Fiction: Spanked at 18 (M/F)

Continuing my fiction run, I wrote up a little fantasy about Daddy spankings that is definitely the most persistent fantasy in my naughty little brain. If you don't like the Daddy-Daughter stuff, stop here!

Spanked at 18

Chapter 1: Anticipation

I'm sitting here in my bedroom, the door closed and locked from the outside, my heart racing as I try to make sense of what's about to happen.

I can't believe I'm in this situation. I'm 18 years old, for fuck's sake, and I'm about to get a spanking from my dad in front of the whole family. It's so humiliating. I want to crawl under my bed and never come out.

I can still hear the sound of my little eight-year-old cousin's sobs echoing in my head. That's what started all of this. I lost my temper with her, and I slapped her and knocked her stupid tooth out. It was probably loose anyways. I did her a favour. But the crying and blood was not a good look. I know I shouldn't have done it, but she was being so damn annoying, and I just couldn't take it anymore. Now I have to face the consequences.

Dad had taken me to my room and thrown me in. He told me to sit there and think about what I'd done. He said he'd be back once Sally was tended to and I could expect a bare bum spanking in the living room with an hour's corner time after. He then locked me in here, crying my eyes out, as I begged him not to while the door locked shut.

Dad's always been strict with us, but it's been a long time since he's had to discipline me like this. Groundings, sure, but I haven't been spanked since I was 10 years old, and even then, it was nothing like what I'm about to experience. I can't even imagine how much it's going to hurt, and the thought of everyone seeing me like that—my bare bottom, my legs kicking in the air, my pussy exposed—it's enough to make me want to die of embarrassment.

But I don't have a choice. Dad's made it clear that he's going to do this, and there's no way I can talk him out of it. I'm just going to have to grit my teeth and bear it, even though I know it's going to be the most humiliating experience of my life.

I can't help but wonder what everyone will think of me once this is all over. Will they still see me as a responsible, grown-up 18-year-old, or will they just see me as a little girl who can't control her temper? I know I've made a mistake, but does that really mean I deserve to be treated like a child?

I can feel my hands starting to shake as I imagine the scene that's about to unfold downstairs. Dad will take me into the living room, where everyone's gathered, and then he'll take me over his lap. He'll raise my skirt and lower my panties, exposing my bare bottom to everyone in the room. And then he'll start spanking me, hard and fast, until I'm crying and begging him to stop.

I'll try, but I just know I won't be able to keep my legs still. The pain will be too much, and I'll start kicking and thrashing, trying to escape. But Dad will be too strong, and he'll hold me in place as he continues to spank me. I can feel my face burning with shame just thinking about it.

And then, when he's finally done, he'll make me stand in the corner with my bare bottom on display for everyone to see. I'll have to stand there, nose to the wall, as I cry and try to come to terms with what's just happened. I'll be so embarrassed, I won't even be able to look anyone in the eye.

As I sit here, waiting for my dad to come and get me, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever be able to live this down. Will everyone always see me as the girl who got spanked in front of the whole family? Or will they eventually forget about it and move on? I don't know, and the uncertainty is almost as bad as the humiliation itself.

I still can't believe this is happening to me. I'm eighteen! But Dad's always been strict, and he's never been one to change his mind once he's decided on something.

I can hear footsteps outside my door, and I know it's him. He's coming to get me, to take me downstairs and humiliate me in front of the whole family. I want to scream, to run away, to do anything to avoid what's about to happen. But I know I can't. I have to face the consequences of my actions, like it or not.

But there's no use dwelling on it now. I can hear the key turning in the lock, and I know it's time to face my punishment. I take a deep breath and steel myself for what's about to happen, knowing that there's no way to avoid it now.

Chapter 2: Punishment

As I walk downstairs with Dad, I keep my head lowered in shame. I can feel everyone's gazes burning into me, and I know that they're all waiting to see what's going to happen next.

When we reach the living room, Dad takes me by the arm and leads me to one side of the room. He sits down on a simple straight-backed wooden kitchen chair that he must have placed there before going to get me, and I know what's coming next.

My spanking chair...

My mother and siblings sit on the couch, their faces filled with disappointment and concern. My aunts and uncles and cousins are scattered throughout the room, their eyes fixed on me as I stand there, ready to meet my fate.

Without a word, my father sits down on the chair and pulls me over his lap. I can feel my face burning with shame as he lifts my skirt and lowers my panties, exposing my bare bottom to the entire room. I close my legs as tightly as I can. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I lie across his lap, his strong hands holding me in place.

I can hear the gasps and whispers from the people around us, and I know that they're all watching, waiting to see my bare bottom spanked. I want to die of shame, but there's nothing I can do to stop it now.

Dad starts spanking me, hard and fast, and I can feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes. The pain is almost unbearable, but I know I have to endure it. I try to keep my legs glued together and still, but it's impossible. They start kicking and thrashing, unconsciously helping me to try to escape the relentless onslaught of Dad's hand.

I can hear the snickers and giggles from my uncles and male cousins, and I know that they're enjoying the show. They're probably taking mental notes, planning to tease and embarrass me even more once this is all over. I can feel my face burning with shame, and I know that I'll never be able to live this down.

My father's hand comes down again and again, each stroke sending waves of agony through my body. The humiliation is overwhelming, and I can't help but sob uncontrollably as my father continues to spank me. I know I'm giving everyone a full-on bare pussy show, and don't doubt that even my bumhole goes on parade as I squirm and kick violently, but I just can't help myself!

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pain and humiliation, Dad stops spanking me. He pulls me up from his lap and tells me to stand in the corner, my bare bottom still on display for everyone to see. I can feel the tears streaming down my face as I stand there, nose to the wall, trying to come to terms with what's just happened.

"Skirt up!" Daddy says as he comes behind me lifts my skirt, gives me a hard spank, then tucks the hem of my skirt into the waistband. My panties are, somewhat miraculously, still around my ankles.

I know that I'll now have to stand here for a full hour, with my family watching and waiting for me to break down completely. It's the most humiliating experience of my life, and I know that I'll never be able to forget it.

As the minutes tick by, I can feel the weight of everyone's gaze on my bare bottom. I know they're all thinking about how childish and irresponsible I am, and I can't help but wonder if they're right. Maybe I do deserve to be treated like this, after all. The worst was from my younger teenage cousins who, when nobody else was listening, made lewd remarks about my butt and pussy, telling me it's better than watching OnlyFans and didn't cost anything.

As my hour of misery finally comes to an end, I'm allowed to leave the corner, pull up my panties, and restore my skirt. I can't help but feel a small sense of relief. The worst is over, and I've survived it. I might never be able to live this down, but at least I can start to move on and try to put this humiliating experience behind me.

I make my way back to my bedroom, my face burning, my bum sore, embarrassed beyond all belief.

Chapter 3: Aftermath

As I lay in my bed, the memory of my humiliation still fresh in my mind, I can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Part of me is still consumed by shame and embarrassment, while another part of me is oddly aroused by the experience. I can't explain it, but there's something about being spanked and humiliated in front of my family that has stirred up feelings I never knew I had.

I try to push these thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand: recovering from my punishment and moving on with my life. But I can't seem to shake the lingering feelings of arousal that have taken hold of me. My fingers start to wander down to my panties, and I can feel the sticky wetness between my legs as I begin to explore myself.

As I touch myself, I can't help but imagine the scene that played out in the living room earlier. I can see myself, bent over Dad's lap, my skirt raised and my panties lowered, my bare bottom exposed to the world. I can feel the heat of his hand as it connects with my flesh, sending waves of pain coursing through my body.

I can hear the snickers and giggles of my uncles and male cousins, their eyes fixed on my exposed pussy as I kick and thrash, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of Dad's hand. I can feel their gazes burning into my skin, and I know that they're all enjoying the show.

As I continue to touch myself, my fingers moving faster and faster, I can't help but imagine what it would be like if they were to join in, their hands exploring my body as I writhe and moan beneath them. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating, and I know that I shouldn't be thinking about it, but I can't seem to help myself.

I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing and trembling as I approach the edge. And then, just as I'm about to tip over the edge, I hear a knock at my door.

"Julie, are you okay in there?" It's my mom's voice, and I know that I have to pull myself together before she comes in and sees what I've been doing.

"I'm fine, Mom," I call out, my voice shaky and uncertain. "Just... thinking about what happened earlier."

There's a pause, and then I hear the sound of her footsteps retreating down the hallway. I let out a sigh of relief and lay back on my bed, my fingers still between my legs as I try to process everything that's happened.

As I continue to touch myself, my mind wanders back again to the moment when my skirt was raised and my panties lowered, exposing my bottom to the entire room. I can still hear the whispers and giggles from my uncles and male cousins, and the thought of them seeing my most private parts sends a wave of shame and arousal through me.

I rub myself faster, my fingers slipping inside of me as I imagine the scene unfolding in front of me. I can see my father's stern expression as he spanks me, and I can feel the heat of my family's gaze on me as I lay there, exposed and vulnerable.

The feeling of shame and arousal only grows stronger, and I can feel my orgasm building inside of me. I imagine my father pulling me over his lap, his hand coming down on my bottom again and again as I kick my legs and expose myself even more. I imagine my pussy getting hot and wet, as it is now, while they all watch.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. I rub myself faster and faster, my fingers slipping in and out of me as I imagine the scene unfolding in front of me. And then, with a cry of pleasure, I climax, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over me.

As I lay on my bed, panting and spent, I can't help but feel a sense of shame and confusion. How could I be turned on by something so humiliating? But at the same time, the memory of my punishment and the feeling of arousal that came with it are impossible to ignore.

I close my eyes, trying to make sense of my feelings. I know that what I did was wrong, and I deserved my punishment. But the fact that it turned me on is something that I'm going to have to come to terms with.

Chapter 4: Diary

Dear Diary,

Today I was spanked by my dad in front of the extended family during a gathering at our house. This event has left me with a mix of emotions and a newfound craving that I never thought I'd have. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what happened and how it's affecting me.

After the spanking I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was so turned on! I've never been spanked in front of anybody else before, and I've never been interested in anything like that. But now, I find myself craving another spanking, and I don't know how to handle it.

