Because of his bad behaviour he will be made into his grown daughter Julie's little bitch in order to teach him a well-earned lesson. Too bad his daughter lives so far away. Not a problem. The family maid Consuella and Julie are very close, and Julie sees no reason not to expand the scope of willing Consuella's duties.
The whole situation started when Julie was visiting back home, and accidentally walked in on her daddy jerking off to spanking and femdom material on the web. Julie had a little freak out. But she walked over to daddy's computer, checked the bookmarks, and found her own blog prominently bookmarked!!!!
Julie was very angry with her daddy for his invasion of her privacy, and (yuck!!!) jerking off to her blog articles concerning her life with david. Julie also was angry because her daddy spanked her once when she was younger, and now that she knows he is into spanking thinks that was entirely inappropriate.
Julie threatened to tell Mom, stormed out, did not really speak much to daddy, and left to go back home. And thus begins the correspondence...
[All letters from Julie primarily written by Julie, all letters to Julie primarily written by my anonymous pen-pal. Illustrations by lill jo]
Letter 1
To: Julie
Now my dearest daughter let's just take it easy and stay calm and talk through this situation, ok?
I must admit that you happened in on a most embarrassing moment but I think you might be over reacting, young lady. I have always put my family first and if your mother found out about this it would be devastating to her and our family. So perhaps we can find a good compromise, yes?
I already wiped the memory on my computer and deleted any files related to the web surfing that found me reading about you and david. I have no earthly idea on how I arrived at that site that day and don't know of any way to duplicate that search. You are the tech genius in the family & you know that I can hardly get to my financial reports and stock portfolios...let alone figure out how to surf the web accurately.
I promise that I won't ever again read about what you are doing with david....that's your life and I won't interfere nor tease david. Good God, I mean how will I even be able to look him in the eye the next time you both come to visit with the thoughts of him sitting on that chair you made for him. oh dear Lord where do you get those ideas?
As for spanking you for cheating, yes, I did and I'd do it again, young lady to teach you the lesson that cheating is wrong. A cheater only cheats herself. You needed a hard lesson and your mother was not available to take you over her knee which was the normal way of punishing you then. The family hairbrush always seemed effective on your bare bottom but cheating was a most serious error in your judgement.
Taking you by the arm out to the shop for that belting was simply the most private place and it allowed me a bit of time to cool off after reading the letter from school. As for you thinking that I had any thoughts during the belting I'm just ashamed to even think you'd think that a father would have thoughts as his daughter squirmed around like you were with your legs kicking. It may not have been all that hard a leathering but you certainly carried on so much that I recall you kicked off those little pink panties. And thinking back, I do remember that after the belting, that I held you in my lap, my strong arms wrapped around you, dried your tears and told you how much I loved you.
Now finally I think that perhaps some of your Psychology classwork and theories have clouded your thoughts about your loving Father. I'm a normal, hard working Dad who totally loves his beautiful talented brilliant daughter. You know I have a great deal of respect for what you've done already at such a young age, my sugar plum.
Put whatever tome you've been researching odd behaviors where you've found such wild thoughts of perverse activities back into the stacks of the University library and let's both move on to our real lives, dear. Come visit and let's do lunch soon. I've got a meeting tomorrow morning with the stock broker and could fly you down and meet you at Tony's for lunch around 11ish. I know you enjoy the chef there. We can have him whip up your favorite and finish it all off with a double scoop of pralines and cream ice cream. Sound like a good deal, sugar? Good good.....
HUGS
Daddy
P.S. Oh...I do think I was able to transfer a little something over to your account for those shoes you were looking for.
Ok, I'm starting to calm down a bit now, daddy. I suppose I need to put this all in perspective. You are only a man, after all.
I know! Steal a pair of Mom's panties (and for God's sake make sure she doesn't catch you), put them on, rub your pathetic dick in front of your computer, pull your panties down to your knees, cum into your hand, and then swallow it all down like a good little subby slutty daddy. I have that photo. Your computer is hacked. You are my BITCH!
Please understand, I do love you daddy, but you clearly need some training in respecting and obeying the women in the family, and since I'm not there to do it in person, I'm forced to do it this way instead.
And if you're a good daddy, and do as I tell you, then next time I visit and have you in the house alone, I might just put on a pair of those yellow kitchen gloves Mom keeps under the counter, get a big handful of slippery, soapy detergent, and give your dirty, dirty, cock and bumhole a good cleaning. I'm sure they could use a thorough scrubbing at your daughter's hands? But if you make a mess when I'm doing that, you just know you're going to have to go across my knee for a lesson in controlling yourself...
Oh, and thanks for the cash. Keep it coming. Love you! You are still my very favourite daddy!
Julie
P.S. You have a homework assignment, bitch. Write me a nice long note about your true feelings and motivations when you belt whipped me. What you saw, in detail, and what you felt when you saw it. Oh, and put some of your disgusting porn photos in to illustrate it. And no bullshit this time like in your note to me before. I want the truth out of you for once.
Homework
You won't let up, will you? You just have to know, don't you? This isn't right. It's so terribly wrong, oh so wrong, Julie. I thought I had hidden those thoughts away years ago but they keep coming back, creeping back inside me, churning, burning…the image of you over that sawhorse. Oh this is not right. Your daddy loves you. A father doesn't have thoughts like this, no, it's not right. You really should not be asking, why are you tormenting me like this Julie, my little princess, my love….my dearest daughter. I've kept the secret all these years. The secret of what a twisted father I'd become. A good father should not enjoy watching or doing those things or thinking such thoughts…but I did, didn't I….and look at what it's done to me now years later. I am so ashamed. I feel so exposed by what you are writing about and it's all true…so very true. I know you've lost all of your respect for your father. That hurts the most. I lived my life for you and your sisters and mom. Built a fortune…a beautiful estate…all of those fun vacations and the good life but now I feel so low, so exposed, so vulnerable to you and what you've discovered about your father. This is very bad, your father has been so very bad.
I'm so very sorry, Julie.
Can you forgive me?
No…your letters make it very clear that forgiveness is not what you have on your mind. You want to know….all about me, the thoughts…my thoughts. Oh my dear girl you should not hear these things about your father. Why can't you still be the cute little girl who grew up right here in front of me? My princess so full of energy, so pure, so beautiful, so curious and yet a rebel with that streak in you that always seemed to get you into troubles here and there? Your sisters were always so good, such good students, so well behaved. You were the little trouble maker, such a bundle of energy to try to contain and to shape into a fine young lady.
That's why we had to discipline you, princess….for your own good. You know that with my business travels your mother had the primary duties of raising the three of you girls. Your mother and I had grown up in a time when spankings at home were acceptable behavior. We talked a lot about the newest methods being suggested for bringing up a family. We tried time outs and taking away privileges but while that worked for your sisters, you always seemed to need a bit stronger methods. The odd smacks in your early years turned into those real spankings over your mother's lap as you grew into your teen years. I remember the frustrations you gave your mother's patience and the first time she finally brought out the black hairbrush that her mother had passed down to her. While your Mom was always careful to take you into her bedroom and close the door for your spankings, I could still hear your tears and crying from outside the closed door, and that tore me up, but your mother was firm; she has always been very firm and strict.
You grew up too fast, princess. One day you were in diapers, the next day you started school and overnight you were wearing a bra and tiny panties with little flowers and becoming a real woman. You were so innocent and trusting of your brave and strong Daddy. Oh those were such joyous days with you when you'd come out into the shop on weekends or help me in the garden. You were always the "tom boy" of the girls….wanting to learn how tools worked things grew from seeds into those wonderful tomatoes. Remember those tomatoes, princess? So ripe, so red….oh damn….see how twisted you've made me? I think tomatoes growing in the garden and I see your bare bottom glowing red.
There, I've said it….you want to know what I saw that night? I saw your bare bottom, so perky, so soft yet so firm…so spankable, so vulnerable bent over the sawhorse with the blanket I'd put there so you would feel more comfortable as if that meant anything to you, well it did in my mind. I never wanted to hurt you, princess. You just seemed to push and press me up against a wall. I had no choice. I was so upset by that note from the Headmistress about you cheating on that exam, that math exam. You were such the math wizard why oh why did you have to cheat?
But I knew I was not supposed to spank you. That was Mom's job. And she had forbade me from ever spanking you. I realize now how wise she was. But you were always getting spanked by her, and it was maddening that I could never see it. And it was belittling to me, as a man, that I was not allowed to do this thing to my own daughter, and it had become such a huge thing for me. So on this one occasion, when you had behaved so badly, I disobeyed your Mom, and I took you out to the shed...
And when I tugged down your pants and those cute little pink panties I saw your little pussy with just a hint of blonde hair…when did that happen? When did you grow up? When did my little princess start to have blonde pubes barely covering such a pretty grown up girl pussy? Oh dear Lord. What was I doing? I was lost in a fog of twisted thoughts, anger about you cheating, frustrations and now very foreign thoughts about a nearly naked teenager that I was bending over that sawhorse.
I saw you wiggle your bottom as you got as comfortable as you could bent over like that….and then I saw you spread your legs open but I had not told you to do that princess. Maybe you were overbalanced but no, thinking back, you must have done that on purpose. Why? Why did you do that? Because I could not help but see everything….your pouty pussy lips and your little winking asshole. And then you wiggled and pushed those cute cheeks up and back….just asking for the belt….and so open. I saw those pink pussy lips were glistening with moisture….you were wet! Oh you naughty girl, I never thought….oh you.
I remember taking off my belt and scolding you about cheating. I can still see you looking back, your blonde hair hiding part of your face but you looking me in the eye as I raised that belt. Your eyes were wild and I think I heard you say "Oh, Daddy" and then the belt smacked against those milky white mounds of tender teen flesh. A wide band of red across both cheeks. And that wiggle and a bit of kicking your legs which only opened you even wider to my eyes. Oh why did I watch totally mesmerized by those pink lips and now the red marks glowing on your bottom cheeks.
6 good firm smacks seemed enough to teach you a good lesson. You certainly carried on so much I thought it was a good belting. You kicked off your pants and panties with all your wild wiggling. I remember running my hand across your welted cheeks as I was putting my belt back on. Listening to you sobbing. Your bottom was so hot to touch….oh so tender, so soft….so red.
Then we sat together, you on my lap….hugging you, telling you how your daddy loved you and wanted you to be a good girl not a cheater. I dried your tears and held you close until you calmed down. Then watched your glowing bottom as you ran back to the house and to your room for bed. I picked up your pants and the pink panties. That's when I noticed the wet spot on my slacks where you had been sitting, you naughty girl. Those panties were damp too. I put them in my pocket. See what you've caused me to do? I was just trying to be a good father & teach you some valuable life lessons, my princess. My dear darling princess.
You went to your bed that night with a glowing red bottom….and I went into my study, sat down at my desk and took your panties out of my pocket. I'm ashamed to say that I felt them moist with your juices and I smelled them….and licked them……oh the shame. I was very turned on by the whole scene, I jerked off….just as I am right now. Yes, princess, your shameless daddy is following your instructions to the letter. I don't have your panties today but rather a pair I stole from your mother's drawer. I've been wearing them as I wrote this horrible confession and now….well…..per your instructions they are pulled down around my knees. I'm thinking back to that night….reading these words and now seeing that I was just a pawn in a grand play of yours. Part of me is so ashamed but another is so proud of my strong demanding daughter, oh what a woman you've grown up to be. So very strong. I am so weak….so turned on by the thought of what you do to men these days…oh oh oh my princess…..may I, please? oh please princess….yes, into my hand as instructed….. please princess…..see your daddy is being a good daddy for you…following your instructions…..oh so hard for you…..all for you, darling daughter…..now? please….oh yes yes yes!!...for you, princess…..as it always has been…..all….all for YOU!!!
Daddy
To: daddy
Ewwwww! So gross, daddy.
But at least you are finally being honest. Good thing. I guess Mom won't have to see that photo this week. But if you start backsliding on me, daddy, and stop obeying me, she gets the photo and your lovely description of your thoughts as you belt-whipped my ass. You are soooo fucked now, daddy!
I know I told you to, but it was still pretty gross that you illustrated your homework with such filthy porn photos, and it embarrassed me. I didn't realize I was showing off quite to that extent! I thought you were getting just a peek at my pussy. Apparently not! Looking at those photos, and reading your description, it looks like I was wet and gaping, and my little rosebud on full display too. OMG! That was definitely not what I intended, but I was young and inexperienced, what did I know?
But don't feel guilty about lusting after me. You're only a male, and you're all alike. You think with your dick head. That's why you need the women in your life to tell you what to do, and teach you how to behave.
All my friends would go on about how hot you were. What a hunk I had for a daddy. I was proud, but jealous too. I wanted you to myself! So I did put on that little show on purpose. I hated that Mom always spanked me. I always wanted you to do it but you never did! You looked like a man, but you were too much of a pussy! Finally you did. I had to actually cheat on a test when Mom was away and deliberately get caught before you finally did something about me. Talk about being thick, daddy. Ha Ha!
You know what else I wanted? I wanted you to bring Juan in and make him stick his fat cock in me, popping my cherry, or even fucking me in the ass, I didn't care. I hadn't yet been with a boy. I would have done anything to please you, daddy, even been punished like that with Juan. I would have knelt in front of him and taken him into my mouth. You could have made me kneel still for Juan to cum on my face, like in the porn movies, or into my mouth. Or you could have had him come on my tits, and then made me lick it all up and swallow every last drop. That's what a little slut like me deserved. To be cum on, made to lick it all up, and then be slapped in the face for being such a dirty, dirty slut, for thinking such nasty, nasty thoughts.
And the only reason I was crying was because it was tears of frustration that after I finally got you to whip my bare ass, you stopped after six wimpy strokes. What kind of a southern tanning is that???? I wanted to suffer under that belt, suffer under your belt, daddy. Suffer for you. And during the whole thing you barely even touched me with your hand (you weren't quite 100% honest with me in your homework, daddy, your fingers grazed across my pussy when you ran your hand across my cheeks. I felt it like an electric shock through my body). I should have been punished properly for being such a slut. Punished by being made to take a hard fucking in every hole I had, made to take the cock like a little slut like me deserved. And I did deserve it. I was wild. I needed to be trained and broken. Broken like the wild little filly I was. Broken to the whip and to Juan's cock. And yet what did I get? Six wimpy ass strokes, and a guilty little grope from my dad. Pathetic.
Unfortunately for you, I've grown out of my submissive phase. Now I enjoy holding the belt (as you know from my blog), and it's not going to be any other way from now on.
So now that you've finally admitted your true feelings about that belt whipping, and since you are feeling so pathetically guilty about it now, I'm going to help you, daddy. I'm going to help you by punishing you for what you did, and for your naughty thoughts about your daughter.
Next time I visit, I'll make sure Mom is on an errand, and then you and I will be taking a trip to the shed. You will be walking in front of me, and I will be following behind, holding your very thick, doubled up leather belt in my hand.
When we get there, your pants and underpants are coming off, daddy, and you'll bend over the sawhorse, just like I was bent over it. I'll make you spread your legs, so that I'll have a proper view of your dangling cock and balls, dancing as I belt whip you. And oh yes, you'll be belt whipped. Belt whipped properly. And I wont be stopping at six wimpy strokes. No. I'll whip you how a slutty little teenaged girl who shows off her pussy and her asshole to her daddy ought to be whipped. Except you'll be that slutty little teenaged girl, and I'll be your daddy this time.
I'll take particular delight in watching your delicate little virginal rosebud winking at me. And I know how to aim a belt. I know how to aim a belt so that it wraps right in there, punishing your little hole, making it red and sore and ready for me.
You read right daddy. Ready for me. Ready to be taught a lesson about what a little teenaged girl wanted all those years ago but that you never gave her. Maybe I'll use my strap-on to teach you that lesson, or maybe I'll use Juan to do it. Hmmm?
And after I've given you everything you should have given me but were too scared to do, then I'll finally let you up, dry your tears, and put you into a pair of tiny panties with little flowers, as befits a little teenaged girl whose learnt her lesson. Then we'll take the long walk back to the house. You'll be wearing nothing beneath the waist except for those cute little panties. It's called "panty training" daddy, and you better get used to it. And I'll let that belt free, and lick at your legs and pantied ass with the very tip as you walk slowly, slowly, back, subjected to a proper outdoor panty training.
And when we get to the house, I'll put you across my knee, and spank your bottom with my hand, and then stand you up and put you in the corner with your hands on your head, and pull your little panties down to beneath your abused cheeks, and you'll stay there, in panty-lowered timeout, until we hear Mom's car in the driveway, and then you better run, daddy! Run to pull up your new panties and get your clothes on before she walks in and sees you there like that.
And don't worry, daddy. I still love and respect you as a man, despite your shortcomings. I must say I do have trouble respecting you as a real man, if you know what I mean. But oh well, nobody's perfect, daddy.
Your loving daughter,
Julie
To: daddy
Hi daddy!
I'm afraid I won't be able to get away for a bit. Things are heating up here at work right now.
However, I have been thinking about all the masturbation you've been doing lately, and I think it's wrong. You're not so young any more, daddy. I mean, david can easily cum three or four times a day, but not you. I'll bet if you masturbate, you're no good to Mom for days, and she deserves better. When you cum as infrequently as you do, then it's kinda like being unfaithful, with your own hand, if you know what I mean?
So I want you to cut it way back. No more than once a week AT MOST. And whenever you do masturbate, I want to sort of train you to not like it so much, so you're going to have to swallow down your cum afterwards. I know it's yucky, dad, I don't do that myself after the first time I tried it, but it will be a big help in teaching you to be a better male.
And another thing. I've been thinking about your revelations about what you were thinking that time you belt-spanked me. And while, sure, I egged you on, but the way you fixated on my butt, my pussy, and my asshole (good thing my tits were covered!), shows that you have a long way to go in learning to show proper respect for women. I mean, you might get yourself in trouble one of these days with your attitude.
I think the cure is some pretty strict discipline on a regular basis from a woman. Just to teach you respect for women in general. If I were still living with you, or nearby, I would definitely take care of this myself, but unfortunately I'm far away (wahh!). I was thinking that maybe Mom should do it, but I don't know how much she knows about that side of you, and I'm reluctant to just tell her over an email.
