens" - that is not his real name, so apologies to any real Alistair Stevens out there!)

Hi Julie,

I'll be back in Toronto the week of Sep. 6 and I remain excited about our "date" if you are still game. I can make any weekday afternoon Sep 7-16 at 4pm-6pm. I shall dress the part of the senior executive and bring the Champagne and caviar. Can you possibly book us a suite using your credit card, as my wife would be suspicious if she saw the charge on mine (I shall of course reimburse you with interest - don't worry about the cost).


Yums! I guess his wife has access to his credit card. Ha ha. Big bad Dom. I was not at all concerned about being repaid. He is quite loaded. I went to research some hotel rooms and found plenty of availability. I booked us into the best suite I could find in downtown Toronto and replied:

Hi Alistair,

Oh dear... I am left slightly speechless, slightly tail between my legs... but I will commit to a follow through on my original offer. I've booked us into a suite at XXXXX for Tue, Sep 7 (just under $1000 tax included, can cancel before Sep 5 - is that ok?). What shall I wear?


I was actually very much looking forward to it, but thought I would "roleplay" by appearing a bit reluctant. He wrote back, indicating he was on to me.

Hi Julie, 

It'll be fun seeing you with your tail between your legs... 😉

That room sounds fine.

As to what you should wear... A nice skirt or a short dress. Fuller cut panties. A bra will not be needed. The skirt will be raised. The panties will be lowered. The top will come off. All in due time.

Looking forward to it,


Ha ha! He called my bluff on the roleplay. Something sexy about having my "tail between my legs", whatever that means, and him seeing it. He also used that emoji in his response. Not a complete fossil, obviously. I wrote back something that might throw him a bit off-balance.

Ha! I will be keeping my top on, but lowered panties sounds like fun :)

We had previously negotiated boundaries in which I said full nudity was ok. I was now thinking it would be more sexy to not be totally nude, more domestic discipliny, more "Daddy-daughter", to be spanked not completely naked.

Lady's choice, though you may regret it? More time to spank you without other distractions.

Mmmm. I liked that. No whining about boundary changes. Seeing the silver lining. I'd show him my tits, but I'd do it my way. At one point we had contemplated me spanking him as well, but I wasn't feeling it, so I decided not to mention it. If he asked for it, or the dynamic went that way, different story.

The evening before I sent him a little encouraging reminder.

I've been giddy all day! See you tomorrow at 4pm. I'll email the room number after I check in around 3pm or so.

He replied that he was very much looking forward as well, and would see me then.

I went over it with David one more time, confirming he was fine with it. He was positively encouraging, and insisted I give him, and all you blog readers, the complete rundown. David does not have a jealous bone in his body, and encourages me constantly to explore. Is that not cool? He is even cool with me not reciprocating (I would never allow him to be with another woman without me present and guiding the action!!! It's all about our respective insecurities, not about "fairness" in any other sense).

The day of I packed a little bag with some essentials (including toys) and drove downtown arriving just after 3pm and dropped my car off with the valet parking. I felt a bit like a movie star! I went to check-in. 

They confirmed the reservation was for 2 people, in a premium suite. I told them "my uncle" would be joining me in an hour or so. I felt like such a high-end hooker! The elegant young lady checking me in (she could have been a model) did not bat an eyelash. They insisted on having a bellboy take me up and show me the room. I tipped him a $20. I hope that was not too cheap???

I immediately emailed Alistair with the room number and told him I would meet him in the lobby at 4pm, as the elevators required a card key to access the floor. I received a confirmation back quickly.

The suite was nice. A big sitting area with a black leather couch and two matching chairs in front of a glass coffee table, and a desk off to the side. Beautiful high-up city view. The bedroom had a big king-sized bed. I liked it because it was not too high off the floor. A nice spanking height. There was a spacious marble bathroom with heated floors and a big walk-in shower with multiple spray heads, and a deep-soaking bathtub. I would be using that later!

I decided the bedroom would be our play area. I laid out my toys. I put down my wireless Hitachi-style vibrator, my big dildo (the one I use on myself), lube, latex gloves, and condoms. I kept the hairbrush in my bag, along with my strap-on dildo, and kept it hidden away. I'd bring it out if he wanted a "Strict Julie" experience.

