Doing the Laundry

My husband and I are now in our forties (him more than me), and our sex drives have crossed over. I got used to, in my teens, twenties, and thirties, to being an object of desire and constantly fending off boys and men my age. Now I'm monogamous and have a higher sex drive than him, and am reduced to literally begging him for partner sex. So humiliating.

And it's not just for now. Its forever! It's so unfair. He seems to be getting more and more handsome and exciting to me with age (Daddy fetish), and I know I'm getting less and less desirable with age. That's not being self-deprecating, it's just true. I would not be able to compete sexually for men with me at twenty. So as he peaks in desirability and attractiveness, and as his sex drive drops; and I decline in sexual desirability, yet my sex drive peaks; I am more and more at his sexual mercy. Bummer.

I have been doing a lot of masturbation lately, but the other day I spied him looking handsome and rugged, doing a manly activity, and felt a little gush in my panties and tingle in my pussy. I wanted his cock in me, and his mouth on me.

So I told myself, ok, I need to make an effort. That evening I bathed with my nicest bubble bath (he likes the smell). Then I dressed in virginal white stockings, garter belt, silky panties, pretty bra, and high heels. I went to him where he was watching TV and just stood there, off a bit to his side, eyes downcast, and just waited submissively hoping he would be filled with desire and lustily fuck me! He looked over at me, smirked a little, and turned back to his show. I could see he checked "time remaining", which was about 8 minutes or so.

"excuse me..." I said softly.

"Shhh! Stay!" He said, without even looking back at me. My face blushed hot. I felt ridiculous, teetering on my heels, calves stretched, ass pushed out, feeling a little chilly wearing nothing but my "sexy" (supposedly!) lingerie. Then he hushes me and tells me to "stay", like a dog. I got a bit angry also. I considered storming off. He can't treat me like this! But I also realized he was playing a dominance game with me, so I just stood there, blushing hotly, and took it, as I was meant to: a pet awaiting its treat.

Is there any better proxy for the decline in my sexual attractiveness and his libido then that he made me stand there in humiliation for 8 minutes? Preferring his TV show over ravishing me on the spot? I felt myself ridiculous, and viscerally felt the shift in sexual power in our relationship. I had become the supplicant, and he the decider as to if and when I would receive the sex I craved.

He made me wait there for the full, long, 8 minutes of his show. When the episode ended he paused it and turned to me and said, "have you something you want to ask me?"

"May I have sex please, Sir?"

"Are you horny?" He asked me, unnecessarily.

"Yes Sir."

"Come over here. Lower your panties. Let's have a look."

I blushed anew, went to right beside where he was seated, and lowered my panties, exposing my pussy to him. He licked his fingertips, rubbed my pussy, and slipped his fingers inside.

"Ohhhh..." I moaned as my knees buckled a little and a flush of shame washed over me.

"Your vagina feels very wet inside."

"Yes Sir."

"You know, that at your age, it's utterly ridiculous that you work yourself up like this and then embarrass yourself begging for sex. Where's your fucking dignity?"

"I'm sorry Sir," I say practically in tears from his harsh, but true, words.

"Get across my knee. You're getting a spanking for behaving like such a whore."

"Yes Sir!"

He moved to the center of the couch and I draped myself across his knee. He took my heels off and then took my panties off my legs. I always dress with panties over garter belt for ease of access.

"This getup looks utterly ridiculous on you. It's intended for a much younger woman, maybe on her honeymoon. You have no business, at your age, wearing nonsense like this."

"I'm sorry Sir! I was trying to be sexy for you..."

"Well act and dress your age. And what the hell is this?" He asked as he spread my ass cheeks and put his fingers down between my pussy. "Is this fucking constant with you? Do you walk around in the streets with a wet fucking pussy?"

"I can't help it!" I cried out as I almost involuntarily parted my legs a bit to allow him better access.

"Shameless!" he said and spanked my ass. "Remember why you're getting this spanking."

"Because I'm a slut, sir?"

"You're not a 'slut', but you're sure dressing like one and acting like one. I'll not have my wife dressing like a whore around this house."

"But I need it, sir, so bad!"

"The only thing you need is a damned good spanking!"

He started in giving me my spanking. His large, strong hand felt very hard as he spanked me with his usual pattern, left cheek, right cheek, middle.

I'm sure my ass was very well-framed with my stockings and garter, which I hoped turned him on, despite the disgust in me he was feeling.

The spanks grew in intensity, well beyond "playful". I felt I was being punished. Punished for acting like a needy, whorey, slut, instead of a proper and demure wife. I deserved it. I deserved it all... But the very worst thing, the most shameful thing, was that even my punishment was turning me on! Those middle strokes especially, delivered low, sent shockwaves through my pussy and asshole that had me arching up, in lewd display, begging for more. I started writhing across his lap as he forcefully reddened my ass without mercy or respite. I had used poor judgment and had over-stepped the bounds of propriety and was being punished by my husband for it.

