A "Fuck you, bitch!" Mouthsoaping

Can you imagine anything more hurtful to you, as a woman, to have your husband or boyfriend hurl such an insult at you? "Fuck you, bitch!" Really?

I'm pleased to say it's never happened to me, but I used something similar as the premise for a short story in my Vol.1 book.

What would I do, in practice, if my husband EVER said something like that to me? I guess we would first cool down and resolve whatever it was that got so out of control. And no doubt I would bear some responsibility for that. But after all said and done, it would be punishment time. I would accept my spanking for whatever part I played in hurting him so deeply that he uttered those words at me.

But after that, it would be time for his reckoning. By this time, I am sure he would be very sheepish and very apologetic for saying those hurtful words to his most beloved wife. He would now have to accept whatever punishment I deemed appropriate.

I would not keep the matter private. I don't think I would involve the older generation. But I would invite my two sisters and my sister-in-law. My older sister is kinky, but the other two are not.

First on deck would be him called out onto the carpet. We ladies would be sitting around him, he would be standing, admitting what he did and the initial round of apologies. I'd also get him to say that he freely accepts whatever punishment we decide to give him. Good. I'm sure there would be several "vanilla" punishments on offer, like chores, or flowers for a month, or such not.

"I think, for starters, you should have your mouth washed out with soap," I would say. It would be hard to argue with that. Sue would instantly agree. The others would fall into line with a giggle.

"Yes, sweetheart," he would say.

"A nice, long, thorough, soapy, sudsy, mouth washing," Sue would opine.

"Yes, Sue," he would agree with a big blush. Nancy and Vanessa would titter like schoolgirls.

"How do we do this?" I would ask. We'd have some brainstorming, I'm sure. We'd agree he should kneel in front of the kitchen sink. First, I'd get a bar of Ivory soap and a washcloth.

I'd run the water lukewarm and start rubbing the soap into the washcloth to get both super wet and sudsy. David would be kneeling there the entire time as I soaped up that washcloth. I'd really take my time. Really drag it out. It will just get sudsier and sudsier. I want it to be awkward for everybody. By the time I stopped, it would look like this:

I'd have him open his mouth and I'd start with the washcloth. Inside and all around. Scrubbing cheeks, soft palate, teeth. A little gagging is okay. "Use that language with me, will you?" I'd stick the washcloth in his mouth and have him bite down on it and suck.

"Not liking that very much? No. You're not meant to."

Then I'd pick up the bar of soap and lather it up again in my hands.

Sue might pause me. "Wait, that soap is going to get all over his shirt. Take your shirt off, david."

He'd do it. Now he'd be bare chested in front of all of us.

"May as well take the pants off too," Sue would suggest.

"Do it!" I would command after he looks at me with puppy eyes.

He'd take his pants off leaving him in only his skimpy, threadbare, tighty-whitey underpants. Nancy and Vanessa would have another good giggle at that.

NOW I'd really start in with the bar itself. I'd smear the suds on his face as my hand moved around, mouth-fucking him with the bar of soap, scolding him. The suds would begin dripping out of his mouth onto his bare chest. It's either that or swallow them.

I'd leave the bar of soap in his mouth telling him to bite down on it. There we go, a job well done. One very thoroughly mouth-soaped naughty boy.

"Are you EVER going to speak like that to me again?" 

"Mmmmm... mmmmmm!" he'd say, nodding a firm "no".

"Doesn't seem quite enough," Sue would say.

"No?"

"I think we should spank him," she would suggest.

At this point are Nancy and Vanessa going to object? No, of course not. We're just getting into it now.

"Sure. Why not? He deserves it," I would say.

Sue would take him by his ear and lead him out to the living room, stumbling up from his knees, crouched over, as Sue ear-drags him in his little underpants, the bar of soap still in his mouth.

I'd set up a chair for Sue and she'd sit, dragging David over her knee.

She wouldn't give it a second thought, or ask for permission from Nancy or Vanessa or me, she'd just pull his underpants right down, as if that's not what implied in the word spanking itself.

"Oh my!" I'd say, acting all surprised. How David would blush, being bared for a spanking in front of our vanilla relatives!

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP would go Sue's palm against his bare backside as he "complained" into his bar of soap, "mmmm, mmmm, Mmmm!"

"Get me the wooden spoon, Julie," Sue would suggest.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

"Who else wants a go?" Sue would ask, breathless.

"Oh, I do!" I'd say. "Then Vanessa, then Nancy, okay? We should show him we're in this together."

What girl, even vanilla, could resist. We'd all three take our turns spanking my soap-gagged hubby. Just retribution!

Each time he'd change laps he would have to stand with his undies down around his knees showing us all his cock and balls. We don't care. We want that ass! It's not sexual when a woman is punishing a naughty boy. It's the furthest thing from that. Like a toddler boy naked on the beach. Isn't he cute!

After the last of us I'd allow him to finally remove the bar of soap and rinse at the kitchen sink. Naturally he'd try to restore his underpants. Nope! A hand slap. "Those stay down, young man!" amidst more titters and giggles.

Now back on the carpet, very bare. "Hands on your head, mister!"

He'd have to repeat his apologies, by now thoroughly humbled.

But, you know, girls in a pack can be very, very cruel.

"What did he say, 'fuck you, bitch', right?" Sue would remind us, reigniting our basest instincts.

"Do you remember that joke gift I got you for your wedding shower?"

Nancy and Vanessa were there. They go wide-eyed. Sue is a lesbian. She bought me a strap-on dildo as a gift, telling me I may need it to make sure to remind him who wears the pants in the family. We all laughed it off at the time. Crazy lezzie Sue.

"He said, 'fuck you, bitch'?" she goes on. "Why don't you fuck him, like a bitch, while we all watch?"

Before Nancy and Vanessa can object, I'd say, "Yes! That would teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

How uncomfortable would that make them? Ha ha! But they won't object. They'll just sit there in their discomfort and watch. Sue would strap me in, I'd have him start by giving me head, then I'd bend him over for his comeuppance.

"Fuck me, bitch? No, FUCK YOU, BITCH!"

 

New Book Out - Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! My new girlsub spanking book is now out! Please go get it as a Christmas give from me to you! And it can be your Christmas gift from you to me as well, especially if you include a nice comment and 5-star review! I put this book straight onto Kindle Unlimited rather than making you wait (so if you have the subscription you can read it for free).

Get it a your local Amazon.

That's me and hubby on the cover, with me in my infamous watermelon panties from my on-video spanking, here if you missed it:

longer silent video
shorter video with audio

As you can see, I've done my research! (Don't you love his large strong hands? That turns me on the most! The way he holds me into him, I feel sooooo helpless!)

Again, these were mostly the ChatGPT story concepts but completely rewritten from scratch for this book (although I kept a tiny bit of the "style" intact, but just enough to be cute, not annoying).

I've done something different in this book. Before and after the short stories I add little "Authors notes" giving my personal relationship to the story and how it makes me feel.

All these stories are really personal and exciting to me. I've orgasmed multiple times to each story during the, ahem, production process.

Here's the blurb:

I hope you enjoy reading M/F spanking stories (and doing other things to them ;-), because that's what this second short story collection is all about!

Wives and daughters are given spankings and other embarrassing discipline by husbands, parents, teachers, and other authority figures. All the punishments are for real, leading to red and blistered buns, bare-bottomed corner time, overwhelming embarrassment for the miscreants, and lessons well-learned. Witnesses add exponentially to the embarrassment and play a key role in making sure the naughty young ladies are well and truly punished.

The genesis of this short story project is my naughty experimentation with the ChatGPT AI that can respond to prompts such as "write a story about a woman who receives a spanking from her husband." I initially wrote 100 short stories in a week using the AI. You can judge for yourself from my blog (strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com), but ultimately the ChatGPT stories were more fun for me to create than for you to read. It was my frustration with ChatGPT that motivated me to take some of my best story ideas and rewrite the stories entirely.

Story 1: His Roof, His Rules
A 30-year-old woman has to move back in with Mom and Dad. They accept her, but it's his roof, his rules.

Story 2: Brenda at the Beach
A daughter on vacation in Hawaii hangs out at the beach in a daring string bikini. She catches more than one eye when she carelessly swims out into the current.

Story 3: The Medieval Town Square
A young lady is caught stealing in a Medieval English town. The magistrate sentences her to a public spanking.

Story 4: Lila's Humiliating Exposure
A wife gets a spanking from her husband followed by bare naked cornertime. The retired next-door neighbour spots her through the window and comes knocking.

Story 5: Mary and the Mechanic
A woman assumes a car mechanic is cheating her. When she learns better, she sheepishly apologizes and suffers the consequences.

Story 6: Whitewater Paddling
When a wife endangers everyone on a whitewater rafting experience, her husband teaches her a lesson she won't soon forget.

Story 7: Fight Night
As punishment, a wife agrees to host fight night in her embarrassingly skimpy ring girl outfit.

Story 8: A Naughty Christian Wife
A young wife orders a sex toy online. When caught, she requests a spanking to make amends. They are both turned on by the spanking and worry it is Satan's work. The Pastor sets them straight.

Story 9: School Uniform Violations
A young lady attends a coffee shop where she flirts with the local high school boys. Her mom is not pleased when she walks in and finds her school uniform scandalously adjusted.

Story 10: An Aristocratic Marriage
A young aristocratic daughter is married off to an old Earl. She resists but the Earl manages to tame her with a combination of discipline and newfound sexual delight.

Story 11: Back to School
When cheating is discovered, a near university graduate is sent back to redo her final high-school term. The headmistress gives carte blanche to the teachers to use primary school discipline on her.

Story 12: Skinny Dipper Spanked
A newlywed wife insists on skinny dipping at her older husband's cottage much to the consternation of their devout elderly neighbours. As punishment, her husband spanks her in front of them.

Scene for David's Man-Spanking

I decided to use my creative writing talents to write up scene concept in the form of a story. I used ChatGPT for an assist. This is sort of what I'm thinking about...

Prelude

Once in a serene suburban neighborhood, there lived two couples, Matt and Violet, and David and Julie, who were neighbors. Matt and Violet had created a beautiful oasis in their backyard, complete with a sparkling pool, surrounded by a tall, wooden fence.

Violet, in particular, cherished this secluded haven. She enjoyed the freedom it offered, allowing her to sunbathe in peace, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, topless, secure in the knowledge that she and Matt were the only ones privy to these moments.

However, not all was as peaceful as it seemed. Next door, David, who appeared to be a respectable neighbor, harbored a troubling lack of respect for personal boundaries. Driven by lustful thoughts and disrespect for privacy, he covertly drilled a small hole in the mutual fence, a tiny portal through which he could intrude upon Violet's private moments.

Julie, David's wife, was unaware of her husband's actions.  One fateful day, the truth came to light. Matt, while tending to the garden near the fence, noticed the small, unnaturally perfect hole. The realization of its potential purpose struck him with a mix of anger and disbelief. His sanctuary, their sanctuary, may have been violated.

Matt told Violet his suspicions, and Violet, feeling a mix of vulnerability and anger, knew she needed to speak to Julie. When Violet recounted the discovery of the hole in the fence, Julie's initial reaction was one of shock and disbelief. The thought that her husband, David, could be responsible for such a violation was both horrifying and unfathomable to her.

Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within her, Julie knew she needed to approach the situation with a level head. She understood the gravity of the accusation and the impact it could have on both their friendships and marriages. Julie told Violet there was a security camera that she thought captured their side of the fence where the hole was described as being. She said she would review the footage.