I freshened up a bit and went down to the lobby bar and ordered a cocktail. I was nervous! I had on a thigh-length red dress with a pink slip underneath, full cut pink panties, no bra, strappy stiletto heels.

Alistair showed up right on time in the lobby, and I recognized him immediately. He's just over 6 feet tall, quite trim, and was wearing a lovely grey suit with a pale grey striped shirt, his hair is short and silver-coloured. He was carrying a little black bag that looked like it was a leftover from some conference. I waved at him and he came over. I stood and we gave each other a hug and said how nice it was to see one another. I told him that if anybody asked, he was my "Uncle Alistair".

He laughed.

He sat and we made a little bit of smalltalk, just catching up on where we were both at.

At one point he said, "I was so excited when I discovered your blog. I never would have dreamed."

"And I would never have dreamed you were the sort of gentleman who took an interest in such things," I replied.

"Touché," he said.

"Let's go up," I said to him.

At this point he squared up with me, took my two hands in his, and said "are you 100% sure you want to do this? You can back out anytime. Anytime at all. I'll cover all the expenses regardless, of course, and your secret will always be safe with me."

"I am 100% sure I want to do this," I confirmed with him. "I'm excited to do it, and my husband is excited to have me do it. May I blog about every little detail?"

"Of course," he said, "I'd expect nothing less."

"Let's do it!" I said.

We interlocked arms and headed towards the elevators. We had to pass by the front desk on the way, and I glanced over at the young woman who had checked me in. So naughty. I was going up the elevator to get a spanking from a man literally old enough to be my father!

When we were alone in the elevator he asked, with a wink, "do they really think I'm your uncle?"

"No, I'm pretty sure they think I'm a high-end sex worker," I answered honestly.

"In that case I better put you to work," Alistair said and smacked my bottom! So it was going to be like that, was it?

We went into the suite, and I flipped the privacy setting to "Do Not Disturb".

Alistair produced out of his bag a bottle of vintage Dom PĂ©rignon Champagne, a small tin of Beluga caviar, a little thin white bread, and some crĂšme fraĂźche. He apologized for not having any blinis.

As he was doing that, I excused myself. I went to the bedroom. I took off my dress and and my heels, and I was left in my little pink slip. Like this.

 I went back into the living room, dressed in just my slip with my panties under.

"I thought you should spank me in this," I told him as I went right up to him. I knew what I was doing. Perhaps I was taking a bit of initiative? He glanced down my front and could completely see my bare breasts.

He laughed a big "Ha! What happened to your 'no bare breasts' boundary???"

"I just thought it would be better if it was a sort of Uncle and Niece sort of thing, and I shouldn't be completely bare for that, but if something slips out, well that can't be helped..."

He mock-scolded me in response: "You are NOT very good at 'boundaries'. That's more a 'want', or a 'desire', hardly a 'boundary'. In fact, the majority of your 'boundaries' are really wants and desires."

"What? Am I doing it wrong?" I asked coquettishly.

"Yes, you are," he laughed. "If you want something, you ask for it, you don't set a 'boundary'."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, looking down at my feet. That thrilled me to say that! He really was a Daddy figure. Exactly as old as my real Dad, and at one point wielding as much benevolent authority over me. Suddenly I felt a bit self-conscious, with my breasts on display to Daddy at the slightest motion.

"I can put the dress back on if you'd prefer to spank me in that," I said.

"That won't be necessary, the slip will do fine," he said.

I sat down and he stared down my top appreciatively as I did so. Oopsy!

We both sat and we both ate and drank. It was all outstandingly delicious! It was soooo decadent! We talked about the food and the drink, but the topic turned to kinky sexy things pretty quickly.

At one point he segued into a discussion of our scene: "so, I know from reading your blog the sort of spanking you describe that turns you on. With the bare hand and pretty hard? Is that accurate, or were you exaggerating how hard you like it?"

Oh gosh, the moment of truth. "I do like it hard like that, Sir."

I thought it appropriate to "Sir" him at that point.

"Well in that case that's exactly what you're going to get. Very hard, and very long, right across my knee."