I've been trying to figure out why I'm feeling this way. Maybe it's because the spanking was such a powerful experience, and it made me feel vulnerable and submissive in a way that I've never felt before. Or maybe it's because it was so unexpected and taboo, and that's what's making it so exciting for me.

Whatever the reason, I'm now faced with a dilemma. Should I misbehave and try to get another spanking from my dad, or should I just confess everything to him and hope that he'll understand?

The thought of misbehaving and getting another spanking is tempting, but I'm not sure if I could go through with it. I don't want to be disrespectful to my dad or the rest of my family, and I'm worried that it would just make things worse.

On the other hand, the thought of confessing everything to my dad is terrifying. I'm afraid that he'll be disgusted by my feelings and think that I'm some kind of freak. I'm also worried that it will change the way he sees me and the way our relationship works.

But as I sit here writing in my diary, I realize that I need to be honest with myself and with my dad. I need to tell him how I'm feeling and what I'm going through, even if it's scary and difficult. Maybe he'll understand and be able to help me figure out these new feelings, or maybe he'll just be angry and disappointed. Either way, I need to take the risk and be truthful about what's going on.

So, I've decided that I'm going to talk to my dad about everything. I'm going to tell him about the spanking and the arousal I felt, and I'm going to ask for his help in understanding it all. Maybe ask him to spank me again because I'm craving it soooooo much.  It won't be easy, but I know it's the right thing to do.

As I close my diary for the night, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. I'm scared, nervous, and excited all at the same time. But I know that whatever happens, I'll be able to handle it. I'm strong, and I'm determined to figure out what's going on with me and how to deal with it.

Until next time, diary.

Chapter 5: Confession

It's been a few days since I made the decision to confront my desires and confess my feelings to my dad. I knew that it was a risky move, but I couldn't ignore the overwhelming need for another bare bottom spanking any longer. So, with a deep breath and a racing heart, I sat down with my dad and told him everything.

To my surprise, he didn't seem as shocked or disgusted as I had expected. Instead, he chuckled and told me that he had been expecting this conversation for a while, ever since Mom had told him what she heard me doing in my bedroom after my spanking. I blushed so hard! He asked me if I wanted another spanking, and without hesitation, I replied with a nod.

Daddy told me he didn't want me engaging in any high risk behaviours, like meeting up with random guys for a spanking. And he said he knew it might be quite some time until I found a boyfriend I could trust who would do that for me. I saw his point. He said he'd be willing to do it himself if that's what I wanted, until I found a boyfriend who would.

Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! I told him so.

But then, he asked me a question that I wasn't prepared for: "Over your clothes, bare bum, or totally nude?" I felt my face turn crimson as I considered my options. I knew that a part of me wanted to experience the ultimate vulnerability of being spanked completely naked, but I was also terrified of the embarrassment that would come with it.

With a deep breath, I finally made my decision. "Totally nude," I whispered, my voice barely audible. My dad smiled, and I could see a hint of pride in his eyes that his daughter was not to be stopped.

We waited a few days until nobody was in the house, then we went to his bedroom. I felt incredibly self-conscious as I removed my clothes, revealing my bare breasts and the soft, pink folds of my pussy. I had completely shaved my pussy in preparation for this moment. My body was flushed with embarrassment, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood before my dad, completely exposed.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, young lady," he reassured me. "I've changed your diapers, you remember that."

He gestured for me to come to him, and I complied, shivering with anticipation as I positioned myself over his lap. I could feel his strong, warm hand resting on my bare bottom, and I knew that the time had come for my "punishment".

The first spank was like a jolt of electricity, sending a wave of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel my skin growing warmer with each strike, my nipples hardening, and I knew that I was becoming increasingly aroused. My dad's hand was firm and unyielding, and I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as the spanking continued.

As the pain intensified, I found myself instinctively raising my bottom, seeking more of the punishment that I had craved for so long. My dad chuckled and called me a naughty girl, but I didn't care. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that was building within me.

And then, it happened. As my bum shimmied all over his lap, pushing up high, my dad's hand accidentally grazed past my wet, swollen pussy, and I felt a surge of ecstasy unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I writhed and squirmed on his lap, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came, hard and fast. My dad held me up with a hand under my cunt as he continued to spank my sopping wet pussy, focussing on my engorged clit, prolonging my orgasm and sending me into a state of pure, unadulterated bliss, screaming at the top of my lungs.

When it was over, I lay limply across my dad's lap, spent and satisfied. He rubbed my bum, chuckled softly, and told me that I really needed a boyfriend.

And who knows? Maybe one day I'll find the perfect partner who can give me the bare bottom spankings and intense pleasure that I so desperately desire.

And until that time, well, Daddy knows best.

A bit more fiction today of the M/F variety!

In real-life, I was always a pretty girl, and I got away with murder as a result. But I'm getting older now, and don't continue to get the sort of unrelenting studly male attention I did in my twenties. In this story I cast myself back into my twenties and imagine myself as the most beautiful girl who had hooked a rich older hubbie, David as he is now. Would the offer of spanking and sex get such a girl off the hook for a crime even? Oh yes!

Please enjoy my humble offering in this regard. This is exactly the sort of thing I think about as I rub my little pussy, getting off. Though not as pretty as my AI-generated heroine, I would love to roleplay such a scenario in a real department store with my David and a willing store manager. I'd dress like an cumplete teenage slut. Any takers?

Fiction: Shoplifter Punished (MM/F)

It was a bright Saturday morning, and the sun shone through the large glass windows of the department store. Inside, the hustle and bustle of shoppers filled the air with excitement and anticipation. Amidst the crowd, a tall, handsome man walked hand in hand with his younger beautiful wife.

David was an established lawyer recently married to his much younger wife Julie. Julie was a handful, David had to admit. She always chose to dress inappropriately sexily in public to his mind, and often drew unwanted attention as a result, but he had resigned himself to it.

They were out shopping for a new lamp for their living room, something they had been meaning to do for quite some time. As they walked through the store, Julie's eyes wandered to the various displays and items for sale.

David, being the attentive husband he was, noticed his wife's wandering gaze and smiled. "Go ahead, honey. I'm just going to pick up some cigars from next door. Meet you at the entrance in a bit," he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Julie smiled back at him, her heart filled with love for the man she had married. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then turned to wander through the store, browsing the various items on display, attracting her usual quota of male attention and female dirty looks. Ha ha!

As she walked through the store, Julie's eyes fell on a small, shiny object that caught her attention. It was a beautiful gold-plated brooch, sitting on a display shelf next to some other items. For some reason, she felt an irresistible urge to take it.

As an entitled teen, Julie had been an inveterate shoplifter. It was an addiction. It was always small items and she was never caught. As she grew up she did it less and less, but every now and then the addictive urge overcame her at unexpected moments.

With barely a thought, Julie reached out and discreetly slipped the brooch into her purse. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she did so, the thrill of doing something forbidden.

Feeling thrilled, and a bit guilty, Julie casually made her way towards the department store entrance to find David. She saw him and walked out of the store towards him. But as soon as she stepped a foot out of the store, she saw a security guard walking briskly towards her. Her heart sank as she realized they must have seen her take the brooch!

The security guard approached her and restrained her, asking her to come with him.

Julie was mortified. She had never been caught like this before, and now she was being taken away by security in front of her husband.

David, who had been waiting for Julie, saw the commotion and rushed over to see what was happening. When he found out that his wife had been caught shoplifting, his heart sank. He couldn't believe that his wife would do such a thing.

The security guard escorted David and Julie to the store manager's office, where he explained the situation and left them alone, door shut. The store manager, a stern-looking man in his fifties, after having listened to the security guard's report, turned to David and Julie.

"Hand it over, Miss," the store manager said.

Julie looked at David who responded, "If you did it, best to come clean."

With a blush, Julie reached into her handbag and pulled out the brooch, handing it to the store manager.

"I'm sorry, but we have a strict policy against shoplifting," the manager said. "We'll have to call the police and press charges."

David's heart sank even further. He couldn't bear the thought of his wife being arrested and having a criminal record. He knew that she had made a mistake, but he also knew that she didn't deserve to have her life ruined over a small item.

Thinking quickly, David came up with a plan. He turned to the store manager and said, "Please, sir. I understand that my wife made a mistake, but I'm begging you to give her another chance. I'll take full responsibility for her actions."

The store manager looked at David skeptically. "And how do you propose to do that?" he asked.

David took a deep breath and said, "I'll consequence her myself. I'll make sure she learns her lesson and never does anything like this again."

The store manager raised an eyebrow. "And just what kind of consequences are you talking about?"

David hesitated for a moment before saying. He had gone through all the options in his head, and only one that relied very much on how attractive his wife was had any chance of success. He knew where it could lead, and was willing to go even there. "I'll give her a good, hard spanking on her bare bottom, right here in your office, while you watch."

"David! No!" Julie screeched.

"Shush!" David said strictly, shushing his naughty wife up instantly.

The store manager's eyes also widened in surprise. He had never heard such a request before. But there was something about the determination in David's eyes that made him believe that he was serious. And it did not hurt that the wife was an incredibly sexy little bundle, with her high heels, her short little skirt, and her firm braless boobs practically spilling out of her dangerously strained blouse. He wouldn't mind at all seeing that little tart given a firm spanking on her bare little ass.

"Alright," the store manager said after a moment of consideration. "If you're willing to do that, I'll let your wife off the hook."

David nodded, relieved that his plan had worked. He turned to Julie, who was sitting next to him, her face red with embarrassment.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but you have to do this," he said softly. "It's the only way to make things right. Think of it as making up for all those spankings your parents never gave you that lead to this."

Julie looked up at her husband, tears streaming down her face. She knew that he was right. She had made a mistake, and now she had to face the consequences of her actions.

David took Julie by the hand and led her to the small couch in the corner of the office. He sat down and then pulled her across his lap, lifting her tight mini skirt and pulling down her panties. Julie gasped as the cool air hit her bare bottom.

The manager looked appreciatively at the girl's bare ass. She was a skinny girl and bent over as she was he could see between her legs her pouting shaven pussy. "What a dirty little slut" he thought to himself, feeling his cock hardening concealed by his desk, "and what a lucky husband. Oh to have my way with that ass for even ten minutes..."

