Friday, June 26

Panty Thief Humiliated

I had a very naughty boy write to me just begging to be punished. He wrote,
Hi Miss Julie. I want to share my first panty experience with you. It happened a couple of months ago and I think I deserve to be punished for what I did.

I was out for a concert with my friend and we decided to crash at his girlfriend's apartment because it was easier. This is where it gets naughty. His girlfriend has a roommate who was out of town and she left a hamper full of dirty clothes in the bathroom. I woke up in the middle of the night and snuck into her bathroom. I found a pair of silky black panties. I started out just sniffing her essence but eventually I tried them on. I had been waiting for a moment like this my whole life. I'm a 25 year old virgin by the way. My cock couldn't contain itself and I got some pre-cum on her panties. The feel of the girly panties made me want to explode. I took one last sniff and placed them back where I got them. When I got home I lasted less than ten strokes. 


I feel my virgin cock deserves to be punished. What do you think? 
Actually kind of gross. The pre-cum bit especially. Ewwww.

An appropriate e-punishment came immediately to mind. I use a variation of it on most of my e-subbies:
OMG rory! What a terrible betrayal of trust!

Here's your punishment: go to a lingerie shop far enough away that nobody would know you. Preferably Victoria's Secret. Approach a salesgirl and tell her your Online Mistress has ordered you to buy yourself a pair of pretty panties, and to send me a photo of you wearing them. Tell her that you stole a girl's panties and the embarrassment of having to do this is your punishment.
Well, by all accounts he did it, and here is his tale. Photo below.
Hi Miss Julie, a few days ago you sentenced me to a punishment and I am writing to you now to tell you I have been well and truly punished.

It didn't go all to plan however. The day after you sentenced me I decided to go to a lingerie shop (not close to where I live but not far away either). Anyway I went in and it was very quiet in the shop. I was super nervous. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized one of the girls behind the till. In fact I went to school with her. I went really red in the face and got out of there as quick as possible.

Yesterday I was out of town for work and I decided it was the perfect time to try again. I eventually found a classy lingerie store. I had butterflies in my stomach when I walked in. There were a few women in the shop, and most notably two really attractive teenagers. I was approached almost immediately by a tall saleswoman when I walked in. She could tell I was really nervous; and I could feel my face blushing. She asked if I knew what I was looking for. I said I was looking for a pair of panties. I think she knew at that moment that I wasn't shopping for a girlfriend or anything like that. She directed me to the panties and said to call her for help if I needed anything.

I felt a little better at this point but I still had to pick out a pair of panties and tell the saleswoman they were for me (as a punishment). There were so many beautiful pairs of panties to choose from. I really wanted a silky pair though. I picked the girliest black silk panties with two ribbons on them. I started to go red as I went to pay for them. I blurted out to the saleswoman "I'm buying these for myself". She looked at me and smiled and said "I had the feeling that was the case sweetie". I told her that my online mistress ordered me to do this as a punishment for trying on a girl's pair of panties. She gave me a stern look and said "well I hope you learned your lesson". It was the most embarrassing experience of my life. When I turned around to leave the shop I noticed the two teenagers were in the line behind me and they were trying to stifle their laughter. My humiliation was complete.

I have to say, though, walking out of the shop was one of the best feelings of my life. I felt alive. Plus I had my very own pair of panties. Which I love wearing by the way. Thank you so much for giving me this punishment.

There we go. A good and proper public panty training as punishment. The saleswoman and both teenagers knowing that he was being made to do this as punishment for being a little perv.

I should have also told him to ask the stern saleswoman, within earshot of the pretty teenagers, if he might be allowed to use her dressing room to change into his new panties? Imagine the fun as he emerged from the dressing rooms and walked out of the store at double time, all blushy faced, as the saleswoman and teenagers smirked at his panty training.

I figure his next stop should then have been the roomate to admit what he did, describe his punishment, tell her he is wearing his panties now, and say that he is required by his Mistress to ask her if he should lower his pants to show her his shaming panties.

Furthermore, he should tell her that his punishment is not over until he is able to find a woman who is willing to take him across her knee, lower his panties, and spank his bare bottom with a hairbrush until he is truly made to be sorry for what he did, any and all witnesses welcomed. Would the roommate have mercy on him and do the deed herself? Or would she refuse and require him to ask again and again and again each woman he meets?

Ha Ha!

Tuesday, June 16

Caning Aftermath

As I recounted on my past post, Husband Caned to Tears, myself, my sister, and a friend got together to give my husband the caning of his life.


In this post I thought I'd discuss the aftermath as I left off the rather long blog post with david still licking his wounds in timeout.

But before reading this, you may also want to make a quick visit over to lil jo's blog, and see his post Tears and Awe. It is his imagining of how the caning would go down after reading that it would happen, but having not read the blow by blow of the event yet. His images are always so delightful!

Welcome back.

Now, a reader left a comment that I thought deserved a post, so let's start there.
Dear Julie, I just want to know if it was also sexually arousing for you (and your friends). I only read "fun" - what does that mean? His butt is so sexy (especially in those pants), that this alone must awake some erotic desires in the women (I hope that, as a man). But is there not the desire in you females to stroke, knead (and even kiss) that sweet ass also? I already asked that.- But afterwards, the sight of his wounded skin: Isn't that a bit cruel? Not sexy anymore! - Tim
We did tell david how "sexy" he was: in his panties, with his cheeks bare, wiggling his bum around after the cane, and so on. But that was more teasing him about his status as a "girl". It's actually not that sexy visually as he looked ridiculous. So, no, not so arousing seeing him. Is his butt "arousing"? Not really. Not in the same way I know that a guy looks at a girl and becomes aroused.

But was the situation arousing? You bet! I had to catch my breath when he came into the living room, so submissively, in front of Sue and Jen. And also when my sister lowered his panties, stripping him bare in front of the three of us. His excitement fully on display. It turns me on sexually to have this control over him. That he does what I say. That I can demonstrate that to other women. Yum!

And yes, there is a desire to stroke and knead (but not kiss), again because it highlights his submission and what we are doing to him.

But his "wounded skin" not sexy? No way! That is incredibly sexy. The marks we left on him, to me anyways, were very powerfully arousing.

I got very aroused as Jen was whipping him with the cane. Her strokes were so remorseless. So completely merciless. And that she absolutely didn't seem to give a shit.


He screamed as her cane hit him. That really aroused me. But only because he wasn't tied up. He had a choice. He could have just let go of his "whipping post" and walked away. He didn't. He held on for dear life and jutted out his ass of his own accord for the next stroke and the next and the next. He was demonstrating his submission. I loved that. That turned me on.

When it was my turn I literally made him cry. He was sobbing as I finished his caning, the tears dripping down his cheeks. But he still stuck his ass out for every stroke. That I had "broken him" in front of my sister and this relative stranger was intoxicating to me. Tears like that must be very humbling for a man.

So, yes, his totally messed up whipped ass cheeks were indeed arousing. Powerfully so.


I had a bit of a debrief with david, and here are some of his reactions.

david tells me that one of the most humiliating moments was when he first came down the stairs in only his pair of panties, and for Jen, a woman he had barely met, to see him like that. He said that was compounded when he was taken across my knee in front of Sue and Jen, and was teased by them as I spanked him like a "little girl" in her panty.

He said he became very aroused as I stood him there in the living room and described how severely he would be caned by us. We actually noticed that physically at the time as well.