"Please Sir! Please!" I cried out as my spanking proceeded. "Mercy, please!" I begged. "I only wanted sex! And I only wanted to please you! Please!"

My appeal seemed to have worked because he stopped spanking me and began caressing my ass and private parts. I could feel his erection pushing against me. He stroked my pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter. I could even smell my own excitement.

"Getting a little desperate, are you?" He asked as he put his left hand around me and up against my pussy while his right finger fucked me. I answered his rhetorical question by humping his hand.

He took his fingers out from my pussy and rubbed my wetness onto my ass. "I think you need more spanking, first."

"Oh no!" I protested.

He moved me to straddle his knee which put my clitty directly against his hard thigh.

In this position his spanks were better able to reach the insides of my cheeks and my thighs. He's never too careful with his fingertips with me like this and they catch my asshole and pussy lips. Of course, I'm so busy humping his leg that I barely register it.

"You're wetting my pant leg, you little tart," he says as he starts spanking my ass more harshly. "After we're done, you're doing the laundry, and you better pre-treat that stain."

"Yes Sir! I'm sorry Sir!"

He pauses my spanking and strokes and penetrates my pussy with his fingers.

"What kind of sex do you want?" He asks me.

"Fuck my pussy? And lick it? Sir."

He spits on my asshole and shoves a finger up into my ass.

"Not ass sex?" He asks me as he roots around in there roughly. "I would think a little whore like you would want ass sex."

"Yes Sir, if that's what you want, then I want it too!"

"But you don't want it yourself?"

"No Sir. I want it. I want your big cock splitting my ass until it hurts so bad!" I lied. Hey, beggars can't be choosers.

"You're just fibbing now, but I appreciate the effort. Now get on your knees and get my cock in your mouth and prove to me you deserve to have your pussy fucked."

"Yes Sir!' I say as I slide off his knee and slither myself between his spread legs. I undo his belt, unfasten and unzip his pants, and pull them and his boxers down his legs and all the way off. His cock is hard already, from having given me my spanking. I take him in my mouth and suck and slurp and kiss and caress, making eye contact whenever I can.

"Take off that bra. Let me see your tits," he says.

I do that right away, baring my chest, and continuing to suck him. He reaches his hands down and plays roughly with my breasts and my nipples. Squeezing, kneading, pinching, twisting.

"That's enough. I don't want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum in your cunt."

"Yes Sir!" I say eagerly.

He stands. He looks around the room. He grabs a throw pillow and carries it to the back of the sofa. He puts it in top and has me bend over it. My hands are down on the seat cushion. My ass is in the air. He gets behind me and plunges his big hard cock into my oh so wet pussy.

Even as excited as I am, the initial penetration and deep thrusts are painful. And my position is not at all comfortable, bent over like that, the top of the couch cutting into my middle despite the consideration of the throw pillow, my head lowered.

"Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh!" I cry out on each deep thrust.

"Do you want to get fucked or not?" He asks me angrily.

"Yes Sir! Please fuck my needy little cunt!"

"Do you want me to lighten up?" he asks, still with an edge in his voice.

"No Sir! Please fuck me hard and deep!"

"Well I stand corrected. I guess you are nothing more than a needy little slut."

"Yes Sir!"

He continues dicking me down over the back of the couch, but it's getting easier to bear as my pussy enlarges and elongates and further lubricates to take the rough sex.

He gives me another 20 or so hard deep pumps and pulls out. He pushes my head down towards the sofa seat. My feet lift. He spreads my legs and kneels between them, his two arms support and lift and clamp down on my thighs. He holds me like that while splaying my legs widely apart. He puts his tongue to my cunt and starts licking me.

"Oh Fuck!" I say. It's a really good pussy position. His tongue reaches deep!

I guess I was well prepared, because pretty soon he bee-lines to my clit and licks it directly and roughly, and I feel myself completely cumming! I usually take longer, but I guess my spanking and my rough fucking... As I came hard I cried out and felt my legs kicking in the air, like a little froggy.

He stands, grabs my hips, and plunges his penis back into me. I'm soooo sensitive right after I've cum. He doesn't care. He rails me painfully into the couch as I hang on for dear life, feet still dangling off the ground. After maybe another twenty painfully deep pumps he nuts inside of me.

He pulls out, but keeps me dangling where I am. He puts his hand on my cunt and then digs his fingers deep inside. "What a sloppy mess," he says. "You're certainly not as tight as you used to be." Oh... that hurt... I'm just trying to catch my breath. He pulls his hand out and puts it in front of my face.

"Eat it," he orders me, "or so help me I'll take out my belt and whip your sorry old ass black and blue."

"Yes Sir!" I obediently lick up the contents of his hand, a heady mixture of his cum and my pussy juices. He reaches back behind me, digs in, and then repeats the procedure, feeding me from his palm. I feel the looseness in my pussy.

"Is this what little whores eat?" He asks me.