"This might get a bit loud. Have you anything to gag her with?" David asked.

They both looked around the small office.

"Use those," the store manager said, pointing at the little panties pooled around Julie's knees.

David grinned slyly, pulled them off Julie's legs, then stuffed them into Julie's mouth to keep her quiet. He didn't want her to scream or cry out as he spanked her and have anyone come running.

Julie turned to face the manager as David stuffed her mouth with her own panties, her eyes growing comically large. She saw the utter lust in his eyes.

David took a deep breath and then began to spank his wife's bottom. He started off gently, but as he continued, his spanks became harder and more intense. Julie squirmed and whimpered in his lap, her bottom turning pink from the slaps.

David spanked her for a good five minutes, making sure that he covered every inch of her bottom. By the time he was done, Julie was sobbing uncontrollably, her bottom a bright shade of red.

Julie lay across her husband's lap, her bottom stinging from the spanking he had given her. Her face was flushed, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath through her panty-gag. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been spanked by her husband in front of a stranger!

David looked up at the store manager, his face serious. "I've spanked her, and I think she's learned her lesson," he said. "But it's what you think that's important." David knew that if he wanted to get his wife out of this predicament, it lay entirely in the store manager's hands.

"That brooch she tried to steal was expensive. I think she needs more. I think she needs the belt."

David thought quickly. He had no desire to belt his wife's ass, and he saw the lust in the manager's eyes. Julie's ass was world-class, he knew. Julie was oversexed and always trying to drag him to swingers' clubs. He'd offer the manager his wife's sweet ass, in more ways than one.

"Well, If you still feel that she needs further punishment, I have an idea."

The store manager raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

David cleared his throat. "I suggest that you bend her over your desk and use your belt on her ass. After that, if you still feel unsatisfied, as a recompense, fuck her any way you please."

Julie gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She couldn't believe what her husband was suggesting.

The store manager looked at David for a moment, then nodded. "That sounds like fun," he said, not believing his luck. "But the tart has to agree to it."

"Do you agree?" David asked Julie, piercing her with his light grey eyes, a slight smile playing across his lips unseen by the store manager.

Julie realized what her husband was doing. She had shared with him her fantasies about being fucked "against her will" by an older distinguished gentleman. And the store manager fit the bill perfectly. With a deep blush, she nodded her head yes.

David helped Julie to her feet and led her over to the store manager's desk. He bent her over the desk, re-lifting her skirt to expose her red, swollen bottom, keeping the panties in her mouth.

The store manager unbuckled his belt with a big grin and pulled it out of the loops on his pants. He doubled it over and then brought it down hard on Julie's ass. She cried out in pain, muffled through her panty gag, her body jerking with the strike of the belt.

David watched, his face impassive, as the store manager continued to whip Julie's bottom with his belt. He could see the welts forming on her skin, and he knew that she would be feeling the pain for days to come. He was hoping the manager would end her whipping soon and turn to more pleasurable pursuits.

When the store manager was satisfied, he stepped back and looked down at Julie's reddened bottom. "That should do it for the belt," he said. "Now it's time for the final punishment."

The store manager pulled Julie off his desk by the base of her long hair and put her on the floor at his knees. "Now," he said. "It's time for you to show me just how sorry you really are."

Julie looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and lust. She knew what was coming.

The store manager again grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back. "Open your mouth," he commanded. He took her panties out of her mouth and clutched them in his hand. "Keep it open," he said.

Julie knelt there with her mouth open, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. The store manager unbuttoned her blouse, letting her bountiful braless breasts spill free of their tight confines. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, thick cock. He shoved it into Julie's mouth, forcing it deep down her throat.

Julie gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe. The store manager held her head in place, thrusting his hips and fucking her mouth with deep, brutal strokes.

David watched as his wife was forced to take the store manager's cock in her mouth. He could see the tears streaming down her face, and he knew that she was suffering, but he did nothing to stop it.

After a few minutes, the store manager pulled his cock out of Julie's mouth and wiped his hands on her open blouse. "Don't think I'm done with you yet, tart," he said, looking over to David for a sign. David shrugged and silently indicated for him to have his fill.

He stuffed Julie's mouth once again with her panties, then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her over his desk, lifting her skirt and admiring the view of what he was about to plunder.

He positioned himself behind her and then thrust his cock into her pussy, hard and fast.

Julie cried out in pain as the store manager's cock filled her pussy. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her sore, red bottom with every thrust. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, stretching her and filling her up.

The store manager fucked her for several minutes, his breath coming in gasps as he pounded her pussy. Finally, he pulled out of her

He picked her up and carried her to the sofa where he put her on her back, lifted and spread her ankles, and pinned them there. This time, he aimed his cock at her asshole and thrust forward, pushing his pussy-juice lubricated cock into her tight little hole.

Julie screamed through her gag as the store manager's cock forced its way into her ass. The pain was intense, and she thought she might pass out, but the pleasure was equally as intense. The store manager didn't stop. He thrust his cock into her ass, hard and fast, until, with a final, brutal thrust, the store manager ejaculated deep inside Julie's ass. He pulled out of her and stepped back, his cock still hard and glistening.

The store manager collected himself, a big grin on his face.

"That's one hot piece of ass," he complimented David.

"I take it you're... satisfied?" David asked with a grin.

"More than satisfied!" he said as he zipped his trousers. "You're free to go. No charges. But you remember this day, young lady, and never make the same mistake again."

David  nodded and helped Julie to her feet. She was unsteady, her legs shaking as she put herself back together again. David put his arm around her and led her out of the office and down the hall.

As they walked, Julie could feel the cum dripping out of her ass, into her panties, and overflowing down her inner thighs. Her jaw was sore, her throat was sore, her mouth was sore, her pussy was sore, her asshole was sore, and her ass was very sore. She could feel the pain from the spanking and the whipping, and she knew that her ass would continue to be sore for days to come.

But as she walked out of the store with her husband, she felt a sense of relief. She had faced her punishment, and she had survived. And now, she knew that she would never make the same mistake again.

FIN

 

Yes, blush (!), that's the shit I most fantasize about...

[P.S. if you liked this story, check out my published M/F stories on Amazon!]

Fiction: The Egging Incident (MF/m)

Hey guys! On a role. This one had a huge assist from the ever-more uncensored grok.ai accessible to premium subscribers ($8/month) on the X platform.

Back in MF/m land with a tale of embarrassing parental discipline for egging old lady Henderson's house down the street. A disclaimer as always. I get off imagining myself at this age, whatever sex, and getting my comeuppance, but, ...

Caveat

There is no overt sexual activity in my story, just embarrassing punitive activity that I've sexualized in my mind. And, just to be 100% clear, I do not advocate sexualized punishments for teens! That's for us grownups imagining we are teens. I present the following as an age regression mindplay, inviting you to imagine yourself at that age.

 

The Egging Incident

Chapter 1: The Knock at the Door

It was a sunny afternoon, and the sun cast its warm rays through the living room windows, illuminating the comfortable space. Mark sat on the couch, playing a video game on his console, his eyes glued to the screen. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He paused his game and looked towards the entrance, wondering who it could be.

His mother, Jane, walked out of the kitchen to answer the door. She opened it and greeted their visitor. "Oh shit," thought Mark, it was their elderly neighbour, Mrs. Henderson, at the door.

Mark's heart sank as he realized what this meant. He had been caught. Just yesterday, he and his friends had decided to play a prank on the nasty old lady down the street by egging her house. He had been so sure that they had gotten away with it.

Moments later, his mother returned to the living room, her face stern and her lips pressed together tightly.

"Mark," she said, her voice sharp. "Mrs. Henderson has something she would like to show us."

Mrs. Henderson entered the room, holding her phone with a video playing on the screen. It showed Mark and his friends throwing eggs at her house, the security camera capturing every moment of their mischievous act.

He felt a mixture of fear and embarrassment as he realized that his actions had led him to this moment. His mother reached for Mark's ear and she lifted him to standing as he winced from the pain. His mother's grip on his ear tightened as she scolded him, her voice filled with anger and disappointment.

"Mark, what were you thinking?" his mother demanded. "You know better than to behave this way. I'm so ashamed of you right now. You have shown a complete lack of respect for our neighbour and her property."

Mark's father, David, walked into the room, his face as stern as Jane's. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a commanding presence. Mark felt small and insignificant under his father's gaze.

"What's this?" he asked. Mrs. Henderson showed him the video as well. His face turned red with anger.

"We've raised you better than this, Mark," he said, his voice stern. "You're going to be punished for what you've done."

Mark's sisters, Emma and Sarah, one younger and one older, stood in the doorway, attracted by the commotion. Emma was 13 years old, and Sarah was 17. Their eyes wide with shock and curiosity. They had never seen their brother in trouble like this before.

"Mark, go to your room and wait for us while we decide what to do with you," David said firmly.

Mark quickly left the room, his head hung low in shame. He ran up the stairs and ran into his room, closing the door behind him, and burst into tears. He knew that he had made a mistake, and now he would have to face the consequences.

He sat on his bed, terrified. Normally he might be grounded and lose privileges. But his mom and dad were so mad, and he had embarrassed them so much with Mrs. Henderson, and his dad had used the word "punished". He had been so stupid! His punishment may still be a grounding. It likely would be, but the concern that made him sick to his stomach was that his father had sent him to his room. The last time he had been sent to his room was when he had been 12 years old, and his father had later come up to give him a spanking.

He couldn't even imagine the humiliation of being spanked in his bedroom at his age. His last spanking had been across his father's knee on his bare bum. And it hurt like the dickens and made him cry at the time. And he was very embarrassed at the looks of pity he got from his mom and older sister after. Like then, if he was spanked, he was sure the whole house would hear it: his mom, Emma, and Sarah. And they would know that he, a fifteen-year-old boy, was still subject to humiliating spankings. Even Emma, 13 years old, would know her big brother was spanked. Emma had never been spanked to the best of his knowledge, and he had no recollection of that happening to Sarah either. It had been bad enough at age 12. It would be devastating at age 15.

He heard the muffled voices of his mom and dad and Mrs. Henderson in the living room, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for whatever they were to decide. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his mother called out to him. "Mark, come to the living room, please."