Violet agreed to the plan, though her heart was heavy with the weight of betrayal and mistrust. The next few hours were tense, with Violet anxiously waiting for the evidence that would confirm their fears or relieve them.

After searching through hours of video, Julie found the damning evidence. It was David, peering through the hole into Matt and Violet's private sanctuary. The footage was irrefutable, and Julie's heart sank with the realization that her husband was indeed the violator of their neighbors' privacy.

But the camera records David not just peering through the hole but also engaging in inappropriate and disgraceful behavior, he has his pants opened and is seen rubbing himself as he invades Violet's privacy! This shocking discovery amplifies the gravity of the situation, transforming it from a simple violation of privacy to a deeply troubling and offensive act.

With heavy heart, Julie shows Matt and Violet the evidence. The repercussions of this revelation are severe. For Matt and Violet, the incident is a traumatic invasion of their personal space, demanding a serious response. Matt's first inclination is to involve the police. Julie looks heartbroken but accepts it. Violet, however, knows that would destroy her neighbour's life, over what is essentially young teenage behaviour. Violet has an alternate suggestion that will see David punished, and let him feel the same sort of violation she felt, and perhaps emerge from the experience having more empathy for the vulnerability a woman feels when peeped upon. Matt is reluctant but agrees. Julie is grateful to Violet for providing a way out that does not involve criminal charges. The three of them come up with a plan that all of them agree to, and then go to confront David directly.

Confrontation

Gathering in David and Julie's living room, the atmosphere is heavy with a sense of impending confrontation. Violet, feeling a mix of anger and violation, is determined to face David and demand answers. Matt, equally upset, stands by her side, offering silent support. Julie is terribly disappointed in David, and knows that the truth cannot be ignored.

David, unaware of what is about to unfold, is confronted with the video footage. The evidence is irrefutable: it shows him in the act of masturbating as he spies on Violet sunbathing topless.

The confrontation is tense, with emotions running high. Violet and Matt express their feelings of betrayal and violation. They had trusted their privacy would be respected, and David's actions have shattered that trust. The backyard, once a sanctuary, has been tainted by his deplorable behavior.

Julie is in a state of turmoil. Seeing her husband in such a compromising and offensive act is heartbreaking and infuriating.

David, faced with the undeniable truth, is left to confront the consequences of his actions. His behavior, driven by a disturbing lack of respect and self-control, has caused irreparable harm to his relationships with both his wife and his neighbors.

In the emotionally charged atmosphere of the confrontation, Julie, with a stern countenance, addressed David, her voice resonating with authority.

"David, you should know that Matt and Violet could legally press charges against you for what you've done. This is a serious violation of their privacy," she said firmly.

David's face was a mask of fear and remorse. He turned desperately towards Matt and Violet, his eyes wet with tears. "I'm so sorry for everything. Please, I'm begging you, don't press charges against me. It was a stupid, childish thing to do. I'll do anything to make amends."

Matt, keeping his expression unreadable, glanced at Violet before speaking. "David, your actions have consequences. But we've decided not to press charges under one condition."

Violet chimed in, her voice steady, "Yes, we won't go to the authorities if you agree to a punishment of our choice."

David, anxious and eager to avoid legal repercussions, responded quickly, "Yes, yes, whatever it is, I agree. I'll do anything you say."

"There's no backing out once you agree," Matt added, his tone serious. "This is your only chance to avoid legal trouble."

David nodded fervently, "I understand. I agree."

Violet's next words reveals the agreed-upon punishment, speaking in a clear, unwavering voice.

"David, your punishment will be a good old-fashioned spanking, and it will be a doozie. You'll receive it across Matt's knee," Violet stated firmly, her eyes locked on David's, ensuring he understood the seriousness of their decision.

The room fell silent for a moment as David processed her words, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. But before he could respond, Violet added another condition, her tone reflective of the gravity of his offense.

"And since you violated my privacy and saw me topless, it's only fair that your spanking is given to you with you fully in the nude. You exposed my privacy; now you'll face the same vulnerability."

David's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and shame. The thought of such a humiliating punishment was overwhelming, yet he knew he had little choice given the alternative of legal action. He looked towards Julie, hoping for some form of objection, but found none. Julie's expression was one of stern agreement, understanding the need for a significant consequence to match the severity of David's actions.

Matt, who had been silently following the conversation, gave a solemn nod. "This is about respect and understanding the boundaries you've crossed, David. It's unconventional, but so was your behavior."

David, his voice barely above a whisper, accepted the terms. "I understand. I agree to your terms."

Julie, having listened intently to the unfolding conversation, now added her own stipulation to the punishment to further emphasize the lesson they wanted David to learn. She spoke up, her voice laced with a stern resolve.

"There's another aspect to this, David," Julie said, looking directly at her husband. "Given your apparent difficulty in understanding the vulnerability women feel, I think you should experience a sense of that vulnerability yourself."

She paused for a moment, ensuring her words had the desired impact before continuing. "Before you receive your spanking, you will wear a pair of panties. You will then pull them down yourself as you go over Matt's knee. This is to symbolize the exposure and humiliation you forced upon Violet."

David's face registered a complex mix of emotions - shock, shame, and a dawning understanding of the depth of his transgression. The added condition of wearing and then lowering the panties himself before the spanking was a powerful symbol of the vulnerability and exposure he had imposed on Violet.

Matt and Violet nodded in agreement with Julie's addition, recognizing the importance of David fully comprehending the seriousness and personal nature of his violation.

David, now fully grasping the weight of the situation and the conditions of his punishment, gave a subdued nod. "I understand," he murmured, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'll do it. I deserve this."

The room was thick with a tense atmosphere as the group processed the agreement. This unique form of justice, crafted by all involved, was designed to make David experience a fraction of the vulnerability and humiliation he had inflicted, driving home the importance of empathy and respect for women's privacy.

The group, having reached a consensus on the nature of David's punishment, proceeded to discuss the logistics. Julie, taking charge of the situation, proposed a timeline that would allow them to prepare adequately.

"We'll carry out the spanking tomorrow afternoon," Julie declared, her tone reflecting a mix of sternness and practicality. "This will give us enough time today to find a suitable panty for you, David. You need to be fitted for one that's appropriately feminine and in your size."

David, still reeling from the reality of his impending punishment, nodded silently, his expression a mixture of resignation and apprehension. The thought of being fitted for a panty, a symbol of the vulnerability he had forced upon Violet, added another layer of humiliation to his punishment.

Matt and Violet agreed to the plan, understanding the symbolic significance of the panty fitting and the importance of carrying out the punishment in a manner that would be both impactful and memorable.

Panty Shopping

Later that day, Julie took David panty shopping. Determined to see through the punishment, she led David to a lingerie store, her demeanor one of straightforward resolve.

As they entered the store, Julie approached the clerks with a sense of purpose. "Good afternoon," Julie greeted, drawing the attention of the store staff. "We're here for a rather unique purchase. My husband needs a feminine panty for a punishment he's agreed to. He'll be receiving a panties-down spanking across another man's knee for a serious violation of his wife's privacy."

The clerks, initially taken aback by the candid and unusual nature of the request, quickly composed themselves, their expressions shifting from surprise to a more amused and intrigued demeanor.

One clerk, trying to maintain a professional yet light-hearted tone, replied, "Well, that's certainly not a request we hear every day. We'll do our best to help you find the perfect pair for such an occasion. Let's make sure we get the right size and style."

David, red-faced and visibly uncomfortable, stood awkwardly as the clerks took his measurements. The store had a few other customers, and he could feel their curious glances.

As the fitting proceeded, one of the clerks, trying to lighten the mood, joked, "Well, let's make sure we find something that suits you. We want this to be a memorable experience, after all."

Julie nodded, playing along with the clerk's attempt to keep the atmosphere light. "Absolutely. It should be something he won't forget anytime soon."

The clerks presented various options, each with its own style and flair. David, with a growing sense of humiliation, was made to try on several pairs. Julie had him go into a changing room and take his pants entirely off but keep on his white undies for hygiene purposes. She made him pull each prospective panty up and over his underpants. She made him step out of the fitting room each time to model them, holding his shirt well above his waist. Each time he stepped out of the fitting room, the clerks offered their opinions with a mix of professionalism and discreet amusement. The various shoppers giggled at the sight of a man in nothing but underpants below his waist, model panties just outside the change room. Some customers even offered their own suggestions.

"This one has a nice lace detail," commented one customer, while another added, "But the satin one really emphasizes the lesson, don't you think?"

As they sifted through various options, the customers and clerks couldn't help but tease David with a sense of playful mischief.

"This lace pair would look lovely, especially when it's time to pull them down, don't you think?" one clerk quipped, holding up a delicate panty.

Another clerk joined in, "Oh, and the satin one would slide down quite easily. Practical for your punishment, I'd say."

Julie examined each option with a critical eye, aware of the growing discomfort and humiliation David was experiencing. 

Julie scrutinized each option, finally settling on a pair that she felt was perfect for the occasion. "This one," she declared, holding up a delicate, feminine panty. "It's perfect for his punishment."

As David tried on the selected panty and came back out to model it, his embarrassment peaked, especially with the clerks offering playful comments on the fit and style, imagining how it would play into the punishment.

"Looks like it's a good fit. Remember, it's not just about wearing them, but how they come off that counts in your case," one clerk remarked with a smirk.

David, dressed again in his regular clothes, purchased the selected panty, his head down to avoid eye contact with anyone in the store.

Before leaving with the appropriate panty for David's punishment, Julie turned to the clerks with another request.

"Could my husband use your changing room to put on his new panty now?" Julie asked, her tone suggesting this was another integral part of the punishment process.

The clerks readily agreed, intrigued by the unfolding scenario. "Of course, please go ahead," one of them said, gesturing back towards the changing rooms.

David, his face burning with embarrassment, took the delicate panty and headed to the changing room, acutely aware of the curious and amused glances from the store's staff and patrons. The sound of their subdued whispers followed him as he disappeared behind the changing room door.

Moments later, David emerged from the changing room, the feminine panty now on him, hidden beneath his clothes. In his hands, he carried his regular underpants, a symbol of the normalcy he had just shed in favor of his impending humiliation.

Julie, standing by the changing room, waited for him. As David approached, she extended her hand. "Give them to me," she instructed, ensuring that this part of the process was as public and humbling as possible.

David, his discomfort palpable, hesitantly handed over his underpants to Julie. His action drew the attention of everyone in the store, with clerks and patrons alike watching the unusual exchange. Julie took the underpants and calmly placed them in her purse. She then looked down the back of his pants, reached in with her fingers, and pulled up the red lace waistband to ensure he was in fact wearing his panty.

As they were leaving, one of the clerks called out, half-jokingly, "Good luck with his punishment. We hope it teaches him the lesson he needs to learn!"

Anticipation

The walk out of the store was an ordeal for David. Every step was accompanied by the awareness of the many eyes on him, the whispers of the store's staff and customers, and the weight of his own shame and embarrassment.

As they exited the store and made their way through the mall to their car, Julie insisted the back waistband of his panty stayed out, as if by accident. David was utterly mortified, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. The experience in the lingerie store, the public handing over of his underpants to Julie, his current exposure, and the knowledge of what was to come the next day all contributed to a deep sense of humility and remorse.

Julie, while stern in her execution of the punishment, hoped that this experience would be a turning point for David. It was a lesson not just in the consequences of his actions, but in empathy, respect, and the importance of understanding and upholding the dignity of women.