He found that Sue pulling down his panties and me poking at his cock with the cane to draw the girls' attention to his erect genitalia was also humiliating to him, but arousing. But this was tempered by the caning he knew was just about to start.

As soon as the caning started there was no longer anything conventionally sexual about it in his mind. It was just pure fiery agony. He confirmed that Jen's strokes completely took his breath away with their unvarnished severity. He was sure she was breaking his skin, but he says he trusted me to keep him safe (the skin was never broken).

The final six from me were the most agonizing of them all, he also confirmed. But he says he wanted them to be the worst. He wanted me to give him the worst of it. He realized after the first stroke that he was actively holding back his tears, so he just let them go. That totally surprised him. He is very hard to make cry. He says he could have made it through without the crying, but he was somehow too exhausted to do so, and it was just an incredible relief to cry through the final strokes.

He was soooo sore right afterwards. He said he almost immediately stiffened up and felt as if he could hardly walk. That more or less stayed with him until bedtime. In the morning he was still a bit stiff, but it was better. Miraculously, most of the marks were gone by then, only a big bruise remained, here where I circled.


I guess the tip of the cane on several strokes must have concentrated there. It's funny. One could not tell the night before that spot in particular would bruise (there were a few other faded bruises as well). By the morning after that, it was hard to tell he had even been caned. He says he still is feeling it today (Tuesday). Not as pain, but more as a lingering reminder.

And this brings us to the wonders of the butt. That place where nature intended wives to punish their husbands. To be able to inflict such pain, and yet have him be completely uninjured, is truly a natural wonder. I guess the nerves are close to the skin, so he gets ALL the pain, but there is all this great padding, fat first then muscle, to dissipate any injury. Hooray for the butt!

Now, let's move on to talk abut his "release".

He says he was mortified to be told he would be receiving "hand relief" from me in front of Sue and Jen especially. He considers this to be a very submissive form of "sex". He has no control at all. He gets excited whether he wants to or not. He is made to cum whether he wants to or not. He can be deprived his orgasm and left quiveringly erect if I so choose as well. As I tease him as he gets close to an orgasm he knows he will beg me for his release. This is all the more humiliating for him when there are female witnesses to his "sexual shaming". He is made into a little tart humping the bed and begging for her orgasm.

All of this humiliates him, and ran through his mind as he was told that would be what he was getting after the caning. Even the fact that Sue and Jen begged off seeing it, but knew it would be happening while they were sipping wine in the living room he says made it somehow all the more humiliating for him.

He had no clue they would show up in the bedroom at all. So when I tied him up and stuffed a cock in his holes, he still had no clue. He genuinely thought I had asked and they had (quite reasonably) left that to me to do in private. So boy was he shocked when they turned up and saw him in his most vulnerable state like that! He was cock out and on the verge of his ejaculation as they barged right in. Their teasing and unexpected manipulations of his dildos were very arousing to him. But at the same time, he said he felt butterflies in his tummy at the situation he was in. As I rubbed his cock the final time to make him spurt he told me he was thinking "no, no, please no!" in his head at the thought of being humiliated like this by losing all bodily control in front of these women.

For me, that part was less sexy than the caning, and more just fun to rub him and make him spurt. This is endlessly fascinating to me! Although what was sexy was seeing his severely cane-marked ass wiggle as he was made to ejaculate down the backs of his legs, and rubbing his own cream into his beaten ass cheeks.

Once the women had left I came right back up to him, relieved him of his dildos, and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. He thanked me profusely for the experience (caning and everything!). I left him bound as I went to draw him his bath.  I added Epsom salts for his no doubt sore ass muscles. When it was ready, I unbound him and helped him into his bath. He had a lot of trouble sitting in the hot water. What a big baby! Once he was in I let him relax there for a half hour. Then I dried him off myself (very gingerly on his bottom) and brought him to bed with me and we just snuggled and talked about the experience.


Mind blowing. I love this kink of ours!

Saturday, June 13

Husband Caned to Tears

What fun: hubby had his butt stripped then striped by no less than, count 'em, three strict ladies!!! And he was literally crying before we got done with him. Here is a quick pic I took of the lower part of his right butt cheek after his panties were pulled back up. Pretty!


Our weapon of choice was the super strict Delrin Cane.


He got 24 strokes: 6 from me to set the pace, 6 from my sister Susan, 6 from our friend Jennifer from the UK, then a final 6 from me to remind him from whom all these blessings of strict discipline emanate. I literally got him to the point of loud cries and big wet tears for my final six as he hung onto his punishment post for dear life.

As usual, I had planned this one out carefully. I have learnt that good "spontaneous" kink is a mixture of preparedness, jumping on opportunities, and solid planning. The opportunity here was Jen who was visiting my sister. Both have a reputation for having a "wild side" and so being somewhat more open minded and liberal in matters sexual. Sue is of course already deep into it, and I am quite sure she has kept Jen (who is a good friend of hers) at least a little bit in the loop as well with our mutual activities involving david. I had planned on adding a little extra touch of more sexually oriented humiliation for david after his caning if the girls were game, which it turned out they were. I figured I should not miss such a golden opportunity by doing less than what was possible. And, of course, I have you readers to think about as well. Need to keep upping my game!

I had taken the afternoon and worked from home. david arrived home after work. He knew what was to happen to him that night and he was both scared and excited. He has taken a few strokes from that cane, but not super strict ones, and nowhere near 24 all at once. So he was darned scared!

Sue and Jen arrived together. We greeted them and david was introduced to Jen for the first time. Jen and Sue got to know one another about 10 years ago when Jen was in Canada. Since then Jen moved back to the UK and became a schoolteacher (of all things, as she was rather wild!). I also knew Jen from then as well, though I was not as close as Sue. The two of them were real "pals" (and I mean, spend the day in bed together pals!). Sue had kept up with Jen and visited her. Jen was returning the favour and visiting Sue. I am quite sure Sue told her about david and I, and over dinner one thing led to another and before you knew it the three of us had made a date for tonight to cane my submissive husband's ass.

When Jen greeted david she patted his cheek with her hand while kissing him on the other cheek and said "I've heard A LOT about you!" Ha Ha! Sue and Jen both wore skirts and blouses, as had I. Sue and I had on a blazer as well.We had agreed on a "professional" vibe for his caning.


Drinks were offered and accepted, and it was Jen who actually kicked off the events by saying "So, I understand there's a naughty lad in need of a caning?"

I chimed right in. "There is indeed! david, go upstairs and change into the little outfit we agreed upon, then come back down here. We'll head to the basement together for your caning." The "little outfit" was a perky pair of red pin-striped panties I had picked out for him, and nothing else.

After david went upstairs Jen confirmed with me "he likes it hard, right?". The harder the better, I said, it's only six (each that is). I told her to go to town as it was his unique opportunity to be caned by a real life UK schoolteacher! "I can't wait to lay a cane across his bum." She said.

I had the cane nearby in the kitchen and went to get it to show them. They were both very impressed by my new Delrin Cane. It's at least a quarter of an inch thick. Quite stiff but still whippy. It won't break, but it will break him, and my guests agreed. They each took it and gave it a few practise swings, whipping it through the air. Both Sue and Jen expressed some doubts of going too hard with that cane. I told them it's what he wants and needs, and they'll hear it from his own mouth to make them more comfortable going all out.

I then asked if they would enjoy a little show after the caning?

"What have you in mind?" Asked Sue. "Something very naughty if I know my little sister!" She added.

I told them I was considering sticking something up his bum and getting him off with my hand IF he's a good little boy during his caning. As a sort of reward for getting through it. "Would you like to watch, or would you rather I did that in private?"