 

Chapter 2: The Announcement

He breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. At least his dad wasn't coming up to give him a spanking. It had been a foolish thought, he was 15 years old, after all. But he didn't relish the grounding he was sure he would be getting, or the humiliation of being further scolded and sentenced to it while old Mrs. Henderson and his sisters were right there.

He took a deep breath and walked back into the room, his eyes downcast. His sisters were sitting on the couch, their faces unreadable. Mrs. Henderson was still there, a smug smile on her face as she looked at Mark.

"Mark," his father said, his voice stern. "Your mother and I have decided that your punishment will begin with a spanking from each of us."

Mark went white and then he felt his face flush with embarrassment.

"Mom, Dad, I'm too old for a spanking... please!"

"And moreover, young man," said Jane, "we've all decided that your spanking will take place right here, right now, in the living room with Mrs. Henderson and your sisters watching."

"Please, Mom, no!" Mark wailed, his voice shaking. "Please, I know I deserve it, but please, please at least spank me upstairs in my bedroom! Please!"

"No, Mark," David said firmly. "Your punishment will be public, so that everyone can see the consequences of your actions."

"Please, Mom," Mark said, turning to his mother. "Please don't make me do this."

Jane shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mark, but your father and I have made our decision. You will be spanked in the living room, and you will be spanked now."

Mark felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he realized that there was nothing he could do to change his parents' minds. He knew that he had made a mistake, and now he would have to face the consequences.

 

Chapter 3: The Undressing

"Mark," Jane said, her voice stern. "Before we begin your spanking, you'll need to remove your clothes."

Mark's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that his parents were making him undress in front of everyone. He looked at his sisters, who were watching him with wide eyes. He could feel Mrs. Henderson's gaze on him as well.

"Please, Dad," Mark said, his voice barely above a whisper, appealing to his Dad knowing he would surely understand what it meant for a boy to be naked in front of girls and women. "Please don't make me do this."

"Mark, you will do as you are told," David said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

With shaking hands, Mark began to remove his clothes. He took off his shirt first, revealing his skinny chest and arms. He could feel his sisters' eyes on him as he took off his pants, leaving him in just his little white briefs.

"Please, Mom," Mark said, turning to his mother. "Please let me keep my underpants on."

"No, Mark," Jane said, her voice firm. "Your underpants haven't done anything wrong, you have. Now take them off. Now!"

Mark felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he realized that there was nothing he could do to stop his parents. With trembling hands, he reached for the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his penis and testicles. He quickly crouched down, covering his private parts with his hands.

His mother shook her head. "Mark, put your hands at your sides," she said.

Tears streaming down his face, Mark reluctantly did as he was told, standing naked in front of his family and his neighbor, his penis and balls hanging out. His ass bare. His sisters giggled nervously, and Mrs. Henderson smirked, her eyes filled with satisfaction that the boy was being given his due.

Mark closed his eyes, wishing he could disappear. The shame and embarrassment he felt were overwhelming, and he knew that the worst was yet to come.

 

Chapter 4: First Spanking

Mark's father walked over to the couch, his face set in a stern expression. He sat down and patted his lap, indicating for Mark to come over. Mark's heart raced as he realized what was about to happen. With his head hung low, he slowly made his way over to his father, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on him. He had never, ever, as a teenager had his genitals exposed as they were now. And now everybody was seeing them!

"Come on, Mark," his father said, his voice firm. "You need to learn that actions have consequences."

Mark hesitated for a moment, but then reluctantly bent himself over his father's lap. He felt a sense of vulnerability and shame as he lay his completely bare penis and testicles across his father's strong thighs. He couldn't believe that he was about to be spanked like this in front of his mom, his sisters, and, worst of all, old Mrs. Henderson. Mark felt his father's hand on his bare bottom, and he knew that the spanking was about to begin. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the humiliation he was feeling.

His father's hand raised up and then came down hard on Mark's bare bottom, the sound echoing through the room. Mark gasped in shock and pain, and his sisters giggled nervously as they watched the punishment unfold.

"Daddy, no!" Mark cried, tears streaming down his face. "Please, it hurts!"

But his father was relentless, his hand coming down again and again, each spank harder than the last. Mark kicked and squirmed, trying to escape the pain, but his father held him firmly in place.

As Mark struggled, he became acutely aware of his penis and testicles bouncing around on his father's lap, exposed for all to see as he bucked and rolled. He blushed deeply, feeling a sense of humiliation and embarrassment.

As he kicked his legs in an attempt to escape the pain, he heard his sisters giggling. His sisters, who were angled a bit behind, whispered to each other, commenting on his bumhole. Mark's face burned with shame as he realized that even that part of him was visible to everyone in the room. He tried to hold his legs together, but it was futile as the spanking continued.

Mark's cries grew louder and more desperate. He felt like a small child again, being punished by his father, and he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

The spanking continued, with David's hand raining down hard slaps on Mark's bare bottom. Mark cried and begged for his father to stop, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the spanking stopped. Mark was sobbing uncontrollably, his bottom burning with pain. He felt his father's hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

"Mark," David said softly. "I hope you have learned your lesson. You will not disrespect our neighbors or anyone else again."

Mark nodded, unable to speak through his tears. He felt humiliated and ashamed, as he lay across his father's lap, sobbing and trying to catch his breath.

Chapter 5: Second Spanking

Mark's mother stood up, her face set in a stern expression. She walked over to where Mark lay across his father's lap, still sobbing softly.

"Mark, it's my turn now," she said, her voice cold. "I'm going to show you how disappointed I am in your behavior as well."

Mark's heart sank as he realized that his mother was going to punish him also. He felt a sense of dread wash over him.

His mother helped him off his father's lap and made him lie down on the carpet on his back. She then took both of Mark's ankles in one hand and bent his legs up and back, fully exposing his genitals and bottom hole.

Mark blushed a deep red, feeling more embarrassed than he ever had before. Jane began to spank him in the diaper position, completely exposed to everyone in the room. His sisters giggled nervously, and Mrs. Henderson smirked, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Mark's mother began to spank him. While she added to his dad's spanking of his bottom, she payed particular attention to the unspanked backs and high inner thighs, nearest his testicles. Mark wailed in pain and utter humiliation, his cries echoing through the room. She also targeted the sensitive skin up and down inside the cleft of his bottom, nearest his completely exposed bumhole.

"Mom, please, no more! Not there! Not there!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

But his mother was relentless, her hand coming down again and again, each spank harder than the last.

Mark's bottom cleft and inner thighs burned with pain, and he felt like he was going to pass out from the sheer embarrassment of it all. He shook and shimmied his bottom all over the carpet, but his mom just held his ankles high and chased his wriggling bottom wherever it went. The girls and Mrs. Henderson had a fine show of a very embarrassed teenage boy wriggling and wiggling his bum frantically, with everything laid bare.

Finally his mother stopped spanking him. Mark lay on the carpet, sobbing uncontrollably, his bottom and thighs red and sore, and his face wet with tears. His mother looked down at him, her expression cold.

"Mark, I hope you've learned your lesson," she said. "You need to think about your actions and the consequences they have."

Mark nodded, unable to speak, feeling utterly humiliated and ashamed. He just wanted this nightmare to be over.

 

Chapter 6: Made to Clean

Mark's parents allowed him to put his underpants back on, but nothing else. He felt a small sense of relief as he covered his naked body, but the humiliation of being half-naked in front of his family and Mrs. Henderson still weighed heavily on him.

"Now, I believe you have some egg cleaning to get to, young man," said his mom.

"Mom, no! I need to get dressed!"

"You shamed this family in front of the whole neighborhood, young man, so now it's your turn."

"I can't! Not in my underpants! Not outside!"

"We're allowing you to keep your underpants as a privilege, young man," said his dad. "A privilege we could just as easily revoke..."

"Your choice, Mark, underpants, or nothing," said Jane.

Mark looked completely trapped. "Underpants," he said in the barest whisper.

His father and mother then took him to Mrs. Henderson's house to wash the egg off of it. Mark was very embarrassed to be doing this in his underpants, but he knew the alternative was worse.

As they walked to Mrs. Henderson's house, Mark was acutely aware of the stares of passersby. He knew that his spanked bottom, legs, and thighs glowed red around his white underpants, leaving no doubt to anyone who saw him that he had been punished with a spanking.

Mark felt a wave of shame wash over him, and he tried to keep his head down as they walked. He could hear his sisters giggling behind him, and he knew that they were enjoying his humiliation. 

As they arrived at Mrs. Henderson's house, she fetched some cleaning supplies for Mark and handed them to him.

"Do a good job," she said, indicating the front door he had egged, and handed him a bucket of soapy water and a sponge. He began to scrub the egg off of the house, his face burning with embarrassment.

As he worked, he could hear Mrs. Henderson talking to his parents. She was telling them how much she appreciated their efforts to teach Mark a lesson. She said that she hoped that he had learned his lesson and that he would never do something like this again.

Some neighbors came by to watch, and Mark felt even more humiliated as they congratulated his parents on disciplining their child. He could hear their whispers and comments, and he knew that he would never live this down.

Once Mark felt he could get no more done, he stopped and Mrs. Henderson and his parents came over to inspect. The door was cleaned, but the paint was clearly ruined in spots, which angered them all some more.

"We'll pay to get that professionally re-painted, Mrs. Henderson," David said, "and this young man will pay us back every cent from his allowance."

 

Chapter 7: Trip Home

"Don't bother," said Mrs. Henderson. "It needed re-painting anyways, and this is just speeding up the process. However, in light of that, may I suggest an additional punishment for your boy?"

"Of course," both David and Jane said.

"Boy! Come here!" Mrs. Henderson said sharply.

Mark made his way to her, and his heart sank as Mrs. Henderson reached out and hooked the fronts of his underpants down and under his penis and testicles. She then turned him around and tugged up high on the back waistband of his underpants, wedging the material tightly into his crack and against his bumhole.

"Walk him home like that," said Mrs. Henderson with a broad smirk on her face. To Mark's horror, his parents agreed fully. His father took the material at the back, pulled up harder, and suspended Mark there, practically on his tiptoes.