David shuffled along a step behind Julie. His most embarrassing moment was when a couple of younger teenage girls pointed out his panty-wearing to their mom. Their mom, sizing up the situation accurately, said, "be respectful girls, he's clearly being panty-trained. I'll explain all about it to you when we get home."

Once they were in the car, Julie turned to David, her voice firm and unwavering. "To really drive home the point of your punishment, you're going to wear that panty all day today, sleep in it tonight, and continue wearing it all of tomorrow until your spanking," she said. "This is to remind you constantly of your vulnerability and the shame you should feel for what you did. It's important that you think about the humiliation of having Violet and Matt see you in those panties, and then the humiliation of having to pull them down right in front of Violet before you're spanked by Matt."

David sat quietly into the passenger seat of the car absorbing Julie's words. The reality of his situation was sinking in deeper. The panty, a symbol of his breach of trust and the vulnerability he had imposed on Violet, was now a constant reminder of his own impending vulnerability and shame.

Throughout the car drive and the rest of the day, David was acutely aware of the unfamiliar feeling of the panty against his skin, a sensation that served as a continuous reminder of his actions and the consequences that were soon to follow. He felt a mix of anxiety, shame, and a growing understanding of the gravity of his transgression.

That night, as instructed, David slept in nothing but the panty. The unusualness of the situation kept him awake for long hours, his mind replaying the events that led to this moment and the punishment that awaited him. All night he imagined his humiliation at lowering his panties and going across a man's knee for his spanking.

The next day, Julie did not allow David to dress. She required him to stay naked but for his humiliating red lace panty. David spent his time in a state of introspection and apprehension. Wearing only the panty as a garment, he felt exposed and humiliated, even within the privacy of his home. Julie's strategy was effective; David couldn't escape the constant reminder of his upcoming punishment and the lesson it was intended to impart.

As the hour of the spanking approached, David's sense of shame intensified. The thought of having his neighbours see him like this, having to pull down the panty in front of Violet, and then submitting to a spanking from Matt, brought a new level of humiliation. It was a stark contrast to the privacy he had violated, now fully realizing the impact and severity of his actions.

As the appointed hour for the punishment arrived, there was a knock on the door. Julie turned to David, her expression resolute. "Go and answer the door," she instructed firmly.

David, feeling a deep sense of dread, hesitated. "Julie, please," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "Can't you just let them in without me doing this?"

Julie's response was unwavering. "No, David. Part of your punishment is to understand and feel the vulnerability you imposed on others. You need to answer the door just like that, in your panty."

Reluctantly, David walked to the door, his heart pounding and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. With each step, he felt the weight of his actions and the impending humiliation he was about to face.

The Preparation

[all of that was background - our scene will start here!]

David opened the door to find Matt and Violet standing there. Their initial reaction was one of surprise, quickly followed by laughter and teasing.

"Looks like you're all set for your punishment, David," Matt said, a smirk on his face. His tone was light, but there was an underlying seriousness to his words.

Violet, too, couldn't help but comment, "I must say, that's quite the look, David. It's only fitting, given what you did."

David stood there, feeling utterly exposed and humiliated, the laughter and teasing from Matt and Violet echoing the seriousness of his violation and the consequences he now faced.

Julie, standing behind David, added, "We all agreed this was necessary, David. You need to fully grasp the severity of your actions."

Julie and Violet took their seats side by side on the two-seater sofa, their expressions a mix of sternness and anticipation. Matt positioned a straight-backed, armless, wooden chair in the center of the room, facing the women, and took his seat with a serious demeanor.

He looked at David and beckoned him over with a firm gesture. David, standing in his frilly feminine panty, felt a surge of panic. The reality of the situation, the impending humiliation of the spanking, and the audience of onlookers combined to overwhelm him. He hesitated, his mind racing for a way out.

"Please, no," David implored, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't do this. I need a reprieve. Isn't there another way?"

Julie, understanding the depth of his humiliation but resolute in the decision, responded firmly. "David, you agreed to this. It's important that you follow through. You need to understand the full impact of what you did and why it's wrong."

Violet, watching the scene unfold, added, "This is about accountability, David. You violated my privacy in a very disturbing way. This punishment is a part of making that right."

Matt, still seated, maintained a steady gaze on David. "It's time to face the consequences of your actions," he said, his voice steady but not unkind.

As David stood in the center of the room, the weight of the situation fully dawned on him. He was frozen, unable to move towards Matt, who was waiting to administer the punishment. Tears began to roll down David's cheeks as he was overcome with a mix of fear, shame, and regret. His voice, trembling with emotion, was filled with pleas.

"Please, I can't do this," David begged, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry for what I did, but please, don't make me go through with this. I just can't."

Matt, seated on the chair, looked at David with a mix of firmness and a hint of compassion. He understood the depth of David's fear and shame, but he also recognized the importance of this moment in teaching David a crucial lesson about respect and boundaries.

Julie, witnessing her husband's breakdown, felt a pang of sympathy but remained resolute. "David, I understand this is hard, but you agreed to this punishment. You need to understand the gravity of your actions. What you did was not just wrong; it was a violation of trust and privacy. This is about taking responsibility."

Violet, sitting beside Julie, added, "David, what you did affected us deeply. This punishment, as hard as it is, is part of acknowledging that impact."

The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by David's soft sobbing. The emotional intensity of the moment was palpable, a stark reminder of the serious repercussions of David's actions.

As the emotional tension in the room reached a peak, Matt, sensing the need to take decisive action, stood up from his chair. He walked over to David with a determined stride.

David, seeing Matt approaching, felt a surge of panic. "No, no, no!" he yelled, his voice filled with fear and desperation. He wanted to escape the situation, but there was nowhere to go.

Matt, without hesitation, clamped his hand on David's upper arm in a firm grip, ensuring that he couldn't evade the punishment any longer. "David, it's time to face the consequences," Matt said, his voice steady.

As Matt began to lower David's panty, David tried desperately to keep it up, his hands moving frantically. But Matt's grip and determination were unyielding. "Little girls who are spanked don't get to keep their panties," Matt stated.

David's struggles were futile against Matt's resolve. The lowering of the panty was not just a physical act but a symbolic one, representing the exposure and vulnerability David had imposed on Violet.

Julie and Violet watched the scene unfold, aware of the deep discomfort and emotional intensity of the moment. They understood that this was not just about punishing David but about teaching him a profound lesson in respect, boundaries, and the consequences of violating them.

As David's panty was lowered to his ankles, he instinctively tried to cover his genitals with his hands, desperately attempting to shield himself from Violet's gaze. His face burned with humiliation, and he couldn't bear to make eye contact with her.

However, Matt, resolute in ensuring the punishment was carried out as intended, acted quickly. He moved behind David and took a firm hold of both his upper arms, pulling them back and away from his body. David's arms were rendered powerless to shield him any longer.

In this exposed and vulnerable position, David's embarrassment reached its peak. His panty was pooled around his ankles, his arms held back, and his genitals fully visible to Violet. He kept his gaze fixed downward and away, unable to meet Violet's eyes, overwhelmed by the shame of his actions.

Violet, sitting on the sofa alongside Julie, couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions – anger, disappointment, but also a sense of validation, ironic justice, and the importance of making David fully understand the consequences of his violation.

Matt, msintaining a firm and determined grip on David, guided him towards the chair. The room was silent, filled with a palpable tension as the moment of the actual punishment drew near. David, still struggling with his emotions and the stark reality of his situation, allowed himself to be led, his resistance fading under the weight of his remorse and the inevitability of what was to come.

Matt sat down on the chair, positioning himself to carry out the spanking. He then pulled David, who was now in a state of submission, over his knee. David was placed in a sprawling position, his exposed vulnerability a stark contrast to the control and disrespect he had exhibited when he violated Violet's privacy.

This position, David over Matt's knee, was not just a physical arrangement for the spanking; it was a symbolic representation of David's submission to the consequences of his actions. It was a reversal of power, a humbling experience designed to teach David the importance of respecting others' boundaries and privacy.

The Spanking

As David lay sprawled awkwardly across Matt's knee, he became acutely aware of the physical and emotional dynamics of the situation. Matt's lap felt large and solid. Matt's hard hand rested atop his soft, exposed bottom, a stark reminder of his vulnerability and the punishment that was imminent. The sensation of Matt's hand, heavy and unyielding, was a palpable symbol of the authority and control he was now under, a contrast to the disrespect and violation of boundaries David had exhibited.

The feeling of the lap and the hand, so firm and dominant against his own unprotected skin, sent a wave of realization through David. It was more than just the fear of the physical pain of the spanking; it was the deep, unsettling acknowledgment of his wrongdoing and the consequences he now had to face.

Matt questioned him, insisting he vocalize the reason for his punishment. David's voice trembled as he answered, the physical presence of Matt's hand a constant reminder of the seriousness of his transgression.

"I'm getting this spanking because I violated Violet's privacy," David admitted, his words laced with a sense of humility and contrition. "I didn't respect her boundaries. I did something terrible."

Matt commenced the spanking, each spank delivered with a firmness that left no doubt about the seriousness of the punishment. He was channeling not just the responsibility of administering the consequence but also his genuine anger and disapproval of David's behavior towards his wife.

The sound of each spank echoed in the room, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. David, feeling the full weight and force of Matt's hand, was jolted by each impact. The spanks were far from symbolic; they were real, hard, and uncompromising, reflecting the severity of David's transgression.

David's initial shock at the intensity of the spanking quickly gave way to a deeper realization of the consequences of his actions. Each spank was a tangible reminder of the disrespect he had shown, the boundaries he had crossed, and the trust he had broken.

As the spanking continued, the atmosphere in the room was heavy with the significance of what was occurring. This was more than just a personal dispute being settled; it was a profound lesson in accountability, respect, and the consequences of violating personal boundaries.

As the spanking progressed, the intensity did not wane. Matt's firm hand continued its relentless discipline on David's bare bottom, each spank a forceful reminder of the grave violation David had committed.

Amidst the ordeal, Matt spoke sternly, his words clear and commanding even over the sounds of the punishment. "Promise me you'll patch the hole in the fence and never do anything like this again," Matt demanded, ensuring that David understood the conditions of his forgiveness and the expectations for his future behavior.

David, amidst his cries and the growing discomfort from the spanking, managed to utter his promises. "I promise, I'll fix it... I'll never do it again," he said, his voice strained with pain and regret. But despite his assurances, the spanking did not cease immediately. Matt was determined to impress upon David the seriousness of his actions and the importance of these promises.

The room was filled with the sounds of the spanking and David's increasingly desperate pleas. He kicked and cried, each spank pushing him further into a state of physical and emotional distress. His pleas grew louder and more fervent, begging for the punishment to end, but Matt continued, driven by the need to ensure the lesson was fully imparted.

Julie and Violet, witnessing the scene, were caught in a tumult of emotions. While they understood the reason behind the punishment, seeing David in such a state of abject humiliation and distress was deeply unsettling. The complexity of the situation – balancing justice with compassion, punishment with empathy – was palpable in the room.

The punishment took on an even more humiliating aspect as Matt introduced a new condition. "Say 'I promise I'll be daddy's good little girl from now on,'" he instructed David, adding a layer of embarrassment to the already intense situation.

Violet and Julie, upon hearing this, couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity and humiliation of the phrase David was being forced to say. It was a stark reversal of roles and a powerful tool in underscoring David's vulnerability and submission.

