Thursday, August 27

Husband Severely Switched by Trainer

My husband got himself severely switched by his trainer the other day. This is what led up to it.

We had just spent a week of pseudo-vacation at the summer cabin. There were lots of other people around and so we could not play much. But I did take him into the woods on the last day, just he and I, for a little "walk".


When we were some ways off the dirt road into the forest I made him strip bare naked. I'm totally dressed with my hiking shoes, jeans, T-shirt, and he is totally bare as a little bunny. He was very nervous to be doing this for fear of discovery. I stood there just watching him as he squirmed, saying nothing. My arms were crossed, my foot was up on a fallen tree, and my bare naked hubby had to just stand there.

I told him I thought he was looking a little fat. He had not been weighing himself as we did not have a scale at the cabin. And he had been definitely over eating and over drinking during vacation time. And he was missing his exercising. So he had obviously put on some extra fat. I told him that when we returned to the city, and he had his first exercise session with her, I would have Mags punish him for his weight gain.

I handed him a knife I had brought with me and told him to cut me five switches. I would have Mags wear out one switch on his ass for every pound he had put on while on vacation. I judged five would be enough.

He protested a little. A token protest. He said Mags would tear up his ass if given a chance like this! I agreed with him, and told him to go cut the switches, and to make them good ones or I'd switch him naked all the way back to the road.

He went rummaging through the smaller trees and saplings. He cut several off and stripped them of their twigs and leaves, any little knobs, and some of the bark. He came back (still all bare naked) and handed them to me for inspection. I swished each in the air a few times and told him they would do. Except for one which broke when I swished it. He had to go back and get me two more. One potentially for Mags, and the other for me to use. They were both adequate.

I made him pick up his clothes and shoes, and five of the switches and carry them in front of his chest. I told him to start walking, slowly, back towards the road. He had to pick his way carefully through the woods without his shoes on. As he walked I switched his legs and bum. I switched him mainly on the backs of his legs, but gave him a few to the fronts of his legs and to his cock and balls. I did not switch him very hard however, as I did not want to have to explain any marks.

When we were in sight of the road he paused. I switched his ass several times as he was stopped there and told him to keep going as we had not reached the dirt road yet. He looked at me pleadingly, but then set off on the final bit towards the road, checking furtively that nobody was around. Luckily there were no cars or random passersby. I threw the switch I had used (but definitely not used up) back into the woods and allowed him to dress by the side of the road (after he had stood both feet on the road and received his final switching to his ass - I had told him I would switch him bare right back to the road and I had meant it!).



When we got got back to the city, he weighed himself next morning. THREE pounds he had gained!!! Three pounds, three switches. I chose the three nicest switches and put them in a flower vase filled with water in the gym to keep them fresh and swishy.

I was not there during his session as I was catching up on work at the office. But I had emailed Mags my instructions. I told her he needed to be punished by her for his weight gain. She was to do his exercise session as usual, but for his between set spankings she was to use the switches. Her goal was to use up all three switches. Use them until they each broke. If they broke earlier than the end, she should use the belt. If they were not all broken by the end, she should keep switching him until all three were well used up.

david told me after that the session was excruciating. In her cruel hands the switches burned like fire across his ass. He reported that the lightest switch hurt the most, and despite how thin, whippy, and light it was, it seemed to cause a bruising pain deep into his ass along with the fiery surface pain.

She timed it well, and used the switches fiercely. By the end she was on her last switch. When normally the session would be over, she had him remove his pants and panties entirely, lie across the exercise ball, and switched him as fast and viciously as she could, telling him that she was continuing until that last switch was used up also.

She left the three used up switches down there for my inspection. I arranged them on the floor and took a photo for the blog.


The worst one was the one in the middle. Very fresh, very light, very whippy. She kept going until she had broken it in three places (it got shorter and shorter). Seeing the state of his ass, she used the others only until their first break.

She was so impressed with her work that she made david give her his phone and she took several pictures of his ass. I picked the best and emailed it to myself before deleting them from his phone.

My husband's butt after his punishment from Mags: a good old-fashioned three switch switching.


What do you think? Will he think twice before overindulging on our next vacation?
(And, by the way, don't you gals just want to strap-it-on and fuck that whipped ass until well-past the point he's begging you to stop through his ball gag? Or is that just me?)

Saturday, August 22

My Daddy Fantasies

I've mentioned it before on my blog, but I do have some "Daddy" fantasies when it comes to domming males. This post will be about some of those. If you're grossed out already, stop reading now!!

The other day I had to punish lill jo with a session of corner time. He eventually got it done. In fact, his video is playing in the corner of my screen right now. He has baggy track pants and top on (for quick cover up in case his grown daughter walks in on him). There he just pulled the bottoms down to beneath his butt revealing that he's wearing frilly pink panties visible under a short plaid schoolgirl skirt. He's pinning up the skirt. Good girl. Now the panties came down to below his butt. Cute butt. Does it look a little red in the middle? His track pants fell to his knees in the process. There, now the piece of paper is going between his nose and the wall. He put his feet together and oops! His track pants fell all the way down to his ankles! It will be more of a challenge now if his daughter were to walk in suddenly.

His hands are just out of sight in front of him. He tells me he only touched his dickette once (which is once too many!). The rest of the video is pretty much him doing his corner time for thirty full minutes in what was quite cold weather. lill jo lives in a usually warm climate that had a real cold snap. The house was quite cold, down around 2 centigrade. He's literally freezing his buns off. Ha Ha! Bonus! Well, it's warming my heart to see him being punished like this. He's still standing there, without moving a muscle, but there are tiny little tremors through his body. I have not watched the full video through yet, but I am now, looking for any movement at all. If I see any, he'll be punished some more. I'll interrupt the post when it's done.

Now, 'lill jo is a 'lill old for me. In fact, he's old enough to be my father. You would think, therefore, that I might not be turned on by his submission to me, or by the view of his bare butt. Au contraire! It plays right into that little "Daddy" fantasy I mentioned above.

lill jo, it so happens, has a grown daughter who lives with him. One of his bigger challenges in getting his corner time done was the risk of her walking in on him. He's in his study with the door closed and she never barges in through a closed door. As well, she was out of the house, and he can hear right away if she comes in. In that case, he has his baggy track suit on and can pull it right back up again right quickly! Him: "Oh, hello sweetie, I thought you were out today?" Her: "I forgot something. Why are you blushing daddy? What have you been up to?" His worst nightmare!

He recounted this fear of discovery by her to me, and that really turned my crank. I told him about my daddy fantasies and he drew a little picture for me...


That's me (as his "daughter") walking in on him during the corner time I (as his e-Mistress) assigned to him.


"Oh Daddy! What are you doing????"


Video Update: lill jo is still standing there. oops! Just saw his left butt cheek spasm a bit! Ha Ha! And he's swaying a bit side to side - nothing huge .... Oh, he's swaying more now. Exciting stuff! Nearing the end.... Video done! He started at 1:30 and the video expired at 31:35 with him still standing there and very still throughout. Very acceptable corner time.