"Oh we want to watch! Absolutely!" Said Sue. "Of course!" Added Jen. "Great fun."

"Then how about this:" I asked, "why don't I take him up to the bedroom to do that, and we'll all pretend that you two aren't interested in seeing that at all. Then just after I've started you two just barge right into the bedroom and say you've changed your minds and thought it would be fun to watch him shoot his load after all?"

They both agreed. It was to be a grand little conspiracy to keep david off balance and super humiliated. He's such a little shame artist that it's just the sort of thing he would love/hate. Humiliated in his panties; humiliated with the caning from the three of us and his no doubt childish reaction to it; humiliated that it would be known by our guests that he was being "rewarded" with a milking afterwards with them chatting down in the living room; and finally humiliated by having the deed done not in private as he would be led to believe, but rather right in front of them as they cheered him on and applauded his little spurt down the backs of his legs, plugged anus uppermost.

I love taking things to the point beyond which even david would imagine I would go. Just to blow his mind, you know? And I suspected both Sue and Jen would be game, even though it was a bit sexual (they needed only to watch, though in fact they each went "above and beyond" on their own initiative when given the opportunity - I think girls in packs are dangerous things for subby boys!)

david came back into the living room. He was all bare except for a little pair of red pin-striped panties with a little bow in front. They were of the "cheeky" design, exposing a lot of lower butt.


He was looking very embarrassed to be just seen like that by Jen. His hands were covering his front.

"Hands at your sides, young man." I said. "we want Sue and Jen to have a good long look at you."

He peeled his hands away from his crotch, displaying a bit of a bulge in his panties. He did look rather mortified!

"What a charming little pair of knickers!" Jen said. Turning to Sue: "You can tell he's deeply submissive by allowing himself to put into a pair of knickers like that and paraded around by his wife, can't you?

"For sure." Said Sue. "That's why we enjoy him so. Have a turn david. Show us your backside."

"Oh yes!" Exclaimed Jen, seeing his Lilly white low bottom cheeks. "I shall very much enjoy caning those naughty cheeks of yours, david."

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am." responded david.

I then proceeded to extract the explicit consent from david that I felt I needed so that the ladies would give it their all and that I had promised them earlier. "david, turn back around and face us." He did so. "You're going to be getting a very severe caning from all three of us down in the basement tonight. You'll be standing up and holding onto the weight machine for balance. Your little panties will be pulled down and you'll be bare naked in front of Sue and Jen. You'll receive 24 strokes total, on the bare. They will all be hard. No safewords. No stopping. No holding back by any of us. Is that what you want? Do you consent to that?"

david's erection visibly grew in his panties as I said that to him. "yes ma'am" he answered weekly.

"I didn't hear you, david." I said.

"Yes Ma'am. That's what I want Ma'am!" He repeated more loudly.

"Did you hear that, ladies?" I asked Sue and Jen.

They both agreed that they definitely heard david's full consent to a no-holds-barred punishment-grade caning.

"Careful what you wish for." Said Sue.

"You are a submissive little pain slut, aren't you?" I asked him.

"yes ma'am" he answered, meekly again.

I continued. "The caning will be very hard for your to take. If you want, I'll be willing to give you a warm-up spanking across my lap before we go down to the basement. Do you want that, david?"

"Do Mistress Sue and Mistress Jen have to witness that?" Asked david in a whiny voice. As if he did not live for that sort of thing!

"Yes they do, david." I answered him anyways, playing along. "They will be right here to see you taken across my knee and spanked like a little girl in her little panties until your cheeks are nice and pink for that cane. Is that something you want?"

"yes ma'am" answered david.

"Then ask me properly."

"Please Ma'am, will you please take me across your knee and give me a spanking?"

"In front of Sue and Jen?" I prompted.

"Yes Ma'am. Please spank me in front of Sue and Jen." added david.

"Ladies, why don't you two have a seat there," I said, indicating the couch. "david, put your spanking chair in front of the fireplace." The ladies sat and made themselves comfortable waiting for the spanking show to start.

(thank you andy at Someone's Gonna Get It - you are a treasure trove of such photos!)

david moved his folding spanking chair from the corner of the room to in front of the fireplace directly opposite the couch Sue and Jen were occupying. I sat and motioned him to drape across my lap. I adjusted him up over a bit more so his nose was near the carpet, hands balancing him, and his toes barely on the ground. I decided I would not be lowering his panties for this spanking. That would happen as the final preparation immediately before the caning.

With him properly in position I then started slapping his cheeks beneath the panty line with my hand. I moved up and over top his panties. I pulled the panties up deeper into his ass crack and spanked the bare flesh now exposed a little higher up. That always makes him squirm as the material both pulls up against his anus and squeezes his penis and testicles at once, an effect my lady guests did not fail to notice!

I also touched up his upper thighs as I, for one, would be aiming a few of those cane strokes down low in that area where he marks best. I worked up from gentle spanks to harder ones, but I can never get much of a rise from david from just my hand. In fact, I could feel his hard erection continuing to poke into my thigh that whole time.

My guests played their bit by taunting david as he was receiving his warm-up spanking. Telling him how submissive he was to be across his wife's knees like that in his little panties. Sue told Jen how he often found himself in that position, but usually with his panties down and sometimes having to wear a padded bra as well, and me with a hairbrush roasting his cheeks as he kicked his feet and begged me to "stop, please stop!" she mimicked.

"Is he often a naughty lad?" Asked Jen.

"Sometimes if he doesn't do a good job on the housework he gets spanked like that." I said. "Or if a healthy dinner isn't on the table when I get home!"

"Ah! Fringe benefits!" Said Jen. "I like that. I've had a few boys and girls over the years on the same arrangement."

Interesting revelation. Jen seemed to have some experience anyways. She did not volunteer that tidbit before. All the better for his strict caning, I thought.

When his butt was properly pinkened for the cane, I fixed his panties and I also reached around underneath him. Sure enough, his engorged penis tip had poked out of the waistband of his panties. I did not want the ladies to see that just yet, so I discreetly fixed his panties in front as well. My handling of his penis obviously did nothing to soften it. I hoped he would not spurt even before we got to his caning! One thing, however, was for sure. After he was put in position for his caning and his panties were lowered to the ground, my lady guests would be witness to one very engorged and throbbing cock! What fun it would be to see how fast we could make it go flaccid by caning his backside. We could even place bets. One stroke? Two strokes? Three?

"Time for the main event." Said Jen, who had held onto the cane. "Let's get that bottom thrashed!"

(ditto)

We all went down to the exercise room in the basement, david leading the way. The reason I wanted to go down there was that we have a weight machine a bit like the one shown below.

I made david stand at the front of it, facing it, bending over slightly at the waist, and holding onto the upright bar behind the seat back This keeps his butt presented at a very nice angle. His head can even collapse into the seat back if that's what he wants, and it just juts his butt out that much more.

I told the ladies I'd give him the first and last six, and they would each give him six as well.

"No fair. You get twelve." Teased Sue.

"Wife's prerogative." I said.

I took the cane from Jen. The ladies stepped back a bit. I lined up to david's left,  touching the cane to his pantied cheeks. There was just enough room to give a good and proper swing.

"Are you ready for your caning, david?"

"Yes Ma'am" he said through gritted teeth. He was already expecting the worst.

"Sue, would you do the honours?" I asked.

Sue stepped forward and lowered his panties slowly down to his knees. She had to unhook them from the pole of his erection.