Everybody laughed, including sisters, neighbors, and even some girls from Mark's grade who had happened by, as Mark dangled there, almost completely naked, dancing from toe to toe as the tightly wedged material cut up into his bum crack and lifted and compressed his penis and testicles, which were waving wildly in the air.

"Look at his red bum!" called out one the girls from his class.

"Never mind that," said another, "how about his little thingy!"

Mark felt completely exposed and humiliated as his whole spanked bottom cheeks and genitals were now visible. His father pulled up harder and made Mark walk home like that, practically on his tiptoes the whole way.

As they walked, both Mark's parents smacked his bottom every few steps, causing him to yelp in pain and embarrassment and thrust his hips forward. He could feel the eyes of the whole neighborhood on him, and he knew that his humiliation would be the talk of the town for weeks to come. Mark felt a deep sense of shame wash over him, and he wished that the ground would swallow him up.

Finally, they arrived back at Mark's house. His father released the waistband of his underpants, and Mark gingerly plucked the material out from between his bum cheeks and from beneath his now well-punished testicles.

 

Chapter 8: Corner Time

As they re-entered their house, Mark's mother led him to the hallway and made him stand with his nose against the wall. She then lowered his white briefs to his ankles, leaving him completely exposed once again.

"Mark, you're going to stand here until bedtime as part of your punishment and think about what you've done," she said, her voice cold.

Mark's sisters giggled and whispered to each other, pointing at Mark's exposed bottom and making comments about his red cheeks and the humiliating position he was in.

Mark felt another deep sense of shame wash over him, and he wished that he could just disappear. He could hear his sisters' teasing and laughter, and he knew that they would never let him live this down.

"Mom, please, I've learned my lesson," Mark said, his voice trembling. "Can't I just go to my room?"

His mother shook her head. "No, Mark," she said. "You need to learn that actions have consequences. And part of your punishment is self-reflection right here where we all can keep our eyes on you."

Mark's sisters continued to tease him, making comments about his red bottom and how he must have learned his lesson now. Mark could feel his face burning with embarrassment, and he wished that he could just cover himself up and hide from the world.

"Look at Mark's red bottom," Emma giggled. "He looks like a baboon!"

Sarah joined in, "Yeah, and his little white briefs around his ankles just make it even funnier!"

Mark blushed even deeper, wishing he could just disappear into the wall. The teasing made the punishment even more unbearable.

As the minutes ticked by, Mark's legs began to ache, and his nose grew sore from pressing against the wall. He shifted uncomfortably, but his parents had instructed him not to move, so he remained in place.

"You know, Mark," his father said, "if you had behaved properly in the first place, you wouldn't be standing here with your pants down."

Mark sniffled, "I know, Dad. I'm sorry."

His father nodded, "Well, hopefully this will teach you a lesson." 

The hours passed slowly, and Mark's nose remained pressed against the wall, his bottom exposed for all to see. He could hear his sisters' laughter and his parents' approval of their teasing, and he knew that he would never forget this day.

As the night wore on, Mark stood in the hallway, nose pressed against the wall, and his white briefs around his ankles. He listened to the sounds of dinner that he was missing and then the sounds of his family going about their evening routine.

 

Chapter 9: Bedtime Belting

"Come along young, man," said his mother suddenly, taking him by the ear, "you have one more spanking before we're done."

"Oh, no, Mom, please!" he begged.

As Mark was led by his ear up to his bedroom, his heart pounded in his chest. His mother pushed him into his bedroom where his father was waiting with his belt in hand.

"Mark," his father said, his voice stern. "Don't think you're getting off without a good dose of strap-oil on that bare little butt."

His dad rubbed his belt down with an oiled cloth as Mark watched. "This should do the trick," his dad said as he coated his belt with the strap-oil.

His father made Mark lie over the edge of his bed, his bottom exposed to the air. Mark could feel the cool breeze on his skin, and he knew that it would soon be replaced by the sting of his father's belt.

The first crack of the belt against Mark's bottom was sharp and painful, and he let out a yelp of surprise. He tried to squirm away, but his father held him firmly in place with his free hand pressing him into the bed at his lower back.

The belt continued to land on Mark's bottom, each stroke more painful than the last. Mark cried out in pain, begging for his father to stop, but the punishment continued.

By the final stroke, Mark was sobbing uncontrollably, his bottom and thighs, inner and backs, burning with pain. He felt his father's hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

"Mark," his father said softly. "I hope you have learned your lesson. You will not disrespect our neighbors or anyone else again."

Mark nodded, unable to speak through his tears. He knew that he deserved this punishment, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.

His father helped him up from the bed and had him lay face down atop his sheets. Mark's bum was in no shape to sleep on tonight, or even be covered by a light sheet.

His dad walked to the bedroom door.

"Girls!" he called, and Emma and Sarah came over. "This is what happens when you do something as irresponsible as what Mark did."

The girls stared wide-eyed at Mark's bare bottom, trembling atop his bed. While it had been red before, it was now crimson red and criss-crossed with purple welts from the belt. Mark's legs were spread, his inner thighs too sore from the belt whips to think of closing. As a result, as he writhed in pain on the bed, the girls had a clear view of his by now very familiar penis and testicles writhing against the bed between his legs.

With that, his dad turned out his light and closed his door, leaving Mark laying on his tummy, his bottom still burning, crying himself to sleep.

 

Chapter 10: Schoolday Teasing

Mark walked into school the next day, feeling like everyone was staring at him. The rumors had spread quickly, and it seemed like everyone knew about his humiliating punishment. His sisters made sure the story was accurately told.

His classmates whispered and giggled as he walked by, making comments about his dad spanking him naked over his knee, having to clean off the egg in his underpants, and having to walk home with a cock-out wedgie. Mark's face burned with shame, and he wished that he could just disappear.

On his way home, a group of girls approached him, their eyes filled with mischief. They teased him about how embarrassed he must have been as his mommy spanked him in the diaper position, his pee pee and butthole all on display while old lady Henderson watched.

"Did your mommy put you in a diaper after, Mark?" one of the girls asked, a smirk on her face. "Did you wet it?"

Mark felt his face turn bright red, and he didn't know how to respond. The girls laughed and walked away, leaving him standing there, feeling more humiliated than ever before.

As he walked home, Mark realized that his punishment had not ended with the spanking. The teasing and humiliation would continue for a long time, and he would have to learn to live with it.

Chapter 11: Zero Tolerance

Mark walked into his house, feeling angry and frustrated. The teasing he had received at school had been too much to bear, and he blamed his mother for the humiliation he had endured.

He found his mother in the kitchen and started yelling at her, his voice filled with anger and resentment. His mother listened to him for a moment, but then she grabbed him by the arm and led him over to the kitchen table.

"Mark, I will not tolerate such behavior," she said, her voice stern. "You need to learn to not talk to your mother in that tone. From now on it is zero tolerance for you!"

Without warning, she pulled down Mark's pants and underpants, leaving him exposed from the waist down. She then took him over her knee and began to spank him, her hand coming down hard on his bare bottom.

Mark's sisters watched from the doorway, their eyes wide with surprise. Mark felt a deep sense of humiliation as he lay across his mother's lap, his bottom red and sore from the spanking.

After a few minutes, his mother stopped spanking him and stood him up. "Mark, you will stand in timeout until your father comes home," she said, her voice cold.

Mark stood in the corner of the kitchen, his pants and underpants still down around his ankles. His sisters giggled and whispered to each other, pointing at his red bottom and making comments about his punishment.

Mark realized that his days of private punishments were over. His family had no qualms about humiliating him in front of others, and he would have to learn to live with that as well.

 

Chapter 11: Wait 'Till Daddy Gets Home

When Mark's father arrived home and saw Mark standing in the corner with his pants and underpants down, he must couldn't believe he had misbehaved again, so soon after the egging. He asked his wife what had happened, and she recounted how Mark had yelled at her and blamed her for the teasing he had received at school.

Mark's father became angry, and he pulled Mark into the living room for another hard spanking. He sat down on the couch and put Mark across his lap, his hand coming down hard on Mark's bare bottom.

Mark cried out in pain as his father's hand landed on his already sore bottom. The spanking was much longer and harder than his mother's, and Mark could feel tears streaming down his face.

After the spanking, Mark's father stood him up and made him stand in the corner, his pants and underpants still down around his ankles. Mark's bottom was red and sore, and he could feel the sting of the spanking with every movement.

At dinner time, Mark's bottom was so sore that he was unable to sit down. His father made him stand at the mantle, eating his dinner while his sisters giggled and whispered to each other. Mark's dad made him keep his pants down so the girls could see his punished bottom and little penis, and Mark felt a deep sense of humiliation.

From then on, whenever Mark's mother would say "wait until your father comes home," he would break out into a cold sweat. He knew that his father's punishments were much worse than his mother's, and he would do anything to avoid them.

FIN

Fiction: A Church Spanking (MMF/F)

Any of you ever been spanked at church or for misbehaving during church? The whole concept turns me on!

A good part of my e-book on Amazon, Julie's Spankings, focusses on age-regressed church discipline for me. The subtitle is even "A Semi-Autobiographical Account of a Young Wife's Husbandly Spankings and Embarrassingly Public Punishments in the Family and Church Setting".

Here's a short little quickie story along those lines created with the assistance of X's grok...

A Church Spanking

David and Julie Thompson were devout Baptists, attending church every Sunday at the local Baptist church, where the sermons were fiery and the congregation was tight-knit. The church was known for its strict adherence to biblical teachings, and the practice of disciplining naughty children (and sometimes wives) was not only encouraged but celebrated as a way to maintain order and respect within the community.

David was a tall, strong man with a kind face and a gentle demeanour, while Julie was an attractive fresh-faced blonde with a bright smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. They were deeply in love, and their marriage was a testament to their commitment to each other and to their faith. However, Julie could sometimes be a handful, but David never shirked from his duty when she needed to be disciplined in the home.

On this particular Sunday, Julie had forgotten to put her phone on mute during the sermon. As Reverend Johnson spoke passionately about the importance of obedience and respect within a marriage, a loud ringtone suddenly interrupted him. The congregation turned their heads to see Julie frantically trying to silence her phone.