But... as I mentioned earlier, I did not like the placement of his hands where I couldn't see them and where he could touch his penis. When I called him on this by email he said:
I have to be honest that I did touch my little dicklet at one time during corner time Ma'am.  Again, honestly, this would have been only for 2-3 seconds as I could barely reach it with a finger tip or two. I was never hard. Still very naughty I know Ma'am. I was pretty much grasping the waistband of my panties the second half in particular.
Oh dear. I don't care if it was "only" 2-3 seconds! This requires punishment.  Usually I punish lill jo by the privacy of email, but I think I'll make it a little more embarrassing by punishing him in front of all you blog readers. lill jo, for touching your penis during corner time (you KNEW that was wrong) I want you to sit down on a chair with your pants and panties down. Get a wooden ruler (or equivalent, e.g., wooden spoon) and smack the tip of your penis with it (foreskin fully retracted tightly) ten times. Make sure each smack hurts. If it does not hurt enough, repeat it. Afterwards, send me a photo of your bare lap, the ruler in frame across your thighs, you holding your penis with one hand as you did when you were smacking it. The photo will not be published (yes, I am sparing you the indignity of having to display your smacked penis to all my readers - am I not generous?). Chop chop.


But back to my daddy fantasy...

For the record, my real Daddy is a lovely man, and nothing remotely sexual or dommy has ever occurred between us. He is a bit "pussy whipped" by my Mom, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything, now does it?

This whole corner time thing and lill jo's sketch got me thinking what I would do if my daddy was like lill jo and I walked in on him in this state.

For real? I would probably spank him if he at all let me. That's right! Sue me! I would tell him not to worry. His secret is safe with me. I would confide in him that david has similar fantasies that we act out. I would ask him about whether he and Mom play together. If not, I would definitely offer to give him a spanking. He would initially refuse. I would tease him and say that a naughty little schoolgirl standing in the corner needs her bum smacked, and I would insist. He would probably be so deep in sub-space, having been caught with his panties down, and me acting un-freaked out and dommy that he would lilely do as told.

I would sit on a chair and have him stand beside me. I would make him raise his skirt above his waist. I would pull his panties all the way down to his ankles. I would see his bare penis (I have always wanted to see his penis!) Would it be hard? If so, I would touch it and tease him for being hard in front of his daughter. I would then put him across my lap and give him a hand spanking, "scolding" him for being a naughty "girl".

After that I would stand him up and give him a big hug (he would still be bare from the waist down). I would tell him that I love him a lot and that I am happy to be able to help him fulfill this litttle fantasy of his, and that it's nothing to be ashamed about, and it's all just a lot of fun, but that I know how important it is to him. I will tell him that I am very used to smacking a bare bottom as I do it to david all the time, including dressing him up like a girl, and it's no big deal at all for me.

I'll tell him it will be our little secret, and how I want to spank him at least once a month for now on.

There, that's what I would do "for real" (assuming I had the courage, and he reacted as I imagine - neither of which are likely so it would probably just be incredibly awkward with nothing ever said about it again!!).

But my fantasies go a lot further than this!!!

"Oh Daddy! What are you doing???? You have panties on, and a little skirt! And what's with the big tits, daddy? Take the top off. Oh, I see! A pretty bra and nice big silicone inserts! Ah ha ha ha!

"And what's your phone doing there. Give me that. OMG! You're video taping yourself standing in the corner like a naughty schoolgirl??? I am stopping this video and erasing it. There! I assume Mom doesn't know anything about this? Who were you going to send it to? Who? Never mind, I have your phone, I'll find out for myself.

"This is you I suppose, 'lill jo'? Oh, and you have a blog I see. No! Stand there. Keep those panties down unless you want Mom and Angela to know all about this. Oh, this is disgusting stuff, daddy. Is this what you really want, daddy? To be dressed like a sissy and get a cock in your mouth????


"And who is this 'Strict Julie'? There's a ton of emails to her. You're standing in the corner like this because she told you to? What else does she tell you to do? No, don't bother, I'll find out myself... oh, here's one, she makes you smack your own ass with a coat hanger eh? Bring me that coat hanger you use. Now daddy!

"I'll teach you a thing or two about getting a coat hanger to the ass you little pansy!


"I'm keeping this phone for the time being. I'm going to make a copy of all your emails and your disgusting blog. From now on I expect you to be a better father to me and Angela, and a better husband to Mom, or else everybody will see what a perv you are.

"For starters, you're retired now. How come Mom is still doing all the housework? Huh? Huh? From now on, you will do everything around here. And I mean everything. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, the works. If I don't hear from her in a week what a changed man you are, these are being sent around and I'll tell everybody how traumatized I was walking in on you like that. How, in fact, you probably deliberately arranged for me to walk in on you.

"And for that matter, david and I were thinking about hiring a cleaning lady. Why should we spend that kind of money. You have nothing better to do. I want you by my house once a week to do the cleaning up. I'll make sure it's a day I'm working from home. You can get all dressed up just as you like. In fact, I'm going to insist on it. And I'll keep this coat hanger to make sure you do a proper job on the cleaning up.

"I don't care if david sees you. He's my husband, I tell him everything anyways, including what's happening here today. And you know what? He's a subby slut too. You can watch each other get your spankings. In fact, I've always wanted to make him get his cock sucked by a man. He likes blow jobs, and he especially likes it when the girl takes it all in her mouth and swallows, but I don't do that for him. But you will, daddy! Once a week, every week, on cleaning days when he gets home from work. It would be such a help to me for you to be his cock sucking slut.

"Now, let's talk about Mom's sex life. She's hinted to me she doesn't get it much anymore. Is that true? What's that? You have trouble getting it up? Who cares! That's what your tongue's for! What do you mean you don't do that? You will do it! Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish...


"Getting the message? Swish swish swish swish. Getting it now? I thought so. Stop blubbering. What do you mean you don't know how? Will I have to teach you? Will I have to teach my own father how to go down on a woman???

"How pathetic, daddy. How totally pathetic! Now I have to strip bare and put you down between my legs just so that you can learn how to pleasure Mom properly. How pathetic that you have to give head to your very own daughter to learn this. Fine. I'm taking my clothes off. Don't think we're having sex! This is basic instruction any seventeen year old should know how to do. Get down here. Now!


"Now, do exactly as I tell you. Oh you better or we'll have another touch up with that coat hanger! No, not there. That's not my clit, dad! How pathetic! There! There! Now lick. Lick like you mean it! Do I need to get the coat hanger? There. That's better. Grab my tit. Stroke my belly and grab my tit. Mom will like that. Oh, you're such a pathetic sissy. Do it like you mean it!

"This is so totally pathetic. I can't believe a grown man has to be taught how to lick pussy by his own daughter. I can't believe I have to be here, bare naked on this bed, giving you pussy licking lessons. Who'd have ever thought I would have to be here doing this, with my very own dad in a bra and panty set licking my slit. No, lower. Stick it in. Lick. Lick. Yes! Yes! Good Boy!"

;-)

Saturday, August 15

Summertime - Wandering Eyes - Hot Bottom!

It's definitely summertime here in Canada, creating more challenges for boys to keep their eyes in their own heads. I was in the car with my husband driving downtown. We were stopped at a streetlight and a young woman showing a lot of cleavage was crossing in front of us.


It was not actually Megan Fox,
But same idea.

david's eyes zeroed in on her breasts, and his head turned following them. She crossed in front of us, past the other lane, and turned left on the opposite sidewalk. My husband's head followed her entire progress. The light turned green but he was still looking. He got a honk from the car behind, and abruptly looked forward and started driving.

"Really?" I said.

"Oh. ha ha. sorry..." he said, rather sheepishly.