So I hope you don't mind, but it's not like you have much of a choice, but I asked Consuella to do it for me. I know she hardly speaks a word of English, but good thing I'm fluent in Spanish. We got to be quite close when I was still at home. She's only a few years older than me, after all. I never did like the way you treated her, and by the way, neither does she. She's a person, dad, not your house-girl cleaning slave!
So I telephoned Consuella and told her all about you daddy. Abut how naughty you've been with porn, and my blog, and I told her all about that email you sent me about your disgusting thoughts about me during that pathetic little belt whipping you gave me. She is a bit angry with you now, daddy. So I asked Consuella to take that double-wide belt of yours to your ass once a week, when Mom is at the DAR meeting. She is only too happy to do so, considering the circumstances.
So Thursday morning, at 10am sharp, I want you face down on your bed, nude, with the belt beside you. Consuella will come in, tie your wrists and ankles, whip your ass for you, untie you, and leave. I don't want you saying anything at all to her during that time, or at anytime for that matter. Do you understand me? And for God's sake don't let Mom see your bare ass for at least a few days afterwards.
Don't worry, Consuella has lots of experience with the strap. She had to take it for years from her dad, and then she used it on her little brothers after her dad passed, so she knows what she's doing, and she'll know how to give you a blistering you won't forget all week. She once told me about how her Mom told her to give her brother Juan an ass whipping for experimenting with drugs. Her Mom wouldn't let her stop until his butt and legs were red, bruised and swollen, like Hamburger meat she described it. Poor Juan's ass and legs were so swollen and sore he couldn't even pull his pants up for the rest of the evening, and so had to lie face down on his bed in the room he shared with Consuella and his three other siblings with his bare behind showing all night long. Ha Ha!
As you're getting your ass tanned, daddy, think about how all women are to be respected at all times. I asked Connie to go hard on you, but not as hard as she went on Juan that time. So don't embarrass yourself in front of her, and do try to take it like man. I'll expect a full report from you after she's finished with you, being sure to point out what you learned about respect for women from the beating.
Oh, and leave a $50 on the bedstand for Connie. I told her that if I'm asking her to take on extra duties, she needs to get paid for it, of course.
Have fun getting you ass whipped by the servant, daddy! Ha Ha!
Julie
To: Julie
Oh Princess....oh please, my dear child....oh dear me. You already spoke with her? Oh damn, I have brought this all down on myself, haven't I?
But why Consuella??.....she's the maid, just the maid...she cleans and helps your mother. Actually your mother thinks very highly of Consuella & has for years. Guess that's why she's still here. OK so I did try to get her replaced a couple of times....but she was rude to me....and she stopped wearing those short skirts that I liked so much. Well, she does have nice legs, princess. Now you want her to beat me? With my own belt no less... By the way, I did learn to make my own coffee, thank you very much.
Oh this is not good.....not good at all.
But I did promise you that I'd try to change, yes? That I'd try to do what pleased you.....to do things to change my ways. Yes, Princess....as you wish, my dearest daughter...
But now on this limited masturbation idea of yours, princess....only once a week? Can't we discuss that?? I really think your daddy is UP for more than that.....really, princess....really. You have david cum 3 or 4 times a day? oh dear me....youth. Isn't that a lot....i mean, well, yes I suppose back in my 20's...well, your mother was and still is a demanding Lady....yes, I think you get some of your ways from her side of the family. OK and you are right, she'd notice...well she does notice and I swear I don't want to hack her off....oh Julie, if you only knew.....oh dear, oh dear me. Thank goodness I got her panties back in her drawer the other day without her noticing. That was an evil idea on your part, Princess, and so very humiliating for me!
Thursday at 10? Yes, princess....I'll swap around a few of my scheduled appointments. I'll not forget.
I trust you'll have a fine day, princess.
HUGS
Daddy
To: Julie
Buenas Noches, Miss Julie
Oh Miss Julie…..thank you, thank you so very much for giving me the opportunity to teach your Daddy a little lesson on respect. I feel so full of energy right now, so empowered….well, you know the feeling Miss Julie…when you have a big strong man whimpering, crying….screaming into a pillow as you thrash and whip him. Such a rush. I felt that when I whipped Juan but leathering your Daddy was very special. I hope I didn't get carried away too much. It was a good lesson, yes?
It's not like he is a bad man just misguided and needing a lesson to learn. You said to remember the times he treated me poorly especially when in front of the Mrs and you my bonita friend. You have always been so very good to me, thank you Miss Julie.
I could tell she wanted me to wash her panties. So I got busy to follow her instructions. With thoughts of her hot pussy rubbing my nose and being flooded in her hot cum. Oh damn, what can a man say. Yes, by the time she returned with, oh my gosh, she had a pair of your mother's frilly panties in her hand. Why did she have those? My mind was whirling but she seemed upset that I had gotten hard again. She slapped SMACK my cock, damn that stung. And then, I can hardly tell you this, she made me jerk off into the toilet. This had to be the most humiliating moment in my life, Princess. She stood back with that evil leather in her hand and watched me rub myself until I was on the edge, then she smacked my hand off my throbbing cock to ruin it all for me. No great spurt, just finally a little white spunk dribbled into the cold water of the toilet along with that dirty ginger root floating there.
Then she handed me my own toothbrush and made me clean the toilet with it. I am going to burn that toothbrush, Princess. Consuella just laughed more and more the rest of the day as she had me help her wash and clean around your home. Oh, she had me dressed in just your mother's pretty pink lace panties that I bought last Christmas. Oh the shame of it all.
I do respect women. I must change my everyday thoughts to show and prove that. Please dearest daughter help me learn. Let me worship you and your spirit, Princess. Please accept this heart felt apology going all the way back to that night in the shop with you bent over the sawhorse. I never should have spanked you nor humiliated you as you were bent over, wide open, your pretty pink pouty pussy and ass displayed in such an unladylike way. Oh you were so beautiful, no, I mean you still are, it's just that the dreams or now nightmares about that night are still so real. What should I have done, dearest? It haunts me even more today as my blistered ass is paying the price for that behavior. Do you want your Daddy to kiss your ass and apologize….I am in the only way I can until you visit. Is that how you want Consuella to use your Daddy? I accept your punishments. I want to change. I want to be your Daddy.
HUGS
DADDY
I promise that I won't ever again read about what you are doing with david....that's your life and I won't interfere nor tease david. Good God, I mean how will I even be able to look him in the eye the next time you both come to visit with the thoughts of him sitting on that chair you made for him. oh dear Lord where do you get those ideas?
As for spanking you for cheating, yes, I did and I'd do it again, young lady to teach you the lesson that cheating is wrong. A cheater only cheats herself. You needed a hard lesson and your mother was not available to take you over her knee which was the normal way of punishing you then. The family hairbrush always seemed effective on your bare bottom but cheating was a most serious error in your judgement.
Taking you by the arm out to the shop for that belting was simply the most private place and it allowed me a bit of time to cool off after reading the letter from school. As for you thinking that I had any thoughts during the belting I'm just ashamed to even think you'd think that a father would have thoughts as his daughter squirmed around like you were with your legs kicking. It may not have been all that hard a leathering but you certainly carried on so much that I recall you kicked off those little pink panties. And thinking back, I do remember that after the belting, that I held you in my lap, my strong arms wrapped around you, dried your tears and told you how much I loved you.
Now finally I think that perhaps some of your Psychology classwork and theories have clouded your thoughts about your loving Father. I'm a normal, hard working Dad who totally loves his beautiful talented brilliant daughter. You know I have a great deal of respect for what you've done already at such a young age, my sugar plum.
Put whatever tome you've been researching odd behaviors where you've found such wild thoughts of perverse activities back into the stacks of the University library and let's both move on to our real lives, dear. Come visit and let's do lunch soon. I've got a meeting tomorrow morning with the stock broker and could fly you down and meet you at Tony's for lunch around 11ish. I know you enjoy the chef there. We can have him whip up your favorite and finish it all off with a double scoop of pralines and cream ice cream. Sound like a good deal, sugar? Good good.....
HUGS
Daddy
P.S. Oh...I do think I was able to transfer a little something over to your account for those shoes you were looking for.
Letter 2
From: julie
To: daddy
Ok, I'm starting to calm down a bit now, daddy. I suppose I need to put this all in perspective. You are only a man, after all.
Don't get me wrong, daddy. I got a little thrill out of showing you my pussy back then. Did you think all that kicking was because of those light strokes from your belt? Not even. It was a little pussy show for you, daddy, and when I went running off to my room afterwards, it was to rub my clit until I came thinking about getting more than just the belt from you as I was bent over like that. I was actually thinking of Consuella's little brother Juan, you know, your pool boy, doing nasty things to me after your licking! You are so naive, daddy! It's funny.
I just didn't think YOU were getting excited! That's gross! you know as well as I that's no way for a father to behave. But now that I know you jerk off to spanking porn, I guess I know that wasn't a chisel in your pocket after all.
And you are such a liar, daddy. Liar, liar, pants on fire. I know you still visit my blog, and all those other nasty, nasty sites. You think I didn't bother hacking your computer after that incident? You didn't delete your porn stash, you only think you hid it better so Mom will have a harder time finding it after I tell her what a perv you are! I have the whole house hacked daddy. Don't even bother trying to hide it from me.
You want proof? Well, in the last two days you hit my blog 21 times. Then there's "teens in panties", "ass fucked teens", "strap-on teens", "femdom spanking", "punished husbands", and how about those Google search terms you used? "Men Spanked in Panties". "Ass Fucked Husbands". Really daddy! And that's just the tip of the iceberg! You are such a bald-faced liar!
I just didn't think YOU were getting excited! That's gross! you know as well as I that's no way for a father to behave. But now that I know you jerk off to spanking porn, I guess I know that wasn't a chisel in your pocket after all.
And you are such a liar, daddy. Liar, liar, pants on fire. I know you still visit my blog, and all those other nasty, nasty sites. You think I didn't bother hacking your computer after that incident? You didn't delete your porn stash, you only think you hid it better so Mom will have a harder time finding it after I tell her what a perv you are! I have the whole house hacked daddy. Don't even bother trying to hide it from me.
You want proof? Well, in the last two days you hit my blog 21 times. Then there's "teens in panties", "ass fucked teens", "strap-on teens", "femdom spanking", "punished husbands", and how about those Google search terms you used? "Men Spanked in Panties". "Ass Fucked Husbands". Really daddy! And that's just the tip of the iceberg! You are such a bald-faced liar!
Now don't FUCK with me any more! Want to know why?
The best thing I got off your computer was a very nice photo of you. Can you imagine which one it is? Let me give you a hint. You were in a bra, stockings and garter belt (!!!!), with your little panties pulled down around your ankles, across the knee of what I can only imagine is a professional dominatrix, getting your bum polished with her paddle. It's clearly you daddy! Your face is turned to the camera perfectly. Was that a souvenir of a spanking session? Aren't you sorry you kept it now? Ha Ha! I guess your marriage to Mom would pretty much be over if she ever saw that? And I would be forced to show it to Susan and Nancy also to explain to them why their daddy had to leave home and go live in a hotel.
So now you are my little bitch, daddy. let's see, what can I make my little bitch do??? Hmmmm???
The best thing I got off your computer was a very nice photo of you. Can you imagine which one it is? Let me give you a hint. You were in a bra, stockings and garter belt (!!!!), with your little panties pulled down around your ankles, across the knee of what I can only imagine is a professional dominatrix, getting your bum polished with her paddle. It's clearly you daddy! Your face is turned to the camera perfectly. Was that a souvenir of a spanking session? Aren't you sorry you kept it now? Ha Ha! I guess your marriage to Mom would pretty much be over if she ever saw that? And I would be forced to show it to Susan and Nancy also to explain to them why their daddy had to leave home and go live in a hotel.
So now you are my little bitch, daddy. let's see, what can I make my little bitch do??? Hmmmm???
I know! Steal a pair of Mom's panties (and for God's sake make sure she doesn't catch you), put them on, rub your pathetic dick in front of your computer, pull your panties down to your knees, cum into your hand, and then swallow it all down like a good little subby slutty daddy. I have that photo. Your computer is hacked. You are my BITCH!
Please understand, I do love you daddy, but you clearly need some training in respecting and obeying the women in the family, and since I'm not there to do it in person, I'm forced to do it this way instead.
And if you're a good daddy, and do as I tell you, then next time I visit and have you in the house alone, I might just put on a pair of those yellow kitchen gloves Mom keeps under the counter, get a big handful of slippery, soapy detergent, and give your dirty, dirty, cock and bumhole a good cleaning. I'm sure they could use a thorough scrubbing at your daughter's hands? But if you make a mess when I'm doing that, you just know you're going to have to go across my knee for a lesson in controlling yourself...
Oh, and thanks for the cash. Keep it coming. Love you! You are still my very favourite daddy!
Julie
P.S. You have a homework assignment, bitch. Write me a nice long note about your true feelings and motivations when you belt whipped me. What you saw, in detail, and what you felt when you saw it. Oh, and put some of your disgusting porn photos in to illustrate it. And no bullshit this time like in your note to me before. I want the truth out of you for once.
Letter 3
From: daddy
To: Julie
Homework
You won't let up, will you? You just have to know, don't you? This isn't right. It's so terribly wrong, oh so wrong, Julie. I thought I had hidden those thoughts away years ago but they keep coming back, creeping back inside me, churning, burning…the image of you over that sawhorse. Oh this is not right. Your daddy loves you. A father doesn't have thoughts like this, no, it's not right. You really should not be asking, why are you tormenting me like this Julie, my little princess, my love….my dearest daughter. I've kept the secret all these years. The secret of what a twisted father I'd become. A good father should not enjoy watching or doing those things or thinking such thoughts…but I did, didn't I….and look at what it's done to me now years later. I am so ashamed. I feel so exposed by what you are writing about and it's all true…so very true. I know you've lost all of your respect for your father. That hurts the most. I lived my life for you and your sisters and mom. Built a fortune…a beautiful estate…all of those fun vacations and the good life but now I feel so low, so exposed, so vulnerable to you and what you've discovered about your father. This is very bad, your father has been so very bad.
I'm so very sorry, Julie.
Can you forgive me?
No…your letters make it very clear that forgiveness is not what you have on your mind. You want to know….all about me, the thoughts…my thoughts. Oh my dear girl you should not hear these things about your father. Why can't you still be the cute little girl who grew up right here in front of me? My princess so full of energy, so pure, so beautiful, so curious and yet a rebel with that streak in you that always seemed to get you into troubles here and there? Your sisters were always so good, such good students, so well behaved. You were the little trouble maker, such a bundle of energy to try to contain and to shape into a fine young lady.
That's why we had to discipline you, princess….for your own good. You know that with my business travels your mother had the primary duties of raising the three of you girls. Your mother and I had grown up in a time when spankings at home were acceptable behavior. We talked a lot about the newest methods being suggested for bringing up a family. We tried time outs and taking away privileges but while that worked for your sisters, you always seemed to need a bit stronger methods. The odd smacks in your early years turned into those real spankings over your mother's lap as you grew into your teen years. I remember the frustrations you gave your mother's patience and the first time she finally brought out the black hairbrush that her mother had passed down to her. While your Mom was always careful to take you into her bedroom and close the door for your spankings, I could still hear your tears and crying from outside the closed door, and that tore me up, but your mother was firm; she has always been very firm and strict.
You grew up too fast, princess. One day you were in diapers, the next day you started school and overnight you were wearing a bra and tiny panties with little flowers and becoming a real woman. You were so innocent and trusting of your brave and strong Daddy. Oh those were such joyous days with you when you'd come out into the shop on weekends or help me in the garden. You were always the "tom boy" of the girls….wanting to learn how tools worked things grew from seeds into those wonderful tomatoes. Remember those tomatoes, princess? So ripe, so red….oh damn….see how twisted you've made me? I think tomatoes growing in the garden and I see your bare bottom glowing red.
There, I've said it….you want to know what I saw that night? I saw your bare bottom, so perky, so soft yet so firm…so spankable, so vulnerable bent over the sawhorse with the blanket I'd put there so you would feel more comfortable as if that meant anything to you, well it did in my mind. I never wanted to hurt you, princess. You just seemed to push and press me up against a wall. I had no choice. I was so upset by that note from the Headmistress about you cheating on that exam, that math exam. You were such the math wizard why oh why did you have to cheat?
But I knew I was not supposed to spank you. That was Mom's job. And she had forbade me from ever spanking you. I realize now how wise she was. But you were always getting spanked by her, and it was maddening that I could never see it. And it was belittling to me, as a man, that I was not allowed to do this thing to my own daughter, and it had become such a huge thing for me. So on this one occasion, when you had behaved so badly, I disobeyed your Mom, and I took you out to the shed...
And when I tugged down your pants and those cute little pink panties I saw your little pussy with just a hint of blonde hair…when did that happen? When did you grow up? When did my little princess start to have blonde pubes barely covering such a pretty grown up girl pussy? Oh dear Lord. What was I doing? I was lost in a fog of twisted thoughts, anger about you cheating, frustrations and now very foreign thoughts about a nearly naked teenager that I was bending over that sawhorse.
6 good firm smacks seemed enough to teach you a good lesson. You certainly carried on so much I thought it was a good belting. You kicked off your pants and panties with all your wild wiggling. I remember running my hand across your welted cheeks as I was putting my belt back on. Listening to you sobbing. Your bottom was so hot to touch….oh so tender, so soft….so red.
Then we sat together, you on my lap….hugging you, telling you how your daddy loved you and wanted you to be a good girl not a cheater. I dried your tears and held you close until you calmed down. Then watched your glowing bottom as you ran back to the house and to your room for bed. I picked up your pants and the pink panties. That's when I noticed the wet spot on my slacks where you had been sitting, you naughty girl. Those panties were damp too. I put them in my pocket. See what you've caused me to do? I was just trying to be a good father & teach you some valuable life lessons, my princess. My dear darling princess.