"Yes Sir." (I felt myself hyperventilating a bit!). But then it occurred to me he might be turned on by my calling him something different, or turned off with my using "Sir". So I asked: "Do you want me to call you something special, like 'Master' or 'Sir' or 'Daddy'?"

"No. Alistair will do fine, or whatever comes to you."

"Yes, Alistair," I said. I called him by his first name when I was working with him, at his request, which felt a bit uncomfortable at the time.

"You have your yellow and red safewords, right?"

"Yes, Alistair."

"And what are your boundaries, really?"

"You can take my panties down, and you can touch me on my pussy with your hand, not deep inside, ok?"

"Very good. That's a proper 'boundary'. Good girl. What else?"

I like when "Daddy" calls me a "good girl".

"I brought my Hitachi. Maybe you can use that on me afterwards?"

"Ok, that's not a boundary. That's a request."

"Yes Sir," I said. "And there's, ummm, latex gloves. Maybe you can finger my bottom hole, you can go deep in, when you're using the Hitachi on me, if you have a glove on?"

"Ok. Half a request, half a boundary."

"And ummm, I brought a dildo. If I ask you to at a certain point, can you put that inside my pussy?"

"Ok. I'll wait for you to ask for that."

"Thank you Alistair," I said.

By this point I could see a distinct bulge in his suit trousers. I reached over and put my hand on his bulge and squeezed as I looked right into his eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens!" I said in a mock surprised voice.

There was champagne left in the bottle, so I put it into the fridge and told Alistair he may need to dribble it down my hot ass after he was finished with me to cool me down. He agreed that may be needed, and that it would be extra decadent (considering the cost of the bottle, I supposed!)

"Shall we?" I asked.

He took me by my hand and he led me into the bedroom. I felt like such a little girl, going for her spanking. It was so strange having this much older man do this to me. A bit of a dream come true.

He sat on the side of the bed and he pulled me up and over and across his lap. I was resting comfortably across his lap with my feet, legs, and chest all supported. He smoothed down my silky slip with his hand across my ass, and began gently spanking me all over my bottom.

Mmmm... it was nice. I love being supported like that all over, with just my bum elevated for the gentelman's attention.

He picked up a bit on the roleplay we had previously discussed: "So, young lady, you've been very naughty publishing that blog of yours for all those years, showing the world what a dirty girl you are. Showing naked pictures of yourself even. Had that come to light when you were still working for me, I'd have made quite an example of you. A good hard spanking followed by a firing."

"Yes Sir, I would have deserved it."

He started spanking the seat of my slip harder, so I could feel it. A real spanking. I could already tell he had a hard hand, like my David's. He paused and rubbed my ass through my slip. He smoothed it down again. He started using his hand more gently on the backs of my thighs, wrapping his fingers towards the insides of my thighs. He parted my legs a couple of inches to allow better inner-thigh access, and spanked me there.

"Oh!" I exclaimed as he stung me like that.

He stopped doing that and then he began raising my slip first the back, exposing my full cut panties, then reaching under a bit and pulling the front up towards my tummy as well. He adjusted my panties taut up against me, stroked my panty-covered bottom, and then began spanking me across the seat of my panties.

Oh my gosh, it was embarrassing having my slip raised like that! I didn't think I could feel embarrassment at an action like that, but I did. He followed the same pattern, spanking harder and harder until I was feeling as if I was being truly punished despite the panties. He also made the occasional foray down the backs and insides of my thighs, though never staying there long this time.

Even with my panties up, there was bare skin just above the thigh crease at the sit spots, and he started concentrating my spanking there. Again, increasing and increasing in intensity, and then backing off and rubbing a bit and then starting in again. He had much more variation than David, and I liked it.

Still plenty of bare flesh to spank, even with my panties up!

Not satisfied with the limits of his "canvas", he then gathered the material of my panty in his hand and bunched it up and pulled it up into my ass crack. "Oh!" I said as he pulled it up into and against my pussy and my anus. I wriggled a bit like a fish on a hook as he pulled up and spanked now all over my ass.

"I have a bit of a wedgie fetish," he told me as he pulled harder and harder up on my panty. This was why he specified a full cut panty! He not only held it there, but he relaxed and pulled it alternately, sawing at my poor bum bum hole and little miss puss puss!