"Oh I am going to scene your little ass so bad for that," I said "you just wait until I get you home!"

I was smiling and having fun with him, but he also knew that he was 'gonna catch it!

"It can't be tonight," he said, "Mags is coming at 7".

How nice! I had forgotten. A lucky coincidence for sure. "Oh it sure can be tonight," I said. "I'm sure Mags would love to see me whip your ass for that."

"Awwww.... honey!" he said.

"Mags will see how I deal with my boy tonight, and she can train you afterwards."

"But honey, she spanks so hard herself," he whined, "my butt won't be able to take it from the both of you..."

I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. His penis was hard. "Not my problem." I said with a smirk.

We both had the rest of the car ride home to contemplate david's comeuppance in front of Mags. I exhorted david to concentrate on his driving, though!

So what do I really think about him blatantly ogling another woman's body like that? I must confess to being a bit in the "boys will be boys" camp as far as that goes, and actually take some pleasure in dangling candy in front of the boys and then not letting them have any. On the other hand, I'm certainly not going to miss a chance for a "genuine" domestic scene handed up to me on a silver platter with his trainer in the mix to boot!

For the record, I believe ladies have every right in the world to dress however they wish. Boys, and especially older men for goodness sake, need to be respectful. They are not to "perv out" on it and make girls feel uncomfortable. We know we have an effect on you boys. But if your head turns, your jaw drops, and your eyes bug out of your head? So not cool.

And, no, it's not a "compliment" that men stare. Depending on the girl it can be very unwelcome and uncomfortable. I'm self assured enough myself that it doesn't phase me, and besides, I rarely dress so provocatively as to draw the lewder stares. However, for a less self-assured younger woman (and often provocative dress is a sign of it), an older teen perhaps, it can be a bit scary and gross. Kind of like an eye-raping.

Oh, and I can hear some of you boys now: "Well, if they don't want to be eye-raped they shouldn't dress like that!" Now take out the word "eye" from that sentence and tell me if it's still ok? Of course it's not! Ladies should dress exactly as they please, and males should control their behaviour.

But it's actually not the sort of thing I care about that much in the bigger scheme of things, so therefore it's perfect fodder for a "real life" punishment scene.

And I thought it very fortuitous that Mags would be there. I had not yet given david what I consider to be a "real punishment" in front of Mags, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity. Mags is not fully clued in on the nature of my relationship with my husband. She does not know if his discipline from me is "for real" or "for play" (it's definitely the latter). I have kept it deliberately vague for her. So when I pretend to punish him "for real", she most likely will take that at least somewhat at face value. How emasculating for poor david having another young woman honestly believe that he is subject to his wife's discipline as if he were a child. "Pussy whipped" they call it. Oh yes. He would be getting a "pussy whipping" indeed!

I also thought Mags would feel some sense of satisfaction seeing an older man punished for this particular offence. As an attractive younger woman herself with fetching cleavage, I'm sure she's had her fair share of pervy older dudes openly stare at her breasts.

For my part I was determined to play my role perfectly. Neither he nor Mags would get any hint at all from my speech and behaviour that I was not genuinely angry with him and punishing him for it, for real. david knows it's a scene, of course, but part of our fun is that we both act as if it is not.

It was also good timing from another couple of points of view. I had recently posted a blog article Corner Time! so I had been refreshing my views on making that punishment as effective as can be. I was also researching bra punishment for an upcoming blog post. Brassièring as a form of discipline. I received an education from Emily Masters' website, brassiered, where she shares her views and e-book.

brassièred
a complete guide to
brassière discipline

Emily has an interesting take on bra discipline. More subtle. Very elegant. Very subtly humiliating. Designed to curb a man's behavior almost willingly. She suggests coaxing a man into a bra by first getting him into chastity, and then tying his sexual release to his willingness to wear his bra, with the goal of eventually having him docile and brassièred 24x7. Punishment then means being locked into a more uncomfortable brassière, or a brassière that's harder to hide when out at work, or having to wear very large DDD breast forms under his brassière around the house or for chores, or even inviting other (trustworthy) women such as best-friends or female relations to be made aware of his brassière training. Lovely material, whether true or just lovely fantasy. And of course, one obvious application of brassière discipline is pointed out by Emily herself as follows.
  • a husband who ogles other women's chests 
    should be given breasts that are undeniably feminine, to understand what it is like to have his chest stared at.
That punishment would certainly fit this particular crime!


So as I was plotting the scene out in my mind in the car ride home all of this got me thinking about his bra and inserts, the fact that Mags had not yet seen him in his bra, and the fact that this is something that david is so genuinely humiliated to do. I had been teasing him about making him wear his bra for Mags, and he has told me not to (for real), as in "No, Julie. Absolutely not."

Of course, I respect david's boundaries when scening him, but I guess we have a difference of opinion whether we consider something like this to count as a "hard limit" or not. Unlike, say, getting fucked in the ass by a guy, for example. So despite his objections I was of the opinion that it was fully within my purview to do this to him. And in such matters of judgement, I am Queen [I am wondering, do any of my readers disagree?]

As a result of all this, I was thinking along the lines that a shameful brassièring in front of his young trainer would be a fitting punishment for staring at that woman's breasts. I'm tempted to say "a good old fashioned brassièring" but I doubt it ever was the fashion! I wondered how he would react when I would drop that bomb on him.


We got home an hour before Mags was due to arrive. As soon as we got in the door I told david to change into panties and bra for his punishment and to stand in the corner until Mags arrived.

"No... not the bra!" he argued. Oh yes!

"You liked staring at that woman's tits. Now Mags and I will stare at yours."

"No! It's not cool," he persisted.

"david, this is my call. This is NOT a hard boundary. Other women have seen you in a bra. Why not Mags?"

"Because it's so embarrassing!" he pleaded, clearly weakening. "And it'll freak her out!"

"It's meant to be embarrassing," I told him. "and it will certainly not freak her out. Now do as you're told. You have no say in this." I was emphatic.

david grumbled but acquiesced. It was settled. For his lewd behaviour in the car he would indeed be receiving emasculating bra discipline in front of Mags. Besides, who's kidding whom? He knew it was inevitable that he would be winding up in a bra in front of Mags sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. But I do so enjoy his little rebellions!

david shuffled reluctantly upstairs and a few minutes later arrived back downstairs in his pink panty and pink bra with clear silicone inserts fully in place filling him out to a B or even C cup.

"You look darling!" I complimented him. "Mags will love it."

I took him into the living room and put him against the wall. I went away to fetch a pair of wrist restraints, his ball gag, and a small Post-It note with the sticky part folded over. I came back and asked for his wrists which I proceeded to cuff and then fasten behind his back. I then slipped the ball gag onto him and tightened it down uncomfortably hard. I grabbed him by the back of the hair, pulled his head a little away from the wall, slipped the Post-It note between his nose and the wall, and gently pushed him back. I told him he was to stay there until Mags arrived and God help him if the Post-It note was on the floor or his punishment from me would be doubled, and he would still have his training to go.

I went about my business while david struggled to hold position and stewed about being seen for the first time in his bra by Mags. Mags was due to arrive in 45 minutes, but she was frequently a bit late owing to her work schedule. He might therefore be required to remain for up to an hour being disciplined in this manner.