David, already in a state of distress from the spanking, was mortified by the demand. He tried to evade saying the exact phrase, improvising with every possible variation but the one Matt demanded. "I promise I'll behave... I won't do it again... I'll be good," David stammered, desperately trying to avoid the specific humiliating phrase.

However, Matt was unyielding. The spanking continued relentlessly, each spank a stark reminder of David's need to comply fully. The situation was a test of David's willingness to submit and accept the consequences of his actions completely.

The room was filled with the sounds of David's attempts, the ongoing punishment, and the laughter of Violet and Julie at his stubborn refusal to say the phrase. The atmosphere was a complex mix of discipline, humiliation, and the challenge of submission.

Finally, pushed to his limit by the continued spanking and the realization that there was no escape from this demand, David relented. "I promise I'll be daddy's good little girl from now on," he uttered, his voice breaking with the strain of humiliation and discomfort.

Violet and Julie, hearing David finally say the phrase, laughed again, both at the absurdity of the words and David's stubborn resistance to saying them.

Believing that his compliance with the humiliating phrase would bring an end to his punishment, David was filled with a momentary sense of relief. However, Matt's response quickly dashed any hope of an immediate reprieve.

"No, David, once isn't enough," Matt said firmly. "You need to really mean it. Say it again."

David's heart sank as he realized the spanking wasn't over. With a trembling voice, he repeated the phrase, "I promise I'll be daddy's good little girl from now on."

Matt, still unsatisfied with David's level of submission, insisted on further repetition. "Again, David. And mean it this time," he commanded.

Each subsequent repetition of the phrase seemed to drain more of David's resistance, his voice becoming increasingly desperate and filled with emotion. "I promise I'll be daddy's good little girl from now on," David repeated, the humiliation and the ongoing spanking breaking down his defenses.

Violet and Julie, witnessing this, could see the profound impact of the punishment. David's repeated admissions, each more desperate than the last, were not just about the words themselves but about what they represented – a total acknowledgment of his wrongdoing and submission to the consequences.

Matt continued to demand the phrase, each repetition a testament to David's understanding and acceptance of the severity of his actions. The room echoed with David's voice, his pleas becoming more fervent with each repetition. David kicked and cried. He unconsciously grabbed Matt's leg with both hands as he suffered through his correction, kicking and crying, looking more like a little girl with her panty lowered across Daddy's knee than the grown man he ostensibly was.

This part of the punishment, while deeply humiliating for David, was a crucial element in the overall lesson of the day. It was about more than just physical discipline; it was a psychological and emotional reckoning, a powerful and uncomfortable journey towards realizing the full extent of his actions and the importance of respect and consent.

As the spanking continued, Matt recognized that David had reached a point of emotional and physical exhaustion. He gradually slowed the intensity of the punishment, allowing a moment of respite for David, whose bottom was marked with deep redness and discomfort. The room was filled with a tense silence, save for David's occasional sniffles and deep breaths.

After a moment, Matt spoke again, his voice stern but measured. "David," he began, "I want you to admit what you were doing as you peered through that hole. Be honest."

David's face flushed with shame, and he hesitated for a long moment. He swallowed hard, his reluctance to speak evident in his trembling voice. "I... I was... I was...masturbating," he finally admitted in a barely audible whisper, his shame and humiliation palpable.

The confession hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the invasion of privacy and the disrespectful behavior that had led to this moment. David's admission was a deeply uncomfortable moment of honesty, emphasizing the gravity of his actions and the profound shame he felt.

Julie and Violet, who had been silently observing, exchanged a glance that conveyed a mix of discomfort and acknowledgment. This admission was an uncomfortable but essential step in David's journey of understanding and redemption.

With David's admission, a critical threshold in the punishment was crossed. Matt, recognizing the significance of this confession, finally relented. He allowed David to stand up, signaling the end of the physical aspect of the spanking.

Attempted Masturbation

David, his face etched with humiliation and pain, slowly got to his feet. He instinctively clutched at his deep red, bruised backside, a physical testament to the severity of his punishment. The room was filled with a tense silence, a mixture of relief and anticipation of what might come next.

It was at this point that Violet revealed the final, and perhaps most challenging, part of David's punishment. Her voice was steady but firm as she addressed him.

"David, you need to fully understand the gravity of your actions," Violet began. "Your punishment isn't over yet. You violated my privacy in a very intimate and disturbing way. So, as the final part of your punishment, you must replicate what you did while peering through the hole. You will do it here, to completion, with all of us watching."

The shock of Violet's demand hit David like a physical blow. The thought of performing such an act, already deeply shameful in privacy, in front of an audience, and especially those he had wronged, was overwhelming. His humiliation, already at a peak from the spanking and admissions, deepened to a new level.

David, standing there, his body still aching from the spanking, was faced with a daunting choice. This last part of the punishment was designed to make him experience a fraction of the vulnerability and exposure he had imposed on Violet, a lesson in empathy and respect taken to its extreme.

The room was thick with tension as everyone waited for David's response. This moment was not just about the act itself but about confronting the deepest aspects of shame, respect, and the consequences of one's actions in a stark and undeniable way.

Julie, taking a pragmatic approach to Violet's demand for the final part of David's punishment, fetched a towel from the bathroom. She laid it on the floor and turned to David with a direct and unyielding expression. The atmosphere in the room was tense, charged with the gravity of what was being asked of him.

"Stand on the towel and proceed, David," Julie instructed, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

David, still reeling from the physical and emotional toll of the spanking and his admissions, was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread at the thought of this final act. "Please, I can't do this... it's too much," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.

Julie, understanding the extreme nature of this demand yet firm in her resolve, presented David with an ultimatum. "You have a choice, David. Either you do this now, or you'll receive a belt whipping from Matt and then do it afterward."

The starkness of the choice laid before him left David with no choice The humiliation of performing such an intimate and private act in front of others was almost unfathomable, yet the alternative of additional physical punishment followed by the same act was even worse.

With the weight of the ultimatum pressing down on him, David reluctantly reached for his penis and began to comply with the humiliating demand. All eyes in the room were fixed on him, an audience to this deeply intimate and embarrassing act.

The room was enveloped in a heavy, uncomfortable silence as David carried out the final part of his punishment. His face was flushed with shame, and his body trembled with humiliation. The knowledge that Violet, Julie, and Matt were watching him perform this act, which had initially been a violation of their privacy, was a profound and unsettling experience.

As David continued, his discomfort and humiliation were palpable, a testament to the power of this punishment in driving home the profound lesson he needed to learn.

Julie, keenly observant of David's half-hearted effort, decided to add a sense of urgency to the situation. She addressed him firmly, her tone leaving no room for delay.

"David, unless you've completed your task in two more minutes, Matt will whip you, and then you'll have to try again," she warned. Matt removed his belt.

The gravity of Julie's threat hung in the air, and David, his eyes wide with anxiety, understood that he had no choice but to comply. The prospect of the belt whipping, with Matt already doubling up the belt in his hand, was a powerful motivator.

With a sense of desperation, David began to frantically rub, driven by the fear of the impending consequence. His embarrassment and humiliation were now coupled with a deep sense of urgency, his actions reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Matt's smile, though intimidating, also held a hint of understanding. He knew that this was a difficult and uncomfortable lesson for David, but it was one that needed to be learned. Holding the belt as a visual reminder of the potential punishment, he watched as David's actions became more frantic, a clear indication of the effectiveness of the threat in ensuring compliance.

In a desperate bid to comply with the time limit and the looming threat of the belt whipping, David resorted to a deeply intimate and unconventional action. With trembling hands, he reached behind himself and inserted a finger into his bum.

The room fell into a shocked silence as everyone watched in astonishment. David's face was a tumultuous mix of humiliation, desperation, and anxiety as he resorted to this extreme measure to complete the task.

Matt, still holding the doubled-up belt, exchanged a surprised glance with the women. The situation had taken an unexpected and amusing turn.

David's actions grew increasingly frantic and intense as he desperately tried to achieve the goal within the rapidly dwindling time frame. With his finger inserted and moving deeply and vigorously, his efforts became a frantic race against the clock.

The room was filled with a palpable tension as seconds ticked away, and David's actions intensified. His face was contorted with a mixture of shame, humiliation, and sheer desperation as he pushed himself to the limit.

As the seconds counted down, David's movements became even more violent and urgent.

However, it wasn't to be. David's penis never fully erected and as the seconds ticked down it became increasingly apparent that he would fail.

"All right, David, that will do," Julie said. "I must say, that was some enthusiastic finger fucking," Julie added, her voice tinged with humor.

Matt, holding the belt, chuckled and said, "I guess desperation knows no bounds."

"Matt, could you?" Asked Julie, asking Matt to impose the final humiliation the three had agreed upon.

Manhandled

With a gentle but firm touch, Matt pulled David back over his lap, positioning him as needed for the next phase.

David, still trembling with the memory of the earlier spanking, feared another round of punishment, this time with the belt! Tears welled up in his eyes as he anticipated the worst. He cried out desperately, "Please, no more spanking! Please!"

Matt, understanding David's fear, shushed him gently, his hand on David's back to comfort him. "It's not another spanking, David," he reassured. "But we need to take care of you now."

Julie handed Matt a jar of cold cream. Matt nodded in appreciation and proceeded to apply the soothing cream to David's burning cheeks and his well-finger-fucked bottom hole. His touch was gentle and caring, a stark contrast to the earlier punishment.

David's cries slowly turned into sighs of relief as the cold cream provided much-needed relief to his sore and sensitive skin. The room was filled with a sense of tenderness and care, a recognition that while David had faced the consequences of his actions, he was also deserving of compassion and comfort.

With David positioned over his lap, Matt maintained a gentle but firm hold on him, providing comfort and support during this sensitive moment. He shifted slightly between David's legs, ensuring that he could effectively soothe his penis.

David's reaction to Matt's touch was one of surprise and vulnerability. His penis, which had been well-rubbed during the earlier part of his punishment, was still sensitive and sore. As Matt continued to offer comfort through his touch, David's reaction became increasingly complex. Despite his pleas and words, his body betrayed a different response. He found himself becoming aroused by Matt's soothing touch, his physical desires conflicting with his verbal protests.

David, torn between his spoken pleas and the undeniable physical reaction, began to beg Matt with a mix of embarrassment and desperation. "Please, Matt, don't..." he implored, his voice quivering with conflicting emotions. His words were in stark contrast to the undeniable physical response that his body exhibited.

"You like it here?" Matt asked as he penetrated David's bum hole with his finger as he continued rubbing David's cock and balls with his other hand.

Matt's question hung in the air, loaded with a sense of understanding and implication. He continued to provide soothing touch, supplementing the rubbing of David's penis with a finger in his bottom hole. It was a deliberate and intimate gesture, meant to elicit a response from David.

David, his body responding to Matt's touch despite his earlier protests, found himself in an incredibly vulnerable and conflicted state. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he responded to Matt's question. "I... I don't know," he stammered, his words a reflection of the internal struggle he was experiencing.

The room remained charged with tension, the women watching with a mixture of empathy and curiosity as David navigated the complex emotions and sensations coursing through him. Matt's actions and question had pushed David into uncharted territory, forcing him to confront desires and vulnerabilities he had never anticipated.

As the intense and intimate moment continued to unfold, the combination of Matt's touch and David's conflicting emotions became overwhelming. David's body reacted uncontrollably, and in a sudden and unexpected release of tension, he cried out in shame as he spurted across Matt's lap.

The room fell into a stunned silence as everyone processed this turn of events. David's face was flushed with embarrassment, his body trembling with a mixture of arousal and shame.