You went to your bed that night with a glowing red bottom….and I went into my study, sat down at my desk and took your panties out of my pocket. I'm ashamed to say that I felt them moist with your juices and I smelled them….and licked them……oh the shame. I was very turned on by the whole scene, I jerked off….just as I am right now. Yes, princess, your shameless daddy is following your instructions to the letter. I don't have your panties today but rather a pair I stole from your mother's drawer. I've been wearing them as I wrote this horrible confession and now….well…..per your instructions they are pulled down around my knees. I'm thinking back to that night….reading these words and now seeing that I was just a pawn in a grand play of yours. Part of me is so ashamed but another is so proud of my strong demanding daughter, oh what a woman you've grown up to be. So very strong. I am so weak….so turned on by the thought of what you do to men these days…oh oh oh my princess…..may I, please? oh please princess….yes, into my hand as instructed….. please princess…..see your daddy is being a good daddy for you…following your instructions…..oh so hard for you…..all for you, darling daughter…..now? please….oh yes yes yes!!...for you, princess…..as it always has been…..all….all for YOU!!!
Daddy
Letter 4
From: JulieTo: daddy
Ewwwww! So gross, daddy.
But at least you are finally being honest. Good thing. I guess Mom won't have to see that photo this week. But if you start backsliding on me, daddy, and stop obeying me, she gets the photo and your lovely description of your thoughts as you belt-whipped my ass. You are soooo fucked now, daddy!
I know I told you to, but it was still pretty gross that you illustrated your homework with such filthy porn photos, and it embarrassed me. I didn't realize I was showing off quite to that extent! I thought you were getting just a peek at my pussy. Apparently not! Looking at those photos, and reading your description, it looks like I was wet and gaping, and my little rosebud on full display too. OMG! That was definitely not what I intended, but I was young and inexperienced, what did I know?
But don't feel guilty about lusting after me. You're only a male, and you're all alike. You think with your dick head. That's why you need the women in your life to tell you what to do, and teach you how to behave.
All my friends would go on about how hot you were. What a hunk I had for a daddy. I was proud, but jealous too. I wanted you to myself! So I did put on that little show on purpose. I hated that Mom always spanked me. I always wanted you to do it but you never did! You looked like a man, but you were too much of a pussy! Finally you did. I had to actually cheat on a test when Mom was away and deliberately get caught before you finally did something about me. Talk about being thick, daddy. Ha Ha!
You know what else I wanted? I wanted you to bring Juan in and make him stick his fat cock in me, popping my cherry, or even fucking me in the ass, I didn't care. I hadn't yet been with a boy. I would have done anything to please you, daddy, even been punished like that with Juan. I would have knelt in front of him and taken him into my mouth. You could have made me kneel still for Juan to cum on my face, like in the porn movies, or into my mouth. Or you could have had him come on my tits, and then made me lick it all up and swallow every last drop. That's what a little slut like me deserved. To be cum on, made to lick it all up, and then be slapped in the face for being such a dirty, dirty slut, for thinking such nasty, nasty thoughts.
And the only reason I was crying was because it was tears of frustration that after I finally got you to whip my bare ass, you stopped after six wimpy strokes. What kind of a southern tanning is that???? I wanted to suffer under that belt, suffer under your belt, daddy. Suffer for you. And during the whole thing you barely even touched me with your hand (you weren't quite 100% honest with me in your homework, daddy, your fingers grazed across my pussy when you ran your hand across my cheeks. I felt it like an electric shock through my body). I should have been punished properly for being such a slut. Punished by being made to take a hard fucking in every hole I had, made to take the cock like a little slut like me deserved. And I did deserve it. I was wild. I needed to be trained and broken. Broken like the wild little filly I was. Broken to the whip and to Juan's cock. And yet what did I get? Six wimpy ass strokes, and a guilty little grope from my dad. Pathetic.
Unfortunately for you, I've grown out of my submissive phase. Now I enjoy holding the belt (as you know from my blog), and it's not going to be any other way from now on.
So now that you've finally admitted your true feelings about that belt whipping, and since you are feeling so pathetically guilty about it now, I'm going to help you, daddy. I'm going to help you by punishing you for what you did, and for your naughty thoughts about your daughter.
Next time I visit, I'll make sure Mom is on an errand, and then you and I will be taking a trip to the shed. You will be walking in front of me, and I will be following behind, holding your very thick, doubled up leather belt in my hand.
When we get there, your pants and underpants are coming off, daddy, and you'll bend over the sawhorse, just like I was bent over it. I'll make you spread your legs, so that I'll have a proper view of your dangling cock and balls, dancing as I belt whip you. And oh yes, you'll be belt whipped. Belt whipped properly. And I wont be stopping at six wimpy strokes. No. I'll whip you how a slutty little teenaged girl who shows off her pussy and her asshole to her daddy ought to be whipped. Except you'll be that slutty little teenaged girl, and I'll be your daddy this time.
I'll take particular delight in watching your delicate little virginal rosebud winking at me. And I know how to aim a belt. I know how to aim a belt so that it wraps right in there, punishing your little hole, making it red and sore and ready for me.
You read right daddy. Ready for me. Ready to be taught a lesson about what a little teenaged girl wanted all those years ago but that you never gave her. Maybe I'll use my strap-on to teach you that lesson, or maybe I'll use Juan to do it. Hmmm?
And after I've given you everything you should have given me but were too scared to do, then I'll finally let you up, dry your tears, and put you into a pair of tiny panties with little flowers, as befits a little teenaged girl whose learnt her lesson. Then we'll take the long walk back to the house. You'll be wearing nothing beneath the waist except for those cute little panties. It's called "panty training" daddy, and you better get used to it. And I'll let that belt free, and lick at your legs and pantied ass with the very tip as you walk slowly, slowly, back, subjected to a proper outdoor panty training.
And when we get to the house, I'll put you across my knee, and spank your bottom with my hand, and then stand you up and put you in the corner with your hands on your head, and pull your little panties down to beneath your abused cheeks, and you'll stay there, in panty-lowered timeout, until we hear Mom's car in the driveway, and then you better run, daddy! Run to pull up your new panties and get your clothes on before she walks in and sees you there like that.
And don't worry, daddy. I still love and respect you as a man, despite your shortcomings. I must say I do have trouble respecting you as a real man, if you know what I mean. But oh well, nobody's perfect, daddy.
Your loving daughter,
Julie
Letter 5
From: daddy
To: Julie
Princess....my darling, beautiful daughter
I wanted to take a few minutes to thank you for being so honest with me in sharing your feelings from that incident so long ago. I must say that on first reading, your words shocked me deeply. I thought all those years I was trying to be a protective good father for you and your sisters. Now I see that I missed a lot of signals and should have taken more time to understand you better.
I wish you lived closer now so we could chat face to face and deal with these issues that you discussed in your letter....well....that is, if that pleases you, princess. I'd so enjoy taking you to Tony's for lunch for your most favorite specials or even being your driver for a round of golf. Maybe the next time you come to visit, yes? Any chance you'll be able to get away during Spring?
You know your daddy will be thinking a lot about your letter.....as it has certainly gotten my attention. Please, please princess, let your daddy know how he can please you, darling.
HUGS
Daddy
Princess....my darling, beautiful daughter
I wanted to take a few minutes to thank you for being so honest with me in sharing your feelings from that incident so long ago. I must say that on first reading, your words shocked me deeply. I thought all those years I was trying to be a protective good father for you and your sisters. Now I see that I missed a lot of signals and should have taken more time to understand you better.
I wish you lived closer now so we could chat face to face and deal with these issues that you discussed in your letter....well....that is, if that pleases you, princess. I'd so enjoy taking you to Tony's for lunch for your most favorite specials or even being your driver for a round of golf. Maybe the next time you come to visit, yes? Any chance you'll be able to get away during Spring?
You know your daddy will be thinking a lot about your letter.....as it has certainly gotten my attention. Please, please princess, let your daddy know how he can please you, darling.
HUGS
Daddy
Letter 6
From: julieTo: daddy
Hi daddy!
I'm afraid I won't be able to get away for a bit. Things are heating up here at work right now.
However, I have been thinking about all the masturbation you've been doing lately, and I think it's wrong. You're not so young any more, daddy. I mean, david can easily cum three or four times a day, but not you. I'll bet if you masturbate, you're no good to Mom for days, and she deserves better. When you cum as infrequently as you do, then it's kinda like being unfaithful, with your own hand, if you know what I mean?
So I want you to cut it way back. No more than once a week AT MOST. And whenever you do masturbate, I want to sort of train you to not like it so much, so you're going to have to swallow down your cum afterwards. I know it's yucky, dad, I don't do that myself after the first time I tried it, but it will be a big help in teaching you to be a better male.
And another thing. I've been thinking about your revelations about what you were thinking that time you belt-spanked me. And while, sure, I egged you on, but the way you fixated on my butt, my pussy, and my asshole (good thing my tits were covered!), shows that you have a long way to go in learning to show proper respect for women. I mean, you might get yourself in trouble one of these days with your attitude.
I think the cure is some pretty strict discipline on a regular basis from a woman. Just to teach you respect for women in general. If I were still living with you, or nearby, I would definitely take care of this myself, but unfortunately I'm far away (wahh!). I was thinking that maybe Mom should do it, but I don't know how much she knows about that side of you, and I'm reluctant to just tell her over an email.
So I hope you don't mind, but it's not like you have much of a choice, but I asked Consuella to do it for me. I know she hardly speaks a word of English, but good thing I'm fluent in Spanish. We got to be quite close when I was still at home. She's only a few years older than me, after all. I never did like the way you treated her, and by the way, neither does she. She's a person, dad, not your house-girl cleaning slave!
So I telephoned Consuella and told her all about you daddy. Abut how naughty you've been with porn, and my blog, and I told her all about that email you sent me about your disgusting thoughts about me during that pathetic little belt whipping you gave me. She is a bit angry with you now, daddy. So I asked Consuella to take that double-wide belt of yours to your ass once a week, when Mom is at the DAR meeting. She is only too happy to do so, considering the circumstances.
So Thursday morning, at 10am sharp, I want you face down on your bed, nude, with the belt beside you. Consuella will come in, tie your wrists and ankles, whip your ass for you, untie you, and leave. I don't want you saying anything at all to her during that time, or at anytime for that matter. Do you understand me? And for God's sake don't let Mom see your bare ass for at least a few days afterwards.
Don't worry, Consuella has lots of experience with the strap. She had to take it for years from her dad, and then she used it on her little brothers after her dad passed, so she knows what she's doing, and she'll know how to give you a blistering you won't forget all week. She once told me about how her Mom told her to give her brother Juan an ass whipping for experimenting with drugs. Her Mom wouldn't let her stop until his butt and legs were red, bruised and swollen, like Hamburger meat she described it. Poor Juan's ass and legs were so swollen and sore he couldn't even pull his pants up for the rest of the evening, and so had to lie face down on his bed in the room he shared with Consuella and his three other siblings with his bare behind showing all night long. Ha Ha!
As you're getting your ass tanned, daddy, think about how all women are to be respected at all times. I asked Connie to go hard on you, but not as hard as she went on Juan that time. So don't embarrass yourself in front of her, and do try to take it like man. I'll expect a full report from you after she's finished with you, being sure to point out what you learned about respect for women from the beating.
Oh, and leave a $50 on the bedstand for Connie. I told her that if I'm asking her to take on extra duties, she needs to get paid for it, of course.
Have fun getting you ass whipped by the servant, daddy! Ha Ha!
Julie
Letter 7
From: daddyTo: Julie
Oh Princess....oh please, my dear child....oh dear me. You already spoke with her? Oh damn, I have brought this all down on myself, haven't I?
But why Consuella??.....she's the maid, just the maid...she cleans and helps your mother. Actually your mother thinks very highly of Consuella & has for years. Guess that's why she's still here. OK so I did try to get her replaced a couple of times....but she was rude to me....and she stopped wearing those short skirts that I liked so much. Well, she does have nice legs, princess. Now you want her to beat me? With my own belt no less... By the way, I did learn to make my own coffee, thank you very much.
Oh this is not good.....not good at all.
But I did promise you that I'd try to change, yes? That I'd try to do what pleased you.....to do things to change my ways. Yes, Princess....as you wish, my dearest daughter...
But now on this limited masturbation idea of yours, princess....only once a week? Can't we discuss that?? I really think your daddy is UP for more than that.....really, princess....really. You have david cum 3 or 4 times a day? oh dear me....youth. Isn't that a lot....i mean, well, yes I suppose back in my 20's...well, your mother was and still is a demanding Lady....yes, I think you get some of your ways from her side of the family. OK and you are right, she'd notice...well she does notice and I swear I don't want to hack her off....oh Julie, if you only knew.....oh dear, oh dear me. Thank goodness I got her panties back in her drawer the other day without her noticing. That was an evil idea on your part, Princess, and so very humiliating for me!
Thursday at 10? Yes, princess....I'll swap around a few of my scheduled appointments. I'll not forget.
I trust you'll have a fine day, princess.
HUGS
Daddy
Letter 8
From: ConsuellaTo: Julie
Buenas Noches, Miss Julie
Oh Miss Julie…..thank you, thank you so very much for giving me the opportunity to teach your Daddy a little lesson on respect. I feel so full of energy right now, so empowered….well, you know the feeling Miss Julie…when you have a big strong man whimpering, crying….screaming into a pillow as you thrash and whip him. Such a rush. I felt that when I whipped Juan but leathering your Daddy was very special. I hope I didn't get carried away too much. It was a good lesson, yes?
It's not like he is a bad man just misguided and needing a lesson to learn. You said to remember the times he treated me poorly especially when in front of the Mrs and you my bonita friend. You have always been so very good to me, thank you Miss Julie.
Can I do it again? Just tell me when, Miss Julie. I don't think he will be looking forward to my next visit.
You asked for a little report, Miss Julie for when you visit your Daddy for your own treatment of his disrespectfulness. You will find he has a very tender bottom that marks so easily. That leather belt made marks from my first smack and bruises easily. It's a good leather, that belt, but difficult to use being long and thick. If you have me see him again may I bring my leather from home, please? It has a nice handle, is just as thick but is a little more stiff and has the ends cut into twin tails very much like a tawse. It is easy to use in tight places like inner thighs with very very loud, effective results. My brother keeps it well oiled. You know I still whip him, don't you? It is a thing of beauty and power, Miss Julie.
His thighs are even more tender. And I must tell you that he presented a very fine target with his little cock and balls pressed back against the bolster like that. Did you tell him to do that? He seemed very uncomfortable but that was not my concern. He did get a little messy and I had to wash the sheets and bolster cover before the Mrs returned home from her day. Maybe you think of a way to control that precums he has?
And yes, my girlfriend, you were correct on the phone about how wet I get when I punish a man like that. Soaking wet with hot thoughts of his screams, the sound of the leather on his swollen cheeks and how powerful it made me feel. In my room afterwards I had thoughts of making him clean me and that sent me over the edge several times. Can we discuss using him like that, please Miss Julie. Maybe that is asking too much. I don't even know if you will have me do this again.
I trust you will have a good weekend, Miss Julie. I'm off to see family until Monday here. I can't wait to see little Mr to see if his attitudes have changed.
Consuella
Consuella
Letter 9
From: Julie
To: Consuella
Hi Connie!
Hi Connie!
Thank you SOOO MUCH for taking care of that for me. I was getting worried about him, what with all his jerking off, and the way he treats women. He really needed to be taught a lesson. Can you believe what he confessed to thinking about during that time he gave me that tiny little belt whipping? It is definitely not right for a father to think thoughts like that about his daughter, under any circumstances. So disrespectful to women.
You did go a teeny tiny bit harder that I would have imagined. I guess you were surprised by how soft he was? I don't think he's used to leatherings, and certainly not the kind that are normal in your family!
As for him being up on a bolster with his private parts exposed to you, I CERTAINLY did not tell him to do that. I guess he thought it would be a sexy little spanky-spanky from you, eh? Ha Ha! He does not know you very well! While I think it's pretty funny that he presented himself like that to you, it's also pretty disturbing too. I don't think he's changed his attitude at all.
Therefore he will definitely be needing more discipline from you to teach him the proper respect for women. And after that last beating, I think him knowing another one is coming will really focus his mind on what I'm trying to teach him. So, yes, if you don't mind, let's make Thursdays at 10am a regular thing. By all means use whatever implements you're comfortable with. And I will definitely be scolding him for his little cock show, but if he turns up hard for his beating next week, just get a pair of rubber gloves, and milk it all out of him before his beating. Be sure to rub it in his face. I think he'll feel the leather even more without his little pee-pee hard.
Also, you have him alone for a couple of hours, if you want to punish or humiliate him in other ways (after the beating, that is), then go right ahead. For example, if you have some chores that need doing, why not make him do them, in a pretty little maid's uniform ? Tan his ass again if he does a bad job! You're a great seamstress, I'm sure you can whip up a nice little uniform for him.
And there's another thing you can try. I don't know if you're comfortable with it at all, but I use it on david a lot to teach him his place. There's a thing called a "strap-on" dildo. Look it up on the web. A woman can use it to give sex to a man as if he were a woman. A good beating is one thing, but having to bend over like that and take it like a woman, well that truly teaches him his place. Actually, on second thought, hold off on that one. I think I'll do that to him myself next time I see him. You can watch if you want? Or maybe we can do it together. Ass for me, mouth for you, then switch and switch again!
And I totally understand how sexy it can make a woman feel to truly beat a man hard. Given the circumstances, I don't think Mom would object if you make him take care of you afterwards. Just make sure you force him to do it and don't let him enjoy it at all. You know, grab his air, grind into him, make it hard for him to breathe. Maybe whip him as he does it. That sort of thing. I also really enjoy making my husband stick his tongue up my bumhole and lick it nice and clean. Just imagine how humiliated he'll be seeing you in the house after you've made him do that to you? He'll learn respect for women yet.
So thanks again, Connie, it's really great that you are taking such an interest in my dad. Let me know how next week goes!
Julie
To: Julie
Good morning, Miss Julie.