Mags was about 10 minutes late, so he must have been standing there just under an hour when we heard the doorbell ring. I went to open it myself as david was otherwise occupied. Despite being humiliatingly brassièred I'm sure he welcomed the physical relief the long awaited doorbell ushered in, and the "can we just get it over with" mental relief as well. I showed Mags into the living room where david was being punished.

"Oh dear!" She said. "What's he doing? Is that a bra he has on?" First thing she noticed.

"Yes, a very pretty bra holding up a pair of nice plump breasts," I said. "david's in the doghouse and is being punished for real. No joke this time. He's been standing there for about an hour already. And you seeing him in his bra, and seeing what happens to him next, is part of his punishment, if you're willing to stay and watch that is. You can train him right after I'm done with him. Is that ok?"

"Sure. No problem." She said. "What did he do?"

"We were driving in the car," I answered, "a woman walked by and he very obviously stared at her breasts. I mean, he positively gawked at them. She might even have seen him doing it out of the corner of her eye. The car behind had to honk at him to get him moving!"

"Oh My God." She said. "With you right there in the car?"

"Yes, with me right there." I answered.

"What was he thinking?" She asked rhetorically.

Yes, what indeed was he thinking?

I picked up the belt and told david to come out from the wall and stand facing me. He was very red faced. Bra and panties. Ball gag. Hands restrained behind his back. Sore and stiff from his disciplining so far. He could see me holding the belt, his further instrument of correction, in my hand. Mags had taken a seat on the couch when I called him out of the corner, and was looking on with a distinct smirk on her face.

By lill josephine to my exacting specifications. She did such a good job this time
because I made her stand for 30 minutes in the corner for her shoddy previous attempt.
See her Corner Time post.

The scene was almost exactly (uncannily in fact) like the sketch above. Our outfits are bang on and our relative positions as well. I think my little sketch slut outdid herself this time. david was positively squirming in embarrassment as we ogled his tits the way he did that woman in the streets.

I started in on the "scolding" phase. This is part of david's fantasy always, to be "well scolded" by me before his spanking. How wonderfully humiliating for him to have to stand there like that, subject to the full bra and panty treatment, unable to say a word or raise a hand, and be scolded by me in front of Mags. And what's worse, knowing he is about to be severely spanked by me, his own wife, while another woman looks on, across the seat of his panties with a man's belt no less.


I laid into him over his behaviour in the car. Saying how disrespectful it was to both the young lady and to me. I told him he had the ball gag in because I was absolutely not interested in hearing any of his lame excuses. I told him he was in his bra and inserts in front of Mags so he could learn what it was like to have breasts and be gawked out.

"Do you like his tits?" I asked Mags.

"Oh, they're lovely." She said.

"Nice and firm and big," I said as I squeezed one in my hand. "How do you like having your big tits stared at?" I asked him.

"Mmmmph" he mumbled into his gag.

I thought I'd scare him a bit more. I told him I was very concerned over his hyper-sexualized behaviour towards woman. I asked him if he thought he needed to be put into chastity, into a cock cage, to learn to control himself? He vigorously shook his head "no, no, no!" (he has a fear of that device!).

"I don't know, what do you think, Mags?" I asked her.

"Maybe it's the only thing that will work." Said Mags, playing along. She evidently knew what a cock cage was.



"Is that what you want, david? For me to put you into chastity? To have me have to walk around with a little key around my neck? For you to have to beg me every time you want to masturbate? Is that what you want?"

david again shook his head "no no no" making matching pitiful noises through his ball gag.

"Fine. Not this time then. But if I catch you doing this again you will find yourself right back here, I will pull down your panties and I will put you into a cock cage right in front of Mags. How humiliating would that be for me? To have Mags know that my husband has to be kept in a cock cage to control his behaviour in public. And believe me, if I put you in it you won't be out of it for a very long time, mister. A very long time. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

"Hmmmm! Hmmmm!" said david, nodding his head up and down..

"And don't think you're getting off Scot free this time either. You will go across the back of that couch, and I will sizzle your rear-end with my belt. Do you hear me? I will SIZZLE IT! Now MOVE!"

With that, david practically ran over to the back of the couch and lowered himself over it. Mags moved to the side to make room for him. With his hands tied, he went far over until his forehead touched the seat and his feet dangled in the air. It looked quite uncomfortable for him but presented his ass and upper thighs perfectly for heavy downwards strokes of the strap. He was also not going anywhere until either Mags or I helped him up, which was not for a while yet.

I was a bit worried about the stability of the position, so I asked Mags to stay seated on the couch and push his bound arms against his lower back to hold him in place for his belting and to prevent him from reaching back and covering his ass.

"This is for staring at woman's breasts in the street. I've punished you for things like this before. Now you're really going to get it!" I told him.

With that I whipped the doubled up heavy brown leather belt hard against his pantied ass. The end of the belt perfectly connected with the low center of his far ass cheek right at the lace leggings with a loud CRACK. david shrieked in pain from behind his ball gag. Mags eyes looked excited! I remember having the thought at that moment wondering if I could tear up his little panties with that belt.

Why did I let him keep his panties? Oh, he would be losing them soon enough, and they really did nothing to protect him from that heavy belt anyways, especially as most of the skin around his sit spots and thighs was bare at any rate. But I just like "the concept" of spanking the seat of his panties and only later pulling them down to reveal the extent of the damage.

Now, about belts. For those of you who don't realize it, there's a real difference in belts. Some belts are quite light and have a more whippy effect, others are heavier and have a more thud-like effect. This belt was one I found in a store that was advertised as a "heavy-duty men's belt". I bought it specifically for the purpose to which it was now being put. This is a belt made for punishing errant husbands, no two ways about it.



I gave him twenty hard strokes like that. Some to the seat of his panties, some down lower on the bare skin of his low ass and upper thighs, some aimed across both cheeks, some concentrating more on the near cheek, some deliberately "wrapped around" to his far flank or into his crack a bit. Each stroke was met with a muffled shriek. There were vivid marks and weals wherever bare skin was exposed. I was hitting him hard enough that it was an effort for me. To make it convincing for Mags I knew I had to step it up like this.

Half way through he was begging and saying "I'm sorry!" and "Please!" through the ball gag. I think there was no doubt left that this was for sure a "real" punishment session for david. Fully witnessed as well. Despite the pain and humiliation, it is what he craves and needs. Mags was clearly excited by it. As he was carrying on the most at one point she said "won't be doing that again, will you?" As per her temperament, she showed absolutely zero remorse for him as he was being wife-beaten like this for his sins.

After his first twenty I paused and walked over up to him. I pulled his panty down to have a look at his bare ass. It was already well marked and would be bruising. I asked Mags what she thought. She thought I was doing a great job and she doubted he would be staring at girl's in the street after this.

I left his panty down and concentrated another dozen zingers across the middle of his bare ass. The center of his ass took on a solid dusky hue with all the belt strokes intermingling there. Vivid rectangular marks, angry red and starting to bruise, radiated outwards from that.

I removed his panty entirely off his legs and told him to spread. His legs were shaking as he spread them.  I finished him up by standing directly behind him and bringing the belt down vertically along his ass crack.

Delivering a good whipping to the crack.
Christine Justice in "Domestic Discipline" (c) 2005 Shadow Lane Video

I tried to to get as far "inside" as I could by angling the belt slightly as it came down. His legs kicked in the air like a little dancer. I had to warn him to keep his legs spread as they had a tendency to almost involuntarily come back together after each of these strokes. I did not blame him for this. Those legs can have a mind of their own during an intense belt whipping session.

