Fiction: Julie's Cornertime Humiliation (F/M)

If you've been a long time reader of my blog, you'll know I went through a particularly submissive phase where I entered into a Domestic Discipline Contract with my husband. I admit, I was over enthusiastic, and I do tend to take things too far. I really obsessed about my parents being in on it also, and we told them and even involved them. I'm not allowed to play like that any more, but I still fondly recall elements of all that, and still fantasize about it. Here is one such fantasy, aided and abetted by ChatGPT-4o, based on a couple of actual events that I will never, ever, forget!

Julie's Cornertime Humiliation

Chapter 1: Dinner Begins

Julie sat at the dinner table, surrounded by her husband David and her parents, Doug and Mary. The aroma of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air, and the clinking of silverware against plates provided a pleasant, rhythmic backdrop to their conversation. Julie loved family dinners. They were a chance to reconnect, share stories, and enjoy each other's company. However, there was one thing that always seemed to ruin their dinners: politics! 

Julie had always been passionate about her political views. She followed the news religiously and was not shy about expressing her support for former and future President Trump. Unfortunately, her parents despised discussing politics and were particularly averse to Trump. They had made it clear on multiple occasions that they wanted to keep family dinners free of political discourse, especially if it involved "that man".

"Can you believe what they're doing to Trump now?" Julie blurted out, unable to contain herself. She launched into a detailed account of the latest baseless (in her opinion) legal case she had read online, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

David, seeing the annoyance in her parents' faces, something Julie seemed oblivious to, shot her a warning glance. "Julie, we've talked about this. Let's keep politics out of dinner conversation."

Julie flushed slightly but couldn't help herself. "But it's so important! People need to know the truth."

Doug sighed and exchanged a weary look with Mary. They had heard it all before, and they were tired of the arguments that inevitably followed. Mary reached for her wine glass, hoping to soothe the rising tension.

"Julie, honey, we've had this conversation. Let's just enjoy our meal," Mary said gently.

Julie huffed but fell silent, poking at her mashed potatoes with a fork. She felt misunderstood and unappreciated. Why couldn't they see how important these issues were? Why couldn't they see they were all brainwashed lemmings!?!

Chapter 2:  Cornertime

Dinner continued uneventfully for a few minutes, but the peace was short-lived. Julie hated being shut-up and couldn't resist the urge to share another piece of news she had found particularly shocking.

"And did you hear about the new evidence they found about election rigging? It completely proves Trump won in 2020!" she exclaimed.

David's jaw tightened. "Julie, this is your last warning. No more politics at the table. That is final!"

Julie glared at him, feeling a mix of frustration and defiance. She didn't like being silenced, especially not about something she was so passionate about.

Doug and Mary watched the exchange with a mixture of relief and approval. They appreciated David's effort to keep the conversation civil and were grateful for his intervention.

Julie felt a knot of resentment in her chest. She hated being told what to do, especially in front of her parents. It made her feel small and insignificant.

"Yeah, but Trump..."

David put down his fork and looked Julie straight in the eyes, interrupting her mid-sentence. "That's it, Julie! Go stand in the corner!"

Julie stared at him in shock. "What? You can't be serious."

"I am serious. Go to the corner, now," David said firmly.

"You can't treat me like a child!" Julie said petulantly. She felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She couldn't believe he was doing this in front of her parents. She glanced at Doug and Mary, hoping for some support, but they were watching with approving looks. They clearly thought this was the right move.

David pushed his chair back and stood up. He took Julie by the arm and bodily lifted her right to her feet.

"David! No!"

David walked her to the corner and pushed her nose into it.

"Do not test me, young lady!" David said firmly.

With a huff of frustration and indignation and a stamp of her foot, Julie acquiesced, her face burning with humiliation. She felt like a child being punished, and it stung. But there was also a strange excitement bubbling up inside her. She had always admired David's strength and assertiveness, and there was something undeniably thrilling about him taking control like this.

Chapter 3: Reflections

As she stood with her nose in the corner, she could hear the conversation at the table resume. Her parents were clearly relieved to be able to enjoy their meal without the intrusion of political arguments. Julie felt a pang of resentment, but it was mixed with a growing sense of something else. She was embarrassed, yes, but she couldn't deny the thrill of being disciplined by her husband.