Your ideas are very exciting. Yes, we shall teach your Daddy to respect women and show him the error of his ways over the years. I will be honored to follow through on any tasks that you feel will be necessary as I am learning that you have much more imagination. Now I think I know why I kept finding your Barbie and Ken dolls in such odd positions and wearing such unusual attire when you were a little younger. Oh you naughty girl!
The only problem with Thursdays at 10 AM is the Mrs and her schedule. Last week was her monthly meeting with the DAR but I don't think she has plans this week. Now she has been talking with me about a day spa that has opened recently at the country club. It sounds so relaxing with hot stone massage therapy, private steam room access, facials and all sorts of pampering. Perhaps you could suggest to little Daddy man that he pay for a standing Thursday visit for her to the spa?
I shall have the items you mentioned ready for this Thursday. Oh, I can't wait to see his face today when I return from my Easter holiday. He had best show some respect. I wonder if he will be sitting comfortably yet? His butt was blistered badly the last time I saw him. I'm certain that he would have marks especially where that belt bit into his flank. Did he hide his bottom from the Mrs all weekend long? I think I'm getting more excited about reporting for work today. Miss Julie, I have not been this excited about work in many years. See what a good employee you help motivate.
This is fun. Thank you, Miss Julie.
Connie
From: daddy
To: Julie
Dearest darling princess how do I even start this letter? My mind is spinning about so many details and my butt and thighs are throbbing with so much pain that it's difficult to maintain any thoughts without breaking down again. Yes, your Daddy is a broken man, a man in pain, a man sobbing in tears, a man who wants to do good for his beautiful strong daughter….please princess how can Daddy make it better for you. What can I do to please you, to make you happy, to undo all those things that have made you angry about me. Oh dear lord, princess….I'm in such pain my butt is swollen, I can't even sit down ….please, please tell Daddy what you want and I'll do it, I promise you, princess….just, just don't send Consuella again. No. No no no no….please not that belt again. I'm going to burn it. It's an evil piece of leather…a snake with a terrible bite. I had such a fantasy about that damn belt but it showed it's true self this morning, it's was a weapon in her hand. I never want to see it or touch it again. I never want to go through this again Princess….can we talk? Please….oh please darling. What I really need now is your hug to reassure Daddy that it's all going to be all right, that this pain will go away, that he has learned his lesson and will respect women with a fresh new approach….to have you hug me close like Daddy held you after he used that little belt on your bare bottom in the shop. To show you that punishment is love and that once it's over we all move on. Please Princes….oh please.
Let me see if I can hold it together a bit better now. I just took a shower and found some cream to put on the welts that cover my butt and thighs. There are places that seem to be weeping some sticky fluid as well….what are those? blisters that have burst? In the mirror my ass is a crisscross of angry deep red and purple welts, Princess….it's a mess and it burns oh it burns so damn bad. Did you tell her to do this to me? I can't believe I actually gave her money to do this. Damn it all….the maid did this to me, Princess. You could never have told her to be this cruel, this hard on your Daddy. I am so sorry that I treated Consuella poorly over the years. Damn she is a mean bitch….no no….I didn't type that. I'm sorry hun….it's just the pain, it has me thinking wrong thoughts…..she has been a good employee and I'll treat her with great respect. I'm sure it's years of little things that she just was able to let out….that had built up and she….oh damn, Princess she beat the living shit out of my butt. That belt is evil in her hands. Where did she learn to use that damn thing? I never want to do that again, Princess. Please Princess your Daddy is so sorry, so very sorry. Fantasy is a fun thing….the reality of my bruised burning butt is so totally not fun. I'm learning Princess….what do you want from me? How can I make this all right for you? Just tell me…..Daddy will make it right. I promise. Damn, how am I going to keep your mother from seeing my butt…..the marks are going to be there for a week or more. Oh, crap, I'd never thought about that. I need a drink. Back in a few, Princess….
I am just one huge nerve ending beaten raw and swollen….it's difficult to even move let alone try to sit here and attempt to send this report that you had requested. Oh last week when our letters started going in the direction of me asking you what it would take to make things right for that spanking I gave your bare bottom that night I never ever in my wildest dreams thought I'd feel this much pain. We never spanked you like this princess. We never beat you. I don't think we ever marked that cute little bottom of yours. Good god, no, never did we whip you like this. I thought it was going to be like that night in the shop….a few smacks with that belt I'd purchased….a bit of leather on my bare rump and all would be fine. No, this is nothing like what I had thought would happen….your note gave some fairly easy to do tasks to get ready for 10 this morning….and I must admit that I guess that fantasy thoughts clouded my judgement because I did get very excited about this morning, Princess. Not to the point where I had to lick any gooey stuff up off my hand but your Daddy was excited as he took the belt and laid it out on the big king sized bed along with a couple of your mom's scarves and a smaller belt to bind my ankles. It was a big game then….now I know why you wanted my feet bound up because I think that I might have gone running from the room after about the 3rd stroke. Damn hun, she beat me and beat me….I thought she might give me a dozen firm strokes but honey, hell, she beat me for what felt like an hour. Did you tell her to do that? No, you couldn't have…not you Princess, not my loving daughter….it had to be years of resentment built up and the opportunity to finally let out her frustrations on my bare naked butt.
Anyhow….let me start at the beginning, this morning…..hell, I even tried to be nice at breakfast this morning and smiled and say "Buenas Dias" to her in the kitchen. She just gave me this stare that made me feel about 12 years old, Princess…..she had a fire in her eyes that I'd never seen nor appreciated before. I even made my own coffee. I also had never really noticed but her uniform or was it just her, I don't know but she seemed, well, very strict in her grey uniform….not sexy like those French maids of a fellow's dreams….but strict and very efficient…but she was wearing heels today. Does she normally wear heels with her uniform? I can't recall. But today her heels seemed to strike with such an authoritive tap, tap, tap…..and yes, Princess…..I heard them at 10 and that sends a cold shiver through me now.
So about 9 or so your mother got all ready for her DAR meeting, she looked so very good this morning. She took the Jag. I even came out to the front porch and gave her a little kiss and a wave as she drove down the drive. She told me she is going to do a bit of shopping with the girls after the meeting and would call if she runs late and stops for a wine at the country club. Right now I don't know how I'll be able to face her tonight or how I'll hide my secret but I'll have to think that through too. Damn, when you let your fantasy get out of hand you just turn your brain off, don't you? So many things I never considered. Damn.
I hurried back inside to our bedroom. I even made the bed up nice and neat. Remembering so many stories and pictures of spankings or leatherings on the bed scene in my head, I also found a nice firm boulster and placed it on the bed so as to lay over it and raise my bottom. Oh such a foolish boy and his thoughts this morning. I removed that belt from my slacks and put it on the bed next to the little belt for my legs and the scarves. Then I took a quick shower to be fresh for my appointment. I even took extra care to wash my bottom and that gave me a bit of a tingle and yes, Princess, your Daddy was hard as a rock thinking about the spanking and why he was going to get the spanking…you know why, don't you, of course you do….because of Daddy's belting in the shop with you spread wide open over the sawhorse and your pussy so wet, so pink, so open…and yes, yes Daddy touching you there for that fleeting second that has now changed my life forever. I'm so sorry, princess….oh those thoughts have gotten me in such trouble. In the shower I almost came, I was so excited….so terrified about what might happen but more to the good side and hopeful this would be a good thing not the painful experience that it has turned out to be. So I saved myself until you might tell me I had your permission….and then I was dry and naked and was standing beside my bed. I placed the $50 on the bedside table as you had instructed. Oh damn….my heart was racing. I was thinking like a school kid again being sent to the principal's office with a note from the teacher….to get a paddling. Oh dear, youthful thoughts zipping in and out of my mind….and flashes of your pink moist pussy and your asshole….that's what I was thinking about as I turned over the bolster. It did raise my bottom up and spread my legs slightly, and my oh so hard cock was pressed against it and it bent it back along with my balls, exposing myself. Oh damn, princess I felt so exposed. But I glanced at the clock and it was almost time.the terror of the situation started to creep into my mind. Then I heard her heels… tap… tap…tap… approaching down the hallway.
I nearly came listening to her get closer and closer. I knew the belt was right beside me. I felt so damn vulnerable, so exposed….and so sorry that I'd gotten myself here but damn it all also so excited that one of those dreams was about to come true….a real punishment. Little did I know how true that thought would be. She entered the room and closed the door even though we were the only two in the house.
Tap….tap….tap…..I could feel her next to me. She didn't say a word. I thought my heart and my cock would explode. I could smell a fresh scent…might have been Tide….had Consuella been doing the wash just before coming up here? I was lost in thought as she took a scarf and tied my wrists to the bed. So there I was….the tied up little piggy ready for slaughter…..oh dear me, I never thought how so very close to the truth that was right then. Spread out over this firm pillow….hands tied above my head… my throbbing cock and balls squished out between my thighs….my face to the center of the bed I didn't see her but in my mind I saw here in her grey uniform, precise, utilitarian, neat, proper….yes, respectful….a good woman that had done a good job for many years. I really never knew her like I suppose you and your mother had grown to know her. I wished I knew more right now….had she ever taken a belt to anyone before? Did she….
SMACK!!
Oh my god such a loud crack, like a pistol shot in a closed room, and then the immediate burn across both of my bare cheeks….oh damn, the pain shot straight to my brain. Shit….oh damn…..I gasped. She had not said anything, no warning, no warm up, no nothing just this hot burning fire in.
SMACK!!!
Christ in heaven that one hit right below the first one on the fleshy meat of my bare bottom that is sticking up in the damned air just inviting that leather.
Then she stopped. Oh my God, I thought it might be over! But no, she just took the other belt and wrapped it around my ankles. It pushed my legs together, but it didn't hide anything! My thighs squeezing my cock and balls!! Oh no! I should never have spread my legs like that! What was I thinking???
SMACK SMACK
Gasping…oh this is not good. try to be a man….get hold of yourself
SMACK
I try to move, squirm I guess it the best way to say it but I feel her hand in the middle of my back. That sends an electric shock through me….that touch….cool hand not warm….
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
short quick snappy hits that…omg…my balls are just hanging out there….oh no no no…..this is not good. try to move dummy….escape….run…..hide…..get the hell out of here……
SMACK! SMACK! on my left thigh SMACK! SMACK!! on my right thigh
OK ok…..don't move….just don't hit my balls….that was too close….ok…no wiggling, I understand. catch your breath…..
SMACK!!!
Oh that one hurt, it's going to leave a mark….gasping….oh princess, I'm sorry...
SMACK!!!
be a man….don't start crying….you brought this on your own self….there can't be many left to go…..push your head into the pillow….don't let her see you cry…..oh dear me…..ohhhhhhhhhhh!
SMACK!
how many was that? a dozen? more than a dozen?….that has to be all of it…..let me up…I'm sorry, ok? Just tell her, she's the maid…..but no, you can't speak to her can you? is she counting?
SMACK CRACK!!!
Oh such a baby you are….ok….sob into the pillow….this will be over soon….don't let the maid see you crying like this, oh this is so embarrassing…..so humiliating….damn that leather hurts. what the hell was I thinking when I bought it?
CRACK! SMACK!! back on the top of the thighs CRACK! CRACK! Hard full swing strokes on a bottom that is already beet red.
Consuella is taking her job very seriously….just as she has for the Mrs and little Miss Julie all these years. This man who had never taken time to know her, well, he'd remember her now, wouldn't he?
SMACK!
She so enjoyed as he gasped for breath….sobbing into the pillow like the little boy he had been acting like over the years. She was so pleased that Miss Julie had given her this power over this weak little man. She drew the thick leather high and brought it down across his already swollen butt……
SMACK!
oh the sound of leather on bare flesh just sent chills through her. She felt a dampness in her panties. This turned her on to beat a big important man like this…..well…..who was in control now, big man?
SMACK SMACK SMACK!
The last one just touched his exposed man bits…..oh look at how he is shaking and twisting….no no….stay put….take the kiss of the leather little man.
SMACK
This has to end soon, the pain….oh my balls….endure. oh I can't take it...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
don't move like that little man…..be brave…..ha ha ha….. take it like my brother Juan would take the leather...
SMACK SMACK...
no, you are not brave like him. you are weak and Miss Julie told me to beat you hard…SMACK SMACK SMACK…...I think Miss Julie will be happy with me. Oh little man, where did that little dicklette go? disappear? shrank away. ha ha ha!
SMACK
can't take a little pain, big man?
SMACK SMACK
OK…..take it…..just lay here and take it….you got me…..oh the pain…..make it stop, please please…..oh Princess….please help me. Why doesn't she say anything….
SMACK SMACK SMACK
oh, I like this leather. It's warming up as it beats his bottom. I love leather. The smell of it…..oh this is nice...
SMACK...
ha, he has stopped squirming….now the real whipping can start.
CRACK CRACK
This leather really leaves a nice red welt…..almost like I'm painting his bottom with fire engine red paint from Home Depot….oh what shade would this be?
CRACK CRACK
Ha ha…..little man….are you sorry yet.
CRACK CRACK
You will be...
SMACK
Oh let this be over….I promise, I pray, I promise I'll be good, please Princess. I promise I'll do whatever you say, I swear it……
SMACK SMACK
My goodness his bottom is looking so red and purple here and there…..with those dusty white spots. Oh have I hit you too hard, little man?
SMACK SMACK...
no, not nearly done yet are we??
SMACK
Miss Julie wants you beaten, broken... a lesson to learn.
SMACK SMACK
it looks like your bottom is learning a lesson.
SMACK
maybe close to enough. I think a final 10 right across your sit spot might be a good way to finish this….
SMACK SMACK SMACK
My mind registers the leather striking my swollen flesh…..has she gotten blood, it feels like she has, the leather is like an animal tearing at my flesh. Oh will this ever end? The pillow is wet with my tears and snot….I am so ashamed to have allowed this….why oh why…..please let it end.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Be firm….you are doing your job. Miss Julie said to enjoy myself and this is a joy…oh yes….thank you, Miss Julie….this is amazing to hurt this little man like this. I feel so powerful, so much in control….proud to do my very best for you, Julie.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
there little man….let that teach you a good lesson now and for the next couple of days. Oh you are going to be so sore. Ha! as if I care…..
SMACCCCCKKKKKKKKK!
Consuella tossed the leather down across his bare back….takes the money from the side table and turns to leave the room. She has not yet spoken a word to the broken little man on the bed….she still feels a contempt for his attitude but perhaps this will teach him a good first lesson. Miss Julie did mention they would talk about a follow up next week. She was going to write to Julie, but before she did, Consuella felt a need to take a little break. She knew the vibrator had fresh batteries but didn't think it would take much to send her over the edge. This beating had her heart racing and she would remember his screams and sobbing forever. Oh such a rush.
Tap….Tap…..Tap…….she left the door open…..he heard her walk slowly down the hallway
Those heels on the hardwood floors….I'll remember that for a long time. Oh princess….I don't know how long it took for me to pull myself together. I was a mess. Yes, I cried. Yes, I think I must have screamed into the pillow a few times…..that leather was evil. Oh the burn. The pillow case needs to be washed. I was able to untie the scarf with my teeth and then get out of the belt but when I sat up on the edge of the bed it was pure agony to have any pressure on my inflamed swollen bottom and my thighs…oh my god…I'll never forget that strapping. Oh please princess….how can daddy make this all right for you?
Now I have to worry about seeing your mother this evening…..oh damn…..and Consuella is still here. Oh lord….no, I don't want to see her. I'm going to my library and locking the door. She is off on Fridays. What on earth will I do when she is back on Monday. Oh the shame of having the maid punish me like this.
I've got to go and put away that leather….I don't suppose you'd allow me to burn it but that was a good thought earlier…..and clean up the bedroom.
Let's move ahead from here, Princess…..please? I promise to be a better man that you can be proud of.
HUGS
DADDY
To: daddy
Oh daddy! How you do carry on! It was just a little spanking from Consuella. She gave me a full report and it was not nearly as bad as you indicate. What a lot of crocodile tears, daddy! You are such a baby. I'm almost ashamed of you. Connie says her little brother takes a harder spanking than you do and doesn't carry on so.
And as to that report Connie sent me... DADDY! Who told you to spread your legs and show her your private parts???? She even said you were leaking precum for goodness sake! If you think your discipline sessions are so sexy, I'll clearly have to ask Consuella to step it up a notch. Expect a harder spanking from her next Thursday, daddy, followed by chores.
Also, I don't want you hard during Connie's spankings. I'll ask her to reach between your legs and check if you are hard before the next one, and if you are it will be a pair of rubber gloves and a big glob of KY Jelly that she'll rub into your penis and make you spurt before the spanking. You really need to learn a lesson daddy, and I think it will sink in better if you are not so, well, excited by Connie while she teaches it to you.
Consuella says Mom's DAR meeting isn't every Thursday. But I would like her out of the house to give Connie time to teach you a lesson. She says there's a new spa that opened up? Why don't you give Mom a gift of Spa visits that will keep her out of the house for the next month on Thursdays. Oh, and buy a day at the spa for Connie as well that she can use on her day off.
And another thing I was very disappointed about in your reply. What was it that I asked you to think about during your punishment? What was it I asked you to focus on as you were getting your little spanking from Consuella? Go back and re-read my email and then write me back and tell me what you were supposed to be thinking about.
Oh, and did you read my blog post about the Ginger Root? Let's make sure Connie has plenty of Ginger Root in the house for next Thursday's whipping and chores.
You will learn daddy, even if I have to get Connie to punish you every week for the next year.
Julie
To: julie
Hi Princess....
Just a quick note for my most favorite daughter, dearest Princess. I'm really doing a much better job to show your Mother and dear sweet Consuella just how much I respect them both as women and as individuals. That is the one nagging question that I think I forgot to tell you about last week.
I was in such pain following that hellacious beating with that belt that I may have forgotten to tell you just how that session taught me such a good lesson about respect, Princess. I'm learning, honestly I am, honey. I signed your mother up for the new day spa at the country club. That was such a good idea on your part and I even made an appointment for Consuella and I won't dock her time for when she is getting her nails done or whatever. It's all on me, Princess. Your good, most respectful Daddy..