I think these vertically placed strokes are very very punishing, smacking down with such force on such tender "inner cheek and thigh" skin. I can tell he's near his limit when he mutters "oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no" into his ball gag anticipating the next stroke.

Ladies, in case you want to try these vertical strokes at home, you need good aim to steer clear of his balls and asshole, neither of which you want to tear up with a belt this heavy. As well, when playing with a ball gag you still need a safeword. For us it's saying "red red red", three short distinct grunts whose pattern and tone we practiced long ago. Was not required this time.

In total he had received about 50 strokes of the heavy leather belt, none of them light. He was breathing very heavily through his nose. I picked up his panties and pulled them back up his sore legs and ass. Mags and I helped him to his feet.There was considerable watering of his eyes, snot, and saliva around the ball gag, and he was sweating profusely. The ball gag and awkward "ass high" position definitely adds to the punishment aspects.

As he stood there, still bound and gagged, he squirmed on the spot, trying to alleviate some of the thigh, bum, and crack pain he was feeling. When I examined him later that evening, some of the worst bruising was on his inner cheeks nearest his crack and surrounding his asshole. Those were particularly painful for him next day, whether moving or sitting.

I unfastened his gag and pulled it off. He moved his jaw painfully. He had been ball-gagged for well over an hour. I unclipped his wrist restraints and removed them from him. I told him that I hoped he'd learnt his lesson. He assured me (and Mags) that he had and would never do that again.

As he stood there squirming in his bra, I thought the brassièring was a big success as well.


His breasts and bra reminded him constantly of the "why" of this punishment. When he was in timeout and his breasts were mushing against the wall I am sure he was thinking about the reason he was being punished: inappropriately staring at womens' breasts. When he was displayed to Mags and teased about his bra and breasts and felt up by me, it also no doubt drove the lesson home. And when he was bent over the back of the couch, breasts dangling, undergoing a severe disciplining from my belt, then too no doubt.

With these thoughts running through my mind, and in light of his earlier defiance, I asked him if he thought it was fair and appropriate that he was put into his bra for Mags to see for his punishment today?

"yes ma'am" he answered.

"Tell me why," I prompted. "Use your words."

Sniffling, he said "It was fair and appropriate because I was staring at a woman's breasts and so it's only right that I have to have breasts also as part of my punishment for that."

He's so articulate, saying this as he stood there, wiggling on the spot with his brassièred chest well displayed to us ladies.

It was a crazy vibe. It felt super real. I had acted my part well, and david had absorbed what could only be described as a "real" punishment (I mean, if you asked me to punish a male, for real, that is exactly what I would do to him). Mags was smirking at him, and at at the same time looked impressed. I'm pretty sure she thought it was real.

I told him he was dismissed and he may go upstairs to put his gym clothes on as he had a training session with Mags yet to go. As he left the living room and was on the stairs I shouted after him, "You can put a T-shirt on, but the bra stays on."

He paused on the stair and said "Awwww! Please!", but he was none too convincing standing there in his bra and panty!

"Bra stays on, mister." I said. "You can feel what it's like to exercise with breasts."

I put up my hand and Mags and I high-fived. I told her not to go too hard on him, as he had been pretty well punished already and I wasn't sure how much more his bum could take. Mags agreed that it was a pretty fierce belt whipping and that he for sure learnt his lesson. She promised she would only use her hand on his bum for this session, which is very unusual for her. david and I both thought she preferred to not get that intimate and thus favoured the implements. Guess not.

david reported back that the exercising was the usual degree of difficulty, but that the spankings between sets were not that rough, and were indeed delivered by her hand to either his pantied or bare butt.


He also said that as he was bent over with his bare bottom waving in the air at her insistence she would run her hand over his buns and comment on how good a whipping he had received from me. Much to his embarrassment she even spread his cheeks slightly to survey and comment on the bruising nearest his asshole. Ha Ha! And remember, Mags is just barely in her twenties. She's just a kid and treating my late thirties husband like this. I know this adds greatly to the humiliation factor. Zero sexual interest from her, total punitive interest!

Nothing more was said about his bra while he was being trained by Mags, however, david felt acute embarrassment throughout, and especially as he did certain exercises, such as push-ups, that impacted his breasts, or jumping jacks that made them jiggle.

And so that's what a subby hubby gets who can't control his wandering eye. Between Mags and I, I think young women walking the streets of our city will finally be safe from any eye-rapings from my man, at least while I'm around! After such an epic and emasculating punishment, I fully expect that next time he spots attractive women in the streets that his eyes would immediately respectfully and submissively lower as they passed. Or else.

Don't touch. Don't even look. Eyes down, mister!

Saturday, August 8

Fuck Her Right in the Pussy

There was an Internet meme a while ago, "fuck her right in the pussy" where guys would interrupt (for the most part) female news announcers when they were on camera and blurt out "Fuck her right in the Pussy!" It seems to have died down now, and perhaps the following story is a reason why.

A Toronto TV station, CITY TV, news correspondent Shauna Hunt: "I had intoxicated men yelling it at me. I was interrupted during interviews and was anxious about going live. I felt like a piece of meat. I had reached my limit, and it was time to push back." This happened to her multiple times every day, and when she was interviewing fans at a Toronto soccer game she had her fill and confronted men in the crowd over their behavior.

(link here)

The boy in the photo is Shawn Simoes and had a $100K job with Hydro One (a pseudo-Governmental energy producer in Ontario, Canada), and he was fired as a result of his on-camera comments.

I personally think that is overly harsh. I think he should have been given a choice. Either be fired, or be subject to discipline from Shauna. I mean, look at the pair of them. Shauna could obviously beat little Shawn's butt, but good.

A subsequent statement from Ms. Hunt: "Mr. Simoes and I have come to an arrangement. He has apologized and his employer is allowing him to keep his job, however he may have to perform his functions standing up for the next week or so. And yes, since you're wondering, he has been disciplined, and yes, the punishment did fit the crime. I believe that Mr. Simoes now understands that mouthing off over being 'fucked' against one's will is not appropriate under any circumstances. Let's just leave it at that."


Monday, August 3

Corner Time!

Corner time is a very interesting activity for my man. While five  minutes or so is no big deal, any longer than that is something he really does not like at all. He says it's horribly boring and often very uncomfortable. Of course, it's also extremely humiliating for a grown man to be made to stand or kneel in the corner by his wife.

Imagine if we were just having a little gathering with a couple of my friends and david were to make an inappropriate remark about one of their outfits. Imagine how embarrassed he would be if I said "That's quite enough out of you. Go kneel in the corner with your hands on your head. Yes right now. Yes in front of my girlfriends. How long? As long as I tell you! But don't expect less than an hour for that remark about Tonya's skirt."


Of course, it could have been worse. I could stripped him bare and spanked him bare bum in front of them first.

And then he would be sent to the corner to show off a fresh pair of properly punished buttocks.


Or perhaps his corner time would be the much dreaded "facing out" version...


Men get so delightfully humiliated when we force them to display their genitalia to a group of women in timeout (especially when they get hard and just can't control themselves!). I don't really get it, as most woman have looked after a male child (if not as a mother than as a babysiter or big sister) and have seen it plenty of times. Oh well, so long as it works for them as punishment I'm happy.