"Oh! Eee! Aahh! Eeek!" I said as he did that, but I was not yellowing out. I was perversely enjoying it a bit. Enjoying the humiliation of my hard-wedgied predicament.

Encouraged I suppose, he reached under me from behind and between my legs. He bundled the material tighter and worked it into my pussy, pulling up and out on my outer lips with his fingers! "Yeeep!" I said, the first time he touched a pussy lip. I'm sensitive there and was not expecting the attention all of a sudden. He thoroughly tugged on my exposed pussy lips making sure the panty was well buried.

It definitely fully cleared my labia majora and I could feel it even working past my labia minora! When it was all up and in like that, He again pulled up hard and continued my spanking as I wriggled away in a vane attempt to get some pussy or anal relief!

His spanking got harder, and harder, and harder as he held me there like that. I was determined to let him have his fun at my expense, and was determined to be open to the experience, so I did some Lamaze-style breathing as the pain of the spanking became ever more intense. Sensing I was at my limit, he eased off.

"That's up in there pretty tight, isn't it?" 

"Yes Sir!"

"This was always a fantasy of mine, to do this to a young lady. How gracious of you to submit to it."

"Thank you Sir!" I yelled out, trying to be a good submissive to him. I mean, if this was his life's ambition, I was happy to be of service, despite the chafing. Kinky people are weird, and I love them!

"Let's try to peel these out, shall we?" He said as he began working my panty down and pulling them out from between my pussy lips and my ass crack. He got them out and off completely and dropped them to the floor. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and put it between my knees, which kept my legs spread slightly. He started spanking my completely bare bottom. I was very acutely aware of the anal/vaginal show I was putting on for him as he spanked me, especially as he did not hesitate to spread my cheeks widely to "get in there better."

I imagine this was Mr. Stevens' view...

He spanked inside my ass cleft adjacent my anus, and inside my high upper thighs, adjacent my pussy. He was "careless" with his fingertips, and allowed them to whip onto both my bottom hole and my vaginal lips. I bucked and writhed as his fingertips whipped my most sensitive girl flesh. He also did not hesitate to pull wide with one hand and spank directly onto my anal/vaginal area as well. This was a very raunchy spanking for Daddy's little girl! I was totally exposed to him, totally open to him. All the most closely guarded secrets of my womanhood, I no longer had any secrets from Mr. Stevens.

He wrapped his left hand around me, using it to compress my bottom cheeks together. He then used his right hand to give me a more traditional, by now very hard, lower cheek spanking. Again I audibly inhaled and exhaled forcefully as he intensified my spanking. I don't know if he wanted me to cry, or wanted me to beg, but I just wanted the intensity of the experience and just accepted it. David can make me cry with a well-earned spanking, but somehow not Alistair. I think it's more emotional with David, more physical with Alistair.

He backed off and said, "you can take quite a hard spanking, young lady." I thanked him for the compliment.

He put me off his knee and I thought we were done, but then he turned me and made me straddle his left knee. He was hoping to get me off this way, as he had learned from reading my blog, I supposed.

He spanked more gently and I tried writhing against his leg, but it just was not happening for me, and I just was not feeling it. I decided a little "topping from the bottom" was called for: "Excuse  me Alistair, it's not hitting quite right. Maybe if you put the Hitachi under me?"

"Delighted to," he said and leaned over and took it from the bedside table.

This version of the iconic vibrator is wireless rechargeable, and has more than sufficient power for even a girl like me. I keep it at low, in fact, and indicated that to Alistair as he tested it out.

He put it on his thigh, pushed it against me, and I hiked up a little, mounted it, and started grinding into it. I couldn't keep it just where I wanted, and it was too uncomfortable directly on it, so I used my right hand to grab it by the vibrating knob and push it into myself at just the right spot. This freed up Alistair so that he could spank me as I was grinding his knee and vibing my clit. Alistair started spanking more intensely as he noticed that the harder the smacks, the hotter I seemed to get. I started yelling out, in my throes, and when my orgasm was imminent I cried out, "Please Sir! May I come????"