She felt a whirlwind of emotions – humiliation, anger, and a strange sense of arousal that she couldn't quite understand. She had never been in this situation before, and it was both mortifying and exhilarating.

"I can't believe he's doing this," she thought to herself. "In front of my parents, no less. This is so humiliating."

But even as she felt the heat of embarrassment, there was a part of her that reveled in David's assertiveness. She had always been attracted to his strong, decisive nature, and this was just another display of that. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of him taking control, even if it meant she was the one being disciplined.

"This is so unfair," she fumed silently. "But... why do I feel so excited? What's wrong with me?"

Her thoughts continued to swirl as she stood there, trying to make sense of her conflicting emotions. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she liked the way David was handling the situation. It made her feel safe, in a strange way, knowing that he was willing to take charge and enforce boundaries.

Halfway through her timeout, as if he had been fuming about it ever since, David's voice cut through her thoughts. "Julie, if there's a repeat of this behavior, today or any day, I'll give you a spanking right in front of your parents."

Julie's eyes widened, and she felt a jolt of excitement mixed with fear. The idea of being spanked in front of her parents was mortifying, but it also sent a shiver of arousal down her spine. She stomped her foot in frustration once again, trying to mask her feelings.

"David, this is ridiculous," she said, her voice tinged with desperation.

"Stand still," David commanded. "Or I'll add more time to your punishment."

Julie clenched her fists, trying to contain her frustration. But as she stood there, she couldn't help but imagine how the spanking would unfold. Would it be across his knee, like a child? Would he pull down her pants and panties, and spank her bare bottom? The thought made her squirm with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

She tried to shake off the thoughts, but they kept creeping back. She imagined the look on her parents' faces, the sting of the spanking, and the way David's strong hands would feel against her skin. It was humiliating, but it was also incredibly exciting.

She imagined what her Dad might see of her if she was bare bottomed and bent across David's knee, her legs kicking up a storm. If he was seated behind, forget about just her bare bum, as if that wasn't already bad enough, he'd likely see everything there was to see of her, like a gynaecologist at a check-up.

Julie couldn't resist the temptation to see if David would follow through on his threat. She was curious, despite her embarrassment, and she wanted to know just how far he would go. With a racing heart, she made a comment from the corner, her voice dripping with defiance.

"Well, at least Trump isn't a senile old crook like Biden...," she muttered.

"That's it!" David roared as Julie cringed.

Chapter 4: Spanking

She heard him push back from the table and approach, and her heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. Every step he took toward her heightened her anticipation and embarrassment. When he finally reached her, she felt his firm grip on her arm, guiding her away from the corner.

Julie felt the eyes of her parents on her, making the situation even more mortifying. She glanced briefly at their faces – Doug and Mary wore expressions of stern approval, clearly in agreement with David's disciplinary measures. This only added to Julie's feeling of being treated like a misbehaving child, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.

David led her to a dining room chair, and Julie's heart beat even faster. She knew what was coming, but the reality of it still felt surreal. "You're going to learn to listen," David said firmly. He sat down and pulled Julie over his knee, positioning her so that her bottom was raised.

He reached under and undid the clasp of her pants and unzipped them. Then, with one motion he pulled both pants and panties down to her knees. Julie tried to stop their descent, but it was futile.

Julie felt a wave of intense humiliation. Here she was, a grown woman, bared, about to be spanked like a naughty child in front of her parents! But amidst the embarrassment, there was an undeniable current of arousal. She felt her cheeks flush, not just from the shame but also from the anticipation of what was to come.

David's hand rested on her bottom for a moment, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through her body. Then, without warning, he brought his hand down with a sharp smack. The sound of the slap echoed in the room, and Julie gasped, more from the shock of the situation than from the pain. The spanking continued, each smack firm and decisive. David's hand connected with her skin in a rhythm that left her breathless.

With each slap, Julie's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. The stinging pain in her bottom was real, but so was the growing heat of arousal. She felt humiliated and vulnerable, yet there was something undeniably thrilling about the way David was taking control. She couldn't help but squirm, her body reacting instinctively to the sensations coursing through her.

"Stay still," David commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Julie bit her lip, trying to comply, but the mix of pain and excitement made it difficult. Each smack seemed to heighten her arousal, making it harder to remain still. She felt her body betraying her, responding to the spanking in ways she couldn't control.