There are also other humiliations that can be added in for corner time. Forced cross-dressing is always a good one, especially when company is present.


That poor boy has panties (pulled down), bra (unhooked), and stockings (pulled up), and he's getting his bum smacked. The young ladies seem very amused by it all!

There's also some delightful artwork on the topic.


I can't think of a better way to put a male in his place! You can see from his bum that he likely had to go out and cut three stout switches that the women then proceeded to wear out on his bare backside. That'll learn him!

Of course, with some guys there would be the inevitable little stiffy that rears it's little head...

lill jo's room

But here is one of my all-time favourites from Sardax (reproduced with his permission). I have subjected my husband to exactly this punishment.

http://www.sardax.com

First he is feminized with bra, stockings, and suspender belt. Then he is gagged which symbolically means we are not interested in anything he has to say about his misbehaviour or his punishment. In that humiliated state he must hold up a coin against the wall with his nose for a full hour.

His hands are tightly bound behind his back to both increase his discomfort, and to ensure that if the coin drops there will be no way for him to restore it unaided. In that way he may be left alone for long periods of time without direct supervision.

His buttocks are left bare. Either because his behaviour has been such that he has earned himself a sound bare bottom spanking after his timeout, or just as a reminder that he is subject to bare bottom discipline from his wife.

Perhaps the woman with the hairbrush is his wife, and the other lady at the door is his mother-in-law popping in unexpectedly. Or Perhaps she is the wife, just out for a quick trip to the shops and she has asked her sister to supervise her husband's timeout, and to spank him if the coin drops and start the timer over again.

The Internet is such a fertile field to get ideas from. And corner time in particular has so many possibilities for the lady of the house.


Please share with me some of your experiences with corner time. I would love to try them out on david!

Friday, July 31

Husband wants to be a Girl for the Night

david came up to me the other day and asked (sheepishly) if he could be a girl for a night (and a "badly treated" one at that).


Well of course he can! It's unusual for him to ask this of me, as he is usually very bashful regarding his desire to cross-dress. Usually I have to "make him" (I know it turns him on, I'm not stupid). I think he is self-conscious that he is not a very pretty girl. Well join the club! In fact, he's right, but I never let on. I always make it a point to tell him how pretty he is. And he's so bashful and embarrassed when dressed girly, and extra submissivy, so I genuinely do enjoy seeing him like that. I planned out the evening and then executed my plan. He was to be subjected to a series of very girly adventures!

Morning of I told him his wish would come true that evening. He would be made into a complete girl and treated as such by me. I picked his socks that morning. Big polka dot socks!


I had picked them out on a trip to Winners for him. They were men's socks but I thought they looked quite effeminate. He will wear them but is a trifle embarrassed to do so. I made him wear them to work so he could anticipate what was to come

It was that evening, just after dinner. First came the dressing.

I gathered his girly things and brought them down to the dining room. I called him in. I undressed him myself. Unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him. Undid his belt, pants clasp, and zipper, allowed his pants to drop to his ankles, and made him step out. His boy underwear followed (I made him take those off himself). So there he was, naked but for his polka dot socks.

"Cover yourself," I told him, "top and bottom". I figured he was a naked "girl" now, he should act ashamed.


He covered his pussy and his tits, like the girl in the photo above, and looked bashful. I think that having to assume the body language of an embarrassed, bashful girl gets his mind there as well.

I showed him his panties for the evening. A fuller cut, boy cut panty, with polka dots as well, contrasting side panels, and a bow in front.

'Sorta like these

I drew out the embarrassment as I dangled them in front of him as he stood there hunched over covering bush and tits. I handed them to him and made him put them on. He was very, very erect. His hard cock was pushed against his body by the panty. I rubbed it through the material telling him that his little girl clitty was getting wet already.

Next up was his Victoria's Secret bra, filled out to a B-Cup with his breast forms.

This is the actual model

I put that on him myself, adjusting the straps and putting the breast forms in. I turned him around to face me, grabbed his tits and squeezed, and told him what big beautiful breasts he has.

Next I put him into his plaid schoolgirl skirt. I tied the ties at the back, making a nice bow. His "blouse" was a white dress shirt, tied up in front so as to expose his sexy midriff, Britney style. I turned up the collar and left the top few buttons undone so she could show off her pretty VS bra.


I stood back and admired him. I liked the way he looked. So fuckable. And yes, I was determined to fuck his brains out that night.

So wrong!

But let's not get ahead of ourselves... First she needed a good humbling before she would be allowed girl-cock up her pussy.

I made her skedaddle up to our bedroom. I put her nose against the wall and made her put her hands on her head. I felt up her tits, ass, and hard drippy clit.

"Do you like this?" I asked her.

"Oh yes Ma'am!" She answered.

"No, you don't call me that tonight. What do you call me tonight?" I asked.

"yes... sir..." he said sheepishly.

"That's right. Tonight I'm the man of the house, and you better remember it or I just might have to teach you a lesson in respect with my belt across your ass, little missy."

He likes when I mess with the gender stereotypes. He tells me he still thinks about himself in the masculine and me the feminine, but imagines that words such as "she" have been recast to refer to submissive males, and words such as "he" to dominant females.

I left him like that while I took care of some personal needs. Let him stew on the thought, as I took a piss, that for tonight I was the man and he was the girl. I was already wet, and not just because of my pee!

I came back from the bathroom, hauled him out of the corner by the arm, sat on the end of the bed, and threw him across my knee. His erection felt hard on my thigh. I pulled up his skirt and started spanking the seat of her pert pantied bottom.

I felt her grinding her clitty into my leg as I panty-spanked her. "You're getting off on this, aren't you, you little slut?' I teased.

After a little warm up spanking I stood her up again and put her nose back against the wall. I tucked her skirt up into its waistband, showing off her pretty red panties and pinkened lower cheeks. My little girl had a shamefully spanked panty seat and was being made to display it.

I stripped down to my undies and put on my strap-on. I put "Adam", my biggest and most challenging dildo, into my strap-on harness. Adam would have some serious work to do!

Scared? She should be!

I grabbed my hairbrush with one hand, hauled her out from the wall with my other, and again threw her across my knee. As she fell across my lap she could feel my big hard cock poking into her clitty. Her skirt was already up. This time her panties were coming down and I'd be using my hairbrush to teach her some respect for the new man of the house!

"I don't like your snooty attitude," I said. "You think just because you're pretty you can get away with anything? I'm here to tell you that's just not so. You will learn respect even if I have to blister this ass!"

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"No Sir! Please Sir! I respect you Sir! I do! I do!" (sung in the pitch of "frantic")

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

I gave her pretty bare ass a good seeing to, and didn't stop until I was quite sure her attitude would match her words.

I pushed her off my lap and she rolled at my feet, clutching her newly crimsoned ass cheeks.

It was now time for my little bitch to suck cock.


I tossed the hairbrush off to the side and picked up the heavy leather belt. I doubled it in my hand and let it dangle by my side as I stood there. I told him to kneel in front of me and start sucking my cock. I told her that I was fed up with her half-measures. If I was not completely satisfied with her sucking, she would be head down and ass up for the worst belt whipping of her young life...