He chucked and said, "you may" as he continued spanking me right into my orgasm, throughout my orgasm, and then went to soft strokes on the other side of my orgasm. I came very noisily and intensely straddling his knee like that, getting very, very, hard smacks to my ass. I barely noticed, except insofar as the hard spanking from the older gentleman got me off. I felt like such a little pain slut.

He raised me up from his knee and I turned and sat on his lap. I gave him a big kiss on his lips. One of my tits fell out and I just left it like that.

"Did you enjoy that?" Alistair asked me.

I was worried he thought it may be over (guys think that way), so I replied, "I did, but you know, physiologically, I'm capable of having at least three orgasms..."

"Oh, you are, are you?" he said with another chuckle. I seemed to do nothing but amuse him with my sexual responsiveness and complete sluttery throughout the experience. "I might have to punish you, though, for all your topping from the bottom."

"That's fair, Sir," I said, actually wanting more spanking.

"I think I'll give you a taste of the belt..."

Ooooooh. Did I want a belting from Mr. Stevens??? I rolled it around. Maybe yes, but maybe not too many strokes.

"How many strokes, Sir?" I asked him.

"How many do you deserve?"

"Why don't you think of a number, and I think of a number, and we'll both say our numbers on the count of three?"


"1... 2... 3!"

Him: 18

Me: 5

"Five?" he said incredulously, "I'll barely get started with five. Tell you what, well split the difference with 12."

I guess in my sexed up state "math" was not working well for me.

"Wait... isn't halfway more like 8?"

"No, 5 plus 18, divide by two, 11.5, rounds up to 12."

"Oh... yeah..." I'm normally good at numbers, I swear! What was I thinking with 5? Well, I was wanting a smaller number because based on how hard he used his hand on me, I was not sure I wanted a belting from him. So I thought 5 hard ones would be more than enough. Also, I suspected it might be a bit of a negotiation and thought he might go for 10 and we'd settle for 8. Maybe that's why the 8 was in my head? At any rate, "negotiation" was done.

"Lie face down on the bed and put a couple of pillows under your hips."

I did so. He came over and made a show of raising my slip, baring my bottom. I elevated my bottom submissively so he could slide my slip up higher. I settled back down and he went to my side.

"Look at me," he said.

I turned my head towards his side of the bed. By this point in the proceedings he had his suit jacket off (he never had a tie on to begin with). He slowly and deliberately unbuckled his belt and slid it out from around his waist, through the belt loops. He doubled it up and snapped it in the air. I was transfixed by the sight. I was scared! I was excited! Uncle Alistair was spanking me with his belt! Daddy was spanking me with his belt!! My old boss was spanking me with his belt!!! I was going to be belt whipped!!!!

He put his left knee up on the bed and rested his left hand on my lower back. He raised the belt and smacked it down across the fleshiest part of my ass cheeks. I appreciated that he did not wrap around at all, but that the stingy end fell directly on my ass cheek.

The first one was quite bearable. I wiggled in pleasure.

"Should I count, or will you?" I asked.

"I'll count in my head," he said.

The next stroke was a bit harder. I melted into it. Seeing my acceptance, he started ramping up the strength. The blows became harder and harder, but none as bad as all that I had made it out to be. I did not bother counting myself, and lost track, but it was soon over, with some very hard strikes thrown in the middle there, and hardest of all at the very end. I went back into my "Lamaze Breathing" during the worst of it, but enjoyed my strapping. Naughty girls who top from the bottom get the strap.

"Stay there," he commanded as he threw his belt down beside me and went to the bedside table where he pulled on a latex glove and got the lube. He came back to me with the vibrator. He switched it on and placed it between my legs. I immediately reached under and grabbed it and pushed it up against my pussy. He then lubed his finger and my bottom hole, and inserted his finger in.

"You're very tight," he told me. I know I am! And oh my gosh, I'm being finger fucked in my ass by a man literally the age of my father! The finger felt nice in there and I was starting to feel it. I thought he was being a bit aggressive with the "fucking" motion and asked him to please just hold it in there rather that moving it in and out and he complied right away. I'm not shy to say what I like! I crested towards my second orgasm with his finger lodged deeply up my ass. "Please my I cum!?" I asked him again.

"You may," he said, and I came for the second time.