"Yes Sir!"

He reaches inside again, gets another palmful, and rubs it all over my face.

"You dirty little whore. You should fucking act your age. I'm ashamed I married a little slut like you."

I feel the shame of his words penetrate me as he literally rubs my face in it.

He releases me, stands me up, leaves me there, puts his boxers back on, sits back on the couch, and moves onto the next episode. I collect up my panties, my bra, my heels, and his pants, and I leave silently as he watches his show intently.  I have laundry to do.

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Wait! Wait! Wait! Before you go, and I leave you with an impression of my darling David being a total asshole, we did do this, but it was a total scene that I requested!

I'll rewind a bit. We were discussing our respective sex drives and I shared with him my insecurities of how he's just getting hotter while I'm getting less and less so. Like a good husband, while he thanked me for saying he was getting hotter, he disagreed that I was any any less hot at all and said, in his eyes, I am hotter than ever. He also scolded me that his sex drive was just fine, thank you, and just because he didn't want it every hour on the hour like an eighteen-year-old didn't mean he didn't have a more than adequate sex drive, thank you very much, and that I was a world-class handful to keep up with. He told me I could go out and fuck all the young men I wanted if that's important to me, but I jealously told him that I only wanted him to fuck me (I really don't want anybody else, and certainly don't want to feel obligated to let him fuck younger girls!)

I suggested why don't we work out my anxieties in a scene? I came up with the broad outlines of the scene I reported above, but left it to him to improvise a lot of it. Basically it was to have me do my best to seduce him, and him ignoring me and treating me like dirt while scolding me and punishing me for being such a dirty slut. I also asked him to shame me for still being a slut "at my age", and to compare me to younger girls, especially the tightness of my pussy... I did stipulate a pussy fuck and a tongue licking as part of it because my being horny was 100% true!

It was a great scene, and GREAT SEX! I did get to explore some of those negative thoughts and feelings I get, and did feel it was healthy playing out some of my worst fears. Maybe I should get in a gorgeous younger woman, a young escort maybe, and play out a "cuck queen" scene with her. Have both of them tease me for being old and undesirable, worthy only of sloppy seconds? Nah! Who am I kidding? I'm the Queen!

So, yeah, ok, ok, don't worry, I know I'm still pretty hot and can reel in a guy if I wanted. And my husband does still worship me as he should, but it's healthy to explore one's insecurities, no?

With David, when he lost that erection with Paula, we turned it into a D/s game and it was good. Sort of the same, right?

What do you guys think? Is playing with your insecurities a positive thing or do you think it's just nuts to do so? And was David a gentleman for catering to me, or did he go too far? Should he have flatly refused to do that scene? Let me know in the comments!

This is for Strict Julie!

Peaches finally got his own video clip store going and created his first videos made with the help and suggestions from all of us in the post Help Make a Spanking Video. I closed that post by writing,

The most important thing is that your debut better feature the most epically blistered butt we have ever seen from you! 😈

I had forgotten I had written that when Peaches sent me the finished product a year later (!). I watched the two-part video from beginning to end, and was very surprised when, right towards the end, Lola looked straight at me, smiled, and said, "This is for Strict Julie."

This is for Strict Julie!

She then totally layed into his diaper-positioned bum with the heaviest strokes from possibly the worst implement of the entire (impressive!) video. Here is a clip of that part of the video Peaches sent me to post up for you guys:

Peaches' new video store is located here:

Simply Discipline

There was a lot of influence from us that went into the videos. For example, here was something I mentioned in the body of the post:

It should be something horribly embarrassing for the boy. A lot of whining and begging and pleading "please no, please!". I like the spanking to be thorough. Lots of kicking and wailing (but not too much struggling to hold into place - that gets old quickly). Cheeks pulled wide apart to spank the delicate skin inside the crack. Mustn't miss that part, especially with the girls watching. Or legs spread very wide so that the paddle can be applied to the inner thighs, where it can do a lot of good.

We certainly got all of that in spades!

And, from a reader:

The position causes his penis to bounce when she does so, offering no place for him to hide it. She notes it directly, holding her finger just under the head, asking him why this obscene display is occurring. He can only whimper and offer silly meaningless explanations. Assaulting his ass, thighs, and pulling his cheeks apart to reach his crack and anus, she adds pink to his complexion. Keeping an eye on it though, the erection has not left, and even seems to have gotten stiffer. Is that a drop of moisture on the tip?

Peaches is erect throughout his spanking, and this is a theme running all the way through. He also has his bum pulled open quite a lot for some of that super-embarrassing "inner cheek" spanking. His thighs, including the super-ouchy inner thighs, also catch it.

I suggested this scenario in the comments:

My go-to is dirty dishes left in the sink when it's his job to rinse and load the dishwasher. Many handy kitchen implements. Ending with him in an apron doing the dishes with a very red bottom on display as wife stands there, paddle in hand, supervising.