Doug and Mary watched the scene unfold with a mixture of approval and relief. They were glad that David was taking charge and setting boundaries, even if it meant their daughter was being disciplined in front of them. For them, it was a necessary step to restore peace and order to their family gatherings.

As the spanking continued, Julie's mind became a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she couldn't deny the thrill it brought. The pain in her bottom was intense, each smack leaving a burning sting, but the arousal that accompanied it was even more powerful. She felt herself getting wetter with each slap, her body responding in ways that left her both embarrassed and excited.

As David spanked, she lowered her elbows to the floor, bent more acutely over his knee, exaggerated the arch in her back and the lift in her bottom. She spread her legs as much as her banded pants and panties allowed. She wriggled and wiggled, praying that everybody would see it just as her genuine, albeit humiliating, reaction to her spanking. However, inwardly, she thrilled at putting on this bare wet pussy show for her Daddy who was seated clearly behind the action.

Feeling the utter thrill of humiliation, Julie turned on the warterworks and began begging, and pleading, and promising to be "a good girl!"

When David finally stopped, Julie's bottom was on fire. She was breathless, her body trembling with the mix of pain and arousal. David stood her up and looked her in the eyes, his expression serious but caring. "Now, back to the corner," he said, "pants and panties stay down."

Chapter 5: Panties Down

Julie obeyed, her legs feeling weak as she shuffled back to her place in the corner. Her bottom was bare, and she could feel the cool air against her hot skin. The humiliation of standing there, her punishment visible to everyone, was intense. But so was the excitement. She stood with her nose against the wall, her mind replaying the spanking over and over.

The sting in her bottom was a constant reminder of her punishment, but it was the arousal that surprised her the most. She had never experienced anything like this before – the mix of humiliation and excitement was intoxicating.

Julie tried to focus on the sounds of the dinner table behind her. She could hear the clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation as her parents and David resumed their meal. She felt a pang of isolation, standing there with her back to them, her bottom exposed and burning. But even this sense of exclusion added to her arousal. She was the center of attention, even if in a shameful way, and it made her feel alive in a way she couldn't quite explain.

As she stood there, her mind wandered back to the spanking. She couldn't stop thinking about the way David's hand had felt, the firm, controlled power in each stroke. She imagined what it would have looked like from her parents' perspective – their daughter being spanked like a naughty child. Daddy seeing everything.

The thought made her squirm with embarrassment, but it also sent another wave of arousal through her body.

Her thoughts became more vivid, imagining what might happen if she continued to push David's buttons. Would he spank her again, right there in front of her parents? Would he make her strip completely, leaving her even more exposed and vulnerable? Would he bend her over and use his belt in front of Daddy? Would Daddy get to use the belt on her? The fantasies swirled in her mind, each one more thrilling and humiliating than the last.

Julie bit her lip, trying to keep still as David had commanded, but her mind was betraying her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her arousal growing. She could feel the wetness between her legs, a stark contrast to the sting in her bottom. It was as if her body was at war with itself, the pain and pleasure mingling in a way that left her breathless. She squeezed her thighs together and wriggled.

"Stand still, Julie," David's voice cut through her thoughts, making her jump slightly. "Don't make me come over there again."

Julie nodded, her face burning with embarrassment. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She tried to focus on standing still.

Mary, in touch with a woman's feelings, ventured, "I think she might have enjoyed that spanking a little too much..."

Julie gasped. Fortunately the men argued Mary, pointing out how red her bum was and all the wriggling and even the... discharge... was a natural reaction to such a severe spanking. Mary did not seem to buy it, but didn't pursue it either.

"Oh no," thought Julie. "Mom knows... And Daddy saw her... wet pussy!"

She could again hear her parents’ voices at the table, back to being engaged in a conversation with David. Their tone was relaxed, almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But Julie knew better. She knew they were aware of her every squirm, her every movement. This knowledge only deepened her embarrassment.

For Julie, each attempt to focus on the present was interrupted by the memory of David’s firm hand on her bare bottom and the overwhelming mix of emotions it had produced. She couldn’t shake off the paradoxical blend of humiliation and arousal that now seemed to define her very being.