Matt maintained his composure and continued to support David. He offered a reassuring touch and a soft-spoken reassurance. "It's okay, David," he said gently, recognizing the overwhelming nature of the situation.

Julie's voice, though firm, held a sense of command as she issued her directive to David. "David, go to your knees in front of Matt," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

David, his face still flushed with embarrassment and arousal, obeyed Julie's command, moving to a kneeling position in front of the seated Matt. The room remained in a heavy silence, the tension palpable as everyone watched with a mixture of curiosity and recognition of the gravity of the moment.

Julie continued, her voice unwavering, "Lick his lap clean, David. Swallow every drop you released on his lap and on the floor."

David, though overwhelmed by the situation, understood the need to follow through with Julie's instructions. With a deep breath, he began to carry out the directive, using his tongue to clean Matt's lap and the area on the floor where he had released himself.

Julie's voice held a sense of finality as she issued her last directive to David. "David, go stand with your nose in the corner," she instructed firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

David, his body still trembling with a mix of emotions, obeyed Julie's command and moved to the designated spot, his blazing red bottom now prominently on display. It was a position that emphasized his vulnerability and the consequences of his actions. Julie moved to David, reached between his legs, and pulled out his spent cock and balls, making him then clamp his thighs together to keep them humbled there for what was to be a very embarrassing, uncomfortable, and prolonged timeout.

Julie, with a sense of resolve, turned to her neighbors, Matt and Violet. She offered a sincere and heartfelt apology for her husband's behavior, acknowledging the discomfort and intrusion it had caused. "I'm truly sorry for everything," she said, her voice tinged with regret.

As a final gesture, Julie bid her neighbors farewell, her words carrying a sense of closure to the challenging and emotional ordeal they had all experienced together.

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So, what do you think? Will that make a good roleplay? My only stipulation is that the spanking be fully appropriate to the imagined behaviour!

Update on David's Man-Spanking

It looks like it's going to happen! I asked David if I should book it, and he said "I guess so...". That's all I needed. I reached out to Violet and she is very excited to help. She has the perfect Daddy-Dom in mind whom I will refer to as Matt (not sure if the name she gave me is his real name or not, but I'll change it here anyways). It will happen in later January.

David has left it entirely in my hands. I've discussed with Violet, and we've decided on a roleplay. We brainstormed some ideas together and came up with a fun plotline. Violet seemed a bit disappointed that there would be no cock involved. She says Matt has a beautiful big one that reliably stays rock-hard and has great endurance when fucking sissy boys. She offered it as an option, but I declined on David's behalf, respecting his boundaries. Violet is of course all about respecting boundaries and was very cool with that. Apparently, forced bi is a growing line of business for her. She often does it more in the context of a straightforward dungeon-style domination session. But she really enjoys the creativity and acting involved in a more elaborate plot-based roleplay, so was delighted that I'd be writing a fun scene for us.

The scene will be that David was caught ogling our next door neighbour, played by Violet, while she was sunbathing topless in her own private high-fenced yard. David had drilled a hole so he could peep on her. Matt, Violet's husband, had spotted him in the act from their second floor window. Matt was enraged. He told Violet, who felt deeply offended and betrayed, her privacy compromised, and embarrassed that David had seen her bare breasts. Matt wants to beat the crap out of him. Violet thinks that's too extreme, but wants to see justice meted out. Violet and I are best friends. She feels sorry and embarrassed for me as well. She tells Matt to leave it to her. Matt agrees, but says whatever is decided upon, he needs to be involved.

Violet comes over and tells me what Matt saw. I believe her, but want the definitive proof. I tell her I'll go re-point the security cameras pointed that way so that when we confront him we'll have the evidence in hand to force whatever outcome we wish.

Sure enough, the security cam caught him in the act. Not only peeping, but cock out and masturbating too, something Matt had not seen from his vantage. Violet is grossed out and violated that he had been rubbing himself like a complete pervert. The three of us come up with a plan.

They come over and we confront David. Oh, he's sorry now. We tell him there's plenty of evidence to have him locked up as a sex offender. He begs and pleads. We say he can avoid it, but he must agree to whatever punishment we choose. He frantically agrees.

So, nice setup, right?

• I'm thinking the punishment will involve a bare-hand spanking over Matt's lap, of course.
• I think he should be fully nude for it, the punishment fitting the crime.
• To emphasize how vulnerable women feel when being ogled, I'll panty him for a few days before.
• I'll make him answer the door in just his panties (that's where the scene will start).
• Matt will strip his panties off him before his spanking, and display him to Violet.
• After the spanking I'll have him stand there and recreate his masturbation.
• I'll give a time limit else it's the belt from Matt.
• In his desperation to get off before time has expired, he'll stick a finger up his bum of his own accord.
• Time expires but he's nowhere near cumming. Seeing the state of his ass, we let him off the beating, but Matt takes him across his lap and masturbates him, and hand on his cock, a finger up his bum!

The masturbation and hand job I have not cleared with david in advance. He'll find out from reading this blog. He has no reason to complain. The slut's already been hand jobbed by a guy in Spain once. If I agree to no cock for him, he has to agree to this for me. Fair's fair.

What do you guys think? Good scenario? Humiliating enough? Good set of activities planned? Any other suggestions?

This will be fun!

Book Review

One of my long-time readers read my latest book very carefully (after I told him he had to - he fears discovery from his wife), and gave me a detailed review over email which I reproduce below.

Get it a your local Amazon.

[The second volume (M/F) is coming out soon, just in time for Christmas, so stay tuned for that!]

Definitely my relationship with him inspired these stories to a certain extent, as you will read below, as he has a bit of a niece fetish! I've altered his reviews a bit to better conceal personal details of his, but thought it would be fun to reproduce his thoughts here for you all (and a bit embarrassing for him which is a bonus – "but, but, those thought were just for you and me, Julie! Wahhhhhh!" No, he knows his reviews are being published.). To he who shall remain unnamed, thank you for your marvellous reviews!

His self insights are interesting, sometimes profound, and amusing to me. He sent me each review in a separate email as he went through each chapter. We had a sexy banter back and forth which I enjoyed greatly. In the below, anything in blue is either something I wrote back or a reflection/comment I'm adding as I prepare this post.

Any other readers out there, reviews are always welcome so feel free to do the same! And, by the way, there is only one (really good!) written review posted on Amazon, and only 8 ratings (70% of them 4 or 5 stars, but an annoying 2 star without explanation, probably from a hater?). This despite about 300 copies sold. Please, please, please go to Amazon and rate it. Your name is not posted by default, and it's very tough for anyone who even has the account login to find your review, so it's pretty safe!)

Story 1: Spanked for Gawking

A niece visits her aunt and uncle for some pool time.

The setup for the story of Tim, Amanda and Tina is very believable and relatable. Thinking about it, I am in a FLR, as are many/most(?) men, minus the spanking, unfortunately. We make a pretense of shared responsibility and decision making, but the reality is,  my wife runs the household. I also have a long history of ogling and fantasizing about our grown niece. I’m a little surprised that there aren’t more Uncle/Niece fantasies out there. It feels like it has just the right amount of “taboo-ness” to it. Wrong enough to be exciting, but not so wrong that you’re feeling too guilty to be aroused. The swimming pool scene brought back memories of when my niece was in her physical prime. She truly had a “butt to die for” along with the rest of her body, and she didn’t mind showing it off in tiny bikinis.

I love how Tina progresses in the story from seemingly innocent to apologetic to giggling as she witnesses Uncle Tim’s punishment and embarrassment. By the end she seems to be very comfortable with the sexy, teasing niece role. It makes me want a chapter two to see how far Tina will go to tempt her uncle into transgression and inevitable punishment. Will she be interested in delivering spankings to her uncle? Will she take the cock-teasing too far and get her juicy bottom paddled by Amanda?

I didn’t know how I would feel about the belt whipping by Granddad. In my situation, it wouldn’t be necessary. My wife is a very strong and fit woman and would be very able to deliver a severe beating. But imagining being beaten by a man did not detract from my arousal, especially with the humiliation of three women witnessing it with their ears.

The story left me wanting more. I’m very sure Uncle Tim is very sorry he was beaten twice for ogling his niece, but I am just as sure he hasn’t learned his lesson. I think he will try to be more careful in the future, but will inevitably be caught again and again, with progressively more severe consequences.

I loved this story! Given that the word “niece” is now all that is required to tickle my erogenous zones, I was hard as I read it for the first time, even though my wife was sitting in the same room with me, sipping her morning coffee, having no idea what I was reading and thinking about. 

🍆 🍆 🍆 🍆  out of 5

This was in part inspired by his niece fetish, but also by that time when my husband looked at our niece's ass. In his defense, she was a dancer and was hanging out in our kitchen wearing ass-hugging leggings, and she never noticed it, but I did, and spanked him for it later!

Story 2: A Naked Husband

A husband is caught in the nude by his wife and her sister as they are touring their new house.

Wow! Have you been spying on me? Did you somehow get access to our Ring cameras? I feel like your stories are revealing that you know things about me that I’ve never told you. I felt so many connections to the story of Mark, Emily and Susie that it doesn’t feel like a coincidence. Maybe it’s just my confirmation bias showing. Maybe it’s my childish tendency to make everything about me. Or maybe I’m just not as unique as I think I am and lots of other people do and think like me.

It begins with the pocket door. We don’t have an elegant bathroom like Mark and Emily, but our house, built in the 1960’s has several pocket doors. I didn’t think of that as a modern feature. Then there is Mark’s below the waist shaving routine. I also keep my balls and asshole shaved. Not because I’m planning to receive a blowjob anytime soon and I’m never going to be pegged by my wife. (“Fuck no! I’m not gonna be your gay boyfriend!”) But I keep doing it because it feels like something I should keep doing.

As I went through the dialogue of Emily berating Mark, it occurred to me that my wife actually does spank me. Almost daily and quite frequently. But the spankings are verbal. Often deserved, sometimes not. They always hurt. Maybe longer than physical spankings would. I struggle to please her, but I somehow always fail to meet her expectations.

Another area where I diverge from the story is my wife has never been complimentary about my cock. Quite the opposite, she very freely and frequently intimates that I am inadequate. Usually in a joking way, but everyone gets the message. As much as my sister-in-law might think she wants to see me naked, I’m sure her thrill would quickly diminish into laughter once she saw how I am equipped. My little penis definitely would not be “flopping around” as I ran to clean up the mess. The humiliation of being caught naked has to be much greater when one has a small penis, no? 

As with “Caught Gawking” I found myself wishing for a second chapter. I imagine Susie would be very interested in learning more about Emily’s and Mark’s pegging. Perhaps she would like to see a demonstration or even participate? It’s just family, right?

🍆🍆🍆1/2 out of 5

P.S. he is not joking about his penis size. It's very cute! He sent me this gauge and identified himself as "Extra Small" on it.

Here is our reviewer's flaccid penis.

When it gets erect it's only about 4.5" long!

Compare that to my husband at just over 8". Past the 5" mark, past the 6" mark, and then 2" more after that!

So the angst he reports on is quite real, poor baby. Imagine being caught by a woman showing off that 'lil 'nubbin? You'd get the "little pinky" sign whenever you entered a room followed by the laughs from ALL the women present.

Story 3: A Difficult Husband

A wife has had enough of her husband's verbal abuse and misbehaviour.

I LOVED this story! It pressed so many buttons! It just kept getting better and better with each page as John sunk lower and lower into pain, humiliation and emasculation.