"Tsk, tsk" I said, moving the cane around to his front and tapping on his hard shaft. "Ladies, come over here and have a look at this." I knew this would be mortifying to david.

"Oh no!" Said Jen, playing along (there was no way this was news to her, as his tented panties had been a dead giveaway).

"My my," added Sue, "Just look at how excited he is at the prospect of getting caned!"

"How many strokes do you ladies think before he gets somewhat less excited by the prospect?" I asked.

"Give him the first six," said Jen, "and we'll inspect again after that."

The attention to david's penis left and the ladies went back to stand behind me and focus their full attention on his bare ass.

I lined up the cane again. I lined up low, just above where butt meets thigh. I moved back and forth for a few tapping trial swings.  Then I pulled back and unleashed a doozy to his ass! The cane made a swooshing noise through the air and landed with a thud right on target.

The cane compressed his cheeks and immediately left a weal. "Well done!" praised both Jen and Sue. At first, david, did not react at all. A couple of seconds later he let out a very pained sounding half grunt half cry. Before our very eyes we could see his first stripe of the evening developing. He danced up and down on his feet a bit and wiggled his bum to dissipate the pain. He settled down when I returned the cane to again lay against his bum. "oh no, oh no" said david softly to himself, anticipating my next stroke.

I waited a good long while between the strokes. At least fifteen seconds or more. I wanted the pain to sink in and I wanted to watch the weals develop.

I aimed my next stroke a bit higher. Another zinger. he grunted immediately as it hit. And then yelled out a second later. "Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow" he said as the pain set in.

"Look at him wiggle his bum." Said Jen.

"Very sexy, david." Mocked Sue.

I then moved the cane down to line up on his thighs. I held it there until he settled down. He knew what was coming next and I could see him bracing himself for it. I whipped the cane down across the tops of his thighs. He immediately stood up straight, let go of the whipping post, and grabbed the backs of his legs. I could see that his penis was already a little wet noddle. Ha! Less than three strokes! But I could not have this. "BACK!" I ordered. "If you let go of the post again I'll be adding SIX extras each time you do. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Yelled out david, still in a lot of pain.

"Do you still want the rest of your caning david, knowing how hard it will be?"

"Yes Ma'am!" said my brave little soldier.

"And do you want Jen and Sue to strike you every bit as hard as I'm striking you now?"

"Yes Please Ma'am!" Said david.

"And will you be letting go of that post again?"

"No Ma'am! I promise! No matter what!"

"Good boy. Three more from me and then it's Sue's turn."

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am!"

"And," I added, "If you take the rest of your caning like a brave little boy, I'll give you an ejaculation after we're done. Would you like that? Would you like a nice release?"

I didn't wait for his answer, as he appeared unsure how to approach it!

"You ladies are welcome to watch that if you want." I said. "Assuming he takes the rest of his caning well."

"That's ok, Julie." Said Sue. "We'll leave you to do that in private." As arranged. She remembered. Yay! I remember thinking how amazing that was going to be. How I was going to put him into the most humiliating, compromising position I could possibly imagine, and then have Jen and Sue walk in on him like that. He'll love it!

I tapped the cane to his butt and david braced himself. I picked up the pace for the last three. I backed off a bit for the next two, but let him have it with my last of the six, right around where the first one had hit.

By this time david was breathing heavily and was clearly in some pain. I handed the cane to Sue and went around more towards the front so I could monitor his expression for a bit.

Sue lined up and gave him a solid thwack, though not so hard as mine. I could see a bit of relief on david's face, believe it or not. "Give it to him Sue. He wants it." I said by way of encouragement. She went maybe a bit harder, but not to my level. He got through his six from Sue with relatively little drama, but still a fair measure of pain for my boy. I went back around and looked at his butt. I touched it and rubbed it where the weals were coming out. They had started as neat red tramlines with white down the middle, but by now were becoming a more angry purply colour. The marks were more extreme on the right side of his butt, and especially farther around towards his flanks. The marks there on his thighs were more extreme still.

Sue handed the cane off to Jen.

"Do the British proud." I told her. I stayed behind david to observe the effects of Jen's caning to his rear end.

Jen lined up and let loose. Unlike Sue, she did not hold back, and I mean at all! david screeched at the top of his lungs, but held onto his "whipping post" for dear life. He knew I was serious about those extra six, no matter the state of his butt.

"Well you did say hard." said Jen with a shrug. To me or to david I was not sure.

"It was perfect. Five more just like that!" I offered by way of encouragement to our UK schoolteacher guest. Maybe she was imagining doing that to some of her more naughty pupils?

"Oh Fuck no! Please!" Exclaimed david.

"Language!" I said. "Do you want to experience the rest of this caning with a bar of soap in your mouth??"

"no ma'am. sorry ma'am"

"And I expect considerably better manners from you. Jen is a guest in our country and a guest in our home. Now thank her for that last stroke and ask her for another, even harder one."

"oh no oh no." said david "oh please Mistress Jennifer, I mean, thank you for that last cane stroke and please may I have another even harder one?"

"Of course you may, david." Said Jen in her lilting, high-pitched British accent. "You really needn't even to have asked for it to be harder, as it was going to be anyways."

The next five strokes that david received were what can only be described as an ordeal of epic proportions. Jen did not back off on any of them so far as I could see. She kept up a steady ten second or so pace between strokes. I could see that david was barely ready for the next when it whipped across his backside and had him yelling and writhing in a paroxysm of pure, unvarnished, pain. But he held onto that post and did not let it go. Brave, brave boy. But his ass. OMG.

"Finish him up?" Asked Jen with a fun and friendly voice, handing me the cane after she finished her six, as if she had not just whipped the shit out of a fellow human being.

Now I had a choice. Let him off his final six? Don't let him off but go light on him? Or teach him which woman he really needs to fear? When I put it like that in my head, my choice was pretty darned clear. Poor, poor baby.

"These six will be the hardest yet, so you be sure to not let go of your post, ok?" I said this to him in a soft voice, stroking his head. He was sweating like crazy. His endorphins going nuts no doubt.

"yes ma'am" he whispered to me, implicitly acknowledging his need for me to outdo Jen for his final six, and prove to the little submissive boy within him that I am his Mistress, and nobody else.

He made a mewling sound as he leaned further over placing his head against the padded back of the seat and putting both arms around the whipping post. This presented his butt magnificently. I rested the cane across his ass, using his now peeking out anus as the vertical reference. I let loose and crushed it!

He screamed from the pain and yelled "NO! NO!" as loud as he could.

"Only five more, baby, and then we're done." I said.

I lined up the next stroke on his upper thighs and let loose another terrific zinger, not holding back at all. More screams and yells, but he held on. The mewling got louder, but he stuck his butt out for me. I struck down hard high across the very crest. We were rewarded with a blood curdling little scream. Nice high mark! "No! No!" he said again as he pushed his butt out for another stroke.

At this point, with only three remaining, the mewling turned to crying. Real sobbing. I put my hand under his eyes and felt tears. Very real, very copious tears.

"He's crying." I told Jen and Sue. They got an angle to look at his face. They were silent. A bit in awe. It was a very moving experience.

I returned to his ass, and let another cut down across the flesh of his bum. He cried louder and the tears streamed out of his eyes. My second last was again to his upper thighs, right into the crease. My last was right across his pair of sit spots, criss-crossing his previous tramlines.

Phew! We were done.