A few minutes later, Julie's phone buzzed again, signalling that she had received a text message. Unaware of her surroundings, she began texting back, completely engrossed in her conversation. Reverend Johnson noticed her distraction and decided to address it publicly.

"Mrs. Thompson, I see that you are more concerned with your phone than with the word of God," he said sternly. "Please hand over your phone to me."

Julie, embarrassed and ashamed, went up and handed her phone to the pastor. He placed it on the pulpit and continued his sermon, but the incident had left a lasting impression on both Julie and David.

After the service, David took Julie by the ear and led her up to the pastor. "I'm so sorry for my wife's behavior, Pastor," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Is there a place I can discipline her for her actions?"

The pastor nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, Brother David. Follow me."

The pastor and his wife led David and Julie down a narrow hallway to the adjoining hall where socials were held after each service. Off the hall they stopped in front of a nondescript door. "This is the Crying Room," the pastor explained. "It's a place for crying babies during the service, but also for children who need to be disciplined. You may use it for your purposes."

The room was almost bare except for a single wooden armless chair placed in the center. The walls had bookshelves containing old hymnals.

David thanked the pastor and his wife, but as they turned to leave, he called out to them. "Would you please stay and bear witness to my wife's discipline? I believe it would be beneficial for her to have your support."

The pastor and his wife exchanged a knowing glance and agreed, closing the door behind them. The parishioners were just beginning to gather for the church social, and the sound of laughter and conversation filtered through the thin walls.

David directed Julie to bend over his knee, and she complied, her face flushed with shame and fear. David lifted her skirt and lowered her panties, exposing her bare bottom to the watchful eyes of the pastor and his wife. With a heavy hand, David began to spank Julie, the sound of his palm connecting with her flesh echoing in the small room.

Julie was no stranger to David's heavy hand on her slight but well-rounded bottom, but she had never been spanked in front of witnesses before, and this was an entirely new level of shame for her.

Julie's cries grew louder as the spanking continued, and soon, the parishioners outside the Crying Room could hear the discipline being applied. They paused in their conversations, exchanging knowing glances and nodding in approval at the sound of Julie's punishment.

Finally, David stopped, his hand stinging from the force of his discipline. He helped Julie to her feet and led her to a bare corner of the room, her bottom bright red and tender. "Now, nose in the corner, young lady," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. Her panties remained at her ankles and David raised her skirt, tucking it under her arms that he made her cross behind her back. "You will stay there like that until you have reflected on your actions and are ready to apologize. Come out whenever you feel ready."

Julie sniffled, her eyes wet with tears as she faced the corner, her spanked bottom on full display for the pastor and his wife to see. Julie shuddered at the humiliation. David and the pastor and his wife stepped out of the Crying Room. As the door opened, several parishioners were able to see right into the room and right at the unfortunate young wife in timeout.

As David was about to close the door, he had a thought. "Pastor, what do you think of leaving the door open? Make a little example of my naughty wife?"

The pastor chuckled and said it would surely help him solve the problems of mobile phones in church. And so, with the pastor's permission, the door was left wide open so that the parishioners could see the results of Julie's discipline.

As the church social continued, more and more people noticed the open door and the punished wife standing in the corner. They whispered to each other, nodding in approval at the sight of Julie's red bottom and the knowledge that she had been disciplined for her transgressions.

Julie stood there shamed to her very core. She had heard the exchange and knew the door had been left open. She clearly heard the bustle of the hall and the giggles and twitters of children even, seeing the naughty wife displaying her bare spanked butt. She couldn't dispute the Justice of it, though. She had twice interrupted the sermon and she knew she needed to be made an example of.

Her husband had left her free to come out of the corner once she "had reflected on her actions". She knew, though, that if she came out prematurely she'd be spanked again, and likely even more publicly. So she stood there, clenching her rear cheeks and shaking with shame for what she hoped and prayed was a decent period of reflection.

After a period of reflection she thought reasonable she took a deep breath and restored her panties and skirt. She rubbed around her eyes and sniffled, trying to compose herself. Looking more confident than she felt, she turned and smiled and quickly made her way towards her husband and the pastor.

"I'm so sorry for my behaviour today," she said, her voice trembling. "I promise to be more respectful in the future and to never let my phone interrupt the service again."

The pastor smiled and placed a comforting hand on Julie's shoulder. "We forgive you, Julie," he said, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "Remember, we discipline out of love and a desire to see you grow in faith and obedience."

David wrapped his arms around Julie, pulling her close to his chest. "I love you, Julie," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "And I am proud of you for accepting your discipline with grace and humility."

Julie retreated to the familiarity of her friends who teased her mercilessly, as friends do. She received compliments on her "cute little butt", with a few of the wives saying they had words with their husbands for staring too long at it. One woman said that judging by the results, her man sure knew how to spank, and Julie was oddly proud of that. However, "we've all been there, honey," seemed to be the dominant attitude, but they all agreed none of them ever quite so publicly!

As the church social came to a close and the parishioners began to leave, they cast approving glances at David and Julie, knowing that their love for each other and their faith in the Lord had been strengthened through the trials of the day. And so, the story of the Crying Room and the disciplined wife became a tale of redemption and love, a testament to the power of faith and the bond between husband and wife.

FIN

There we go, hope you liked it. Tell me in the comments about your church experiences or fantasies along these lines!

Fiction: The Over-Extended Wife (MMF/F)

Hey fiction fans! Back with another one. This one is about little slut Julie who thinks she's too smart by half, but is shown that really she's not a lot more than just ass, tits, and holes.

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

The Over-Extended Wife

The Crisis

David stormed into the living room, his face red with anger. He threw his phone onto the couch and stared at Julie, who sat curled up on the armchair, her eyes wide with fear.

"I was just on with the bank. Do you have any idea what you've done?" David growled, his voice shaking with rage.

Julie swallowed hard, tears already streaming down her face. "David, I'm so sorry. I thought it was a sure thing. I thought we could finally get out of debt and—"

"And now we're in even more debt!" David shouted, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You lost everything we had, Julie! Everything!"

Julie couldn't find the words to defend herself. She knew she had made a terrible mistake, but she never imagined it would have such dire consequences.

David and Julie had married a few years ago. David was a regular hard-working guy with a good education and steady contract work. Julie had flitted in and of many things. This thing, that thing, the other thing. Her latest thing was day trading. She was making some okay money some days, but whatever she made one day seemed to disappear the next. David was against it, but Julie was an independent spirit and would do what she wanted to do.

Her big mistake was getting into options. They could leverage your winnings, but could also multiply your losses. To trade options, she needed a margin account, so she transferred their savings and maxed their line of credit to have enough to cover a big trade, something she had been tipped off was a sure thing from a very trusted source. David knew none of this. Julie would make her killing, then put everything back, with David never being the wiser. She'd prove to everyone that she was more than just a pretty face, especially David's insufferable parents, who just didn't understand her sort of genius. But of course, the trade went against her and she lost everything. Everything.

"I'm going to have to call my parents for help," David said, his voice low and bitter. "There's no other way. We can't pay the utilities, the credit cards, the mortgage. We can't borrow from the bank, you saw to that. We needed that money, Julie, to see us through until my next contract. We're going to have to ask them for help."

David's parents, George and Helen, were quite wealthy, but David had an independent streak and prided himself on not ever having to ask them for help. Moreover, they had disapproved of his marriage to Julie, whom they considered to be a pretty face, but flighty and unreliable, stuck up, full of herself, a know it all, and entirely unsuited as a wife or potential mother, and things had been frosty since.

"I'm so sorry," said Julie, crying.

"I'm calling them," David said, picking up his phone and retreating to the study to make the call.

Julie groaned. This would only solidify their already impossibly low opinion of her.

The Call

David made the call. His dad picked up, and David asked if mom could be on the line as well. David explained the entire situation to them and asked for their help. After hearing the full story, they put him on hold and had a brief discussion amongst themselves. Then they came back on the line.

"Your mother and I will help you son, but there's a condition attached."

"What condition?"

"It's that wife of yours..."

"I know what you think of her, but we're not splitting up. No way. Despite everything, and while being as mad as can be at her, I still love her."

"No, no. Not that. Something different. That wife of yours needs knocking down a peg or two. And she needs some discipline in her life."

David chuckled. "I cannot disagree."

"Then consider our condition a gift to you. We'll loan you the money, zero interest and open-ended, you pay us back when you can, but you and Julie have to come over here to collect the check."

David was confused. They had not visited for a while, but that did not seem terribly onerous.

"And when you're here, your mother and I want to see you give that woman of yours a damned good spanking."

David almost did a spit-take. A spanking?

"Clothes off, while we watch," stipulated his mom, "that should bring her down that peg or two your father mentioned."

"Naked?"

"Butt naked," his dad confirmed.

"And," his mom added, "the spanking needs to be a real one, no pitty-pat spanking. We need to see a tomato red butt by the end of it."

"Geeze, Mom, Dad, I 'dunno..."

"Come on, son, you know you want to," said his dad, egging him on.

"Well, no question she deserves it, and no question I'd enjoy doing it, that's for sure, but I can't imagine what she'd say..."

"Well you just tell her that's the condition," said his mom, "and we'll see exactly how high and mighty she really is, or if she'd make that sacrifice to atone for what she did. If she agrees, my opinion of her would go up."

"Same here," said his dad. "If she can accept responsibility like this, well it's more that I would have expected of her."

"Okay, mom, dad, I'll put it to her and get back to you."

The Decision

David walked back to the living room, his head spinning.

"Are they 'gonna help?" Julie asked hopefully, the only lifeline they appeared to have.

"Oh, they'll help, but they have a condition, and you won't like it..."

"They're not splitting us up!" said Julie fiercely.

"No, it's not that. I thought that too at first. I think it's something designed to bring us all closer together."

"What?"

"Well, they really want for you to take responsibility for what you did."

"I do take responsibility, full responsibility. I said I was sorry."

"No, no, not like that... they, ummm, want you to accept kind of, well, a punishment I guess is the best way to put it."

"From them?"

"No, no, from me, but with them, 'kinda, watching, to make sure and all..."

"Just get it out already, what kind of punishment?"