I’ve never treated my wife anything close to the way John has treated Mary, but I have acted like a child and I admit I still do sometimes. I definitely could benefit from having my attitude adjusted.

Ear pulling: It’s amazing how much pain and control can be achieved by ears. It made me recall a session with a pro. She really enjoyed pulling and BITING my ears while I was already restrained. It was such a different, intense kind of pain that I was truly afraid in a way I had never been before.

Overpowered by a woman: my wife is not just “strong for a woman”. She is just plain strong and would not have a problem overpowering any untrained man. I love the feeling of being helpless. I would love to experience the feeling of truly having no choice and no ability to stop what’s happening or even fight back. The image of John being carried, literally kicking and screaming to that couch by Mary and Sarah…I want to know that feeling of being taken to be raped by an impossibly sized dildo and not being able to do anything but cry and beg.

Attitude adjusting, true punishment spanking: I have never endured anything close to this level of beating. I truly wish my wife would vent her frustration and disappointment with me by using a paddle. I think it would definitely feel so satisfying for her to reduce me to a puddle of tears. And I think it would improve my efforts to be the person she needs me to be.

Small penis humiliation: Right on cue, after I mentioned it in the previous review, John’s laughably inadequate penis is put on full display for Sarah to evaluate. As I mentioned, my wife has no problem calling out my inadequacy publicly, albeit in a “joking” manner. But I’m certain that she has discussed my intimate shortcoming with her sister privately. I can’t imagine girls wouldn’t talk about those things. Mary even calls John’s penis “cute”. I remember when you did the same thing to me, publicly on your blog! How embarrassing and emasculating!

Exposed to family: I can feel John shivering and shuddering with embarrassment as Mary answers the door and welcomes Sarah in. It’s such a huge step when intimate, humiliating details are no longer private between a man and wife.

Sarah narrating his cocksucking and assfucking: Calling John a “girl” and making him look her in the eye while he’s being fucked. It forces John to face what is really happening to him. His life is changing forever. He can’t even close his eyes and try to make it all go away like a bad dream. The way things kept getting worse for John I’m sure has his imagination running wild, wondering how far Mary and Sarah will ultimately take things.

Strapon: What must John have been thinking when Sarah suggested the strapon, Mary went to look for it, and he watched helplessly as Mary put it on? “What have I done to myself?”

I REALLY would like to see a continuation to this story! I can’t imagine that Mary and Sarah are finished with John or that they are satisfied that he has sufficiently paid his debt for the way he has treated Mary. What else could be in store for him? Girls that have a clit and suck and get fucked need to be put in panties, right? Maybe fully feminized and crossdressed? Exposed to other family members and friends? Mary does deserve to have a real man with a real cock to satisfy her while John watches. Maybe John shouldn’t ever be allowed to cum again. At least, cum like a man. Chastity cage? Maybe Mary will graciously share her real man boyfriend with John and make him feel like a real woman?

🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆/5 Loved it!

P.S. I’m trying to go slow and savor these amazing stories. So far, I’m not letting myself cum so my ratings stay consistent and not dependent on my state of horniness. I need to admit, I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying this book so far. I mean, i knew I would like it, but I didn’t imagine it would hit me like this. It’s never a good idea to underestimate Julie!

Yeah!

Story 4: Athletic Daughter Spanks Father

A College-age daughter, an athlete, lives alone with her verbally abusive father and decides to turn the tables on him.

Last night I read about Sarah and Fred. I love the idea of being “manhandled” by a woman. I would really like the powerless feeling of being forced to submit instead of consenting to it. Of course there is the chance that I could be forced by someone I REALLY don’t want to submit to. But, as someone once told me, “Submitting to what you like is NOT submission.” I imagine that is what poor Fred is feeling. Stripped naked and spanked and belt whipped by force by your own DAUGHTER is not something you could easily recover from.

I felt like this story needed more. Not sure what, though, without making it super-incest-y. As I said before, lust for a niece seems just the right amount of taboo.

I’m glad we didn’t have a daughter. Besides the drama and fearing for her safety, I’m afraid I couldn’t control myself around a young, beautiful woman living with us. I mean, she would be a younger version of my beautiful wife! How long could I keep myself from sniffing her panties? How old would she be before I couldn’t resist???

🍆🍆🍆/5

I'm sure if you had a daughter you'd have a totally different attitude towards her specifically.

My enjoyment for the Daddy/daughter dynamic is informed by my own fantasies concerning father figures and even my Dad in particular. I'd love to give my Dad a spanking if he was into it!

But I understand it's not for everybody.

Story 5: Speeder Punished

A working man is caught driving recklessly.

I really feel like I’ve seen this story or something quite similar before. False memory?

I had mixed feeling about this one. I felt some empathy for Pete. Even though his cock is twice the size of mine, he still rarely gets to experience Loraine’s pussy. Still, “rarely” is still more often than my almost pussy-free life. I would be ecstatic if my wife had me regularly lick her to multiple orgasms and allowed occasional supervised masturbation. Then add spanking… if that is all it took to get her to start spanking me, I would be testing the speed limits much more often. I loved the beatings and embarrassing exposure, but if I had nine inches, I would be looking for exposure! I’m still intrigued whenever I read about “more than you can take” spankings and have to take it anyway. Having one officer restrain while the other belted was a nice touch. I still want that experience some day!

Things that didn’t sit right with me: Why didn’t the officers have names? I liked the descriptions. It helped my imagination, but they should have names. Second, I was uncomfortable with Christianity being thrown under the bus. We’re just people, like everybody else, with lots of differences, including sex. Maybe especially sex. It was minor, but it distracted me. Finally, although the thought of two pretty law enforcement officers having their way with me is exciting, whatever that way may be, I’m also disturbed about the growth of the police-state in our countries. Maybe I’m reaching for something not to like here, but I feel it.

I would really like to have my wife be more like Loraine, though!

🍆🍆🍆/5

I love the theme of the big-cocked man being under the thumb of his woman. I mean, he could do some real damage with that cock if allowed to roam free. That's why men, especially large-cocked men, need their wives as keepers.

I was very respectful of Christianity in my story, I thought. I feel like a Christian in spirit myself, though I do not believe the more fairy-tale aspects of it.

Also, these cops were good cops! They made it a point of realizing their fantasy only on a man who truly deserved it and volunteered for the summary justice instead of a big fine, jail, and a criminal record. Blue lives matter!

Story 6: A Spanking by the Lake

A teenage boy, trying to impress his three girl-cousins, disobeys his parents and takes the canoe out unsupervised onto the lake.

This story evoked some memories for me. As a boy, I remember being so naive, and self-conscious while still desperate to attract the attention of girls my age. I think I would have died if my little penis and balls were exposed to girls then.

When I was about nine years old, I saw my first pussy! I was part of a group of neighborhood kids, all older than me. There was a lot of unsupervised time and some risqué games. Losers got spanked or exposed. I was terrified of losing these games. But the two older girls and one older boy weren’t interested in making me lose. So I was just allowed to watch. One day, a girl lost and the boy got to pull down the front of her swimsuit while the other girl and I watched. I remember Tammy saying, “Oh, Louise!” as the boy pulled further than he was supposed to. Probably all I saw was pubic hair, but at that age, I didn’t know there was anymore than that to see.

There was a lot I didn’t know at that age. When I got an erection in the bathtub, it scared me. Finally, at about age 13, I figured out how to masturbate by reading about it. After that, I jerked off for hours every day with my Dad’s Playboy magazines.

Back to the story. When Jimmy got his swimsuit lowered in front of the girls, I felt the embarrassment. I also got hard. Unlike Jimmy, I had no idea about women’s sexual arousal response at his age. I just knew they made me tingle inside. I also recall the term “bare bottom spanking” giving me similar tingles, just by reading the words.

Knowing what kids are like, I can’t help thinking about what Jimmy’s cousins will be able to make him do. Three against one. Their word against his. Poor Jimmy has no chance.

Somehow I envy him!

🍆🍆🍆1/2 / 5

This was a straight up disciplinary spanking of a young teen who took the canoe out onto the lake while his parents were away and when he had been specifically forbidden to do so by his parents. No life jacket even! It was apparent he did it to impress his girl-cousins. When his parents got home unexpectedly early and saw him on the lake, he was made to paddle in and then got his comeuppance, bathing suit down, on the lakeshore in front of the girls. He deserved it!

Story 7: Punished for Masturbation

A stay-at-home husband has been masturbating for hours every day and neglecting his household duties.

This one truly has it all! Right from the beginning, I, like James, tend to spend a LOT of time masturbating, leading my wife to become frustrated by my lack of productivity, and attention to detail, as well as overall forgetfulness. I’m sure she has her suspicions about what’s taking up so much of my attention, but I’ve never been caught with my pants down. Yet.

The thought of my wife and niece walking in on me makes me shudder. I know neither, and especially my niece, would look at me the same way again. My niece at 19 was at her physical peak. Modelesque perfection. Somehow that would make what happens next that much worse.

I make it a point to use a browser now that doesn’t remember history, but sometimes I forget to cover my tracks. If I ever left BDSMLR open and my niece and wife discovered it, I would have a LOT of explaining to do. No amount of apologies would mitigate the trouble I would be in.

To have to watch my niece discover ALL my fantasies – my wife using a strapon, my wife forcing me to watch a real man fuck her… i would desperately be hoping my niece didn’t make it to my fantasies about her. I would almost be relieved that she stopped looking when my wife came back with the strap. Almost. An angry spanking from my wife would be brutal. A strapping would be more than I could take. I would be mortified that my niece was being treated to a close inspection of my little penis and balls, but the pain would soon make me forget about that. To have my niece take pity on me and hold my hands down during the beating, having to look in her eyes as I screamed and sobbed would be emasculating to my core. Having her inspect the damage while intimately touching me would be too much to process. Being abused, degraded and emasculated by my beautiful, powerful wife while my stunning niece watched with amusement and pity would leave me mentally and physically broken.

I’m afraid the ship has long since sailed, but I think there was a time when my wife might not have been too weirded out at the thought of a chastity cage. I think it would have done me a lot of good. There would be a danger, though, in having a key holder that has never been that interested in sex. But it is the perfect punishment for excessive masturbation, which I have always been guilty of. Being locked in chastity while my niece watches and tries not to laugh. Then having to demonstrate my oral sex technique while she tries to coach me… I know I would be dying of embarrassment while also feeling my little penis struggling in its prison.

Truthfully, if I had to lick my wife to orgasm every night, while being denied my own, either by chastity cage or not, I would be more than OK with it. Seeing, feeling and hearing my wife cum is one of the greatest pleasures of my life. I even suggested it early in our marriage that I should have to give her 10 orgasms to earn one for me. She didn’t think that was fair and we never did it. Still, whenever we did have sex I tried to give her at least two orgasms. If I had to go without but could be with her when she orgasmed, it would be torture. But a good kind of torture.

Online pussy licking class? Sign me up! I’ve done plenty of independent study, but I’ve always felt I’m not as good as I could be. My wife says no, that I’m not lacking anything in that department, but why doesn’t she ever want sex with me then???

As the story continues to its climax, my only regret is that my wife doesn’t have a second sister with daughters that I could visualize participating. I love every teasing conversation Chloe has with James. She has to know what it does to him. Beautiful, cruel cock-tease. I love it! I also love how Emily intends to keep James pussy-free, at least for the foreseeable future. I certainly identify with that!