Unlike some photos I have seen, we did not get neat parallel lines across his ass. Our lines were haphazard, at various angles, and all the marks were different in one way or another. I can see how there may be a bit of an art to a neatly applied caning.


I helped david to stand. Sue came over and pulled his panties carefully back into place. He winced as the panties went over his ass. He took several deep breaths and his tears stopped. He looked peaceful somehow. He thanked all three of us, very sincerely, for the experience. And then we hugged and he whispered to me "thank you so much".

"You can take a beating!" Said Jen, a bit in awe. "I was going hard as I could and you just took it."

I also was a bit surprised. I told david that now that I know he can take that, that if he pisses me off in future he'll get his strapping first, and then his 24 cuts of the Delrin Cane after.

"Now up you go, to our bedroom." I told david. You have your treat coming. Ladies, the white wine's in the fridge, please help yourselves while I take care of this."

We all went upstairs. david went ahead and walked very slowly and very stiffly. The marks from his caning were very clear where the skin was exposed under the leg-line of his "cheeky girl" panties. I snapped this photo when we got to the bedroom, telling him I NEEDED a picture.


The rest of his ass was even worse. Just criss-crossed with similar and even angrier weals.

In the bedroom I started piling several pillows in the center of the bed. david stopped me and asked if it was ok if we didn't do this right now. Couldn't we just wait until the ladies had left?

"Oh don't be silly," I said, "they won't hear a thing down there."

"I know, but they know it's happening..." whined david. Perhaps he had had enough for one day? Hmmm... I'll be the judge of that.

I told him his choice was a nice handjob here and now, in the privacy of our bedroom, or I would invite the women in to watch him get a strapping over those same pillows, and then he'd be sentenced, right in front of them, to a FULL MONTH without any kind of release at all. His choice. He chose the handjob.

I had him over the pillows. I put comfy restraints on his wrists and attached them with a little rope to the headboard. I lowered his panties to his ankles and had him spread his legs a little for me. I fished his penis and balls out so they were back between his legs, and made him close up this thighs trapping them there. This has become his favourite handjob: from the back ("doggy style?"). Then I took a belt and looped it around his legs just above his knees to keep his private parts sticking out behind like that (I know, it is very silly looking!).  Being a submissive, he enjoys being tied up for sex, so that he feels he has no control at all. Thus the wrist and leg restraints.

I then got out the lube and the midsized dildo, and gently inserted the dildo into his bottom hole. This operation caused him some considerable ouchiness as I pulled at his well-battered cheeks.

It looks something like this, but add in a messed up cane marked bum!


I then got Adam, my bigger realistic looking dildo with veiny penis and balls and everything, made him turn his head to face me (and the closed doorway by chance), and inserted it into his mouth. As it approached he tried begging off the penis in the mouth. I told him, "no, you know you cum faster when your mouth is full of cock. You suck on that and pretend it's me in my strap-on." As I said that I held his nose and as he opened up his mouth to take a breath I pushed Adam in. No way was he going to be allowed to be barged in on by Sue and Jen without a cock in each hole!

With him all prepared like this I got out the Baby Oil and started rubbing it onto his cock and balls with my hand. I also very gently rubbed his sore little bottom as well. We started getting into the handjob, and he was starting to moan a bit into his cock, when can you even imagine what happens? You got it. Sue and Jen barge right into the bedroom with their refilled glasses of white wine in hand.

"We changed our minds. We think we want to see this after all!" They both giggled.

david let out a grunt through his penis gag that sounded like a muffled "nooo!"

"Is that a cock in his mouth?" Asked Jen rhetorically as she grabbed the end of it and hand fucked his mouth a bit.

"And one sticking out his bum too!" Added Sue unnecessarily, giving it a little in and out action as well.

"And what a position for his bollocks." Added Jen.  "It looks positively painful sticking out back like that."

"Oh, this is his favourite position for a handy, isn't it davey?" I said as I rubbed his shaft and tip in that way he likes.

"mmrmrmmrmph" is all he said through his penis gag.

It really is. With all the bells and whistles.

"Oh, you ladies seemed to have inspired him. I think he's going to spurt!" I told the ladies.

They left off what they were doing and bent down for a closer look.

I slowed down on the final few strokes. Going long and firm right from balls to tip and back down again.

He grunted and wiggled and shot a great big load right down the backs of his legs. Yay. The ladies both applauded his little sex show.

"There we go!" I said as I milked the last drops of semen out of his softening penis onto the backs of his thighs. I wiped the remaining man goop off my hands and onto his punished ass cheeks saying "A little cream on there, sweetie? Is that good?"

I went to the ensuite to wash up, leaving him where he was, draped, restrained, and fully spent in the presence of our two lady guests with one cock in his bum and another larger one in his mouth.

"There we go ladies," I said, emerging from the bathroom, "my wifely duties done."

Turning to david I said "You can stay right there in timeout until I come back up to give you your bath and put you to bed."

"And you better keep those cocks in your ass and in your mouth. If I come back here and see either of them spat out, it'll be the strap across your sore ass before your bath, and don't think I won't because you know I will. Now say goodnight and thank you to Jen and Sue." With that I pulled Adam out of his mouth temporarily so he could speak.

"Thank you Sue. And thank you Jen." Said david.

"For what?" I prompted him

"Thank you for the very hard caning."

"And also thank them for helping to make you ejaculate just now." I added. "Don't pretend that them walking in here and teasing you didn't make you cum."

"Thank you also for helping me to cum." Added david.

"Good boy!" I said as I slid Adam back into his mouth to suck on while in his timeout.

Leaving david where he was, Sue, Jen, and I walked back downstairs. We all agreed it had been great fun, and we postmortemed poor david's bum-bum quite a bit. All the marks and all. And the pain he took. Eventually the conversation drifted to a bit more catch-up between us, and then Sue and Jen left. I gave them both a great big hug and thanked them for helping to make david's fantasies come true.

"You are a great wife!" Said Jen on the way out.

Awwww!

Tuesday, June 9

Husband to be Caned by Friend

Fun times! My husband is about to receive a very strict caning from myself, my sister Sue, and our friend Jen from Bristol, UK!


Jen is an old friend of my sister's, and I got to know her as well when she was living for a year in Canada about ten years ago. She moved back to the UK and became a schoolteacher, and this is the first time I've seen her since, although Sue has visited and kept up.

Me went out for dinner together, just us girls. A couple of bottles of wine were involved. Jen asked about david, whom she had not yet met. Sue made a rather suggestive remark along the lines of me "keeping him well in line". Jen said "Ooooh! Do you spank his bum when he's bad?"  Hmmmm! I have my suspicions that Sue might have shared more than she let on with Jen over the years. If there was anybody she would have shared our escapades with, it would definitely have been Jen.

"Why yes I do!" I shot back.

"How wonderful. I love spanking a man's arse."  (she has a definite British accent!)

"Is that an offer?" I asked Jen. "david's never experienced true British discipline." I said that with a little fun.

"Then I shall have to pop over before I leave and introduce myself." Said Jen, picking up on my playful tone. "Leave him with six of the best across his arse."

"I think we should do it together and each give him 'six of the best'," said Sue. "He'll love it."

"He will!" I agreed. "And if you're serious, I just bought a nasty cane." I said, referring to my new absolutely vicious Delrin cane.


"Oh, I'm serious," said Jen. "I'll leave stripes on his bum if you let me and he doesn't mind. What a wonderful way to get acquainted."

"Absolutely I'll let you. And he'll mind..." I said, "He'll mind us!"

So we arranged the details and we are set for Friday night! Woo!