So....really no need for a visit tomorrow? yes? Oh please, Princess. Well, perhaps a little spanking reminder might be a good thing to help keep me on the straight path towards treating your Mother and all Ladies better....ok ok....OK! But please, please promise your Daddy that she won't use my belt again. Damn that thing was wicked bad in her hands. I can't take that belt again, dearest daughter. Please please, I'm begging you, tell her not to use my belt again. You are such a good daughter. You mean so much to me.
HUGS
Daddy
To: Julie
Good morning, Miss Julie
My goodness sakes if I had not seen this with my own eyes or heard with my own ears I would not believe the difference in your Daddy when I reported for work on Monday. It's like he is a totally changed man, girl friend. He is smiling and saying nice hellos and even heard him say a "Yes, Ma'am" or two when he and the Mrs were chatting over coffee.
He refilled her coffee for her too. Oh, there were flowers on the breakfast room table and then the first major shock of my day….there was a flower arrangement in my day room, Miss Julie. The card was from him and it was hand written. It said "Thank you for your years of good service. Daddy"
When I came back into the kitchen he turned, smiled and said "Good morning, Consuella. Please let me know if there is anything you need help with today". The funny thing is that when he turned he sort of made this "ouchie" face and seemed to be sitting very lightly. I think his butt is still hurting him. Well it serves him right, doesn't it?
It seems that he and the Mrs were talking about the new day spa at the country club. There were a couple of brochures on the table. I had gone to cut some fresh fruit for them. When I came back with the plate he stated. "Consuella, do you think that Wednesday or Thursday would be a better day for you to take a couple of hours off to visit the spa. I'm going to sign Mom up for a Thursday full day experience and I'd like to have you enjoy a relaxing few hours once a week as well"
"Well, sir, I think that my Thursdays are usually very busy" I said with a smile that seemed to cause him a bit of concern. Men are just so easy to toy with, aren't they?
He seemed to clear his throat as if it had just gone dry. "Yes, I see. Well then Wednesdays it shall be. You've been a great help here for years and you deserve respect and some pampering too." Oh, Miss Julie, I think it was killing him to say these things but he was so smooth and gracious.
So does this mean that I have to go easy on him on Thursday? I don't think so! I'm sure that you'll agree that even if he has started to make some positive changes that he has years and years of poor treatment and evil bad male thoughts to atone for.
Did he really make those comments about your bum hole and spread open pussy when he was spanking you? It just makes me so mad to know he even touched you when you were so open and vulnerable. Was it just a brush against your nether lips or did he probe inside with one of his thick fingers or rub around your clitty and take advantage of you when he beat you? I'll make him pay, Miss Julie. I've got my leather strap out in the car now and I'll get it inside the house today. I had my brother oil it over the weekend so it is very subtle and ready for a good workout on Thursday morning.
What are your instructions on the severity this week? You were correct that I may have been a bit difficult with his tender bottom last week. But it looks like it did get his attention, Miss Julie.
As for some of your other ideas, I do have a funny story to tell you. Last Halloween he brought in a very cute French maid's outfit that he purchased at the local costume shop. Very upscale fancy outfit, oh Yes! I thought it was a joke but I think he was serious about wanting me to wear that short skirt, petty coats, stockings and skimpy black panties that simply were a vulgar male fantasy instead of a real working uniform. Well, I just stored it in the closet. I never considered wearing it. When he asked about it I told him I gave it to Goodwill. He got a little mad but even back then didn't want to make a scene in front of your Mother. I think I can use parts of it, even if they might be a bit tight on him, for a cute outfit for him to wear as he helps me with the housework on Thursday. I may not have it ready for this week but certainly for next week, Miss Julie. He will look so cute. I think that a good dose of humiliation will help with his lesson on respecting women.
I do have one question, Miss Julie, as I don't fully trust this new changed Daddy of yours. I think that he will try some of his "money solves everything" type of moves. What should I do if he tries to offer gifts or extra cash for me to not whip him on Thursday? You've already set up the $50 tip which I do thank you for doing. But what if he tries to buy his way out of a blistered bottom? Go harder? Maybe give him a stroke per dollar he offers? Oh oh, I think I'm getting a bit damp already thinking about his ordeal for this week.
So many things to get ready for Thursday. This is going to be a very special week. I've got more confidence to follow your instructions firmly. Together we will teach this old dog some new tricks!
Enjoy
Connie
To: Consuella
Hi Connie!
See? It's working! Yeah! Thank you.
daddy begged not to get the belt today, so I agreed. So please use your strap instead. And I think last week's spanking was about the right intensity for him, give or take. It still needs to be a punishment. You know he gets turned on by spanky spanky things, so we have to get him past that. One thought I had was if he is hard when you get there, you could use a pair of rubber gloves and some KY on him beforehand. Make him mess the bed. Then give him his whipping while he's lying in his own little cum-puddle. Maybe put his face into it, like a bad puppy! For his chores afterwards you can have him do the bedding.
He just brushed past my ass and pussy, but it was very inappropriate! Why don't you remind him of that, except give his balls are hard squeeze instead of a light brush. Ha Ha!
I love the idea of the costume. Very appropriate for him to get that given back to him as your "gift" to him! We can save that for next week!
Oh, and as for any bribes he offers. You just tell me how much he offers you. Give him his whipping anyways, and then report it to me. I will make him pay you, and have you give him a whipping for every dollar also.
Thanks again, Connie!
Julie
To: daddy
Fine daddy. I told Consuella not to use the belt on you today. But you are still getting a spanking, and she might be giving you chores afterwards. You do what she says, daddy. You are not done being punished by me yet!
To: Julie
Thank you, Princess. Daddy didn't sleep well last night thinking about everything that has happened lately and what you had talked with Consuella about today's session. I am so very pleased that you can see that I'm trying hard to learn to respect you, your mother, Consuella and well, just women in general. Thank you for telling her not to use my belt again....I know that I can take a spanking and not turn into a little cry baby. Last week was so embarrassing I had a few close calls with your mother until the major marks went away. Well, actually there are still 3 slight dull brown marks on my side where the tip of the belt wrapped around my butt. I'll make you proud today, princess.
I'm sure that a few chores will be fine. I've been making coffee first thing in the morning before Consuella arrives and even put a few dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
I do have a meeting at the bank this afternoon. Is the Z running well? Don't forget the oil changes. Just let me know if we need to book an appointment at the dealership for you. See, Daddy is thinking about you all the time, Princess.
Got to run now...it's coffee time here.
Have a wonderful day. Your Daddy is so proud of you.
HUGS
Daddy
To: Julie
Oh, Ms Julie.....I am still laughing even now so many hours after your Daddy's Thursday whipping. What a fun and exciting time I had turning his butt beet red to match his embarrassed face several times this morning. I wish I had more time right now but will send a full report in the morning, I promise. You won't believe how surprised your Daddy was several times this morning. He is just so precious when he isn't in control. And the howls he was making when my strap was painting his ass bright red.
Off to take a long hot steamy shower
Connie
To: Julie
Good morning, Ms Julie
I hope you had a very fine evening. I certainly did enjoy a long hot steamy shower after my most interesting day following up with your Daddy. One of the best aspects of punishing your Daddy is how excited it gets me, Ms Julie. I seem to tingle everywhere and am very sensitive in so many places. I've cum several times just thinking about our Thursday session and what I did to your Daddy. Oh goodness, I think I need to go find a man this weekend. A real man to make this Latino Lady feel ever so good. See what You have caused, Ms Julie? Thank you so very much. But, on with my report.
I can't guarantee but I do think Daddy is on the path to showing us some true respectful behavior because he now knows what a good punishment strapping is going to cost his sorry little white bare bottom. No more fun and games, no more hard cocklette thoughts of spanky spanky games...just a burning blistered bottom followed up with humiliating chores for Mr High and formerly Mighty Big Businessman. I laughed and laughed at him all day long.
He was the picture of respectfulness in the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Doing this and that for the Mrs as she was getting ready to go to the spa for the day. She was so excited. That was such a good idea of yours to have him buy her these weekly visits. I am looking forward to mine as well. Daddy was all smiles but I did note a bit of nervousness especially when I looked in the fridge for that ginger root.
Casually I had that gnarled root in my hand as I came over to check their coffee....and said "Would ginger chicken sound good for dinner tonight?" I waved that root in front of him and you should have seen him squirm. By the way, does he have your permission to read your blog. I know for a fact from this reactions that he read about the ginger root plug. "This fresh root will be really good and spicy, don't you think?" I smiled at how uncomfortable Daddy appeared. If only he knew what You had in store for him. Showing him early certainly played on his naughty mind.
Your mother got all fixed up and left for her spa day. I heard Daddy take a shower and I was thinking he was getting their bedroom ready for his 10 AM spanking. I couldn't wait. I carved up a good sized juicy ginger plug following the directions you wrote about on your blog and put it in a plastic baggie. I did wear my yellow kitchen gloves so as to not burn my own fingers and then put the gloves in my uniform pocket. I took the heavy leather strap out of my bag and walked slowly towards Daddy's room. My heels clicked on the wood floor as I walked down the hall. You told me he mentioned listening to the heels getting closer and closer last time. Well, I let the anticipation grow in his silly boy mind.
Entering the bedroom I saw a perfect picture of a naughty boy about to get a spanking. He was naked and quietly laying out on the big master bed but Julie, he did not have the bolster under him like last week. Ha ha, I wonder why not? I'll wager that he didn't want his little pee pee in the way like last time.
Also, he had not bound up his own legs as he had been instructed last time. The heavy spanking belt was in his closet as he had made that little deal with you not to use it. Of course, I was going to use my own thick leather strap instead. There was money on the side table and oddly, his wallet right next to the $50 was open and a $100 bill was about half way out of his wallet. Oh what is Daddy thinking? Perhaps a tip for a good spanking? I smiled at your naughty Daddy. He thinks that money can fix anything. Well, it will not keep me from blistering his ass, Ms Julie.
I didn't want to say a word, just like last week. I ran my hand from his heel up to his bottom and felt him shiver and squirm just a bit. I inspected his bottom and could smell the fresh soap scents from his shower. Putting on the yellow gloves, I took the ginger root and first put it in front of his nose for him to smell the spicy ginger. He started to protest but I just gave him a "shhhhhh" and put my hand in the middle of his back to steady his squirming. When he calmed down I spread his cheeks and with just a little difficulty got it deep inside him with that little nub sticking out. Oh what a fun sight to behold.
Then I took my time to find a couple of belts to bind his ankles and also around this thighs like that picture that lill jo drew for you. Such a good idea so as to keep Daddy right where I wanted him. I also tied his hands to the headboard. By the time I was done he was squirming around having some real problems with the ginger burning inside his butt.
Then for the best part. I showed him my wide leather strap. Oh, Ms Julie, his eyes got so big. He started saying all sorts of things....promises of good behavior, promises to respect each and every woman on the planet, a little talk about a promise not to use the belt, all sorts of gibberish including the offer to pay another $50 and then finally he mentioned another $100 bill that was right there. I think that might have been a mistake on his part, don't you?
One last thing to check before I started his whipping. I rolled him over on the bed and you'll never guess what disrespectful behavior his little dicklette was showing all hard and throbbing, just dripping with precum, Ms Julie. I knew how you wanted me to take care of it. I had forgotten the KY you mentioned so I went in the bathroom and got a squirt of liquid soap on my yellow glove. He was actually in tears when I returned. His eyes were pleading with me to not do this but I just smiled and let the soap drip down over his little sausage. It was twitching. This is when I first started to laugh out loud at him. It would not be the last time yesterday.
I started to slowly stroke him but was careful not to be too rough and too quick. His tone changed almost immediately and his cries and pleading started to increase. That's odd I thought. Then he started hollering about the burning. Oh, Julie, I had forgotten that I was wearing these gloves when I peeled the ginger root. They must be covered in ginger juices. Oh the poor boy. It didn't take very many strokes and I knew he was very close. I pulled my hand off as I felt him build up so as to ruin his cumming. He had quite a good gooey load as if he may not have cum in a week or more. Well it went all over his tummy. I rubbed it around and even rubbed some on his face but was careful not to get any near his eyes what with the ginger on my gloves. I'm strict but not cruel, Julie.
I rolled him back over on his tummy and picked up my strap. It feels so good in my hand. Very well balanced and heavy with the oils that my brother uses to keep the leather soft.
SMACKKKKKK!!! The first one always sets the tone for the whole session. This one landed right on his sit spot which I wanted to concentrate on today. A nice 2" wide band of red seemed to magically appear across both lily white cheeks. Oh this was going to be fun.
SMACKKKKK SMACKKK SMACKKKKK I wanted to let him know right off the beginning that I was here to punish him for his disrespectful behavior.
SPANK SMACKKKK He was wiggling his bottom around in such a fun way with that ginger root sticking out of his bumhole. I wonder if he was thinking about your bumhole or mine right now? I think NOT! SMACK SMACK SMACKKKKKK The thought of him brushing his hand across your pouty wet pussy lips just made me mad and the leather seemed to leap down and attack his cheeks. I was working hard for you, Ms Julie.
Last week he had pushed his face down into the pillows to muffle his screams. This time I didn't put a pillow out for his face. His pleading and begging and moans actually was a turn on to keep me hitting him good and hard. You said to punish him....I did, Ms Julie.
But about 3 minutes into the session I really had grown tired of his loud screaming, moaning and begging. Well, his begging was actually inspiring. SMACK! SMACK!!! I was wanting to finish up with him a bit quieter so I decided to gag him. You'd mentioned that in your blog. But what to use. I decided to pull down my panties that were just a little bit soaked as beating him had gotten me very juicy. I blush at that thought but I think you understand how exciting it is to beat a man....especially a deserving naughty Daddy! I pushed my wet panties into his mouth. Oh good, that was better....now to finish off this phase of his whipping.
The leather worked down to about the middle of his thighs and back up….left side and right side. This spanker is easier to control than his belt. Not as many "bites" into his flanks as last week. Oh he blisters so easily, Julie. He was sobbing through the panties. Just as last week he finally stopped all his squirming and accepted his fate. I gave him a few more smacks for good measure. He certainly was learning a good lesson in respect, Miss Julie.
But then I needed some relief. So I untied his hands and twisted him around until his head was on the edge of the bed. You said to use him, yes? So, that's exactly what I did. I pulled off my uniform skirt and sat my juicy wet bottom right down on his face.
He struggled for a moment or two but soon got to licking right where I needed it most. Oh, Julie, girl friend, his mouth felt so good licking my wetness. His tongue quickly got me up to the edge and over it with an amazing gushing release on my part. I blush to think of how wet his face was when I got off my ride. He was a mess but I felt so very good.
It took me a few minutes to calm down. Then I undid the restraining belts and stood him up. I grabbed him by the ear and tugged him towards the bathroom. I wanted to clean him up but also we had his first chore which was to wash my panties I'd used for a gag.
I still had not said a word to him. He was saying he had learned his lessons and that he would do anything to not have me do this again. I just put my finger to my lips and hushed him up. He hung his head down in shame.
In the bathroom I stood him in front of sink and started the water. I took some soap and a wash cloth to clean up his sticky messy face. I also took pity on his squirming blistered bottom and removed the ginger root. Just as you found with david it was not all the messy but still, I flushed it down the toilet. He actually said "thank you, Consuella". Maybe there is hope for Daddy?
Then I handed him my panties and got him to understand that he needed to wash them. I placed the leather strap on the bathroom counter and left him to his chore. I took that time to go find him a nice pair of your mother's panties to wear while we did more cleaning chores.
When I returned with a nice lacey pair of her panties, I could not believe it. His little pee pee was all hard again. Will Daddy not learn to control himself in front of me. Oh such disrespect! I grabbed the strap and bent him over the bathroom sink.
SMACK SMACK SMACK…..I laid them on good and firm right on top of the other tender marks…..he howled and squirmed. SMACK SMACK SMACK Daddy, you bad boy! I stood him up and turned him around and slapped his cock with my open hand. CRACK Bad boy! It was dripping again, Juile. Well, I turned him to face the toilet. I put his hand on his cock and jerked a couple of times until he understood what he was to do. He was crying again. I stepped back to watch him humiliate himself in front of me. I had the strap to threaten him into action. This time it took a bit longer but he soon spurted into the toilet. I laughed at him and his sad little dicklette.
The rest of the day was a series of nice chores with him dressed in just your mother's pretty pink lace panties. We washed the sheets from the bed that his drippy precum had messed up. We did the floors. Oh it was such fun. I only had to add a few more licks with the strap when he slowed down a little. I got him into the shower well ahead of your mother getting home from the spa.
Now it's up to him to not get caught with a blistered bottom over the weekend. I do hope this helps teach him the lesson about being respectful, Ms Julie.
Well, I need to get dressed and go clubbing tonight. Oh I do have needs too!
Connie
To: Consuella
Hi Connie!
I'm sure daddy practically peed himself when he saw you with that strap! Well, we did only promise we wouldn't use the belt...
Poor daddy with his gingered tip and bumhole! I'm quite sure that will be a lesson he won't want repeated any time soon. But it is disgusting for him to be so excited about his whippings. You handled it well.
I think daddy is sulking because he has not yet written me back yet. But it's a good thing, as I am looking forward to learning what you did to him next before hearing from him.
Oh, and good news, Consuella, looks like daddy will be needing to give you an extra $150 next week for his bribing ways. I will tell him to put out the regular $50 and an extra $150 he tried to bribe you with next week, and then he'll get 150 extra strokes as well, all bought and paid for. Is your arm up for it?
Julie
To: Julie
Dearest most beautiful and powerful daughter how are you this very fine morning? Did the floral arrangement arrive yesterday? I hope you enjoyed them….I tried my very best to remember your most favorite flowers and had the florist send those to my dearest daughter. Please accept them as a nice little gift, yes, but also as a way of my appreciation for how you and dear Consuella are doing your best to help me overcome a lifetime of poor behaviors. I am seeing how determined you both are to teach me this most valuable lesson about respecting women. Oh how could I not have seen this before, dear Princess?