"A spanking. A real one. Over my knee. And... ah... naked."

Julie gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. "David, you can't be serious! I can't do that! I can't be naked in front of your mom and your dad especially! And I won't be spanked like a child!"

"We have no choice," David said. "We need their help, and this is their condition. They made it 100% clear to me that it's the only way they'll help, and we're all out of options. If you don't accept responsibility like that, we'll lose everything. You're just going to have to suck it up, princess."

Julie felt a wave of shame wash over her, but despite her protests, she knew she had no other option. She also had another feeling – a confusing feeling – a dampening feeling in her panty. She squeezed her legs together, nodded, and said, her voice barely a whisper, "fine, I'll do it."

The Strip-Tease

On the day of the spanking, Julie stood in her in-law's living room, her body trembling with fear and embarrassment. David's parents, George and Helen, sat on the couch, watching her intently. David retained residual anger at Julie and was determined to punish her properly and exactly according to his parents' wishes. He loved her, but her know-it-all recklessness needed to be humbled, David saw that.

"Take off your clothes, Julie," David commanded, his voice stern.

Julie hesitated, her cheeks burning with shame. While she had previously agreed, the reality of it made her have second thoughts. "Please, David, don't make me do this."

"Do it, or I'll do it for you," David said, his eyes narrowing. George and Helen smirked at Julie, pleased that at least their son was taking this seriously.

Julie's hands trembled as she slowly removed her clothing, piece by piece. The room was silent, save for the rustling of fabric as she undressed. She removed her skirt and blouse, leaving her standing there in her matching bra and panty set.

"Please, David, ..."

"You agreed, Julie. All the way."

Julie quickly glanced at George and Helen, then looked away again. They were enjoying this. They were enjoying her humiliation.

"I don't see why my bra has to..."

"Naked, young lady, that was the condition."

Angrily, Julie reached behind her and unfastened her bra strap. She used her left arm to cover her breasts as she removed and discarded the bra.

"Panties too."

"They're really thin panties, I'll feel it just as much with them on!"

"Panties too, Julie."

Exasperated, she turned side-on to George and Helen, slipped down her panties with her free hand, immediately covered her pussy with her hand, and turned back to face them.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood completely naked before David's parents, her meager hands and arms providing her only protection from their full gaze.

"Move your hands to your sides, Julie."

"I don't see why I ..."

"Do it! Or you'll get it worse, I promise you."

Julie miserably removed her hands, fully exposing herself to her in-laws.

David's mother, Helen, couldn't help but comment on Julie's figure. "You've got a lovely figure, Julie. It's a shame you've put yourself in this situation."

Julie blushed and hyper-ventilated, her firm breasts heaving.

"Yes," David's father agreed, "A very fetching girl without her clothes on. I can see why he married her."

Julie blushed at being assessed this way, like a slave at a slave market.

David placed a chair in the center of the room and sat down. He looked at Julie sternly and said, "Come here and lie across my lap."

Tears welled up anew in Julie's eyes as she walked over to David and positioned herself across his lap. Her breasts dangling off his thighs, her bare bottom presented for all to see.

"Please, David," Julie begged, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this."

David didn't respond, instead bringing his hand down hard on Julie's backside. She yelped in pain, her body jerking forward.

"You'll take your punishment like a good girl," David said, his voice unyielding.

David continued to spank Julie, his hand coming down hard on her round, pale cheeks. Each slap echoed through the room, and Julie's bottom began to turn a bright shade of pink. Her father-in-law chuckled as he watched, enjoying the sight of Julie's jiggling breasts and the sound of her cries.

"You're doing a good job, David," George said approvingly. "Look at those big tits of hers bounce, Helen!"

As the spanking continued, Julie began to squirm and kick her legs. David held her firmly in place, not allowing her to escape her punishment. The pain in her bottom was intense, but the humiliation she felt was even worse.

George stood up and walked to take in Julie's draped form from behind, his eyes becoming fixed on Julie's exposed pussy and bumhole between her wildly kicking legs.

"Nice view," he commented.

Helen stood to join him.

"Oh, dear! Quite the little anatomy show from here," she agreed.

Julie's embarrassment increased considerably.

David continued to spank Julie, his hand coming down on her bottom with force. Julie writhed and kicked her feet, as David's dad and mom got an eyeful, but David was undeterred.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, David stopped. He looked at his father, sensing that he wanted to get in on the action.

"Do you want a turn, Dad?" he asked, his voice calm and even.

George grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, I think I will," he said, his voice eager.

David stopped spanking Julie and helped her to stand. He looked at his father, then at Julie's tear-streaked face. "Alright, Dad. She's all yours."

John took David's place in the chair and patted his lap. "Come on, Julie. Over my knee."

Julie hesitated for a moment. This wasn't part of the deal! Nonetheless, she reluctantly lay across her father-in-law's lap. The older man began to spank her, his hand coming down even harder than David's had. Julie's cries grew louder, and she began to struggle against George's hold.

"Please, George, stop!" Julie begged. "I've learned my lesson, I promise!"

George ignored her pleas and continued to spank her. As he did, he noticed that Julie's pussy was becoming wet. He smiled to himself, realizing that the humiliation and pain were turning her on.

"You know, David," George said as he continued to spank Julie. "I think your wife might be enjoying this more than she's letting on."

David looked at Julie's wet pussy, then at her flushed face, and saw the truth in his father's words. "You might be right, Dad. Maybe she needs a little more punishment to really learn her lesson."

George nodded and adjusted Julie's position on his lap. He turned her so that she straddled one of his knees, forcing her to spread her legs and grind her wet pussy against his leg as he spanked her. Julie's moans filled the room as she writhed in pleasure and pain.

As George spanked her, he occasionally let his fingers slip between her legs to spank her wet pussy. Each slap sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through Julie's body, and her moans grew louder.

"She's positively soaked down here!" George observed.

"Quite the little slut!" Helen opined, with a laugh.

Finally, George stopped spanking her and helped her to stand. "Alright, Julie. I think you've had enough from me."

Julie's face was red with embarrassment, and her bottom was an even brighter shade of red. Her pussy was soaked with her arousal, and she could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs.

David's mother, Helen, stepped forward. "My turn," she said, a wicked smile on her face.

She led Julie to the back of the couch and made her bend over and spread her legs, exposing her pussy and bumhole to the room. Helen went to drawer she had put it in earlier that day, and picked up a strap.

Julie wailed as the strap came down on her bottom, her inner thighs, and skilfully grazing her bumhole and her pussy. The pain was intense, but it only served to heighten her arousal. She couldn't help but grind her hips against the back of the couch, seeking some relief for her throbbing pussy.

When it was finally over, Julie was left sobbing and trembling, her skin red and sore.

David helped Julie to her feet. "You'll stand in the corner with your nose pressed against the wall until I let you out," he said, his voice low and stern.

Julie nodded, her eyes downcast, and walked to the corner of the room. She pressed her nose against the wall, her body still shaking with pain and humiliation.

It was all David could do to maintain his stern countenance. She had deserved every lick, but her sexual reaction to her own beating was a surprise. Naughty girl, he thought to himself.

As she stood there, naked and sore, her pussy dripping, she couldn't help but think about the consequences of her actions. She had lost everything, including her dignity, and she knew she would never make such a mistake again.

A Plan to Repay

As Julie stood in the corner, her face flushed with embarrassment and her bottom still throbbing from the spanking, David sat down with his parents to discuss the financial arrangement.

"We'll loan you the money you need," George said, his voice firm. "But you'll have to pay us back eventually, of course."

"Of course, Dad, but I have no idea how long that might take."

Helen smiled slyly, her eyes twinkling with a wicked idea. "I have a suggestion," she said. "Since Julie is such a pretty girl with those big bouncing breasts and her cute pouty little vagin, and since she gets so wet so easily during her discipline,  why not set up an OnlyFans account for the two of you? Focus it around a weekly live-stream of a realistic spanking for a naked wife. I'm sure there'd be quite the paying audience for the type of show she just put on for us."

"Great idea, sweetheart," said George, "we'd be your biggest fans!"

Julie heard all this from the corner and blushed strongly. That's all they think I'm good for, Julie thought to herself, a bum and a pussy, only fit for OnlyFans. Apparently, they weren't wrong...

David was seriously considering the idea. It was unconventional, to say the least, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He did not want to be beholden to his parents for longer than necessary so they needed the money to repay the loan, and this seemed like the quickest way to do it.

"Well I'd be in," David finally agreed. "Julie, did you hear? Are you willing to take responsibility for your actions to that extent?"

Julie trembled at the thought. The one spanking was bad enough, but to endure it once a week? Not only would she have to face the regular pain and humiliation of being spanked by David, but she would also have to do it for the whole world to see. But she had brought this upon herself, and now she would have to pay the price.

"I'll do it," she said softly from the corner. "For us."

Setting Up

David immediately starts working on the project, purchasing all the necessary camera gear and setting up a spanking studio in their home. The studio is simple, with only a wooden chair as its centerpiece.

They advertise their spanking sessions as "hard and realistic disciplinary spankings" to attract an audience.

The concept was that once a week, at a regular day and time, Julie would endure a fully nude for-real punishment spanking in front of the cameras. David placed three cameras strategically to capture every angle of her punishment. One camera was placed to focus on the overall view, while another was placed to zoom in on her bouncing breasts. The third camera was placed with the intent to capture her soaking wet pussy and gaping bumhole, capturing the intimate details of her arousal during the spanking. David rigged a remote control foot peddle he could use to switch camera angles and zoom in and out while the spanking was underway.

After each session, David would make Julie stand in the corner with her nose pressed against the wall, and he would zoom the camera in on her beaten backside. The red marks on her skin and the tears streaming down her face should create an intense, emotional scene that captivates their fans.

When the day of the first spanking session arrived, Julie was nervous and filled with shame. She stood naked in the spanking studio, her heart pounding in her chest as David prepared the cameras.

"Are you ready?" he asked her, his voice gentle.

Julie nodded, unable to speak.

David made a quick speech about his naughty wife and the reason she was being punished as she stood there, bare and shivering. Then he positioned her over his lap and began to spank her, his hand coming down hard on her bare bottom. Each slap echoed through the room, and Julie's cries filled the air.

