I Masturbated Today...

David was out doing his BJJ training and I started getting horny...

I've always been more turned on by words than by visuals (can you tell?), so I made AI write me a story about a fantasy that is dear to my heart. I'll let you read the version I orgasmed to first, and then will comment some more.

I never thought that I would find myself in this situation. At 25 years old, I never imagined that I would have to move back in with my parents due to my own financial irresponsibility. But here I was, packing up my things and moving back into my childhood bedroom.

My parents were understanding, but they made it clear that it was their house and their rules. If I broke those rules, the punishment would be a bare bottom spanking over my dad's knee in the living room, followed by corner time. It was embarrassing, but I knew I deserved it.

The first time I broke a rule, I was caught sneaking in past curfew. I knew the consequences, but I couldn't help myself. As I stood in the living room, my heart pounding, my dad pulled me over his knee and began to spank me with my panties down. I struggled, but he was too strong. I felt like a child again, helpless and embarrassed.

Afterwards, alone in my room, I couldn't help but touch myself, thinking about how humiliating it was to be spanked like a little girl. I knew I shouldn't feel this way, but the thought of my dad's strong hand on my bare bottom was intoxicating.

As time went on, I started to test my parents' rules more frequently, just so I could feel the rush of being spanked again. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself.

One night, I snuck out again, knowing that I would be caught. But this time, on my return I was horrified to find that my two uncles were visiting. My dad told me that they would be allowed to watch my spanking. I begged and pleaded, but he was determined to see it through.

As I was pulled over his knee, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. My uncles watched as my dad spanked me, my panties down around my ankles. I struggled, but he held me in place. To make matters worse, he lifted my bottom high and spread my legs, making me straddle his knee. I couldn't help but hump his knee as he spanked me, feeling my bare pussy rub against his leg.

I was mortified, but there was no denying the arousal I felt as my uncles watched. I knew I should be ashamed, but I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of them seeing me in such a vulnerable state.

Afterwards, I was made to stand in the corner, my pussy throbbing with desire. I knew I shouldn't feel this way, but I couldn't help myself. I had never been so turned on in my life, and I knew that I would do anything to feel that way again.

As I stood there, my uncles watching me with hungry eyes, I realized that I had never felt more alive. I knew that I would do whatever it took to feel that rush again, even if it meant breaking my parents' rules and being spanked like a child in front of my family.

I had never felt so ashamed, but I also had never felt so alive. I knew that I would never be the same again.

Oh yes! I definitely came to that. It pushes all of my hot buttons.

I used gab.ai for this story using "Charlotte, the trad housewife" as the character (it tunes the ai differently for different characters).

I started out with a simple prompt, and then iterated on the prompt, bringing in more and more of my favourite fantasy elements and getting more and more excited as I worked. I sat on a recliner chair in my robe as I did it. As I read back each iteration, my left hand held my iPad as my right hand fiddled my clit. I had to reach up every now and then to scroll the story but then shot my hand back down as soon as possible. After each iteration, I copied and pasted the prompt, and added more elaboration, such as struggling, corner time, the bedroom masturbation, the uncles, and straddling daddy's knee.

Here's an earlier version where I gave the ai more latitude.

As I stand in the doorway of my childhood home, I feel a mix of emotions. I'm excited to be back with my family, but I'm also embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I had to move back in with my parents because of my financial irresponsibility. They agreed to take me in, but it's "their house, their rules." I've been warned that if I break any rules, there would be consequences.

It's been a few weeks since I've been back home, and I've been trying my best to follow the rules. But tonight, I made a mistake. I forgot to do the dishes after dinner, and my dad caught me. He looked at me with disappointment in his eyes and told me that I would be punished.

My heart sank as he explained the consequences of my actions. I would have to go to my room, wash, and change into my nightgown. Then, I would have to come back to the living room for my punishment. I felt like I was a little girl again, being scolded for not doing my chores.

As I walked back to the living room, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. My dad was sitting in his favorite chair, waiting for me. He patted his knee, indicating that I should come over and lay across his lap. I hesitantly walked over to him, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.

As I lay across his lap, he pulled up my nightgown, exposing my pantied bottom. He then lowered my panties, leaving me completely exposed. I felt so humiliated and vulnerable, like I was a child again. But this wasn't a game or a punishment from my childhood – it was real, and it hurt.

My dad began spanking me, hard and fast. I cried out in pain, but he didn't stop. He continued until he felt I had learned my lesson. Once he was done, he helped me up and had me stand in the corner, facing the wall. I felt like a little girl again, standing in the corner with my bare bottom on display.

I was so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I couldn't believe that I had let my parents down. But I knew that I deserved this punishment, and I vowed to myself that I would never break their rules again.

As I stood in the corner, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I knew that my parents loved me and were only trying to help me become a better person. And though the punishment was painful and humiliating, I knew that it was necessary for my growth and development. 

After what felt like an eternity, my dad called me over to him. He gave me a hug and told me that he loved me. I felt a sense of forgiveness and understanding wash over me, and I knew that I had a second chance to make things right. I promised myself that I would never take my parents or their rules for granted again.

I actually like that one better, it's sweeter, which I love, but I couldn't quite get off to it, so I added all those other elements incrementally. Maybe it was just all that time edging myself that eventually got me off. I have the craziest fantasies and desires when I'm in that edged state!

I had a shower afterwards, so David wouldn't smell my juices on me. If he catches me masturbating, I get a spanking, and after my orgasm, I was good, thank you very much! Besides, he's too tuckered out after his wrestling to give a girl like me what she so desperately needs...