I am fully aware now that I must change my whole attitude. How might you suggest that I do to show you and Consuella that I want to change and that I am changing, Princess? Because I honestly don't wish to go through another Thursday like you set into motion this week. I have never felt such pain in so many ways. I beg you, Princess, please work with me on this….please please please, oh dear me, Princess your Daddy is imploring you to at least discuss this like two adults, dear Lady.
I know you want a report and I know it's late in being written. I am trying hard to follow your instructions. I'll do better on the reports. Thursday was a blur, a painful blur, that I would like to forget but that pain is burned into my brain and I shall never forget it. No never. Even today it is very painful to sit comfortably. Your mother has given me several strange looks but I am telling her that I hurt my back playing golf the other day. She has recommended a nice massage with the staff at the spa. Oh she does like the treatment she is getting there & does expect to keep the regular Thursday appointment I set up at your request. I am happy she is happy.
I want to make you happy too, Princess. I want to make Consuella happy as well….what can I do for her? Please help me on this as she doesn't say a word to me. She laughs. Oh does she laugh at your Daddy and his sad humiliations that she is doing here, Princess. I can't get the sound of her laughing out of my mind. Please, you speak Spanish. Find out what I can do for her, please. oh yes, Please dear daughter. I signed her up for the spa and am even giving her paid time off to go be pampered. What can I do to not have her use that horrible leather strap on my ass? God almighty that is a barbaric piece of cowhide.
I was in such a good mood on Thursday morning because I was really trying this week to learn and show you and Consuella of my renewed respect for women. I am making coffee and making sure your Mother's coffee is fresh. We were at the table having our coffee when Consuella brought a full ginger root and waved it around right in front of my face. Oh dear Lord, just like your blog entry. You did give me permission to read it, yes? My mind shot into overdrive as it looked like you two planned on using one of those spicy burning buds on my ass at 10. My morning was done, my mind spinning. I knew right then and there that my actions had fallen short. So I made ready everything else just to your plan, Princess.
After a good cleaning shower, I was naked and on the bed before 10 as directed. No bolster this week as that was a big BIG mistake last week. I never knew how exposed that made me and yes that belt did make contact with terribly painful results. My mind was spinning to be sure that belt was way back in my closet this week. Plus you had promised that Consuella would not use it. How stupid of me to think this would be just a little hand spanking. That tawse of hers was so much worse and she beat me with it until I was sobbing and begging her to stop hurting me so bad.
I heard her heels on the floor way down the hallway. My heart raced. I had hoped for fair treatment. I didn't have to wait long to find out how wrong I was this week. Her heels got closer and closer. I felt her in the room. She didn't close the door this week. She touched my heel with a jolt of electricity that sparked through my whole body. As she traced her finger up my leg to my bare bottom I could not help but shiver with a dreadful anticipation, Princess.
Consuella does play mind games with me. I shiver now to remember that she pushed that peeled ginger root right under my nose. Oh damn, a sweet fragrance but spicy. It was a shock that it was happening. Oh no….oh this is not good. She pulled my cheeks wide open and without a word slipped that pungent ginger inside me. It hurt a little. I mean there hasn't been anything up there like that before and it didn't burn right away but that didn't last long. Soon the burn started….and built.
I had forgotten to bind my ankles. She took care of that as well as binding my hands to the headboard again. She has a light touch and her perfume this week was very exotic. How could I not get a little excited by her touch, the excitement of the situation, that mild burning now building in my butt. So when she flipped me over…..yes, I was a bit hard. It's a common male reaction Princess, not a show of disrespect, honest. I was so embarrassed. She had those kitchen gloves on, I remember seeing yellow. I think I shall always get a cold shiver when I see those again. Damn they were cold. She jerked me off. I suppose that a honest male response is against the rules? Your rules, honey or just hers? It felt oddly exciting but the gloves were cold and then the burn started. I tried to tell her the ginger juice but my words may have gotten garbled as the pain grew along with the need to spurt. Oh that was so humiliating to spurt like that. Then she smeared that gooey stuff all over me and my face. So damn shameful. And she laughed.
Then the strapping. She showed it to me first. It looked bad, dark brown, wide…heavy. I knew I was so stupid to think I'd earned any mercy at her hands. I was correct. My gosh that leather burned my butt. I tried to be stoic, to not cry, to not beg her to stop but like a 12 year old over a nanny's firm lap, my disciplinarian took no pity on your poor Daddy's butt. Damn what a mess I made of things. Tears and snot on the bed covers along with my dried cum stains. She just kept on beating me. She was relentless. I tried to call out and halt the proceedings. I tried to beg her…I don't even know what I said but at some point during the ordeal she stopped and of all the damn things she stuffed her warm wet panties in my mouth.
I gave into her discipline but she didn't stop until it felt like I was bleeding. I was totally beaten. I give up, Princess. What can I do to prove that I'm a changed man? Please, what can I do to not get the same beating next week?
But it didn't stop there. She is a fiery Latino, you know. She must have really gotten excited to beat me because all of a sudden she untied my hands, pulled her dirty panties out of my mouth and twisted me around and turned me over so that my head was off the edge of the bed. Tears clouded my eyes but I could see and then smell and then, oh my god, she squatted down on my face and rubbed her wet pussy and ass all over me. I tried to gasp in a breath but she held my face firmly until I started to lick what I could. She was so wet, so hot….I pressed my mouth into whatever she presented. Thankfully she allowed me a breath now and then. I must admit that she tasted like sweet honey, Princess. I kept on licking and sucking until I felt her thighs tighten on my face holding me against her with my tongue hard on her hot button. Then I almost drowned in a flow of her cum that I shall never forget. Oh my gosh, I've read about females that cum strongly but never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever experience it myself. She let me breath and drink and suck and lick her as clean as best I could. I felt so used, Princess.
Then she put her uniform back on, and like a very naughty child she stood me up and grabbed my ear. She tugged me with my blistered ass into the bathroom.
Letter 10
From: ConsuellaTo: Julie
Good morning, Miss Julie.
Your ideas are very exciting. Yes, we shall teach your Daddy to respect women and show him the error of his ways over the years. I will be honored to follow through on any tasks that you feel will be necessary as I am learning that you have much more imagination. Now I think I know why I kept finding your Barbie and Ken dolls in such odd positions and wearing such unusual attire when you were a little younger. Oh you naughty girl!
The only problem with Thursdays at 10 AM is the Mrs and her schedule. Last week was her monthly meeting with the DAR but I don't think she has plans this week. Now she has been talking with me about a day spa that has opened recently at the country club. It sounds so relaxing with hot stone massage therapy, private steam room access, facials and all sorts of pampering. Perhaps you could suggest to little Daddy man that he pay for a standing Thursday visit for her to the spa?
I shall have the items you mentioned ready for this Thursday. Oh, I can't wait to see his face today when I return from my Easter holiday. He had best show some respect. I wonder if he will be sitting comfortably yet? His butt was blistered badly the last time I saw him. I'm certain that he would have marks especially where that belt bit into his flank. Did he hide his bottom from the Mrs all weekend long? I think I'm getting more excited about reporting for work today. Miss Julie, I have not been this excited about work in many years. See what a good employee you help motivate.
This is fun. Thank you, Miss Julie.
Connie
Letter 11
[Connie's thought are spliced in in red]From: daddy
To: Julie
Dearest darling princess how do I even start this letter? My mind is spinning about so many details and my butt and thighs are throbbing with so much pain that it's difficult to maintain any thoughts without breaking down again. Yes, your Daddy is a broken man, a man in pain, a man sobbing in tears, a man who wants to do good for his beautiful strong daughter….please princess how can Daddy make it better for you. What can I do to please you, to make you happy, to undo all those things that have made you angry about me. Oh dear lord, princess….I'm in such pain my butt is swollen, I can't even sit down ….please, please tell Daddy what you want and I'll do it, I promise you, princess….just, just don't send Consuella again. No. No no no no….please not that belt again. I'm going to burn it. It's an evil piece of leather…a snake with a terrible bite. I had such a fantasy about that damn belt but it showed it's true self this morning, it's was a weapon in her hand. I never want to see it or touch it again. I never want to go through this again Princess….can we talk? Please….oh please darling. What I really need now is your hug to reassure Daddy that it's all going to be all right, that this pain will go away, that he has learned his lesson and will respect women with a fresh new approach….to have you hug me close like Daddy held you after he used that little belt on your bare bottom in the shop. To show you that punishment is love and that once it's over we all move on. Please Princes….oh please.
Let me see if I can hold it together a bit better now. I just took a shower and found some cream to put on the welts that cover my butt and thighs. There are places that seem to be weeping some sticky fluid as well….what are those? blisters that have burst? In the mirror my ass is a crisscross of angry deep red and purple welts, Princess….it's a mess and it burns oh it burns so damn bad. Did you tell her to do this to me? I can't believe I actually gave her money to do this. Damn it all….the maid did this to me, Princess. You could never have told her to be this cruel, this hard on your Daddy. I am so sorry that I treated Consuella poorly over the years. Damn she is a mean bitch….no no….I didn't type that. I'm sorry hun….it's just the pain, it has me thinking wrong thoughts…..she has been a good employee and I'll treat her with great respect. I'm sure it's years of little things that she just was able to let out….that had built up and she….oh damn, Princess she beat the living shit out of my butt. That belt is evil in her hands. Where did she learn to use that damn thing? I never want to do that again, Princess. Please Princess your Daddy is so sorry, so very sorry. Fantasy is a fun thing….the reality of my bruised burning butt is so totally not fun. I'm learning Princess….what do you want from me? How can I make this all right for you? Just tell me…..Daddy will make it right. I promise. Damn, how am I going to keep your mother from seeing my butt…..the marks are going to be there for a week or more. Oh, crap, I'd never thought about that. I need a drink. Back in a few, Princess….
I am just one huge nerve ending beaten raw and swollen….it's difficult to even move let alone try to sit here and attempt to send this report that you had requested. Oh last week when our letters started going in the direction of me asking you what it would take to make things right for that spanking I gave your bare bottom that night I never ever in my wildest dreams thought I'd feel this much pain. We never spanked you like this princess. We never beat you. I don't think we ever marked that cute little bottom of yours. Good god, no, never did we whip you like this. I thought it was going to be like that night in the shop….a few smacks with that belt I'd purchased….a bit of leather on my bare rump and all would be fine. No, this is nothing like what I had thought would happen….your note gave some fairly easy to do tasks to get ready for 10 this morning….and I must admit that I guess that fantasy thoughts clouded my judgement because I did get very excited about this morning, Princess. Not to the point where I had to lick any gooey stuff up off my hand but your Daddy was excited as he took the belt and laid it out on the big king sized bed along with a couple of your mom's scarves and a smaller belt to bind my ankles. It was a big game then….now I know why you wanted my feet bound up because I think that I might have gone running from the room after about the 3rd stroke. Damn hun, she beat me and beat me….I thought she might give me a dozen firm strokes but honey, hell, she beat me for what felt like an hour. Did you tell her to do that? No, you couldn't have…not you Princess, not my loving daughter….it had to be years of resentment built up and the opportunity to finally let out her frustrations on my bare naked butt.
Anyhow….let me start at the beginning, this morning…..hell, I even tried to be nice at breakfast this morning and smiled and say "Buenas Dias" to her in the kitchen. She just gave me this stare that made me feel about 12 years old, Princess…..she had a fire in her eyes that I'd never seen nor appreciated before. I even made my own coffee. I also had never really noticed but her uniform or was it just her, I don't know but she seemed, well, very strict in her grey uniform….not sexy like those French maids of a fellow's dreams….but strict and very efficient…but she was wearing heels today. Does she normally wear heels with her uniform? I can't recall. But today her heels seemed to strike with such an authoritive tap, tap, tap…..and yes, Princess…..I heard them at 10 and that sends a cold shiver through me now.
So about 9 or so your mother got all ready for her DAR meeting, she looked so very good this morning. She took the Jag. I even came out to the front porch and gave her a little kiss and a wave as she drove down the drive. She told me she is going to do a bit of shopping with the girls after the meeting and would call if she runs late and stops for a wine at the country club. Right now I don't know how I'll be able to face her tonight or how I'll hide my secret but I'll have to think that through too. Damn, when you let your fantasy get out of hand you just turn your brain off, don't you? So many things I never considered. Damn.
I hurried back inside to our bedroom. I even made the bed up nice and neat. Remembering so many stories and pictures of spankings or leatherings on the bed scene in my head, I also found a nice firm boulster and placed it on the bed so as to lay over it and raise my bottom. Oh such a foolish boy and his thoughts this morning. I removed that belt from my slacks and put it on the bed next to the little belt for my legs and the scarves. Then I took a quick shower to be fresh for my appointment. I even took extra care to wash my bottom and that gave me a bit of a tingle and yes, Princess, your Daddy was hard as a rock thinking about the spanking and why he was going to get the spanking…you know why, don't you, of course you do….because of Daddy's belting in the shop with you spread wide open over the sawhorse and your pussy so wet, so pink, so open…and yes, yes Daddy touching you there for that fleeting second that has now changed my life forever. I'm so sorry, princess….oh those thoughts have gotten me in such trouble. In the shower I almost came, I was so excited….so terrified about what might happen but more to the good side and hopeful this would be a good thing not the painful experience that it has turned out to be. So I saved myself until you might tell me I had your permission….and then I was dry and naked and was standing beside my bed. I placed the $50 on the bedside table as you had instructed. Oh damn….my heart was racing. I was thinking like a school kid again being sent to the principal's office with a note from the teacher….to get a paddling. Oh dear, youthful thoughts zipping in and out of my mind….and flashes of your pink moist pussy and your asshole….that's what I was thinking about as I turned over the bolster. It did raise my bottom up and spread my legs slightly, and my oh so hard cock was pressed against it and it bent it back along with my balls, exposing myself. Oh damn, princess I felt so exposed. But I glanced at the clock and it was almost time.the terror of the situation started to creep into my mind. Then I heard her heels… tap… tap…tap… approaching down the hallway.
I nearly came listening to her get closer and closer. I knew the belt was right beside me. I felt so damn vulnerable, so exposed….and so sorry that I'd gotten myself here but damn it all also so excited that one of those dreams was about to come true….a real punishment. Little did I know how true that thought would be. She entered the room and closed the door even though we were the only two in the house.
Tap….tap….tap…..I could feel her next to me. She didn't say a word. I thought my heart and my cock would explode. I could smell a fresh scent…might have been Tide….had Consuella been doing the wash just before coming up here? I was lost in thought as she took a scarf and tied my wrists to the bed. So there I was….the tied up little piggy ready for slaughter…..oh dear me, I never thought how so very close to the truth that was right then. Spread out over this firm pillow….hands tied above my head… my throbbing cock and balls squished out between my thighs….my face to the center of the bed I didn't see her but in my mind I saw here in her grey uniform, precise, utilitarian, neat, proper….yes, respectful….a good woman that had done a good job for many years. I really never knew her like I suppose you and your mother had grown to know her. I wished I knew more right now….had she ever taken a belt to anyone before? Did she….
SMACK!!
Oh my god such a loud crack, like a pistol shot in a closed room, and then the immediate burn across both of my bare cheeks….oh damn, the pain shot straight to my brain. Shit….oh damn…..I gasped. She had not said anything, no warning, no warm up, no nothing just this hot burning fire in.
SMACK!!!
Christ in heaven that one hit right below the first one on the fleshy meat of my bare bottom that is sticking up in the damned air just inviting that leather.
Then she stopped. Oh my God, I thought it might be over! But no, she just took the other belt and wrapped it around my ankles. It pushed my legs together, but it didn't hide anything! My thighs squeezing my cock and balls!! Oh no! I should never have spread my legs like that! What was I thinking???
SMACK SMACK
Gasping…oh this is not good. try to be a man….get hold of yourself
SMACK
I try to move, squirm I guess it the best way to say it but I feel her hand in the middle of my back. That sends an electric shock through me….that touch….cool hand not warm….
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
short quick snappy hits that…omg…my balls are just hanging out there….oh no no no…..this is not good. try to move dummy….escape….run…..hide…..get the hell out of here……
SMACK! SMACK! on my left thigh SMACK! SMACK!! on my right thigh
OK ok…..don't move….just don't hit my balls….that was too close….ok…no wiggling, I understand. catch your breath…..
SMACK!!!
Oh that one hurt, it's going to leave a mark….gasping….oh princess, I'm sorry...
SMACK!!!
be a man….don't start crying….you brought this on your own self….there can't be many left to go…..push your head into the pillow….don't let her see you cry…..oh dear me…..ohhhhhhhhhhh!
SMACK!
how many was that? a dozen? more than a dozen?….that has to be all of it…..let me up…I'm sorry, ok? Just tell her, she's the maid…..but no, you can't speak to her can you? is she counting?
SMACK CRACK!!!
Oh such a baby you are….ok….sob into the pillow….this will be over soon….don't let the maid see you crying like this, oh this is so embarrassing…..so humiliating….damn that leather hurts. what the hell was I thinking when I bought it?
CRACK! SMACK!! back on the top of the thighs CRACK! CRACK! Hard full swing strokes on a bottom that is already beet red.
Consuella is taking her job very seriously….just as she has for the Mrs and little Miss Julie all these years. This man who had never taken time to know her, well, he'd remember her now, wouldn't he?
SMACK!
She so enjoyed as he gasped for breath….sobbing into the pillow like the little boy he had been acting like over the years. She was so pleased that Miss Julie had given her this power over this weak little man. She drew the thick leather high and brought it down across his already swollen butt……
SMACK!
oh the sound of leather on bare flesh just sent chills through her. She felt a dampness in her panties. This turned her on to beat a big important man like this…..well…..who was in control now, big man?
SMACK SMACK SMACK!
The last one just touched his exposed man bits…..oh look at how he is shaking and twisting….no no….stay put….take the kiss of the leather little man.
SMACK
This has to end soon, the pain….oh my balls….endure. oh I can't take it...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
don't move like that little man…..be brave…..ha ha ha….. take it like my brother Juan would take the leather...