Doug’s voice broke through her thoughts. "David, we appreciate you taking control of the situation. Julie’s political outbursts have been getting out of hand, and it’s good to see you setting some boundaries. Goodness knows you've given her ample warnings. Maybe now she’ll finally learn."

Julie cringed inwardly at her father’s words. It was bad enough to be punished, but to have her parents commend David for it added another layer of humiliation. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill that came with it. She wanted to be good, to be obedient, and to please her husband and parents, even if it meant enduring such shame. Julie’s cheeks burned as she heard their words. She felt like a child being discussed by adults, her behaviour critiqued and her punishment validated. But there was also a part of her that reveled in the attention, in the fact that she was the focal point of such a significant moment.

David’s voice was calm and firm. “Julie needs to understand that there are consequences for her actions. I’m sure this will be a lesson she won’t soon forget.”

Julie’s mind was a whirlpool of emotions. She wanted to rebel, to shout that this was unfair. But the sternness in David’s voice and the approving tones of her parents silenced her. The mixture of authority and approval from the people she loved most was intoxicating.

As dessert was served, Julie remained in the corner, her bottom still bare and stinging from the spanking. The smell of sweet treats wafted through the air, but she could only think about the feelings coursing through her. The arousal had not diminished; if anything, it had intensified. She felt the heat between her legs growing, a stark contrast to the cool air. The embarrassment of being disciplined so publicly mingled with an undeniable arousal that she struggled to comprehend. She felt vulnerable and exposed, yet also strangely empowered by the attention and the strict control David was exerting over her.

She tried to focus on the sounds behind her – the clinking of spoons against dessert dishes, the low murmur of conversation, the occasional laugh from her parents. But every sound seemed to amplify her sense of isolation and humiliation. She could hear David's voice, calm and authoritative, discussing everyday topics with her parents as if nothing unusual was happening. It was surreal and added to the intensity of her emotions.

Julie's thoughts drifted again back to the spanking. The memory of David's firm hand on her bare bottom, the sharp sting of each smack, and the way he had taken control of the situation filled her mind. She imagined his expression – a mix of determination and care – and it sent another wave of arousal through her body. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the growing ache, but it only intensified the sensation.

Chapter 6: Reprieve

"Julie, you can come out now," David's voice broke through her thoughts, making her jump slightly. "Join us for dessert."

"May I... p...p...pull up my p...p...pants and panties, Sir?"

David chuckled at his newly obedient wife and responded, "you may."

Julie quickly bent and pulled everything back into place. She rubbed her eyes, took a deep breath, then turned slowly, her face still flushed with embarrassment. She walked back to the table with as much dignity as she could muster, acutely aware of her parents' eyes on her. She felt small and exposed, but also strangely exhilarated. She took her seat, her bottom still stinging from the spanking, a constant reminder of her punishment.

The dessert – a delicious-looking chocolate cake – was already on her plate. Julie picked up her fork and took a small bite, the sweetness contrasting with the bitter emotions swirling inside her. She glanced at David, who gave her a reassuring smile, and then at her parents, who looked relieved and satisfied.

David broke the silence. "Julie, I hope you understand why this had to happen?"

Doug added, "Yes, we've had quite enough of your political arguments. We just want to have a peaceful family dinner."

"Hear, hear," Mary added.

Julie nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand, Mom, Dad. I'm sorry."

Mary reached over and patted her hand. "It's for your own good, honey. Sometimes we need a firm hand to guide us. And it's not so bad now, is it? It has its perks."

The men looked confused. Julie blushed powerfully.

"We'll discuss it later, young lady. Maybe a little conversation about appropriate and inappropriate behaviour in public. Just the two of us?"

"Yes, Mama," Julie said, not able to meet her gaze. She asked herself, "Is Mama 'gonna spank me, for putting on a show for Daddy?" She didn't doubt it.

As the conversation shifted back to more mundane topics, Julie tried to focus on her dessert, but her mind kept returning to the spanking and the feelings it had stirred within her. She couldn't shake off the arousal, the way her body had responded to the discipline. She knew her Mom had noticed, but wondered if David had noticed, if he understood the effect his actions had on her.

When the meal finally ended, Julie felt a sense of relief but also a lingering excitement. As they said their goodbyes and got into the car, Julie, humiliated, wet, and hot-bottomed, had never craved a good fucking as much as she did just then.