The big reveal of James’ original crime and punishment to the sisters and other nieces had me recalling the feeling I get every time my proclivities and perversions are revealed to someone new. I think I appear pretty boring and normal to most people. I just want to melt when my secrets are revealed. Knowing they’ll never see me the same way hurts. And I need it to hurt. I really am pathetic. If only they knew. My wife knows quite a bit. But her sister and niece don’t. Unless she told them!

Chloe volunteers to help supervise her father’s masturbation! Once again, I’m glad I don’t have a daughter. The sexual tension would ruin me.

I love how bold Chloe is, manipulating James’ cage as he is forced to stand for examination in front of all the women. Something tells me James’ is going to be Chloe’s bitch going forward, with Emily’s approval, of course. Will he be allowed/ordered to practice his oral skills on her? To improve his endurance, of course!

My penis is as hard as it can get right now, imagining my sister-in-law ordering me to bend over and spread my cheeks for inspection.

Forced masturbation for an audience. Fantasies exposed. Fantasies of being cucked and fucked by a man. Having my wife want to pursue it! Being forced to admit that I want it. I want it, Julie! OMG, I want to suck a cock! I want to lick another man’s cum out of my wife's pussy! I want a man to fuck me! I want my niece to know it!

Being driven crazy with tease and denial. Cumming on my wife's beautiful thighs. So horny. Not caring. Licking it up while they all watch me disgrace myself.

Strapon trained by my wife. Strapped by her sister. Threatened with forced bi relations giving and receiving, while they all watch?!

This was a perfect story. Loved every word!

🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆/5

Wow, so pleased that one hit on all cylinders! It's a classic scenario, having your secret perversions revealed. What spanko can't relate to that? 

Story 8: Beach Wedgie

A fully clothed man visits a beach and uses his camera in inappropriate ways.

I am loving going through this book with you!

I identify with Michael a lot. For much of my youth, I was a scrawny, weak, nerdy kid. I think my mind sometimes still thinks I’m that kid to this day. Of course, I didn’t have a smart phone to take photos, but I was caught looking many times by women well beyond my reach. I don’t know which reaction was more humiliating, anger or laughter. I still look and sometimes take photos today. I truly deserve to get caught and punished for looking at asses without permission!

The wedgie torture brought back two memories, one from around grade 7, where the boys in my class would have wedgie fights in the locker room. I was scared to death of these and avoided them at all costs. At about the same time in my life, I remember rigging up some ropes in the bathroom over the sturdy shower door frame and hanging myself by my crotch. This story has my wanting to try to rig something up in my gym to see if I can hang myself with an old pair of underwear.

Poor Michael helplessly hanging there, too weak to pull himself up for even a moment of relief reminded me of how intrigued I am by predicament bondage where you can only reduce one torture by increasing another.

The very public naked spanking had me very aroused while also thinking about how mortifying it would happen irl.

And the final photo they took on his phone to complete his humiliation…”Jerk off to that,” she said, tossing him the phone…I most certainly would! After the sand rash had sufficiently healed.

This one grew on me.

🍆🍆🍆🍆/5

The main female protagonist is a takes-no-shit Aussie lifeguard suited up Baywatch style. She sentenced him to a hanging underpants wedgie until he begged her for a public spanking to be let down! Fun to write.

Story 9: Women's Work

A man quits his job due to stress; however, he does not pick up the slack at home.

This one is special!

I’m not going to be so arrogant as to suggest that this story was written just for me or about me. I’m sure that other readers of yours share very similar fantasies and fetishes. But…this story contained so many “dots” from my real life and connected them to my fantasies in a way that I almost believe it could be true. Or could’ve been. It’s as if the dials on the control panels of Larry/me, Sarah/my wife, Mary/her sister, Elizabeth/our niece were tweaked, adjusted and fine-tuned to produce this different, but not completely different version of our lives.

I read another piece of erotic fiction where the sex lives of a couple were dramatically changed by their neighbors. One of the characters says, "What if…? is the most dangerous question anyone can ask." Because what you are really imagining is everyone, including you, is a different person than they are now, not the same people doing different things.

Still, I can’t stop wishing that this story was at least a little bit true.

The story hits so many of my fantasies: spanking with witnesses, small penis humiliation, forced cross-dressing and feminization (although I fit nicely into women’s medium panties!), strapons, even (gulp) castration.

I love Sarah calling Larry “girl” and “whore”. Being verbally degraded is still a huge turn on for me. Having to service her and then be allowed to go masturbate would be amazing having her watch me do it - even better.

I love the three women conspiring to take all of Larry’s agency away and beginning the process of emasculation so quickly. He can hope it stays “consensual” but he really has no choice but to comply.

I love the complete humiliation of being forced to strip completely naked and ask for spankings from completely clothed women. CFNM!

I love how the spankings get ramped up, starting with mostly “just” embarrassing to real punishment-level painful.

I love how Mistress Elizabeth is so bold about intimately touching Larry. Even her suggestion of castration was hot! This is a recently added fetish of mine. I don’t know what triggered it or how something so frightening can be so arousing for me. Plus the fact that Larry was completely guilty of the crime that the women agreed was worthy of castration…

This was the point in the story when I lost control: When Mistress Elizabeth started stroking Larry’s cock. As I’ve read each of these stories, I’ve edged to maintain the highest level of mental and physical stimulation possible and also keep my reviews consistent. But at this point in the story, I couldn’t stop it. I came. Hard. This is the first story I couldn’t finish without cumming.

I thought I was at least starting to get over my lustful infatuation, but now I can’t stop thinking about my niece as my Mistress! When I started the story again the next day, I saw that of all the characters, Elizabeth is by far the least like her real life counterpart. If only she was! If only my niece was more of a seductive tease, a cruel punisher, a mind-fucker like Elizabeth! If only there was a way for her to know my secrets and use them against me and make me her bitch! I can’t stop thinking about her looking at my naked body and smirking, humping against her thighs, her exposing my arousal for her to my wife, her caressing my bottom, asshole and penis, squeezing my balls, threatening castration, beating my bottom, thighs, and asshole until I am kicking, begging, and crying. Her breaking me…

I think there will be a strapon party in Larry’s future involving all three women. Since Mary and Liz seem to be the experts, it seems natural that they would want to show Sarah the ins and outs of pegging. Three women with huge strapons. Poor Larry with only 2 holes will be busy! I would be in heaven! At least until the dildo started stretching me more than I could handle. And my Mistress/niece laughing at my pain.

Larry being totally feminized and taken out in public is a step into humiliation I have never taken. There was a time when I had everything I needed to do it: bra, false breasts, panties, corset, dress, shaved legs, stockings, high heels, wig…just not the courage. Way before I knew you. I bet you could’ve persuaded me.

I wonder if the neighbors will use Larry for more than cleaning? I wonder if the hunky husband will give him more than his belt? Will the women watch "Larissa" lose her anal virginity?

I wonder if Sarah will keep Larry pussy-free forever? If she found him disappointing before, won’t she need to find a real man, not a feminized sissy, to take care of her needs? I would fully support it if my wife wanted to do that. I want her to be sexually satisfied even if it isn’t with me.

🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆💦💦/5

Thank you, Julie, for the opportunity to review these stories and share thoughts with you. I love your writing and I love what you do for me! I need to stay in better touch. I hope I’m worth your time. You certainly are more than worth mine!

So happy I got a big spurty midway through! And he knows my rule, so you better believe it was down the hatch like a slutty bitch.

In this story, the wife knows of (from their shared Kindle account), but ignores, his femdom proclivities. Until she gets fed up with his lack of initiative in the housekeeping department. Her sister and niece suggest she uses his proclivities against him. Good, realistic, plot for many of you!

Story 10: Wooden Spoon Punishment

A husband misbehaves and his wife makes him serve timeout in an unusual manner before his spanking.

It is always a special kind of thrill when I see a message from you in my inbox. It’s a little risky, but I have you on my VIP list so I’ll get a notification. That would be VERY difficult to explain if my wife happened to see it on my phone, but I don’t want to risk missing a message from you.

This one was short and sweet. I love the FLR where there isn’t even a question of who is in charge. The mind-fucking humiliating preparation got me thinking about why I have never really experienced anything approaching a real, severe punishment spanking experience.

Bringing his sister into the scene threw me off a bit. Thinking about my sister being invoked just makes me feel “icky”, not aroused. Not sure why. Sister-in-law, yes. Sister, no!

I did love the thorough spanking and ridiculously long corner time. I’m quite sure I would be unable to hold the spoon in for that long. What then?

Fun story. I love the thought of a witnessed spanking. I just would choose different witnesses. 

🍆🍆🍆/5 

I too thought "Wooden Spoon" was the worst effort in the book. I rewrote it several times, but it never really hit. 3 eggplants is generous IMO. I should have deep-sixed it!

Story 11: A Bed-Wetting Husband

A husband has a medical issue that causes bedwetting but refuses to address it.

When I read the title, I wasn’t too enthusiastic. “This is going to be about diapering,” I thought. Not one of my big fetishes. Boy was I wrong!

But first, about racism: I could virtue signal and say there isn’t a racist bone in my body. But that would be lying, by several bones. I have a hypothesis that racism is going away with every generation. My grandparents were much more racist than my parents. My parents had black recreational and business associates that they got along with well. And I think I’m a little better than they were on the racism scale. But not good enough.

Putting myself into the story, I thought about doing a role play as a racist. I determined it would be disturbingly easy for me to assume that role. Even as much as I would love to be Bill, being conspired against by Irene and Felicity, I got this feeling that I need to be a better person, even if I never am beaten, forced to lick the asshole of, diapered and masturbated by a beautiful black woman while my wife watches my humiliation.

My thoughts took so many directions while reading. I love the “reparations” angle. These are reparations I would actually support! At the same time “Brown Sugar” was my mental soundtrack as I read this! I regret that I have never been intimate with a black woman. Why? How would that be different? Maybe because I’m racist?

I loved the helpless man being aroused despite his pain and humiliation. I loved the almost certain threat of Irene fucking him with a big black strapon. I loved Bill having to worship Mistress Felicity’s asshole “up and down, back and forth, around and around” just as you have instructed your David and my niece instructed me in your fantasy.

I will be thinking about Felicity for a long time. I just love how much control she has. There is something about orgasm and the complete physical and emotional loss of control it brings. I love how she made it part of taking control over Bill. He had no say about either his pleasure or his pain. By masturbating him in the least sexy way possible, she also deprived him of any pleasure he could have during his punishment. Perfect! Also thinking about a “crossover” episode from my two favorite stories so far. Thinking about Mistress Felicity and Mistress Elizabeth combining to teach me some hard lessons makes my heart race!

Bottom line: I want to be treated like this, but I don’t want to be someone like Bill who really deserves it!

I think this is another one I’m going to enjoy for several re-readings. The first time, I was interrupted just as Mistress Felicity was taking control. (I love it when they demand you address them as “Mistress”.) 

🍆🍆🍆🍆 /5 for the content, + 🍆/5 for being MUCH more than I expected.

I was wondering if I could tackle racism with sensitivity. I think it worked. I don't buy the pervasive narrative. I think being colour blind is absolutely the only way forward despite the lingering presence of racism. Felicity, the jet black occupational therapist in this story, is my spirit animal in that regard. She sees racism and blows right past it, dealing with it, but not letting it impact her life.

Story 12: His Sister's Sleepover Party

A teenage boy is annoyed when his sister hosts a sleepover.

This one took me back to my childhood when embarrassment must have taken root as a fetish for me. I was mortified about being exposed in any way. Having a girl see me naked was the worst thing imaginable! Ashamed to be seeing crying. Scared to death of playground spanking as penalty for losing a game. And yet, all these things also gave me “the tingles”, and excitement in my belly even before I began having erections.