Peaches responds enthusiastically:

I'm up for the kitchen scenario! Especially the ending of me exposed in an apron!

And that was what the video turned out to be, as Peaches explained at the time:

Lola and I are very grateful to Strict Julie and her wonderful readers for the outpouring of support and suggestions for the video we shot today. It went VERY well. We took Julie up on her suggestion of a "dirty dishes in the kitchen" scene. Lola thoroughly blistered my bare butt with various wooden spoons before taking me into the bedroom for caning, strapping, and the bath brush, along with a good dose of CBT. I now have the hefty task of editing it all together, which I expect will take a few weeks. We thank you all again, and all praise to the divine Strict Julie!!!

One commenter, Alan, suggested as follows.

What I would like to see them do is adopt a role (Dd is much more appealing than schoolroom fantasies) and improvise with it, adding realistic dialogue and working through a script until they have a real product, cinema-vérité in a phrase. Good film is much like writing as Julie knows, much revising editing and do overs until it's complete. This one could be the first of a series for them all with dialogue, believable narrative and authentic material. Start a revolution!

Peaches totally agreed:

Thank you Alan. I am very much on the same wavelength as you. I'd love to do something more extensive and serious, comprising serious disciplinary spankings with serious character and lifestyle elements, plus a little comic relief. I am a formally trained actor with an extensive resume, as well as directing and producing credits. I'd love to merge my vanilla creative side with my kinky side.

I think that after you view the videos you will agree that this effort is a very fine first start in this direction. It shows the sort of interaction typical of a real-life married couple into DD and FLR.

As has become customary for me, and with the permission of Peaches, I will review the video with key screengrabs and let you know my thoughts as we go.

The first video of this two-parter, Spanking in the Kitchen, starts with Lola entering their apartment in her just-home-from-work clothes and discovering a mess in the kitchen. Her eyes immediately go to it.

It's not a huge mess, but enough of a mess to set her off when there should be no mess, at all.

Why does Peaches do this? When he knows there will be consequences??? When confronted he says it was a mistake, that he was just getting around to cleaning it up. He is sounding very pitiful, very sorry. Lola, and us, know the answer: Peaches is craving some Domestic Discipline, and this is his way of letting us know. Lola says as much, out loud. Peaches will never admit to this, as it ruins the dynamic, but we all know. A limited amount of dirty dishes in the kitchen is a cry for attention. And if he wants attention, well, he'll get some. Lola opens the kitchen drawer and pulls out a nice domestic implement: the much dreaded wooden spoon.

The smile and her body language says it all: "Oh, he wants to play does he? Well I want to play also!"

My husband david and I have done this exact scenario (it was why I suggested it). Earlier in our relationship he was "in charge" of keeping the dishes off the countertop and out of the sink and into the dishwasher. We had that "rule" because it gave him an opportunity to ask for a spanking without asking for one. I completely recognize the strategic amount of messy dishes, so easily put away, and yet not put away. I would get a big smile on my face as well, just like Lola. And if he wanted to play, well I was almost always in the mood to give him more than he bargained for, and then would be amused by how meticulously spic and span the kitchen would be for the next couple of weeks (although that was not really what it was all about). Sensing the exact same energy in Lola here.

Lola calls him over, gives him a scolding, and then has him bring the spanking chair over. The punishment will take place at the scene of the crime.

Peaches is blurring his face in the video, though he seems to get a bit lazier about it later on. In fact, for much of his initial scolding he blanked out to black his half of the screen, which was not cool (Peaches!). I don't mind the blur so much, but I do like to see the submissive body posture that would go with the submissive little vocalizations as he was being scolded. But it was only briefly, and other than that brief moment the blurring did not disturb the flow for me at all.

Lola makes Peaches drop trou.

Of course he's wearing his tighty-whiteys. Of course he is. It should be a law that all spanked boys wear tighty-whiteys. Just look at him. I mean, I'm embarrassed for him!

When I watch a malesub video like this, I like to imagine I am the close friend next door invited to stay and watch. I get wet imagining myself in that position. I imagine sitting back with a cigarette in hand, watching with a smirk on my face.

"You ridiculous little man, now you're going to get it..." I feel my pussy dampening at the thought of it.

She makes him pull his undies down a bit. I am still imagining my reaction as her friend. Oh my! Oh ha ha ha ha ha!

She has her husband... actually... locked! In a chastity cage! Oh, this is too good! Well I guess this is one man who doesn't fool around on the side, or even get to jerk off at all! This is great! She sits down and unlocks him. She doesn't want that cage snagging on her nylons like last time.

She takes him out of his cage. An extended and somewhat painful looking experience from what I can see, getting that rapidly erecting cock out of its cage.

 And then getting the cock and engorged balls out through the fixed metal ring.

And all of this especially humiliating for him in front of me, the hot neighbour girl.

He immediately springs to a full erection that Lola carefully examines while scolding him for his lack of penile discipline.