Wednesday, June 3

Chronicles of a Masturbator

I had an interaction with a subby over email. Here was his email:
Hi,
I am Johnny, I'm 25. I am reading your blog in these days. You are very nice and your blog is wonderful, but are you sure you are not a fake profile? I have seen so many men acting as girls just to laugh at boys, lol. I am not sure you are a man but I have some doubts. Wanna bet? Take a photo showing a three with your hand or just part of your body to prove that you are a girl and a paper with written "Strict Julie Spanks" on it :D You can obviously not show face. If I loose you choose the punishment. It can last as much time as you want. I could take a video as proof. If instead you are a man just say it and I would not tell anyone but you would have to do a dare of my choice. Oh and it will be difficult, of course. Please be honest. :)
Let me know, lol.
Johnny
Well, normally I would ignore this type of question, having already posted various pics of myself, and it being actually pretty impossible to both maintain anonymity and "prove" I am a woman (and who gives a flying leap anyways?), but I thought it would be fun to respond with the requested pic, set him a punishment, and see if he would actually carry it out. So I sent him this by way of response.


He did email back clearly acknowledging I am a woman (duh!), but so far he HAS NOT carried out his punishment. Who knows. Maybe this post will SHAME him into actually following through?????

Then I got to thinking. No fair that doubting johnny should get to see a pic of me that you guys have not, so I decided to post it. While I'm no incredible beauty, I kinda figured some of you at least might want to masturbate to it?

I was pretty sure that my loyal and faithful lil sketch slut, lil josephine, would, especially since I can order him to do so. But I got to wondering, what naughty thoughts pass through the male subbie's mind as he masturbates? So I thought I would centre the post around that thought, and get lil jo to chronicle his own personal masturbation.
Would it be possible for you to masturbate to my picture, imaging me Domming you in various ways? I would love it if you did, and then emailing me back with what thoughts and images danced through your mind as you did. Maybe even illustrated? ...
And here is his response (which, as you will read below, is wonderful stroking for my ego!).



What an invitation! What a photo, a privilege! Like a boi needs an invitation for that. What does a closeted sissy think about when masturbating to a photo of Ms Julie, the epitome of Dominance:

I am honored with Ms Julie's picture to contemplate? Having your picture Ma'am just heightens the 'possible-ness' the nearness. Adding the fact of it being a picture from someone that 'gets it'. an instruction from a domm. I can't resist 



You asked about my actions, technique, but it is pretty boring. i have done things like spank or plug myself, or femme up a bit, even put pegs on my tits. But mostly its just get comfortable and bring in some favorite fantasies. My mind likes to put me in the scene.

(I'd like it to be like this: I am in a full Maids uniform summoned into a living room full of ladies giggling and deriding me. I have to go round and curtsy to each one in turn and kiss their toes first, then i lower my panties to my knees. Perhaps I have to put in a large challenging butt plug first while the ladies egg me on. As i struggle to finish one lady jumps up and pushes the plug home to the applause of the other ladies, Then I put on my 'performance'. I am totally humiliated but as my focus returns to Ms Julie I imagine a few 'encouraging' words from her: 'If you don't come soon I'm gonna tie your cock and balls back between your legs and beat them blue josephine! - you obviously have no use for them.' I become a total whore at this and i don't care or notice whose in the room anymore, I just want to release. This is the point where I would actually cum, as I soon do to mocking laughter. Of course I have been trained to catch my cum and eat it.)

But I prop up my picture of Ms Julie.


I imagine i am in her absolute control. At last i am going to get used and punished like a real sissy bitch by someone who 'gets it', who isn't going to hold back or stop the second i say 'ow!'. Even if i stupidly put my hand back to cover my ass Ms Julie will just whack it out of the way, or say menacingly 'Do you want me to restart the count josephine?'.


To make it more real I go beyond the photo. I imagine I have a business trip to the eastern US and Canada. I find I can get away for a couple of precious days. Amazingly spending a couple of days with Ms Julie becomes possible! So many things i want to experience. I want Babette's (Femme and flogging) Feast!

So here are fragments of an imagined hit-n-run visit to Ms Julies place. The order is random and overlapping - hey its masturbation:
  • Before i fly in to the airport I have been instructed to wear a pink shirt and at least two other visible pink items I have two pink socks on, barely visible under my jeans. I explain this to Ms Julie who is unimpressed at my cop-out. Ms Julie motions for me to stand close directly in front of her. She pinches both my tits eye-wateringly hard through my shirt and doesn't release them. I try not to react in the crowded airport. You really need to learn to do as your told and properly josephine'. 'Shit' I hiss as Ms Julies grip continues... 'Mmm a potty mouth too...'
  • (or) I pause a little awkwardly. How to greet Ms Julie? i move to kiss a cheek but Ms Julie pulls back slightly. 'Nuh-aah' she waves a finger. 'Where's my curtsy?' this takes me by surprise. we are in a crowded airport after all. Ms Julie is waiting. I put my hand luggage down and bob a barely noticeable curtsy... 'Well that was crap.' Ms Julie says loudly. 'Do it again and hold it for 10 seconds...' I'm blushing now, but I do it. Surely people must be staring. Ms Julie smiles...
  • (or) Ms Julie Is waiting for me at the airport holding a pink sign saying 'josephine' with some very feminine bows and a big pair of pink lips drawn on it. Ms Julie greets me loudly as 'Josephine' when I go near her. I am blushing as a few faces turn and smile, or frown. (Do people still hold up signs with mobile phones now??)
  • After my welcome spanking Ms Julie decides I need to learn a no-potty mouth lesson. I get to sit on a hard stool with my panties down. Ms Julie has a light-bulb moment and returns with a sheet of sandpaper to put under my red backside. And I am ordered to write: "I must not use bad words" 100 times with a disgusting tasting bar of soap in my mouth. Mistress says: 'Write carefully jo. if there's any mistakes you're writing that line again 10 times...' 'Efth Biftweff (Gak)'.
  • I couldn't resist, what an idiot, I had to bring that fucking bent wire coathanger along. Already sore from my arrival spanking, I failed to mention the coathanger. Ms Julie spies it in my backpack.  'Oh look!' Ms Julie smiles in recognition. 'When were you going to tell me about this josephine?' 'I ... uh ... I.' 'Was josephine a widdle scared?' (Ms julie uses a condescending babying voice as she playfully swishes it through the air)  'Ahm ...  ah well  um ... well yes Ma'am, a little.' 'Why don't you give me a little demo of how you spank yourself josephine. 20 nice firm strokes...' (a little later) 'fascinating! Do you fantasize that I'm doing that when your alone joey?' (I'm a bit breathless even from this short self spanking. That coathanger stings!) 'Y ... yes Ma'am.' 'Well lets see how reality stacks up shall we?' '*gulp* yes Ma'am.' 'I'll try 20 myself ...' the first strike takes my breath away... i'm an idiot bringing that thing!' I think...
  • Ms Julie is acquainting me (orally) with Adam, her famous strapon/punishment-pegger. I am on my knees, feminized and blindfolded. Hands bound, maybe clipped to a sissy collar.  'Just a second josephine...' Ms Julie withdraws Adam, seemingly to grab for something. I take the opportunity to stretch out my jaw. I hear some quiet movements, a cupboard door maybe?, but Ms Julie has returned. 'OK, open up again darling.' Ms Julie seems to be back with Adam. I open for my mouth to be refilled. I am entered, but immediately there is something different. It's softer, smaller... crap its a real cock!!!. Instinctively I pull back. 'Josephine. Relax. Stop and think. How long, how often, have you thought of this, longed for this?'  As my panic quickly subsides. I take in her words. 'This is a gay friend of mine, Keith. Just think now Josephine. You are with friends...' My mind swirls to catch up. A real cock. No ... but a real cock ... I take 3 - 4 - 5 deep breaths and slowly open my mouth... 