As the spanking continued, David could feel his wife's pussy getting wetter and wetter. He knew that her humiliation and the pain of the spanking were turning her on, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement himself.

When the spanking was over, David helped Julie to her feet and positioned her in the corner of the room, her nose and breasts pressed against the wall, her bum arched out to display her wet pussy and gaping bumhole. He zoomed in on her beaten backside, capturing every detail of her reddened skin.

The first spanking session was a huge success. It went viral and the feedback from their fans was overwhelmingly positive. They received dozens of comments, most of them lewd, praising the authenticity and intensity of the spankings, and suggesting that David punish Julie harder and perform further and more obscene and degrading sexual acts on her. Their subs started rising almost immediately.

SpankMaster69: "David, you're a true artist with your hand! Julie's ass is a masterpiece after each session. Keep up the great work!"

DomDaddy123: "Julie, your pussy is always so wet and ready for more. I can't get enough of watching you take your punishment. You're a natural!"

RedHotRita: "The close-up on Julie's bumhole is my favorite part! David, make sure to give her a good ass fingering next time. I want to see her squirm!"

LickMySpanks: "I love the way Julie's breasts bounce when she's getting spanked. Can we get a special video with some nipple play, please?"

SandySweet16: "David is a real hunk. Spank me, Daddy!"

PunishPrincess: "The corner time is such a nice touch. It really shows that Julie knows she's been a naughty girl. More of that, please!"

SlapHappySam: "David, your hand must be made of steel! Julie's ass is always so red and hot by the end. I bet she can't sit for days!"

HardOnForHardSpanks: "The sound of your hand slapping on Julie's ass is music to my ears. Can we get some audio clips of her moans and gasps?"

GeorgeAndHelenInLaws: "Nice to see Julie taking responsibility for her actions like this, and glad to see the intensity of the spanking. Keep it up, kids!"

WetWillyWendy: "Julie, your pussy is always so wet during a spanking. I'd love to see David slide his fingers inside while he's spanking you."

KinkyKitten: "I love the way Julie's bumhole gapes when she's getting spanked. Can we get a super close-up of that next time?" 

SpankMeHarder: "The overall view of Julie's body during the spanking is amazing. Keep those cameras rolling, and don't forget to zoom in on her pussy and bumhole!" 

Edith879: "Julie's expressions and reactions are so genuine, it's impossible not to get turned on!"

FrankSpank12: "The way her pussy gets so wet during the spanking is just incredible. I can't look away!" 

SamStalion: "David's firm hand delivers the perfect punishment. Julie's red bottom is a work of art." 

ArtOfWhack: "The close-up shots of her bouncing breasts and gaping bumhole are the best part. I can't get enough!" 

Louise95: "I love how Julie's nose-in-the-corner time lets us see the full extent of her punishment. It's so hot!" 

Lurker48: "I love watching her pussy get wetter with each stroke of your hand. You should use a paddle next time to make her scream even louder." 

SexySadie: "Have her suck your cock while her red ass is on display, then fuck her from behind so we can see her pussy getting pounded!" 

Riley82: "I love the way her pussy gets so wet when you spank her. You should make her masturbate while you spank her so we can see her cum." 

FrankenTeen1: "Have her wear a butt plug while she gets spanked, and then make her beg for your cock to fill her tight little asshole."

As Julie read the comments, she blushed at the extent of her weekly online humiliation. Thousands of men, women, teenagers, and likely even young boys, see her spanked literally to tears every week, with all her previously most private parts on full humiliating display. Not to mention her in-laws, George and Helen, who invariably left a comment.

After the very first time, Julie asked David to take it more easy on her, but David would have none of it. Their brand was for-real spanking punishment, and he refused to compromise, and so Julie was to be spanked hard, once a week, with no end in sight. He made an example of her on week two by relaying her request to the audience, and then demonstrating what he thought of her ask. She didn't ask again

Watch Party

David and Julie always live-streamed her spanking at 8pm on most Fridays. George and Helen made a ritual out of watching their son discipline Julie. They would prepare a bowl of popcorn and settle down in front of their big screen tv, eagerly awaiting the live broadcast.

George took a handful of popcorn and leaned back in his chair. "You know, Helen, I never thought I'd see the day when our son would be spanking his wife on camera for the world to see."

Helen chuckled, her eyes glued to the screen. "Well, dear, desperate times call for desperate measures. And you have to admit, it's been quite effective in helping them pay off the loan."

The spanking session began, and Julie was bent over David's lap, her bare bottom exposed to the camera. George and Helen watched intently as David's hand came down hard on Julie's buttocks, each slap echoing through the room.

"Look at that jiggle," George commented, a hint of amusement in his voice. "She's really taking it like a champ."

Helen  nodded in agreement. "I never thought Julie would have it in her, but she's proving us wrong."

As the spankings continued, George and Helen discussed Julie's progress. They both agreed that she had come a long way since the first time she had been spanked. They were impressed by her resilience and determination to make things right.

The Fans Are Always Right

The response to their spanking sessions was overwhelming. Within a few months, they had a large following, and the money began to pour in. They were able to start paying down the loan earlier than expected, just as George and Helen had predicted.

As David and Julie continued their weekly spanking sessions, the comments from their fans became more and more obscene suggesting degrading sexual acts be performed on her. Julie was reluctant, but David's worrisome attitude was that you don't tell your customers what your product is, they tell you.

SpankMaster69: "You should use a paddle next time. Make her scream!"

RedBottomLover: "Her pussy looks so wet! You should fuck her right after the spanking."

PainAndPleasure99: "She deserves a good fucking after that spanking. Make her take it in her bumhole!"

RoughRider101: "Why not tie her up next time? Make her completely helpless."

CuckoldKing: "You should invite other men to spank her too. Make her a true slut."

AssSlut666: "She needs a good caning. That'll teach her a lesson."

CumSlut4U: "Make her suck your cock after the spanking. She needs to be humiliated."

PainLover420: "Why not use a belt next time? That'll leave some serious marks."

DegradationQueen: "Make her beg for the spanking. She needs to be completely humiliated."

DomDaddy23: "You should make her wear a butt plug during the spanking. She'll be begging for your cock."

SpankMaster123: "Make her scream for mercy, David! She deserves it for her sins."

DirtyGirlLover: "I want to see her pussy dripping wet and her bumhole gaping after you're done fucking her."

HardSpanker: "I'd love to see her lick her own juices off the chair after you're done spanking her."

BDSM_Daddy: "Make her beg for more. She needs to be punished properly."

PussyLicker69: "I want to see you fuck her in the ass while she's still crying from the spanking."

PunishHerHard: "She needs to be humiliated more. Make her crawl on her hands and knees like the slut she is."

RedHotSpanker: "I want to see her do a handstand while you spank her pussy and bumhole."

DirtyDom: "Make her wear a dog collar and leash while you spank her. She needs to be treated like the animal she is."

SpankMeHarder: "I want to see her lick your boots while you spank her. She needs to learn her place."

SlutPunishment: "Make her suck your cock while you spank her. She needs to be degraded and humiliated."

At David's insistence they started catering to some of the fan suggestions, and Julie went along with it submissively.

One week, David called her attention to one particular request:

PussyLicker69: "I want to see you fuck her in the ass while she's still crying from the spanking."

David thought this would be a good complement to their brand. Julie complained that his parents would see that! That did not seem to phase him in the least.

Bum Fucked Slut

As David and Julie prepared for their weekly spanking session, George and Martha settled down in front of the TV with their usual bowl of popcorn. They eagerly awaited the live broadcast, curious to see what new twist their son and daughter-in-law had in store for them.

The spanking session began, and Julie was bent over David's lap, her bare bottom exposed to the camera. George and Martha watched intently as David's hand came down hard on Julie's buttocks, each slap echoing through the room.

This week's was a particularly intense spanking session, and Julie was crying big wet tears while still across his lap absorbing her punishment.

"This is really what their brand is all about," said George.

"Yes, they're certainly nailing it this time. Look at her crying!" added Helen.

After what was perhaps one of the most intense spanking sessions they'd seen, their son instructed Julie to get up and bend over the chair, her reddened bottom facing the camera.

"What's he doing?" George asked, leaning forward in his chair.

Helen shrugged, her eyes glued to the screen. "I have no idea, dear."

David positioned himself behind Julie and began to rub her ass, his hands spreading her cheeks apart. He then slowly inserted his finger into her tight hole, causing Julie to gasp in surprise.

"Oh my," Martha whispered, her cheeks flushing.

George chuckled, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Looks like our little slut daughter-in-law is in for a treat."

David continued to finger Julie's asshole, his movements becoming more and more vigorous. Julie moaned and writhed under his touch, tears falling as her body trembled with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"I think she likes it," George said, popping another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Helen nodded in agreement. "I must say, I never thought I'd see the day when our son would be doing this to his wife."

As David removed his finger from Julie's asshole, he positioned his hard cock at her entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside, causing Julie to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire.

George and Helen watched in fascination, as did 10,236 other livestream viewers,  as David began to thrust in and out of Julie's ass, his movements becoming more and more frantic. Julie's moans and cries filled the room, her body arching with pleasure.

"Look at that," George said, his voice filled with admiration. "Our little slut daughter-in-law is taking it like a champ."

Helen nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Yes, she certainly is."

As David continued to fuck Julie's ass, George and Martha watched with rapt attention. They were both amazed by the intensity of the moment, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

Finally, David pulled out his big cock practically bursting, made Julie hold her own ass cheeks wide apart with her hands, and then shot his load all over her ass and bumhole

George and Helen sat back in their chairs, their eyes still glued to the screen. They both knew that this had been a special moment, one that they would never forget.

"Well," George said, his voice filled with satisfaction, "That's quite the brand extension. I think we can say that this has been a successful venture for all of us. And finally their's a good use for Julie."

Helen smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, indeed. She's all ass, tits, and holes, just what we thought, but at least we've figured out how to put them to good use. We've managed to help our son pay off his loan, and we've had quite a bit of entertainment along the way."

"As have a lot of other people," added George.

With that, George and Helen finished off the last of their popcorn and turned off the tv, satisfied with the outcome of their little experiment.

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