My Mommy fantasies have grown pretty strong lately. When I act like a child, I need to be treated like one, like bed-wetting Bill. Maybe to make it more comfortable, you could be my evil step-mother? 

🍆🍆🍆/5 for the memories it stirred.

It's clear our reviewer is less keen when younger teens are spanked. I included such content (without any sexual element) because I think there are many of us spankos who enjoy imagining ourselves back at an age when a real spanking was a risk we ran!

Story 13: Road Rager

A husband engages in a blatant act of road rage against what turns out to be a young learner and her mom.

Talk about pushing ALL of my buttons! This one grabbed me by the balls from the beginning, squeezed them hard, with some unexpected twists for good measure!

I’m sure you know who I was thinking of when Kevin went over Samantha’s lap. “Non-sexual”. OK, if you say so…

I don’t always get hard from humiliation, but I ALWAYS leak. I know I would have made quite a mess on Samantha’s lap as she warmed Kevin/me up for the main event.

“Bad, bad boy!” That REALLY got my juices flowing!

I need to digress. My flow of precum triggered a memory and took me back to a meeting with a pro-domme. It must be more than 30 years ago now. I’m pretty sure now and I was at the time as events proceeded that she was a cross dressed man. Pretty passable, but she had size 13 feet! That’s my size in women’s shoes. I don’t remember the session at all, but I do remember her leaving the room for what seemed like a long time. She instructed me to be face down on the floor, ass up, and hold that position until she returned. I was scared and considered leaving at that point, but I stayed and watched an amazing steady drip drip drip of precum as I looked back between my legs for the entire time she was gone.

The Victoria's Secret shopping trip! I really need to do another one of those. Unfortunately, the VS within reasonable distance from me closed, as have many of their stores. Bad marketing choices, but that’s for another email. Being measured for a bra always feels like complete surrender of my masculinity to a smirking woman while in a store full of women who know EXACTLY what’s going on. Drip drip drip.

Finally, wearing bra, fake tits and panties, getting a spanking from a man, forced cocksucking and punishment fucking. I remember. The exact scenario you painted for me to do for my deflowering. Drip! Drip! Drip! Unlike being spanked by a teenager, where I could easily rationalize sexual excitement while retaining my hetero identity, what if I started leaking or even getting hard while being manhandled in the worst imaginable way? What would my reaction be to such extreme humiliation? I’m afraid to find out.

Public exposure. Castration threat. Exposed while wearing bra and panties to unfamiliar women. Forced public nudity.

All my fantasies, fetishes and nightmare scenarios coming at me out of a firehose. By the end, I couldn’t contain my arousal any longer. Imagining my niece as a laughing teenaged genuine sadist was just too much. Yes, I licked it up!

Kevin’s ordeal inspired me to think that it’s time for some bra and panty training of my own. I just dug out my large bra and silicone breasts. It’s been too long. I get out of the habit, but there’s really no excuse for me not to be at least wearing panties on most days.

As soon as I hit send, I will be taking the dogs for a long walk around the neighborhood and into town with my very obvious and very bouncy breasts. Even under a shirt and heavy sweatshirt, they will be very noticeable.

Mistress Julie, your stories seem to be having a hypnotic effect on me. They are triggering a deep need for humiliation and risk taking. I wonder where it will lead.

🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆💧💧💧💧💧/5

So many eggplants! So many spurties!

Story 14: In Loco Parentis

A young man refuses to accept punishment from his mom.

One thing that strikes me about many/most of these stories is that the men and boys getting spanked are pretty shitty people. Of course there has to be a reason for punishment. They need to deserve it. But I would like to read about someone punished for being more like me. Selfish, forgetful, sloppy, not listening, no attention to detail etc.

Jeff is a nasty teenager. I guess a lot of them are. Disrespectful, rude, mean to his sister. I don’t think I was ever that bad. Anyway, it was fun to watch him taken down a couple of pegs and get what he had coming. I like that he was treated as a “woman”, including the panty reference. (There it is again-my mind turning me into a woman when I imagine myself being punished/dominated.) I love that Caroline got to finish what officer Thompson started. I loved the sister witnessing it. Would have loved to hear what she said to her friends. I love that the officer and Caroline got together in a spanking relationship. I would have liked to hear about her panties coming down, her bottom being reddened and her feet kicking while her children listened. And then Caroline submissively kneeling and opening her new husband's fly while she looks up at him through tears but with a smile…guess which role I’m imagining myself in here?

Like many of the other stories, this had me thinking about what would be in the sequel. But it stands as a nice, pure, spanking story.

🍆🍆🍆1/2 / 5

This one was a fun concept where a 1950's small town widowed mom is losing control of her teenaged son and asks for a policeman to come around and act in loco parentis to give him a spanking.

Story 15: The Punishment Enema

A mother is visiting her son and daughter-in-law. The son has always resented his mom and makes his feelings known.

“And now for something completely different!”

The title gave away the surprise, but poor Georgie! Yes, I envy him for being a spanked husband, but enema punishment! From his mother! Including being masturbated to orgasm by her?!? OK, my arousal struggled with that part. It had to be his mother doing it? Eeeewww! Ick! In my mind, I had to edit it to sister-in-law. I can imagine her giving me a very clinical, professional hand job while my insides feel ready to burst.

I loved George having to hold it in while the two women chatted, basically ignoring his distress. Having to expel it while they watched…the humiliation hits just keep coming! After two rinses, his squeaky clean bottom will now get strapped. George is just not having a good day. After the “Anal Pleasures” lube mention I was a little surprised that it didn’t foreshadow a strap on session. It seems a shame to not take advantage of such a clean rectum. I feel like Dianne should have returned the favor to Stella and let her be the spectator of a second assault on George’s bottom.

All in all, the story worked, despite the squeamishness I felt in the middle. It also got me thinking. Self-spanking is OK, but I’ve never felt I was able to give myself what I deserved. Self-administered punishment enemas are very achievable, though. I’m not sure my finger will work to hold it in. Relaxing enough to push a butt plug in may result in a premature mess. If I can solve that problem, a punishment enema may be just what the doctor ordered next time I’m “out of sorts”. 

🍆🍆🍆🍆/5

P.S. I couldn't resist! I sentenced him to an enema:

And yes, a punishment enema would be great. Those little Fleet enemas you can buy in drugstores are a "gentle" introduction. Go get one of those and hold it in for a full five minutes. No finger, no plug. Just stand in the tub so if you lose control it'll be an easier cleanup. Under NO circumstances may you sit on the toilet until after your 5 minutes are up. If you lose control, you mess yourself.

He wrote back after, including some rather "raw" pics I shall not include, but enjoyed immensely!

Perhaps if I had a real cock I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of becoming a cocksucker, the same way your David resists it. Maybe I would even say “fuck you”, instead of submissively running to the drugstore to purchase fleet enemas.

But that’s what I did, as soon as the opportunity arose. I bought 2 two-packs, not knowing how much it would take to have the desired effect.

I got home, went into the bathroom, stripped and opened the first package. I decided to start with 2 so I emptied them inside me and stepped into the shower stall and stared at the clock. I could definitely feel it, but there was no urgency during the required 5 minutes. I strongly suspected you were looking for more than that, so I waited 5 more minutes. I imagined you watching me. I played with my penis and balls as I waited. I imagined your taunting comments at my humiliating situation. As I hit the ten minute mark I was still not feeling anything approaching the distress that poor George felt. I felt like you would be more pleased with failure than “success”. So I decided to do more.

I stepped out of the shower and opened the second package and emptied them both into my anus. I would hold this for 5 additional minutes and then expel it into the toilet. But as I stepped back into the shower, it quickly became apparent during the first minute that I was in trouble! It hit suddenly and hard! I had to strain and squeeze and clench to try to hold it in. I knew I wouldn’t make it but I tried anyway. In less than two minutes I lost control, making a mess on myself and the shower stall.

I cleaned myself and the shower as quickly as I could and was able to sit on the toilet before the second wave hit.

I wrote back:

How delightful! Even the very raw pics to go with it! So embarrassing that you messed in the shower! Bad, bad boy! You'd get the strap for that in my house. The enemas are good for you, cleaning out impacted fecal material in your colon. Have some probiotics afterwards. Interesting that one pack had no effect, but two got you going. Glad you bought the second one! I wonder if one would have the same effect after a half hour or so? Imagine having to do bare corner time with that fear in you? Ha ha!

Julie

P.S. I'm glad you so thoroughly researched my next to last story, but I need your review of my last story!

Story 16: Skinny Dipper Spanked

A husband goes skinny dipping against his wife's wishes.

There’s this thing I find myself doing more and more as I get older. I avoid coming to the end of things I enjoy, be it a TV series, a recording artist’s last record, or a book. It must be something to do with the reality that I am closer to the end of my book than the beginning. I’m not afraid to die. I know an eternity of glorious life awaits because of my Savior Jesus Christ. Still, I feel a sadness when I see things winding down to the end, like 2023, or your amazing book. (Editor’s note: Sorry, was a little darker than I thought it would be. Have a great weekend!)

So yes, I have avoided reading the last story until last night. Here is my review.

"Skinny Dipper Spanked" was a perfect finale to this collection. It recalled all the elements that aroused me throughout the book and tied them up in a pretty pink bow 🎀 around my tiny penis and balls to remind me I need to read this again.

This story reminded me of my life in two ways, the first being the rich fantasy life unknowingly inspired by my wife, sister-in-law, and niece, while being nurtured and encouraged by you, Julie. The second connection is because the way this story was written, nothing too crazy, with “just” embarrassing exposure to women, humiliating taunting and spanking. It made me wonder about why my life didn’t turn out a little bit more like this, with the dials on the control panels of the women in my life turned 1 or 2 settings toward kinky and away from vanilla. But that’s not the way life or people work. If you change one thing, it changes everything.

Any story with a niece automatically gets my attention and arousal now. My fantasies about my niece are hard wired into my brain. Even the expression, “Uncle David” is as erotic to me as “fuck me”, “lick my asshole”, “put on panties”, or “wear a bra”.

I’ve also developed quite an exposure fetish lately. (I wonder if I’m taking too many chances with what I post on BDSMLR.) The thought of being seen naked by my niece and sister-in-law scares me and excites me. They would never be able to unsee my little embarrassment and I imagine I would be treated to smirks and teasing comments for the rest of my life. My niece might comment on my body, but it probably wouldn’t be about my ass. It’s also a very powerful scene to imagine my wife spanking me in front of them. Witnessed humiliation is huge for me too. Besides them, why not invite the beautiful super-fit women from my gym to see me naked and punished. I’m sure Marcy, Janette, Deirdre, and Ruthy would enjoy the show of someone they formerly might have respected as a man kicking and crying like a little girl.

I enjoyed the tone and realism of this story so much! As I said, it felt like something that might actually happen to me in some form. Like many of the other stories in this book, I didn’t want it to end. Coincidentally, the last line of the story was at the end of the page. I actually fruitlessly tried several times to go to the next page on the ebook, and then began to wonder what a sequel would look like.

🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆/5

Perfect concluding story to a collection I’m so glad you asked me to read. If I had said no…well you really shouldn’t have given me the option. What a great addition to my fantasy life!

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So there we have it! Great reviews, mr. reviewer. It makes it all the more worthwhile for you to take the time to be the proxy for all the other readers who don't provide feedback. Thank you for that!

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