"Three times, eh?" he asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Do you want the dildo in your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes please! Or you can use your finger," I decided on the spot.

He eschewed my dildo, changed gloves and used a bit more lube, and started exploring my pussy all over with his fingers. I again pushed the vibe up against my clit as he circled the entrance. Eventually he pushed his fingers in and curled them back to hit my G-Spot. Mmmmmm...

He spanked me with his free hand until I again worked myself up and had my third orgasm (after again asking for, and receiving, permission): a perfect trifecta!

As I was coming down from it he said, "you're insatiable" and slapped my bare ass. Oooh! "Stay there, I'll get the champagne to cool you down," he said.

I just lay there on the bed. He came back with the bottle of Champagne and gave it to me to have a swig. He also had a small towel and a baggie of ice. He used the towel to clean me up of lube and my own discharges. "Thank you," I said meekly as he cleaned me.

He lay there next to me and used the bag of ice to cool my butt. Mmmmmmm. I gave him back the bottle so he could have a swig as well. He looked like James Bond in his suit and swigging back a bottle of Dom PĂ©rignon, idly playing with an almost naked and well-satisfied woman he had just conquered.

At one point some ice either fell out or he took it out and it got a bit cooler. He took pieces and rubbed them along my bumhole and pussy lips, and he stuck a little piece of ice up into my pussy. I melted it quickly! I reached back and rubbed my butt and it felt a bit raised and "leathery" almost?

We spent a bit of time just like that talking about the experience and various other interesting and sexy thoughts that came to us on the nature of men and women and dominance and submission, and some experiences of his and of mine. The time passed too fast and it became time for him to leave. I suddenly thought I should likely not leave him sexually frustrated.

"Would you like me to get you off somehow, or you can masturbate while I watch?" I asked him.

"No, no, that won't be necessary. Trust me, I'll be masturbating many many times thinking back on this," he said. "Besides, masturbating like that is something a bit submissive which I'm not at all feeling right now. Maybe if I jammed my cock down your throat?"

I opened my mouth in a big O.

"Boundaries, young lady!" he scolded me, came up to me, and gave me a kiss. I got up and the slip fell back into place. He gathered all of his stuff and headed to the door. We exchanged some more kisses and thanked each other for the experience.

"You're a wonderful submissive."

"Thank you! In what way?" I was curious what he liked most.

"How you accepted such a hard spanking, how sexually responsive you are, how you asked me permission to come..."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, feeling myself beaming, happy to have served.

"The room is about $1000, right?" he confirmed with me on the way out.

"yes sir".

"Here," he said, and passed me an envelope of cash. "That will cover plus a bit extra," he said.

I'm not a whore (oh perish the thought!), but I didn't mind taking a bit "extra". Tee hee!

When he left I opened the envelope. There was not only the $1000 to cover the room, there was an "extra" $3000!!!!! All in crisp $100 bills.

Holy shit! I guess I am a "high class" whore! It felt... good! But, I mean, holy shit!?!

I made good use of the lovely bathroom and had a nice long hot shower, and slowly, as if in a dream, got myself dressed and packed up and then said goodbye to my lovely suite.

Still feeling a bit "whoreish", I thought, "what the hell" and went right up to the reception, same lady still, and told her I'm checking out. Once again, she did not bat an eyelash, just checked me out, no questions asked. And was very pleasant. I left it on my credit card rather than handing her a wad of $100's, which might have been "too much", right?

So am I a "whore" now? Not legally, I suppose, as it was a gift, not an exchange. But somehow Alistair had whored me, right? I had accepted his gift, not insisted he take it back. Am I his sugar baby? It's messing with my head a little, in the right way. I find it sexy to be a whore. I have not told David about this part yet. Too embarrassed! He may read it here. Will I get a spanking for allowing myself to be a whore? I should probably be spanked by him anyways, to remind me to whom I belong.

What if Alistair wants to do it again? Even if nothing is said about money, I will now have an expectation of a gift, and it can't be otherwise. After my spanking will I spread my legs for him and consummate my whoredom? Or will I be a cheap whore, bend over, and welcome his cock into my ass? Just some idle thoughts...

So all in all, an amazing and terribly naughty experience for me. What do you guys think?