She did as she was told and started sucking like a little porn star. Nothing like a bit of motivation to get your man busy! She would be tasting the leather across her ass no matter what, of course: I mean, there's always room for improvement. But her porn star enthusiasm was rapidly reducing what would otherwise have been a Grade-A1 Rump Roasting to a token ass sizzling.

I made her lick the shaft and tip. Warned her about teeth and watched as she carefully made a big-O around my giant shaft and bobbed her head. I made her deep throat my cock which caused her to gag and produce mouthfuls of saliva. I kept her at it, giving her breathing breaks every now and then where she quickly gasped for air before I resumed her face fucking.

You just have to picture this tableau. I am standing there with one hand on the back of her head, the other holding the belt. She is still in her bra and blouse, pretty socks, skirt around her waist and panties around her knees, on her knees, giving me 'hella good head.

She wanted to be a "badly treated" girl for the night? She got her wish.

gug.. gug.. gug... gug..
 They all look the same with their mouths around our cocks...

I stood her up in front of me and sat on the end of the bed. Her clit was quivery hard despite (because of?) the hard session of forced oral. I used my hand to rub her until her knees quivered and she was moaning loudly. I looked her in the eye and said "time for the belt".

"Oh No! Please Sir! Didn't I do a good job sucking your cock? Please Sir! Please!"

"No. You get the belt." Truth be told, she performed brilliantly. Her belt whipping would be merciful. But I didn't want him getting conceited about his cock sucking abilities.

I put him face down on the bed draped over two pillows. I arranged her skirt and panties so they very pretilly outlined my target area from above and below. I stood back and brought the belt down with only medium force across her cheeks. Nonetheless there was a satisfying CRACK as belt contacted bare bum. She turned her head so she could see me whipping her. Holding the belt high above my head, one hand on each end, and then whipping it down lightly but solidly across her cheeks, my massive hard cock bouncing. He mutterred into his pillow: "please sir... I'm sorry sir... I'll do better sir... I promise sir. I promise..." He was really getting into this "being a bad girl" thing.

And he knew he would be made to perform his wifely duties before the evening was out. I would certainly be performing my husbandly duty, teaching his woman a lesson in submission as only a big hard cock can do...

That's right, woman...
hard and deep seems to be the only thing that gets through to you.

Though I was feeling a lot of compassion for my little baby cakes right around then. So I decided to work his ass up to my dildo. I went to our drawer and got out "slim jim", his least thick dildo. I lubed it and him and easily inserted it all the way in on the first try. I whispered to him to hold it in and then I went back to the belt, occasionally lightly whipping the base of the dildo and causing shock waves to course through his being. I pulled out that dildo and put in the next and the next, whipping him all the while and telling him this would make it easier for when I took his cherry later on.

In between whippings I pulled his clit out behind his legs and rubbed that until she was frantic, and begging to cum. Not yet. For the last dildo in the sequence I inserted it and then wrapped another belt around his hips and ass, cinching it tightly to hold that dildo in deep deep deep. In that thoroughly plugged state, his clitty on display, I told him to tell me that he was a naughty disrespectful girl who deserved to have her ass whipped.

By now he was fully in "sub space", and his voice quivered as he said: "I'm a... naughty, disrespectful girl, who fully deserves her belt whipping, sir". Yummm!

I ended his whipping with a final flourish, providing the necessary time to allow the dildo to stretch his pussy wide for my Adam and making sure not to whip his hard naughty fully displayed and fully engorged clit in the process. She was being such a good girl after all, no need for an actual clitty whipping.

Google has everything! Ouchi!

I went back to my wonderful toy drawer and pulled out a ball gag. I lovingly put it around my husband/wife's head and cinched it extra tight (I've learned from experience - get that ball gag on super tight because it loosens, and we can't have that!).

I told him I was going to take his precious little cherry now, and I really was not interested in anything she had to say.

The perfect wife ;-)

I put her on her back, kept one pillow under her hips, and raised her legs high in the air. Her little panties I left banded around her ankles. I put one foot up on the bed, and knelt with my other knee, and pushed Adam right in balls deep! She let out a little complaint through her ball gag, but it was nothing really. After she had been so nicely stretched like that, she practically gave her cherry away!

I pulled my top off so she good see her man's bare breasts, and know she was being completely taken. I then gave her a slow soft fucking. I hardly broke eye contact with her. She was liking it! His cock always goes a bit flaccid during his ass fuckings, and today was no exception, though I rubbed his limp noodle anyways, which she seemed to appreciate.


My beautiful big-breasted ball-gagged schoolgirl. Fucked.


  Totally fucked. By me. Yummm!

Who's your daddy?

I pulled out and left her legs high, telling her to keep them there because her pussy was dirty and I had to go to the bathroom and get the necessaries to clean her up. I made her stay there, with her dirty pussy waving in the air as I fetched toilet paper, a warm wash cloth, and a dry towel to clean her up. I happily did the deed myself as I watched her cringing in embarrassment. I'm sorry to have to say it, but I really did fuck the shit out of her and I told her as much as she lay there with her ankles over her ears getting a good hard pussy scrubbing from "her man". Ha Ha! Dirty girl!

When I deemed her pussy clean enough to touch our bed, I let her put her feet down and told her she may rub her clitty as I watched, and I expected a nice big gushing orgasm from her. I undid her ball gag so she could use her own spit, and picked up my crop and encouraged her with light strokes to her thighs, her tummy, her balls, and her clitty when I could get at it. I told her what a good girl she was and how I was hoping she would gush for me.

Well it didn't take long! I was rewarded with a massive series of spurts covering her sexy belly.


I immediately scooped it all up and fed it to her. Every last drop I could get. I told her to hold it in her mouth and not swallow, or else!

I got out my strap. I pulled her up off the bed and down across my lap. I threw the strap down on the floor in front of her face as I took her across my knee. I told her that I was going to give her a mild hand spanking as she held my cum in her mouth, and that afterwards she would kneel at my feet, open her mouth, and show me it was all still there. If there was any missing at all, she would be severely strapped from her ankles to her waist. She knew I meant business, too!

She received her hand spanking, mewling as the cum rolled around inside her tightly closed mouth. She then knelt in front of me, opened her mouth and showed me. She had preserved it all, and there was a lot! I put one hand lightly around her throat, used the other to pinch her nose, and tilted her head back. She had no choice but to swallow, and I felt her throat move as the cum slid down her passage.

She looked exhausted. I gave her a big hug which she returned. I took her by the hand and led her back down to the living room where her clothes were left. Before I let her go back to being a man, I thought she needed some quiet reflection. So I put her nose against the wall with her hands on her head and her breasts mushing against the wall. I got a safety pin and pinned up her skirt in back, and lowered her panties to pool around her ankles. I reached between her legs, pulled out her clit and made her close her legs tightly. This humbled her, forcing her to bend at the waist. I got two pieces of writing paper, and put one between each breast and the wall. This caused her to have to straighten which arched her back in a very feminine way and jutted out her bottom. I told her I wanted her to stay there, focusing on what it would be like to have breasts and a pussy, and be subject to her husband's strict discipline and sexual demands 24x7.

"yes sir..." he whispered as I went to clean up the kitchen. I love watching him stay submissively in timeout as I go about my business.

When her sentence was up, I went to collect her. I helped her out of her clothes, cleaned her up a bit, and then dressed him in his man clothes again. I asked him if that was what he had in mind when he asked if he could be a girl for the night? "Oh yes!" he said. We cuddled on the couch watching TV, his needs satisfied (for a time). I love him so much!