SMACK SMACK...
no, you are not brave like him. you are weak and Miss Julie told me to beat you hard…SMACK SMACK SMACK…...I think Miss Julie will be happy with me. Oh little man, where did that little dicklette go? disappear? shrank away. ha ha ha!
SMACK
can't take a little pain, big man?
SMACK SMACK
OK…..take it…..just lay here and take it….you got me…..oh the pain…..make it stop, please please…..oh Princess….please help me. Why doesn't she say anything….
SMACK SMACK SMACK
oh, I like this leather. It's warming up as it beats his bottom. I love leather. The smell of it…..oh this is nice...
SMACK...
ha, he has stopped squirming….now the real whipping can start.
CRACK CRACK
This leather really leaves a nice red welt…..almost like I'm painting his bottom with fire engine red paint from Home Depot….oh what shade would this be?
CRACK CRACK
Ha ha…..little man….are you sorry yet.
CRACK CRACK
You will be...
SMACK
Oh let this be over….I promise, I pray, I promise I'll be good, please Princess. I promise I'll do whatever you say, I swear it……
SMACK SMACK
My goodness his bottom is looking so red and purple here and there…..with those dusty white spots. Oh have I hit you too hard, little man?
SMACK SMACK...
no, not nearly done yet are we??
SMACK
Miss Julie wants you beaten, broken... a lesson to learn.
SMACK SMACK
it looks like your bottom is learning a lesson.
SMACK
maybe close to enough. I think a final 10 right across your sit spot might be a good way to finish this….
SMACK SMACK SMACK
My mind registers the leather striking my swollen flesh…..has she gotten blood, it feels like she has, the leather is like an animal tearing at my flesh. Oh will this ever end? The pillow is wet with my tears and snot….I am so ashamed to have allowed this….why oh why…..please let it end.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Be firm….you are doing your job. Miss Julie said to enjoy myself and this is a joy…oh yes….thank you, Miss Julie….this is amazing to hurt this little man like this. I feel so powerful, so much in control….proud to do my very best for you, Julie.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
there little man….let that teach you a good lesson now and for the next couple of days. Oh you are going to be so sore. Ha! as if I care…..
SMACCCCCKKKKKKKKK!
Consuella tossed the leather down across his bare back….takes the money from the side table and turns to leave the room. She has not yet spoken a word to the broken little man on the bed….she still feels a contempt for his attitude but perhaps this will teach him a good first lesson. Miss Julie did mention they would talk about a follow up next week. She was going to write to Julie, but before she did, Consuella felt a need to take a little break. She knew the vibrator had fresh batteries but didn't think it would take much to send her over the edge. This beating had her heart racing and she would remember his screams and sobbing forever. Oh such a rush.
Tap….Tap…..Tap…….she left the door open…..he heard her walk slowly down the hallway
Those heels on the hardwood floors….I'll remember that for a long time. Oh princess….I don't know how long it took for me to pull myself together. I was a mess. Yes, I cried. Yes, I think I must have screamed into the pillow a few times…..that leather was evil. Oh the burn. The pillow case needs to be washed. I was able to untie the scarf with my teeth and then get out of the belt but when I sat up on the edge of the bed it was pure agony to have any pressure on my inflamed swollen bottom and my thighs…oh my god…I'll never forget that strapping. Oh please princess….how can daddy make this all right for you?
Now I have to worry about seeing your mother this evening…..oh damn…..and Consuella is still here. Oh lord….no, I don't want to see her. I'm going to my library and locking the door. She is off on Fridays. What on earth will I do when she is back on Monday. Oh the shame of having the maid punish me like this.
I've got to go and put away that leather….I don't suppose you'd allow me to burn it but that was a good thought earlier…..and clean up the bedroom.
Let's move ahead from here, Princess…..please? I promise to be a better man that you can be proud of.
HUGS
DADDY
Letter 12
From: JulieTo: daddy
Oh daddy! How you do carry on! It was just a little spanking from Consuella. She gave me a full report and it was not nearly as bad as you indicate. What a lot of crocodile tears, daddy! You are such a baby. I'm almost ashamed of you. Connie says her little brother takes a harder spanking than you do and doesn't carry on so.
And as to that report Connie sent me... DADDY! Who told you to spread your legs and show her your private parts???? She even said you were leaking precum for goodness sake! If you think your discipline sessions are so sexy, I'll clearly have to ask Consuella to step it up a notch. Expect a harder spanking from her next Thursday, daddy, followed by chores.
Also, I don't want you hard during Connie's spankings. I'll ask her to reach between your legs and check if you are hard before the next one, and if you are it will be a pair of rubber gloves and a big glob of KY Jelly that she'll rub into your penis and make you spurt before the spanking. You really need to learn a lesson daddy, and I think it will sink in better if you are not so, well, excited by Connie while she teaches it to you.
Consuella says Mom's DAR meeting isn't every Thursday. But I would like her out of the house to give Connie time to teach you a lesson. She says there's a new spa that opened up? Why don't you give Mom a gift of Spa visits that will keep her out of the house for the next month on Thursdays. Oh, and buy a day at the spa for Connie as well that she can use on her day off.
And another thing I was very disappointed about in your reply. What was it that I asked you to think about during your punishment? What was it I asked you to focus on as you were getting your little spanking from Consuella? Go back and re-read my email and then write me back and tell me what you were supposed to be thinking about.
Oh, and did you read my blog post about the Ginger Root? Let's make sure Connie has plenty of Ginger Root in the house for next Thursday's whipping and chores.
You will learn daddy, even if I have to get Connie to punish you every week for the next year.
Julie
Letter 13
From: daddyTo: julie
Hi Princess....
Just a quick note for my most favorite daughter, dearest Princess. I'm really doing a much better job to show your Mother and dear sweet Consuella just how much I respect them both as women and as individuals. That is the one nagging question that I think I forgot to tell you about last week.
I was in such pain following that hellacious beating with that belt that I may have forgotten to tell you just how that session taught me such a good lesson about respect, Princess. I'm learning, honestly I am, honey. I signed your mother up for the new day spa at the country club. That was such a good idea on your part and I even made an appointment for Consuella and I won't dock her time for when she is getting her nails done or whatever. It's all on me, Princess. Your good, most respectful Daddy..
So....really no need for a visit tomorrow? yes? Oh please, Princess. Well, perhaps a little spanking reminder might be a good thing to help keep me on the straight path towards treating your Mother and all Ladies better....ok ok....OK! But please, please promise your Daddy that she won't use my belt again. Damn that thing was wicked bad in her hands. I can't take that belt again, dearest daughter. Please please, I'm begging you, tell her not to use my belt again. You are such a good daughter. You mean so much to me.
HUGS
Daddy
Letter 14
From: ConsuellaTo: Julie
Good morning, Miss Julie
My goodness sakes if I had not seen this with my own eyes or heard with my own ears I would not believe the difference in your Daddy when I reported for work on Monday. It's like he is a totally changed man, girl friend. He is smiling and saying nice hellos and even heard him say a "Yes, Ma'am" or two when he and the Mrs were chatting over coffee.
He refilled her coffee for her too. Oh, there were flowers on the breakfast room table and then the first major shock of my day….there was a flower arrangement in my day room, Miss Julie. The card was from him and it was hand written. It said "Thank you for your years of good service. Daddy"
When I came back into the kitchen he turned, smiled and said "Good morning, Consuella. Please let me know if there is anything you need help with today". The funny thing is that when he turned he sort of made this "ouchie" face and seemed to be sitting very lightly. I think his butt is still hurting him. Well it serves him right, doesn't it?
It seems that he and the Mrs were talking about the new day spa at the country club. There were a couple of brochures on the table. I had gone to cut some fresh fruit for them. When I came back with the plate he stated. "Consuella, do you think that Wednesday or Thursday would be a better day for you to take a couple of hours off to visit the spa. I'm going to sign Mom up for a Thursday full day experience and I'd like to have you enjoy a relaxing few hours once a week as well"
"Well, sir, I think that my Thursdays are usually very busy" I said with a smile that seemed to cause him a bit of concern. Men are just so easy to toy with, aren't they?
He seemed to clear his throat as if it had just gone dry. "Yes, I see. Well then Wednesdays it shall be. You've been a great help here for years and you deserve respect and some pampering too." Oh, Miss Julie, I think it was killing him to say these things but he was so smooth and gracious.
So does this mean that I have to go easy on him on Thursday? I don't think so! I'm sure that you'll agree that even if he has started to make some positive changes that he has years and years of poor treatment and evil bad male thoughts to atone for.
Did he really make those comments about your bum hole and spread open pussy when he was spanking you? It just makes me so mad to know he even touched you when you were so open and vulnerable. Was it just a brush against your nether lips or did he probe inside with one of his thick fingers or rub around your clitty and take advantage of you when he beat you? I'll make him pay, Miss Julie. I've got my leather strap out in the car now and I'll get it inside the house today. I had my brother oil it over the weekend so it is very subtle and ready for a good workout on Thursday morning.
What are your instructions on the severity this week? You were correct that I may have been a bit difficult with his tender bottom last week. But it looks like it did get his attention, Miss Julie.
As for some of your other ideas, I do have a funny story to tell you. Last Halloween he brought in a very cute French maid's outfit that he purchased at the local costume shop. Very upscale fancy outfit, oh Yes! I thought it was a joke but I think he was serious about wanting me to wear that short skirt, petty coats, stockings and skimpy black panties that simply were a vulgar male fantasy instead of a real working uniform. Well, I just stored it in the closet. I never considered wearing it. When he asked about it I told him I gave it to Goodwill. He got a little mad but even back then didn't want to make a scene in front of your Mother. I think I can use parts of it, even if they might be a bit tight on him, for a cute outfit for him to wear as he helps me with the housework on Thursday. I may not have it ready for this week but certainly for next week, Miss Julie. He will look so cute. I think that a good dose of humiliation will help with his lesson on respecting women.
I do have one question, Miss Julie, as I don't fully trust this new changed Daddy of yours. I think that he will try some of his "money solves everything" type of moves. What should I do if he tries to offer gifts or extra cash for me to not whip him on Thursday? You've already set up the $50 tip which I do thank you for doing. But what if he tries to buy his way out of a blistered bottom? Go harder? Maybe give him a stroke per dollar he offers? Oh oh, I think I'm getting a bit damp already thinking about his ordeal for this week.
So many things to get ready for Thursday. This is going to be a very special week. I've got more confidence to follow your instructions firmly. Together we will teach this old dog some new tricks!
Enjoy
Connie
Letter 15
From: JulieTo: Consuella
Hi Connie!
See? It's working! Yeah! Thank you.
daddy begged not to get the belt today, so I agreed. So please use your strap instead. And I think last week's spanking was about the right intensity for him, give or take. It still needs to be a punishment. You know he gets turned on by spanky spanky things, so we have to get him past that. One thought I had was if he is hard when you get there, you could use a pair of rubber gloves and some KY on him beforehand. Make him mess the bed. Then give him his whipping while he's lying in his own little cum-puddle. Maybe put his face into it, like a bad puppy! For his chores afterwards you can have him do the bedding.
He just brushed past my ass and pussy, but it was very inappropriate! Why don't you remind him of that, except give his balls are hard squeeze instead of a light brush. Ha Ha!
I love the idea of the costume. Very appropriate for him to get that given back to him as your "gift" to him! We can save that for next week!
Oh, and as for any bribes he offers. You just tell me how much he offers you. Give him his whipping anyways, and then report it to me. I will make him pay you, and have you give him a whipping for every dollar also.
Thanks again, Connie!
Julie
Letter 16
From: JulieTo: daddy
Fine daddy. I told Consuella not to use the belt on you today. But you are still getting a spanking, and she might be giving you chores afterwards. You do what she says, daddy. You are not done being punished by me yet!
Letter 17
From: daddyTo: Julie
Thank you, Princess. Daddy didn't sleep well last night thinking about everything that has happened lately and what you had talked with Consuella about today's session. I am so very pleased that you can see that I'm trying hard to learn to respect you, your mother, Consuella and well, just women in general. Thank you for telling her not to use my belt again....I know that I can take a spanking and not turn into a little cry baby. Last week was so embarrassing I had a few close calls with your mother until the major marks went away. Well, actually there are still 3 slight dull brown marks on my side where the tip of the belt wrapped around my butt. I'll make you proud today, princess.
I'm sure that a few chores will be fine. I've been making coffee first thing in the morning before Consuella arrives and even put a few dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
I do have a meeting at the bank this afternoon. Is the Z running well? Don't forget the oil changes. Just let me know if we need to book an appointment at the dealership for you. See, Daddy is thinking about you all the time, Princess.
Got to run now...it's coffee time here.
Have a wonderful day. Your Daddy is so proud of you.
HUGS
Daddy
Letter 18
From: ConsuellaTo: Julie
Oh, Ms Julie.....I am still laughing even now so many hours after your Daddy's Thursday whipping. What a fun and exciting time I had turning his butt beet red to match his embarrassed face several times this morning. I wish I had more time right now but will send a full report in the morning, I promise. You won't believe how surprised your Daddy was several times this morning. He is just so precious when he isn't in control. And the howls he was making when my strap was painting his ass bright red.
Off to take a long hot steamy shower
Connie
Letter 19
From: ConsuellaTo: Julie
Good morning, Ms Julie
I hope you had a very fine evening. I certainly did enjoy a long hot steamy shower after my most interesting day following up with your Daddy. One of the best aspects of punishing your Daddy is how excited it gets me, Ms Julie. I seem to tingle everywhere and am very sensitive in so many places. I've cum several times just thinking about our Thursday session and what I did to your Daddy. Oh goodness, I think I need to go find a man this weekend. A real man to make this Latino Lady feel ever so good. See what You have caused, Ms Julie? Thank you so very much. But, on with my report.
I can't guarantee but I do think Daddy is on the path to showing us some true respectful behavior because he now knows what a good punishment strapping is going to cost his sorry little white bare bottom. No more fun and games, no more hard cocklette thoughts of spanky spanky games...just a burning blistered bottom followed up with humiliating chores for Mr High and formerly Mighty Big Businessman. I laughed and laughed at him all day long.
He was the picture of respectfulness in the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Doing this and that for the Mrs as she was getting ready to go to the spa for the day. She was so excited. That was such a good idea of yours to have him buy her these weekly visits. I am looking forward to mine as well. Daddy was all smiles but I did note a bit of nervousness especially when I looked in the fridge for that ginger root.
Casually I had that gnarled root in my hand as I came over to check their coffee....and said "Would ginger chicken sound good for dinner tonight?" I waved that root in front of him and you should have seen him squirm. By the way, does he have your permission to read your blog. I know for a fact from this reactions that he read about the ginger root plug. "This fresh root will be really good and spicy, don't you think?" I smiled at how uncomfortable Daddy appeared. If only he knew what You had in store for him. Showing him early certainly played on his naughty mind.
Your mother got all fixed up and left for her spa day. I heard Daddy take a shower and I was thinking he was getting their bedroom ready for his 10 AM spanking. I couldn't wait. I carved up a good sized juicy ginger plug following the directions you wrote about on your blog and put it in a plastic baggie. I did wear my yellow kitchen gloves so as to not burn my own fingers and then put the gloves in my uniform pocket. I took the heavy leather strap out of my bag and walked slowly towards Daddy's room. My heels clicked on the wood floor as I walked down the hall. You told me he mentioned listening to the heels getting closer and closer last time. Well, I let the anticipation grow in his silly boy mind.
Entering the bedroom I saw a perfect picture of a naughty boy about to get a spanking. He was naked and quietly laying out on the big master bed but Julie, he did not have the bolster under him like last week. Ha ha, I wonder why not? I'll wager that he didn't want his little pee pee in the way like last time.
Also, he had not bound up his own legs as he had been instructed last time. The heavy spanking belt was in his closet as he had made that little deal with you not to use it. Of course, I was going to use my own thick leather strap instead. There was money on the side table and oddly, his wallet right next to the $50 was open and a $100 bill was about half way out of his wallet. Oh what is Daddy thinking? Perhaps a tip for a good spanking? I smiled at your naughty Daddy. He thinks that money can fix anything. Well, it will not keep me from blistering his ass, Ms Julie.
I didn't want to say a word, just like last week. I ran my hand from his heel up to his bottom and felt him shiver and squirm just a bit. I inspected his bottom and could smell the fresh soap scents from his shower. Putting on the yellow gloves, I took the ginger root and first put it in front of his nose for him to smell the spicy ginger. He started to protest but I just gave him a "shhhhhh" and put my hand in the middle of his back to steady his squirming. When he calmed down I spread his cheeks and with just a little difficulty got it deep inside him with that little nub sticking out. Oh what a fun sight to behold.
Then I took my time to find a couple of belts to bind his ankles and also around this thighs like that picture that lill jo drew for you. Such a good idea so as to keep Daddy right where I wanted him. I also tied his hands to the headboard. By the time I was done he was squirming around having some real problems with the ginger burning inside his butt.
Then for the best part. I showed him my wide leather strap. Oh, Ms Julie, his eyes got so big. He started saying all sorts of things....promises of good behavior, promises to respect each and every woman on the planet, a little talk about a promise not to use the belt, all sorts of gibberish including the offer to pay another $50 and then finally he mentioned another $100 bill that was right there. I think that might have been a mistake on his part, don't you?
One last thing to check before I started his whipping. I rolled him over on the bed and you'll never guess what disrespectful behavior his little dicklette was showing all hard and throbbing, just dripping with precum, Ms Julie. I knew how you wanted me to take care of it. I had forgotten the KY you mentioned so I went in the bathroom and got a squirt of liquid soap on my yellow glove. He was actually in tears when I returned. His eyes were pleading with me to not do this but I just smiled and let the soap drip down over his little sausage. It was twitching. This is when I first started to laugh out loud at him. It would not be the last time yesterday.
I started to slowly stroke him but was careful not to be too rough and too quick. His tone changed almost immediately and his cries and pleading started to increase. That's odd I thought. Then he started hollering about the burning. Oh, Julie, I had forgotten that I was wearing these gloves when I peeled the ginger root. They must be covered in ginger juices. Oh the poor boy. It didn't take very many strokes and I knew he was very close. I pulled my hand off as I felt him build up so as to ruin his cumming. He had quite a good gooey load as if he may not have cum in a week or more. Well it went all over his tummy. I rubbed it around and even rubbed some on his face but was careful not to get any near his eyes what with the ginger on my gloves. I'm strict but not cruel, Julie.