Lola points out he seems to be leaking a bit. I guess an extended lock-up followed by a bit of a handling will do that to a guy? She gives it a smack or two while I watch with her wooden spoon.

Imagine if you're the husband and you're so freely handled and teased like that by your wife in front of the neighbor, all your secrets exposed? Would you feel shame? You should. Especially because you're about to be spanked with a wooden spoon across your wife's knee until you're howling for failing to do your kitchen chores.

He has to go right over her knee, with his shameful penis clamped between her thighs...

[I love the dual camera angles provided by the editing] And after so long in chastity, would you be able to not ejaculate, when put in this position?

You better not ruin her work clothes!

She spanks him first with her hand, then with the wooden spoon, then with a larger wooden spoon, and then with the holed spatula.

I wanted Peaches to suffer for his art, and there is no question but that he did. Just look at that red bum and his desperate attempts to escape his comeuppance!

As the voyeur, I am embarrassed that the "man of the house" is having his ass rightly reddened by his angered wife across her knee, and that he is yelling and carrying on like an absolute toddler. This "man" will forever more be diminished in my eyes for the childish display he's giving me.

Along the way, they incorporated some nice inner cheek spanking, as per our wishes...

You can hear the embarrassment in Peaches' voice as this is being done to him. In my voyeur role, his embarrassment seems very genuine and feeds my POV.

After Peaches' OTK spanking, he was stood up and made to fetch the stool into the kitchen and bend over that.

It's cute the way Peaches clutches onto Lola's calf during his spanking. She gives him some real zingers in that position that cause his legs to quite uncontrollably fly up!

Look at that poor boy. No dignity at all. You can see his penis and testicles dancing around between his legs, completely powerless to keep those most private places hidden away from me during his paddling. What a spectacle he's making of himself. At one point he reaches behind to rub both cheeks. This exposes his bumhole briefly. Lola gets the evil idea to make him spread those legs and hold those cheeks open for us.

He does this with whimpering embarrassment, thoroughly exposing those relatively untouched inner cheeks to her spatula's tender mercies.

Again I am imagining myself the voyeur on this domestic little tableau. His wife does not even bother hiding his embarrassing bottom hole from my view. Indeed, she's positively making him show it off to me, an almost complete stranger to him, to deepen his humiliation and teach him a lesson he will not soon forget.

She finishes him off over the stool with one of the most intense unrelenting paddlings I have ever seen that has him yelling, crying, squirming, and begging incoherently before Lola is done with him. Here is where a woman like Lola (and I count myself amongst her number) separates herself from the rest. As the paddling intensifies, and he suffers more and more, the smile on Lola's face just gets bigger and bigger!

The still cannot do this paddling justice.
You must get the video!!!!

Lola ends this part of his spanking and makes him go over to the dishes and put his head into the dirty, dirty sink.

Look how much darker, dusky red his ass has become by now, with those telltale white bullseyes in the centres. If you thought the most intense paddling you've ever witnessed was the end of it, well, you'd be completely wrong. Lola lays into him again with the wooden spoon and has him crying out and dancing. She changes position and secures him in the arm-over position as she continues his scolding and his punishment.

This is the point well beyond which many submissives would be happy to call it quits. They'd be absolutely satisified, well past satisfied, with their spanking. I've been at this place many times myself, and brought my husband there many times as well. It's also the point at which you realize that you do not call the shots. Lola does. It will be over when she says it's over, and not a moment before.

And Lola is indeed not done. She holds him by his tail and continues his paddling...

Lola seems to have a good grip on the situation.

Poor Peaches!

As the voyeur, I am tittering in amusement at how he dances around, restrained by his cock, as Lola punishes his rear end. Can you imagine a more complete humiliation?

She pulls him back from the sink by his cock and makes him strip his shirt off. She sits on the stool and takes him across her knee once again where she gives him more of the paddle. I am imagining Lola asking me if I think his cock needs to be paddled? Absolutely! It's disgraceful that it's still erect, after all this spanking. It needs to be taught a good lesson. Lola obliges by pulling it out, laying it across her thigh, and paddling it for me.

She stands him up and lectures him some more, including about his naughty penis which she smacks.

At the end she makes him put on his little apron and start in on those dishes as she goes to their bedroom to relax as he goes hard to work.

A well-tamed, pussy-whipped, husband!

When she leaves, Peaches takes a moment to rub those sore, sore cheeks and do a little spanky dance for us.

I imagine at this point I stub out my cigarette, get up to leave, head on over to Peaches and give him a slap on his ass and tell him he better not let Lola catch him rubbing that ass when there's dishes to clean, and take my leave.

For a bit of "live action", here's the preview gif from the clips site.

And here's the preview video.

But you're going to be missing an awful lot if you don't go and buy the full 30 minute video here: Spanking in the Kitchen.