  • Ms Julie says: 'I really wanted to do the plum thing with you josephine and show Sue.' jo: 'I ... I don't know Ms Julie I...' Ms J: 'Oh, I'm sorry josephine (laughs), that sounded like a request didn't it. silly me. It wasn't a request.' jo: 'Yes Ma'am'.  ... jo later gets beaten on his balls also but with a small leather flogger with many tails. Sue thinks this is hilarious and has to have a go...
  • Ms Julie has shared with david that this visitor is responsible for some of the humiliations and punishments david has suffered. jo is trussed up gagged and mortified to be revealed like this in front of david without even an introduction.
david punishes jo with some gusto when he understands how jo has contributed to some painful humiliating past moments. Ms Julie is struck to see a dommy side of david and has a thought: 'david did you want some oral attention from this bitch?' ... jo's eyes widen and he tries to protest into his gag. david looks uncertain. He's thinking about it ... ('Mmm two birds with one stone!' Ms Julie thinks...)
  • there is a figging of course: 'Twenty minutes with the fig jo, remember? only 12 to go.' but being figged with this horrible humbler on I have to concentrate hard not to straighten and hurt my balls. I'm dripping sweat! '11 minute's darling. ...' (Fuck!!!! I scream in my head.)
  • I'm impaled on Ms Julie's punishment stool filled by 'Adam', sandpaper under my balls and a spanked ass. Ms J: 'I didn't think we'd have time for this joey. Aren't you glad we found the time?' jo: 'yeff mfffteff'. I manage breathlessly into my gag. Ms J: 'Oh, I almost forgot to touch up those inner thighs. oooh! I can use your coathanger for that! (gleefully)' ...  'I loved that photo you sent me a while back, how wonderfully the coathanger marked up your inner thighs.' I wimper. Ms J: 'Stay right there joey.'
As I masturbated, looking at Ms Julie's light frame (but obvously fit-n-healthy. I would put it that Ms Julie has that 'I've got my shit together how about you tubby?' type of body. Is Ms Julie 5'8"? I can't remember)


I imagine a scene, or I imagine events, specific toys. realities from my fantasies? This is a beautiful, fit, strong dominant lady. I imagine I'm there with her. I am reminded how I love the idea of a smaller lady dominating a larger man. it has something surpassing any physical dominance, the usual starting point for male domms. I am tallish, just under 6' but not heavy or muscular. A bit loose skinned in places, like my arms, lower belly if the truth be known. but I would bend over backwards, forwards, anywards to maintain submission to this lady. to feel physical pain harsh instructions, scolding, mocking and humiliation. how I'd love to be spanked epicly with all the implements. like chapter after chapter of a good book. Or movements of a symphony from a maestro perhaps. dreaded whacks and forceful intrusions of dildo, plug. There are surprises too: a pinch, a face slap, a position I can't hold/I must hold. Ms Julie doesn't even need to restrain me but she can if its what she feels like. She laughs at my predicaments. I don't have to top from the bottom now. I want/I have all of it. as I wank away a pathetic sissy wannabe.

  • I would want to strip down to bra and panties and heels as soon as I arrive. I want to be femme and sub the whole time. no hint of male status.
perhaps there is no small talk. Perhaps it has been agreed that I must be punished on arrival before anything else for all the annoyance, topping from the bottom and whineyness I have inflicted on Ms Julie over a couple of years. Not to mention a few punishments I have inspired on david that should rightly have been inflicted on me.
  • When I am stripped I am blindfolded. I haven't seen Ms Julie yet. I've only heard her commands. her voice as forceful and confident as I had imagined. Ms Julie finds the heels I have brought along and puts them on my stockinged feet. I feel leather cuffs go around my wrists in front of me. I am led blindfolded and teetering through to another room. Something seems to be attached to the cuffs. My wrists are pulled above my head. a spreader bar is attached between my legs. I wait...
  • I want to be a maid between punishments, peggings etc. serving constantly, bobbing curtsies, mincing about, doing dishes, ironing, etc. Being commanded, corrected... Will i hang the washing on the line? take the bin to the curb?
  • at the end of the first (long) day I am put in a pink babydoll with beautiful pink satin panties that feel cool on my well spanked bottom. I also have pink mittens on to stop me misbehaving (I know what Goddess Gretchen wants here too) Ms Julie adds the final touch of a pink dummy. I cant stop myself from starting to cry at that point.
  • When it comes time to leave I'm gonna ball my eyes out and beg to stay... 
  • I say: 'Umm I did bring this present for you Maam. um its a strap on with a clit and anal stimulator attachment. 
I always thought pegging left all the work with the domme Maam. and not much physical fun. So ... people seem to rave about this thing. you can either set it to various levels or it can vary the intensity to the clit stimulator based on how hard you ... ahm ... use the strapon Ma'am. you can try it later with david if you like Ma'am?...' Ms J: 'Oh no josephine. Get on the bed with your pussy ready right now. Where's that lube...'

(45 minutes later) '... 'Oh! that's orgasm number 3 for me! I've gotta try this on David!...'
This would be heaven Ma'am. My pussy and my spanked ass would be killing me, but if I could please you this much... This is the stuff that sets me spurting.
  • I'd love to insert a scene of orally servicing Ms Julie but this seems out of bounds - david territory. Maybe david could beat my ass and flog my balls during and after me servicing Ms Julie's ... or any time he thinks i'm getting any enjoyment.
But what gets me over the top? Most of all I think about a long, luxurious, thorough spanking, paddling, strapping and *gulp* caning from a Maestro. and then being led bawling and sniffing to the corner by the ear by a small woman. I stand on trembling knees in heels. my thigh backs inner thighs, my butt crack have all had their share. even my cock and balls have been colored by a flogger.
Sue walks in: 'Woa good job Jules!' she seems genuinely taken aback. Ms J: 'Well he really needed this didn't you josephine?'   'Yes Maam!' I say, a little too loud and emphatically. my voice breaks on the next in-breath... 'Thank you Ma'am' I say a little more evenly... Ms J: 'Am I a bad mistress if I peg him again right now Sue - he ... she looks so pathetic?' I wimper despite myself. Sue: 'Oh no darling. I think she'd be disappointed if you didn't.' (both giggle. jo wimpers).

This is the stuff. The thought of being spanked past that point of control into crying and begging and then instead of stopping you pause only to come back with the cane. or perhaps some creative humiliation comes to mind. A spanking is a spanking but there are so many more possibilities for humiliation. Sooo many! E.g. I am in the corner, well spanked with my skirt pegged up to display my ass. You walk past and say 'Stand on one leg josephine'. A little discomfort a little humiliation. it is just a tiny thing, another delightful mouthful at the feast.
  • when I leave Ms Julie gives me a top-up spanking (I must be black n blue by now i think my face is teary and screwed up.) and gives me a parting present of a pair of hessian panties (another idea i have mentioned that is coming back to bite me) to wear on the flight out so that 'I will keep her in mind' she says. (later the stewardess asks: Are you comfortable Sir?...
When I finally come, There is a physical relief. But I feel guilt too. I think I can honestly say if I was with Ms Julie for the weekend I don't think I would be bothered about coming! (Maybe I'm kidding myself but I think this is true). I want all the other stuff, I can have a wank any time. I'd much rather give Ms Julie an orgasm as Ms Julie sat on my face (presumptuous).