Sunday, July 12

Advice for Wives

I've had so many men over the years e-mail me and lament the fact that they can't get their wives or partners to spank them, or they can but only grudgingly and in a way that doesn't do it for them at all.

So to help them out I've written a "Resource Page" called Advice for Wives targeted at the wife or girlfriend whose partner has just asked that they spank them, and who may be a bit confused what to make of it and what to do as a result.


I give my own perspective on the situation, and I also point to other resources that I think are great, much better at explaining this thing then I can do.

I've put a link to it in the sidebar along with another popular instructional post.

Please have a read and give me feedback.

CLICK HERE TO GO TO "Advice for Wives"

Saturday, July 11

Trainer uses Flogger and Belt on david

In case you were wondering, david's training sessions have been proceeding on a weekly basis. It's the highlight of my week, in fact, to come home after one of his training sessions and make him drop trou to show me the carnage on his ass. That girl loves leaving marks! Up to now, the implements have mostly been thin and whippy so she can go crazy.

Last week I happened to be home and thought I would introduce Mags properly to the flogger and the belt. I have a lovely heavy leather flogger that can pack a real punch if wielded properly.


I also own a double thick leather belt that is a favorite spanking implement.


Knowing Mags' penchant for spanking without mercy I thought she would enjoy using these two instruments of displeasure, but I wanted to show her the ropes to make sure she was effective and safe. So we started the session with a bit of a tutorial for her with david as the victim.

I told david to take off his shorts and shirt, leaving him only in a pair of panties. He is required to wear panties under his gym shorts for all his training sessions with Mags. He looks so ridiculous in them!


I let Mags have a go first. She made david get down on the floor on his knees with his head down and ass up. For both implements she shortened up too much on the grip, and was much too close to david. As a result her swing lacked power and there was a lot of wrap-around to his flanks (which was not such a big deal as the power was not there).

I asked if she would like some pointers on how to have a bigger effect? She was very eager.

The first thing I did was to position david across the big exercise ball. This would allow her to stand and get at his ass more horizontally. Then I had her stand way far away from him. Much further than she would have thought possible. She complained that she surely couldn't reach him from where she was.

Flogger was up first. I told her to go lightly at the start and aim the tips of the flogger where she wants him to feel it most. She swung awkwardly and stepped in a bit not believing she could reach him and wound up pretty much missing. She reset and tried again, This time she kept still and extended her arm and she got a light bullseye on the center of his panties.

"Wow! You need to stand way back!" She said. That's what I was saying!

She tried several more swings, increasing the speed and power and started really snapping the tips of the flogger right in the center of his panties every time. She was looking more and more comfortable (and david less and less so!).

"Let's practice your fine aim." I said. To help her with her targeting, I thought it was a better idea to take david's panties right off him, which I did, leaving him nude bent across the ball. I told him to spread his legs. david did so, but I noticed he was careful to hide his cock and balls underneath himself in a wise act of self-preservation.

I patted his bare bum a few times and told him to go over higher. david rolled the ball forward so his head was almost on the ground and his feet were in the air. They remained splayed as I had instructed him previously.

I love this position for him, especially with another woman present, as his anal-rectal area has no privacy whatsoever. Having to show off his bumhole like this is part of the disciplinary aspect.

I told Mags to aim the tips where she wanted him to feel it most.

She was very good! The first stroke was dead center of his far cheek. The next was dead center of his near cheek. The next was dead center period, wrapping into his bum crack right at his anus. Bullseye! The she (deliberately) let one wrap around his far flank. Then she did one right across the back of his far thigh, then one heavy one wrapping around into his near thigh. She finished with two more dead center targeting his bottom hole for sure. The flogger very much reddened his bottom and left some nice whip marks as well.

I told her to give the belt a try.

I LOVE the belt. I now find I am buying belts with an eye towards removing them...


I love that I walk around with him in public with his very justifiably feared instrument of correction handy around my waist.

She was unsure how to hold it, and I showed her how to hold it in the classic doubled-up way. She then tentatively tried snapping the belt, and then tried again and got it better.


She did that a few more times and said that her mother used to snap the belt like that and hit her younger brother with it. She volunteered that she never got it as she was always the responsible one.

She then stood way back, having gotten the idea from the flogger, and let fly that heavy doubled up leather belt right to his ass with precision aim. It made a huge CRACK! sound and david cried out and kicked his feet in the air. She went all over his ass and upper thighs with quite some precision and massive heft another half dozen times. She seemed annoyed with david's carrying on and waited impatiently for him to get back into position for the next, and the next, and the next. His bum looked seared, like a steak on the griddle!

I left them at it, those two kids, telling Mags to keep practicing, and walked upstairs to the sounds of a strict leathering.

After a while it stopped and I started hearing the sounds of exercising. But periodically I heard, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK as she gave him his between sets belt whipping.

david later confirmed that he was kept fully nude for his exercise session, and immediately after every single set he was directed (by way of sternly pointed finger) to drape himself over the exercise ball so Mags could practice her full arm, full body, CRACKING belt or WHIPPING flogger swing.

"Oh Shit!" david said she would say as she left a particularly nasty mark, with a huge grin on her face, but then went right on to leave another and another. david said he could hardly believe the severity of the licking he received that day. With absolutely no respite. From an exhausting exercise right over the ball, chop chop, so Mags could practice her lickings, and then immediately onto the next exercise as david had rested his muscles enough. david said he was in complete disbelief the entire session and could only roll with it. He said he was somewhere in between laughing at the absurdity of his being treated this way and crying at the pain inflicted by his very delightfully cruel young exercise mistress.

At a certain point, when Mags pointed, david stood there clutching his bum cheeks with a pleading look in his eyes. His penis fully on display, wilted and soft (the exercise robs blood from down there, and the strict whipping and fear in his heart no doubt had something to do with it as well!) She just pointed more insistently. "Please, it's so sore!" he would moan.

"You like this, remember?" she would say, hoisting him upon his own petard. "Besides, your wife told me to practice."

"You don't need more practice," david would say, dancing from foot to foot, "you're really, really good at it already!" he added pleadingly. All he got was a stern looked and an outstretched arm with finger at the end pointing to his third mistress: the ball, that he would be forced to hump disgracefully for the next 30 seconds.

We computed after that given that he generally does 2 super-sets of 3 sets of 3 exercises. So 18 exercises, plus a warmup run in place is 19 total, times about 6-10 licks each time, so call that about 150 strokes over an hour, plus the practice strokes at the start, another 30 or so, and that's 180 strokes, most with the belt, some with the flogger. Full reach. Full arm. Full follow through. Brutal.

After they were done Mags had david run up to me (still totally nude) and show me the damage.


Lovely, lovely strap marks, all nicely placed. He would be bruised for a week. It totally turned me on (I am so bad!). I congratulated her and said it was JUST what he needed (poor baby - will all his exercise spankings be this strict from now on?)

Mags certainly seemed proud and happy about the job she'd done on his ass.


And I had some of my own plans for his ass after she had left.


yup.. pretty white lingerie for him, another belt whipping from me to remind him to whom he belongs, and then doing what comes natural for a dominant wife who owns a strap-on dildo to a red assed little sissy bitch who gets stripped and severely flogged and belt whipped by whatever woman I say he does. And trust me, the fucking was not gentle!