Wrapping this part up, I love how completely over-the-top Lola is about the dishes. We all know it's not about the dishes, of course. It's about Peaches getting up the nerve to request Domestic Discipline from his loving wife. As strict wives, it is then our duty to give you more than you asked for. We want to make sure there is no doubt at all that you are completely satisfied with the discipline you received, not left wanting more. And more than satisfied, we want to make sure you don't even consider asking again for quite some time. It's not that we don't enjoy spanking you, we do, it's just that it's not "job well done" unless we achieve that. We want the fear of another session to dominate your thoughts for the next week or so, so that you'll be simperingly eager to please us so as to avoid another discipline session. But then, of course, the craving starts. And the craving to be disciplined, and the fear of the discipline, balances, and you behave. But eventually, with no reduction whatsoever in the fear, the craving takes over and I'll find those dirty dishes in the sink once more, and we'll repeat the process. And this time I will invite the cute neighbour from 2A over to see!

 

But of course, after discipline comes bedroom time. And this brings us to part 2 of our saga, the immediate aftermath called Discipline in the Bedroom.

This is a private session. The neighbour is not invited in. But I like to imagine I am the Invisible Girl from Fantastic Four (who has to get naked to be invisible, btw!) who snuck into the bedroom and is watching from exactly where the camera is positioned.

We sense the discipline is no longer about Peaches. This time it's about Lola. Peaches got the discipline he craved in the kitchen. Lola dished it out, and was happy to do so, but she got herself worked up in the process. But only halfway worked up. For a girl like Lola, she needs the whole nine yards until she is sexually satisfied from doling out the discipline (much like myself). Does Peaches drag his feet going into the bedroom? No. He knows his Mistress needs more from him, and he is prepared to suffer for her dominant sexual gratification.

My husband is not like this when dominant. He gives me my discipline, and then he wants to fuck. With me, I'm much more like this. I go and go and go, until my eyes glaze over and I get a sexual shudder at his beating. I almost cum from it, but I can't quite. But I get more and more sexually excited, and when I'm at my peak, then he gets his beaten ass between my legs and tongues me to the most fabulous orgasm; or I sit on his face and have him stick his tongue deep up my asshole as I shudder to an immense climax with my Hitachi. And in this mood, I don't really give a shit about his orgasm. He can go to sleep hard and needy for all I care. This is my reward. It's about me now. This is the vibe I get from the bedroom part of Peaches' and Lola's scene.

It starts with Lola alone on the bed eating Bon-Bons. Peaches comes in with his apron on and Lola asks if he is all done with the dishes. She then notices that he still seems to have his erection. She gets him to lift his apron so she can inspect it.

She has some fun with it, making Peaches' knees shake and then getting out a small flogger and using it on his cock.

Look at that naughty erection, straining up towards the ceiling like that. Oh!

She has him kneel on the bed and gives him the three-tailed strap.

She does not go easy on him, and continues his beating even after he collapses onto the bed.

Lola is getting herself more and more worked up as Peaches suffers for her. She switches instruments to the Delrin cane and stripes his ass and thighs. Nasty!

She definitely seems to be enjoying Peaches writhing down there under her cane. She has him turn over and stripes the insides of his thighs. You foot fetishists will enjoy that she places her bare foot on his face as she takes this angle:

She strips off her nightgown and continues his punishment in the nude. She has a great body!!!

At one point, as the caning is intense, Peaches calls Lola "Mommy" and tearfully says how much he loves her. Peaches responds with "I love you too," while continuing to beat him.

She puts away the Delrin cane and gets out a thick wooden-looking one, paying particular attention to the crease where bum meets thigh, and down the backs of his thighs.

Lola next sits on the bed, has Peaches raise his legs, and finishes him off with a pure hellfire of a bath-brush spanking! Midway through this is where she says, "This is for Strict Julie". Love it!

I particularly enjoyed her grip on the situation here.

Finally his beating is over. She gets some cold cream and soothes his ass.

She then pulls him under the covers with her for what I presume will be some serious snuggle-bunnies!

Delivering a humiliating beating like that to a stretched, but willing, submissive partner, will definitely get my juices flowing. For me, it's an intense kind of foreplay and always leads to a wonderful orgasm after his tongue gets busy down there.

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And here is the preview video, with sound:

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Congratulations Peaches (and Lola too, of course!)

Russia and the Ukraine

There has been a lot of saber-rattling going on lately about potential war in the Ukraine. I confess to not understanding that much about the situation, so decided to do some studying up and write a blog about what I found out. Any corrections and your own takes are more than welcome.

Historically, Russia emerged as a great empire over the 400 years from 1500-1900. It originally took some of the territories now considered part of Ukraine in 1667, and the remainder between 1770-1795 under Catherine the Great and her Minister Potemkin. So the Ukraine had been a part of Russia for a very long time (as long as the USA existed). Taking it away from Russia is like ceding California to Mexico.