I rolled him back over on his tummy and picked up my strap. It feels so good in my hand. Very well balanced and heavy with the oils that my brother uses to keep the leather soft.
SMACKKKKKK!!! The first one always sets the tone for the whole session. This one landed right on his sit spot which I wanted to concentrate on today. A nice 2" wide band of red seemed to magically appear across both lily white cheeks. Oh this was going to be fun.
SMACKKKKK SMACKKK SMACKKKKK I wanted to let him know right off the beginning that I was here to punish him for his disrespectful behavior.
SPANK SMACKKKK He was wiggling his bottom around in such a fun way with that ginger root sticking out of his bumhole. I wonder if he was thinking about your bumhole or mine right now? I think NOT! SMACK SMACK SMACKKKKKK The thought of him brushing his hand across your pouty wet pussy lips just made me mad and the leather seemed to leap down and attack his cheeks. I was working hard for you, Ms Julie.
Last week he had pushed his face down into the pillows to muffle his screams. This time I didn't put a pillow out for his face. His pleading and begging and moans actually was a turn on to keep me hitting him good and hard. You said to punish him....I did, Ms Julie.
But about 3 minutes into the session I really had grown tired of his loud screaming, moaning and begging. Well, his begging was actually inspiring. SMACK! SMACK!!! I was wanting to finish up with him a bit quieter so I decided to gag him. You'd mentioned that in your blog. But what to use. I decided to pull down my panties that were just a little bit soaked as beating him had gotten me very juicy. I blush at that thought but I think you understand how exciting it is to beat a man....especially a deserving naughty Daddy! I pushed my wet panties into his mouth. Oh good, that was better....now to finish off this phase of his whipping.
The leather worked down to about the middle of his thighs and back up….left side and right side. This spanker is easier to control than his belt. Not as many "bites" into his flanks as last week. Oh he blisters so easily, Julie. He was sobbing through the panties. Just as last week he finally stopped all his squirming and accepted his fate. I gave him a few more smacks for good measure. He certainly was learning a good lesson in respect, Miss Julie.
But then I needed some relief. So I untied his hands and twisted him around until his head was on the edge of the bed. You said to use him, yes? So, that's exactly what I did. I pulled off my uniform skirt and sat my juicy wet bottom right down on his face.
It took me a few minutes to calm down. Then I undid the restraining belts and stood him up. I grabbed him by the ear and tugged him towards the bathroom. I wanted to clean him up but also we had his first chore which was to wash my panties I'd used for a gag.
I still had not said a word to him. He was saying he had learned his lessons and that he would do anything to not have me do this again. I just put my finger to my lips and hushed him up. He hung his head down in shame.
In the bathroom I stood him in front of sink and started the water. I took some soap and a wash cloth to clean up his sticky messy face. I also took pity on his squirming blistered bottom and removed the ginger root. Just as you found with david it was not all the messy but still, I flushed it down the toilet. He actually said "thank you, Consuella". Maybe there is hope for Daddy?
Then I handed him my panties and got him to understand that he needed to wash them. I placed the leather strap on the bathroom counter and left him to his chore. I took that time to go find him a nice pair of your mother's panties to wear while we did more cleaning chores.
When I returned with a nice lacey pair of her panties, I could not believe it. His little pee pee was all hard again. Will Daddy not learn to control himself in front of me. Oh such disrespect! I grabbed the strap and bent him over the bathroom sink.
SMACK SMACK SMACK…..I laid them on good and firm right on top of the other tender marks…..he howled and squirmed. SMACK SMACK SMACK Daddy, you bad boy! I stood him up and turned him around and slapped his cock with my open hand. CRACK Bad boy! It was dripping again, Juile. Well, I turned him to face the toilet. I put his hand on his cock and jerked a couple of times until he understood what he was to do. He was crying again. I stepped back to watch him humiliate himself in front of me. I had the strap to threaten him into action. This time it took a bit longer but he soon spurted into the toilet. I laughed at him and his sad little dicklette.
The rest of the day was a series of nice chores with him dressed in just your mother's pretty pink lace panties. We washed the sheets from the bed that his drippy precum had messed up. We did the floors. Oh it was such fun. I only had to add a few more licks with the strap when he slowed down a little. I got him into the shower well ahead of your mother getting home from the spa.
Now it's up to him to not get caught with a blistered bottom over the weekend. I do hope this helps teach him the lesson about being respectful, Ms Julie.
Well, I need to get dressed and go clubbing tonight. Oh I do have needs too!
Connie
Letter 20
From: JulieTo: Consuella
Hi Connie!
I'm sure daddy practically peed himself when he saw you with that strap! Well, we did only promise we wouldn't use the belt...
Poor daddy with his gingered tip and bumhole! I'm quite sure that will be a lesson he won't want repeated any time soon. But it is disgusting for him to be so excited about his whippings. You handled it well.
I think daddy is sulking because he has not yet written me back yet. But it's a good thing, as I am looking forward to learning what you did to him next before hearing from him.
Oh, and good news, Consuella, looks like daddy will be needing to give you an extra $150 next week for his bribing ways. I will tell him to put out the regular $50 and an extra $150 he tried to bribe you with next week, and then he'll get 150 extra strokes as well, all bought and paid for. Is your arm up for it?
Julie
Letter 21
From: daddyTo: Julie
Dearest most beautiful and powerful daughter how are you this very fine morning? Did the floral arrangement arrive yesterday? I hope you enjoyed them….I tried my very best to remember your most favorite flowers and had the florist send those to my dearest daughter. Please accept them as a nice little gift, yes, but also as a way of my appreciation for how you and dear Consuella are doing your best to help me overcome a lifetime of poor behaviors. I am seeing how determined you both are to teach me this most valuable lesson about respecting women. Oh how could I not have seen this before, dear Princess?
I am fully aware now that I must change my whole attitude. How might you suggest that I do to show you and Consuella that I want to change and that I am changing, Princess? Because I honestly don't wish to go through another Thursday like you set into motion this week. I have never felt such pain in so many ways. I beg you, Princess, please work with me on this….please please please, oh dear me, Princess your Daddy is imploring you to at least discuss this like two adults, dear Lady.
I know you want a report and I know it's late in being written. I am trying hard to follow your instructions. I'll do better on the reports. Thursday was a blur, a painful blur, that I would like to forget but that pain is burned into my brain and I shall never forget it. No never. Even today it is very painful to sit comfortably. Your mother has given me several strange looks but I am telling her that I hurt my back playing golf the other day. She has recommended a nice massage with the staff at the spa. Oh she does like the treatment she is getting there & does expect to keep the regular Thursday appointment I set up at your request. I am happy she is happy.
I want to make you happy too, Princess. I want to make Consuella happy as well….what can I do for her? Please help me on this as she doesn't say a word to me. She laughs. Oh does she laugh at your Daddy and his sad humiliations that she is doing here, Princess. I can't get the sound of her laughing out of my mind. Please, you speak Spanish. Find out what I can do for her, please. oh yes, Please dear daughter. I signed her up for the spa and am even giving her paid time off to go be pampered. What can I do to not have her use that horrible leather strap on my ass? God almighty that is a barbaric piece of cowhide.
I was in such a good mood on Thursday morning because I was really trying this week to learn and show you and Consuella of my renewed respect for women. I am making coffee and making sure your Mother's coffee is fresh. We were at the table having our coffee when Consuella brought a full ginger root and waved it around right in front of my face. Oh dear Lord, just like your blog entry. You did give me permission to read it, yes? My mind shot into overdrive as it looked like you two planned on using one of those spicy burning buds on my ass at 10. My morning was done, my mind spinning. I knew right then and there that my actions had fallen short. So I made ready everything else just to your plan, Princess.
After a good cleaning shower, I was naked and on the bed before 10 as directed. No bolster this week as that was a big BIG mistake last week. I never knew how exposed that made me and yes that belt did make contact with terribly painful results. My mind was spinning to be sure that belt was way back in my closet this week. Plus you had promised that Consuella would not use it. How stupid of me to think this would be just a little hand spanking. That tawse of hers was so much worse and she beat me with it until I was sobbing and begging her to stop hurting me so bad.
I heard her heels on the floor way down the hallway. My heart raced. I had hoped for fair treatment. I didn't have to wait long to find out how wrong I was this week. Her heels got closer and closer. I felt her in the room. She didn't close the door this week. She touched my heel with a jolt of electricity that sparked through my whole body. As she traced her finger up my leg to my bare bottom I could not help but shiver with a dreadful anticipation, Princess.
Consuella does play mind games with me. I shiver now to remember that she pushed that peeled ginger root right under my nose. Oh damn, a sweet fragrance but spicy. It was a shock that it was happening. Oh no….oh this is not good. She pulled my cheeks wide open and without a word slipped that pungent ginger inside me. It hurt a little. I mean there hasn't been anything up there like that before and it didn't burn right away but that didn't last long. Soon the burn started….and built.
I had forgotten to bind my ankles. She took care of that as well as binding my hands to the headboard again. She has a light touch and her perfume this week was very exotic. How could I not get a little excited by her touch, the excitement of the situation, that mild burning now building in my butt. So when she flipped me over…..yes, I was a bit hard. It's a common male reaction Princess, not a show of disrespect, honest. I was so embarrassed. She had those kitchen gloves on, I remember seeing yellow. I think I shall always get a cold shiver when I see those again. Damn they were cold. She jerked me off. I suppose that a honest male response is against the rules? Your rules, honey or just hers? It felt oddly exciting but the gloves were cold and then the burn started. I tried to tell her the ginger juice but my words may have gotten garbled as the pain grew along with the need to spurt. Oh that was so humiliating to spurt like that. Then she smeared that gooey stuff all over me and my face. So damn shameful. And she laughed.
Then the strapping. She showed it to me first. It looked bad, dark brown, wide…heavy. I knew I was so stupid to think I'd earned any mercy at her hands. I was correct. My gosh that leather burned my butt. I tried to be stoic, to not cry, to not beg her to stop but like a 12 year old over a nanny's firm lap, my disciplinarian took no pity on your poor Daddy's butt. Damn what a mess I made of things. Tears and snot on the bed covers along with my dried cum stains. She just kept on beating me. She was relentless. I tried to call out and halt the proceedings. I tried to beg her…I don't even know what I said but at some point during the ordeal she stopped and of all the damn things she stuffed her warm wet panties in my mouth.
I gave into her discipline but she didn't stop until it felt like I was bleeding. I was totally beaten. I give up, Princess. What can I do to prove that I'm a changed man? Please, what can I do to not get the same beating next week?
But it didn't stop there. She is a fiery Latino, you know. She must have really gotten excited to beat me because all of a sudden she untied my hands, pulled her dirty panties out of my mouth and twisted me around and turned me over so that my head was off the edge of the bed. Tears clouded my eyes but I could see and then smell and then, oh my god, she squatted down on my face and rubbed her wet pussy and ass all over me. I tried to gasp in a breath but she held my face firmly until I started to lick what I could. She was so wet, so hot….I pressed my mouth into whatever she presented. Thankfully she allowed me a breath now and then. I must admit that she tasted like sweet honey, Princess. I kept on licking and sucking until I felt her thighs tighten on my face holding me against her with my tongue hard on her hot button. Then I almost drowned in a flow of her cum that I shall never forget. Oh my gosh, I've read about females that cum strongly but never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever experience it myself. She let me breath and drink and suck and lick her as clean as best I could. I felt so used, Princess.
Then she put her uniform back on, and like a very naughty child she stood me up and grabbed my ear. She tugged me with my blistered ass into the bathroom.
She still had not said a word. She did tenderly wash my tear stained, cum soaked face with a wash cloth first as well as pulling the ginger out of my tender butt hole. An ordeal over but more to come, more humiliating and embarrassing, Princess.
I could tell she wanted me to wash her panties. So I got busy to follow her instructions. With thoughts of her hot pussy rubbing my nose and being flooded in her hot cum. Oh damn, what can a man say. Yes, by the time she returned with, oh my gosh, she had a pair of your mother's frilly panties in her hand. Why did she have those? My mind was whirling but she seemed upset that I had gotten hard again. She slapped SMACK my cock, damn that stung. And then, I can hardly tell you this, she made me jerk off into the toilet. This had to be the most humiliating moment in my life, Princess. She stood back with that evil leather in her hand and watched me rub myself until I was on the edge, then she smacked my hand off my throbbing cock to ruin it all for me. No great spurt, just finally a little white spunk dribbled into the cold water of the toilet along with that dirty ginger root floating there.
Then she handed me my own toothbrush and made me clean the toilet with it. I am going to burn that toothbrush, Princess. Consuella just laughed more and more the rest of the day as she had me help her wash and clean around your home. Oh, she had me dressed in just your mother's pretty pink lace panties that I bought last Christmas. Oh the shame of it all.
My butt and thighs burning from the strapping and my face burning from the shame of humiliation. I felt very low. I still do as I write this to you.
I do respect women. I must change my everyday thoughts to show and prove that. Please dearest daughter help me learn. Let me worship you and your spirit, Princess. Please accept this heart felt apology going all the way back to that night in the shop with you bent over the sawhorse. I never should have spanked you nor humiliated you as you were bent over, wide open, your pretty pink pouty pussy and ass displayed in such an unladylike way. Oh you were so beautiful, no, I mean you still are, it's just that the dreams or now nightmares about that night are still so real. What should I have done, dearest? It haunts me even more today as my blistered ass is paying the price for that behavior. Do you want your Daddy to kiss your ass and apologize….I am in the only way I can until you visit. Is that how you want Consuella to use your Daddy? I accept your punishments. I want to change. I want to be your Daddy.
HUGS
DADDY
I may be (barely) old enough to be your mother, but I know that my own mother used to take my father into the attic and give him a sound dose of her rattan cane once in a while...
ReplyDeleteAs for Consuela - well, we did have a Honduran housekeeper a few years ago - and, yes, she was aware of the way I deal with L's misdemeanors... and I even authorized her to order L. to help with the housework (and to spank or flog him if he didn't comply!
J(2)
That's exciting! Did you get to spank your daddy at all? Did the maid actually spank your husband?
DeleteNo, I was never involved in my mother's disciplinary activities - and even though she was almost certainly aware that B. and I could overhear what was going on in the attic, she never mentioned it (nor did my father, of course!). Still, we grew up with the understanding that it was normal for her to rule the roost - and for him to be punished if he misbehaved. The rattan cane (which B. has 'inherited') was reserved for my dad, but the martinet was mostly applied to us...
DeleteAs for our Latina housekeeper - well, of course, she quickly understood that "la señora" was in charge - and made the rules! And once she made sure that I meant what I said, she quickly learned how to use the kitchen spoon and the martinet -after seeking my approval, at first... and then, later, at her own discretion (yet, not all that often, as L. tried his best to help with the chores in such a way as to avoid such 'consequences')
J(2)
How wonderful. A true-to-life version of this fantasy! I need to find a maid like that!
DeleteI hope you do! The way it happened with us was that, on a number of occasions, she overheard my spanking L. in our bedroom (behind closed doors, of course!) and once or twice saw him emerge, teary-eyed, from the bedroom. When I (later) briefed her about how he needed to be kept in line, she was all smiles... The rest was easy!
DeleteJ(2)
Ah, Marina!... I remember her well! My wife hired her shortly after we were married, and she promptly figured out who was the 'boss' in our household! In fact, she once made it clear to me when she met me as I was exiting the bedroom after getting my rump severely paddled, and she whispered with a half-smile: "Oooh! La señora was really mad at you, no?"
DeleteBut I mostly remember her because (except for my sister-in-law, of course) she was the first woman to spank me after I married J. There had been a few - including J. herself - in the course of my first marriage to N. - and there have been a few others after Marina left, but I have a rather fond memory of the dozen or so occasions when she applied the wooden spoon or the martinet (not too harshly!) on my exposed derrière...
L.
Well, it seems obvious this story can't end till maid, daughter and wife all take regularly scheduled turns strapping, strap-oning and queening this poor man. Wonder how the wife will be brought into the disciplinary circle? Will he survive?
ReplyDeleteYes! What a poor, poor fellow!
DeleteYes, I can't see how the wife can not find out about this at some point in time. Will she join in or flee to the lawyer's office? Mom appears to be the innocent pampered house wife but I wonder if she knows more than has come to light so far.
ReplyDeleteMost interesting story, Ms Julie. Thank you for sharing your fantasy with us all. Trippit
You might be right. Coincidentally, my pen-pal has been hinting that I should take it there as well, but who's the bitch in this writing relationship, me or him? That's right, HE is, so that's why I'm holding off on that.
Deleteiam sure daddy would be embrassed if you or his daugther actually tell his own male friends how he get spanked by his own daugther and housemaid too
ReplyDeletemaybe you the daugther or other female can help give daddy friends own daugther or niece an idea how to punish them be even cool if daddy and his friends all get spankings at same time from their own daughter or housemaid
Mik
madison ohio
age 41
Lots of good ideas there! Thank you!
DeleteMiss Julie,
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to write and tell you that you and your penpal did a great job with this post. While I can't wrap my mind around the father/daughter fantasy and I do realize it's just that, a fantasy.
But still being a father myself my mind just won't go there which is a good thing.
But as far as the rest of the post there were so many things that hit so close to home for me emotionally. For instance having your spanking desires discovered. And then getting that first real spanking that you desired for so long. Once you get your butt truly roasted you realize it's nothing like you fantasized it would be. And then realizing you've opened that door for more hard spankings to follow. And also the forced panty wearing and the humiliation that goes with that.
Anyway I just wanted to let you know reading this brought out all of those emotions in me in so many ways. And also that you both did a great job in your writings expressing those emotions. And then the illustrations were just icing on the cake. Lill jo is a very talented artist.
Again great job in your story telling. I think you should win some kind of reward for this piece because of how accurately your writings express how these things really feel.
bob S.