Presumptuous indeed!!!

Friday, May 29

An Epic Spanking for my Husband

I conducted an epic spanking for my husband the other day and thought I would share it here. His ass was very messed up and I had him begging for "mercy, mercy, mercy" by the time I was done with him.


Here's what instigated it. We're getting a bathroom renovation done and we have a "bathroom designer", Francesca, helping us to lay it out and pick the materials. david has always wanted one of those toilets that spray water up your ass and then dry you automatically. Only thing is that it's actually quite expensive. We were having our final meeting with Fracesca and we had to make the final choices. I made him beg me a little for it in front of Francesca. As I acquiesced I said,

"Fine, you can have your little toy, but I will make you pay for it after Francesca leaves."

"yes ma'am" he said to me.

Francesca just sort of smiled a bit and ignored our exchange. I imagine she thought I would make him perform some sexual favours on me. That was indeed part of what happened. She might have been surprised, however, at what came before: an epic ass beating. I wasn't really upset with david. He can be such a little boy at times, and a spendthrift one at that. Perhaps more upset with myself for indulging him? At any rate, it would be his ass paying the piper.

After Francesca left I told david to go have a shower and then to wait for me in our bedroom. When I got there he was very clean and sitting on the side of the bed with a white towel wrapped around his waist. I made him stand and drop his towel. His penis was semi erect.

I kept him standing there naked as I gave him a very strict scolding. I was wearing jeans and a white blouse that showed a fair deal of cleavage. I channelled that lady in the hotel room I blogged about a little time ago and really laid into him. Finger wagging. Very loud. Very stern. As I scolded I could see his penis getting harder and harder. Ha! That's how you know you have a subby on your hands!

I sat on an armless chair and pulled him across my knee for a hand spanking. This pinkened his butt.

I reached for my big paddle and gave him a very intense paddling.


My goal was low spank spots angry red with whites in the middle. Mission accomplished amidst much howling from my man.

Then it was face down on the bed for a good old fashioned application of strap oil to his already brutalized butt cheeks. After a good leathering I picked up my rubber strap and used that. It has great "wrap-around" ability, and I used it to wrap around into his inner cleft. I also made him spread his legs wide, tuck his balls away, and used it to wrap around onto his inner thighs which he did not appreciate at all.

I then picked up my thing that is cross between a riding crop and a dog whip is the best way to describe it. I severely striped his ass with that. He was howling and rolling away. I told him he needed to hold still for twenty and if he did not we would start all over from one. I wound up giving him over one hundred strict ones with that whip to his ass and thighs. I had to back off  a bit on the last twenty or it NEVER would have ended. He was SOOOO frustrated that he couldn't last through twenty at a time. Each time we re-started he kicked his feet and pounded his fists on the bed, literally cried, and begged me "Please Julie, please no more!" But as he was doing that he moved his ass back into position and even raised it for the next restart of his twenty dog whippings. I don't mind his begging and carrying on. It turns me on in fact. I only care that his ass is obedient to me.

I think I am one of a relatively small percentage of women who can really enjoy whipping her man this hard. I have definite sadist tendencies. I don't care if he's at his limit, or even beyond it. He won't be permanently injured, I am good enough that I can guarantee that. He will be suffering, though, and for real, and I can also guarantee that. Those weren't no crocodile tears!

After the whip I decided he needed more from my little hard spiky rubber paddle. I put my knee on his back, made him spread his legs wide with his balls tucked up, and continued on going to town on his ass and thighs, especially his inner thighs. His voice achieved a certain pitch of "frantic" as I pulled on the skin with my one hand, flattening it out, and whacked hard as I could down onto it. I did that at the crease where ass meets thigh, effectively eliminating the crease which exposes virgin skin unused to direct smacks. I also did this to his inner thighs, pulling the skin towards the outside and smacking down on the taughtened inner thigh skin. This had him screaming for mercy, bucking under my knee, and kicking his legs like a little froggy.

I got off him, picked up the heavy leather tawse, and made him count out the final twenty.


I delivered each and every one to more or less the same place: low spank spots on the under-curve of his ass. For each one I whipped as hard as I could maintaining good aim, with a twist at the waist, a full arm movement, a whip of my wrist just before contact, and a full-on follow just like Venus Williams or sister Serena might do.


Even on his messed up ass, each stroke still painted a vivid rectangular mark. His ass was getting a grade-A sizzling! After each stroke he screamed, pumped his ass, called out the number followed by a "Ma'am" and then raised his ass for the next stroke. I had to repeat stroke one because he did not say "One Ma'am", and so he got twenty-one instead.

After that final dosing of strict ass punishment he rolled into a foetal ball clutching at his punished cheeks and wailed like a baby. I would have none of this. I grabbed him by the ear and conducted him back to the spanking chair where I again took him across my lap so I could finish him up with my hand while admiring my handiwork. This time he was feeling my hand a lot more! He was very sensitive to a pinch and scratch, and especially sensitive to hand spanks when I again tautened his inner thighs and low crease. Even my hand spanking had him begging for me to stop, which was unusual.

After having my (very considerable) fun with him, I put him on his knees and comforted him.


Then I led him to our bed, put him face up on it, stripped myself, and sat on his face looking down his body. I made him very thoroughly eat out my asshole as I used my Hitachi to get myself off THREE times in a row!!!


While he had shrivelled during his spanking, being made to eat out my asshole brought his cock back from the dead. I decided I would be merciful and allow him a release.

I used restraints on his wrists and on his ankles. I had him face up on the bed. I tied his wrists up above his head to the headboard. I then used a rope to pull back his feet towards the headboard also. This made his cock point directly at his face and displayed his punished ass and thighs for my enjoyment.

I got out some lube and started vigorously jerking his cock.


At the same time, I lightly fingered and spanked his prominently displayed asshole and balls with my other hand. To "encourage" him, I told him that if he didn't cum soon he wouldn't be allowed to cum at all, and instead I would get the dog whip back out and use it on him in his heels over head state, and that if I did that his asshole and balls would not escape my cruel little whip. I knew all I needed to do was to say something like this and as I did so I could in fact feel his excitement grow.

"Right in your face, you little slut!" I taunted him. "Open your mouth. OPEN IT!"


The first spurt hit him right in the eye! Oh dear. I adjusted my aim and got most of the rest into his mouth, with some splattered around his face. I milked the last bits out of him and onto his lips, and then scooped up all the cum with my hand and fed it to him. House rules: if he spurts he eats.

After I let him up, oh my goodness but was he ever sore. He usually makes a dash for the bathroom to wash the taste of cum out of his mouth. This time he kind of hobbled towards the bathroom with his legs spread wide like a little cowboy in chaps after a hard days' riding! I can report that he had genuine issues with sitting down the rest of the evening, and I felt a little smirk come on each time he rubbed at his inner thighs, which were the most sore. By next morning he was still a bit sore and a bit bruised in some of the more tender spots. Too bad he had a massage therapy appointment later that day. His therapist always bares his thighs and cheeks.


She would definitely see the lingering evidence of a well-disciplined husband (nothing she has not seen already). Perhaps the massage will help the bruises heal quicker?

So, long and short of it is that he will be getting his bum-washing toilet, but I truly believe that he paid for it in full.

Man but I love beating his ass raw!