Ukraine and environs was important as it provided access to the Black Sea, which importantly did not freeze over in winter unlike Russia's Northern sea access. This allowed Russia to have a year round navy and connect to trade routes through the Mediterranean. Russia's most important sea port is Sevastopol in the Crimea, until 2014 nominally a part of the Ukraine (but really controlled by Russia).

Russia had to defend the Crimea vigorously during the Crimean War 1853-1856 when France, Austria, and England beat back Russia's attempts to expand into territories occupied by the fading Turkish Ottoman Empire. That war ended with the Crimea ceded back to Russia and Russian ceding its territorial advances in the Ottoman Empire. There is a 0% chance that Russia will ever give up its control and access to Sevastopol without a terrific fight, it's that strategic to them

Revolution and civil war rocked Russia between 1905-1923, ending with Lenin winning and establishing the Soviet Union. Ukraine emerged during this time as an independent state, and became one of the founding states of the Soviet Union. Ukraine grew during WWII when Russia annexed the Ukrainian half of Poland to the Ukraine (as did Germany annex the other half).

Ukraine suffered horribly during the Russian Civil war, during WWII, and after WWII under Stalin, with brutal mass starvations, genocides, and ethnic cleansing taking place under the Soviets in order to solidify complete control and crush any hopes of independence for the Ukrainians from the abusive Soviet Union.

After Stalin died in 1953, Ukraine under Kruschev became an almost equal and important partner to Russia within the Soviet Union. The Crimea was even ceded to Ukraine by Kruschev as a show of good will, because Russian and Ukraine were very much seen as equal partners in the Soviet Union. Soviet Ukraine became a European leader in industrial production, and central to the Soviet arms industry and high-tech research. Many Soviet leaders came from Ukraine, including Brezhnev who ousted Khrushchev and became the Soviet leader from 1964 to 1982. However, the people of Ukraine maintained their own cultural identity and for the most part intensely disliked their Soviet overlords.

With the Soviet Union failing, Ukraine officially declared itself an independent state in August, 1991, when Ukraine proclaimed it would no longer follow the laws of the USSR, and only follow the laws of the Ukrainian SSR, de facto declaring Ukraine's independence from the Soviet Union. On December 1, Ukrainian voters approved a referendum formalizing independence from the Soviet Union. Over 90% of Ukrainian citizens voted for independence, with majorities in every region, including 56% in Crimea, which had a 75% ethnic Russian population. The Soviet Union formally ceased to exist on December 26, when the presidents of Ukraine, Belarus and Russia (the founding members of the USSR) met to formally dissolve the Union in accordance with the Soviet Constitution.

The leaders of the Ukraine tried to keep a foot in both doors, one with Russia and one with the European Union and NATO, but for the most part remained more friendly with Russia. Ukraine is in fact divided between an ethnic Ukrainian-speaking part in the west that is more pro EU, and an ethnic Russian-speaking part in the east that is more pro Russia. Voting within Ukraine breaks down along those lines.

In 1994, Ukraine along with Belarus and Kazakhstan gave up their stockpiles of nuclear weapons left over from the Soviet Union after signing the Budapest Memorandum on Security Assurances with Russia, the UK, the US, France, and China, which "guaranteed" their territorial integrity and political independence. However, the agreement had no teeth behind it, committing no country to go to war if those countries were attacked with conventional weapons.

In the year 2000, Ukrainian President, Leonid Kuchma

was involved in the so-called "Cassette Scandal" when a recording came out of him engaging in many wrongdoings including the kidnapping of a journalist critical of him. One of the items was selling advanced weapon systems to Iraq's Saddam Hussein. The FBI validated the recording as legitimate, however, even at the time there was widespread doubt as to its legitimacy. And in light of the made-up "weapons of mass destruction", and revelations as to what chicanery the FBI can get itself up to (e.g., Russiagate), who knows? At any rate, the Ukranian people and the West turned against Kuchma (including major economic sanctions), but Putin supported him, which caused an unpopular re-alignment of Russia and the Ukraine.

In 2004, Kuchma announced that he would not run for re-election. The two major candidates for President who emerged were Viktor Yanukovych,

the Prime Minister, supported by Kuchma and by the Russian Federation; and Viktor Yushchenko

of the Orange Party who called for Ukraine to turn its attention westward and eventually join the EU (but, wisely, not NATO).

In the runoff election, Yanukovych officially won by a narrow margin, but Yushchenko and his supporters cried foul, alleging that vote rigging and intimidation cost him many votes, especially in eastern Ukraine. A political crisis erupted after the opposition started massive street protests and the Supreme Court of Ukraine ordered the election results null and void. A second runoff declared Yushchenko the winner, however, as part of a coalition in parliament, Yanukovych was again made Prime Mininster.

In 2007, Yuschenko dissolved the parliament because members of his own party were crossing the floor and threatening his grip on power. When the court declared this unconstitutional, he dismissed three of the opposing judges under the pretense of corruption. This, and an ever-worsening economic situation due to energy disputes with Russia, made him deeply unpopular with the public.

In the election of  2010, Yushchenko and his fellow Orange Party member and former Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko had completely fallen out with one another and went up against each other in the election.

Yushchenko and Yulia Tymoshenko (hot!)

Tymoshenko was very pro-EU and pro-NATO. She got into politics in 1996 and became an important player. She was accused by then President Kuchma of fabricated corruption charges and jailed. Later on, all charges were retroactively dismissed.

Her entry in 2010 made it a three-way Presidential race with the pro-Russian candidate Yanukovych. Despite the fact that Tymoshenko was way more popular than Yushchenko, Yushchenko refused to throw his support to her even when it was clear he was going to lose badly. As it turned out, in the first vote Yanukovych received 48% of the vote, Tymoshenko 45%, and Yushchenko less than 6%. Had Yushchenko dropped out and thrown his support to her, she would have beat Yanukovych on the first round. As it was, because no candidate reached >50%, there was a runoff, which Yanukovych won (many of the Orange Party supporters stayed home due to the rancor within the party).

You can see how divided the country is from this map of 2010 presidential election results.

The Donbas region (where all the current separatist action is taking place) voted 95% for the pro-Russian candidate (the two darkest regions on the far right).  And in the Crimea it was 82% (the dark region on the bottom).

In 2011 Yanukovych had Yulia arrested on fabricated (according to the EU) corruption charges.

in 2013 Yanukovych refused to sign an EU-coalition agreement negotiated by Parliament and instead sought closer ties to Russia. This created mass protests in the street, demanding that he step down and that Yulia be freed. In 2014 Parliament turned against Yanukovych and voted to remove him from power, and to free Yulia from prison. The same day a Yanukovych supporter resigned as speaker of the Parliament, and was replaced by Tymoshenko loyalist Oleksandr Turchynov, who was subsequently installed as interim President. Yulia was freed and all charges against her completely voided. Yanukovych fled Kyev to Russia where Russia maintains that his ouster constituted an illegal "coup". The anti-Russian parliament then voted to repeal minority language laws, enraging the heavily pro-Russian eastern part of Ukraine.

With Putin seeing that control of the Ukraine was slipping out of his grasp, he annexed the Crimea in February of 2014 in a bloodless coup (Russia was always there in force). As I said above, there was no way Russia was going to lose control of their most strategic naval base in Sevastopol. At the time, Obama was the President of the US, and he mostly just let it go (what else was he going to do? It's NOT at all strategic to the US).

Perhaps to take focus off of the Crimea, right afterwards Putin strongly supported pro-Russian separatists (likely more than "supported" - more like instigated) in the Donbas, an Easterly region of Ukraine nearest Russia and with a majority ethnically Russian-speaking population.

In the 2014 election Tymoshenko ran against Ukranian oligarch Petro Poroshenko, owner of, amongst other things, the Roshen Chocolate Company, hence the "Chocolate King".

I guess everybody loves chocolate, because he trounced 2nd place Tymoshenko as an independent, with 55% of the vote against her 13%. Poroshenko was seen as taking a hard line against the insurrectionists in the Donbas and taking a hard line against Russia and being competent to manage the situation.

In 2019, Proshenko was defeated by newcomer Volodymir Zelensky, a populist candidate who was an actor and a comedian (he played a schoolteacher who became President of Ukraine and tirelessly fought corruption - sort of like a Ukrainian "West Wing"), with a stunning 73% of the vote. Looks like a bit of a CIA psyop!

A newly formed party supporting him also took a clear majority in Parliament, and for the first time in a long time no coalition was required. Zelensky ran on a populist , "drain the swamp" sort of platform, and is also pro-EU, pro-NATO, and pro-US. He is moving strongly and quickly towards membership in the EU and joining NATO, which of course has Russia and Putin freaked the fuck out and is the proximate cause of the current Russian saber-rattling.

War with Russia can be avoided by ratifying their ownership of the Crimea,  by promising not to take Ukraine and the nearby countries bordering Russia into NATO, and by guaranteeing Russian-speaking minority rights. Yeah, hate to be pro-Putin on this, but I would advocate for that over war.

The alternative is to take them into NATO, and then there is the requirement to defend it when it's not at all of any strategic importance to the West, but is of massive strategic importance to Russia. Russia has lots of nukes, a giant army, supplies natural gas to most of Europe, and almost half of Ukraine is pretty pro-Russian already. Plus, the West needs Russia cooperation in Iran and Syria, and an ally against China. Extremely unwise to tangle with Russia over Ukraine. And not least because the ultimate loser would be the Ukraine itself.

Here is distinguished University of Chicago Prof. John Mearsheimer on Ukraine who helped me form my views and agrees on the above.

Mind you with the Democrats so down in the polls, and the Military-Industrial complex itching for a conflict so they can make and sell weapons, I am concerned that the US will encourage a hot conflict.

Having read all this, what are your thoughts? And, if you know the situation better than I could find out in my research, please let us know your thoughts.