Thursday, June 23

Strict Julie Swallows!

Yuck. I did it. The whole load. Blechhhh!


As you may have read on my last post, Husband Hosed and Switched, I got a little over zealous with my husband and injured the tip of his penis while switching him. His bare penis got abraded by the tree I had him tied to. Some say it was his fault for moving around so much, but I blame myself.

In situations like this, to remind me to be a good Domme, I feel it only right that I assign myself a penance and then carry it out. My husband does not know I am doing this. That would be doing subby hubby no favours. I do it quietly with him none the wiser.

My readers helped by suggesting a few possible punishments in the comments. Several suggested I need to give his cock some TLC with my mouth as penance, and I was thinking along those same lines myself.

It's not that I hate giving head. I've had a lot of experience, with several different first boys then men over the years. I've got my bag of tricks, and I don't dislike it. However, it has always struck me as a bit of a subby thing to do, especially if you let him cum, and even more especially if you let him cum into your mouth.

Which brings us to the age old question of spit or swallow. When a male is sufficiently fortunate to have me give him head, I am firmly, firmly, in the "spit" camp.


I know it's not nice for a boy to watch us girls run to the sink and spit out their precious ejaculate as if we were vomiting, but I personally find it really nasty tasting. Right from that first taste of pre-cum to the goey load that follows, it's just not pleasant. In earlier days  I would do just that, right into the sink. Later on, my more usual go to is to spit it into his mouth for him to swallow. I mean, if he honestly thinks I should do that, then what's good for the goose is good for the gander!

So, for my penance, I decided I needed to swallow. I knew it would be difficult, but it needed getting done.

That's me alright

I had him stand in front of me. I got down on my knees, dropped his pants, and put his cock in my mouth. I started sucking on it. I let it go a bit deep which gets my saliva flowing, and then I use it to the max. I am always super careful with teeth, of course. If he feels teeth it's because I want him to.

I guided his hands to the back of my head and encouraged him to pull me onto him. He must have thought I'd gone mad. Here's a quote from Cosmo (A Blow Job Beginner's Guide to Spitting or Swallowing) that's just too good to not reproduce here.
Speaking of which, let's talk about face-fucking real quick, because you can't ask your mom about it and the hypersexual 12-year-olds on Yahoo Answers know nothing. At the risk of being indelicate, face-fucking is where a guy grabs your head and fucks your face like it is your vagina. Or, if you would rather I be more delicate, it's when a gentleman makes love to your mouth while leaving your petticoats down and your hands free to needlepoint.
There are some things that a lot of men like during blow jays that you might not be so into, because porn. Gagging on a penis, choking on come, watering eyes, general discomfort. Not something most women spend all day looking forward to, but guys like it.
I did receive some of the above mentioned "face fucking" and other general unpleasantness.


Not very long after I could taste (yuck) it coming, and then very soon after several hot warm spurts down my throat and onto the roof of my mouth.

Ewwww. I could barely swallow it. I seriously considered backtracking.


But no, penance is penance, so I sucked it all in and swallowed every last drop like a proper little slut.

So cute. I would fuck her in a second!

When david asked me what had gotten into me, I told him that I just felt like doing that today, and he better not get used to it!

Thursday, June 16

Husband Hosed and Switched

Well summer has finally arrived in Canada-land. My husband and I were outside cleaning up the patio. We had just bought a fancy new garden hose as our old one had sprung leaks. His job was to hook it up and figure out how it worked. Not so easy as it is an "X Hose". First you turn on the water, and the hose expands. And then you flip a valve, and the water flows. Very complicated for a hose.


I was doing some planting and must have looked very hot and sweaty, so my darling, darling husband thought it would be "fun" to try out the new hose on me. He didn't drench me or anything. It was just a quick squirt that caught me by surprise.

He wanted to play...

I threw down my gardening implements and chased after him. He gave me another little squirt as I came after him, but I managed to grab the hose from him with one hand, and grab him by his ear with the other.

I marched him into a corner of our small patio garden. "Strip!" I told him.

"Out here?" he complained, "Someone will see!"

"Good. Strip." I said, pointing the hose at him as if it were a gun. It wasn't serious. We were both giggling.

Our next door neighbors could theoretically see into our patio, but I didn't think they were home (and so what if they were!). The patio garden opens to the street in our residential neighborhood, but there's a relatively high fence around most of it, and our garage on one side, our house on the other. Somebody could walk in from the street through the patio gate, but what's the chance of that?

He started removing his clothes. I made him hand them all to me until he was completely bare naked. I put them down on the patio table and turned back to him. He was naked and cornered. I lifted the house and started spraying him. I adjusted the stream to maximum power and drenched the shit out of him! Ha Ha! I got closer to him and sprayed at all his dangly bits and between his ass cheeks. I stopped the hosing, made him face me with his hands on his head and back against the wall. I then took dead aim at his cock and balls and sprayed them hard from maybe five feet away. Ouchie! He covered and cowered and I just kept hosing him down with the cold water all over. Payback!

Squirt a Strict Domme Wife like me will he? I wasn't done yet.

I told him not to move. I got my garden shears and took a couple of fresh twigs from our trees. With my garden knife I prepared them into perfect switches.

Ms. Amber Pixie Wells (http://spankingpixie.com/).
No doubt cutting the switch to be used on herself,
but I can see her power and confidence shining through
that she could easily be cutting that switch to use on YOU!

I put one down on the patio table next to his clothes. The other I held in my hand and swished through the air a few times.

"Come here," I told him.

"oh oh..." said david as he approached me, all wet and naked. I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and then started switching him with my right.


In an attempt to get away he danced 360 degrees all around me, yelping and jumping as I switched his ass, legs, and flanks. We made another turn, and another, and another until I wore out that switch.

Then I took him to a tree against our back fence. I told him to wrap his arms around the tree and hug it. I ducked into the garage and came out with a short length of nylon rope. I quickly tied his wrists together around the tree. I am very good with knots.

I got the other switch I had prepared and came back to him at the tree. I then started whipping him with the fresh switch to his ass. He tried to shirk away from me but he could only get so far, tied up as he was and blocked from moving fully around the tree by the fence. But I was also a bit indiscriminate. Equally happy to switch his legs or flanks if they offered me a better angle.

I didn't know it at the time, and he did not use his safeword, but I injured his penis a bit against the tree. He rubbed it against the rough tree bark as he tried to avoid his switching. It wasn't too bad, but it was chaffed from the tree bark and might be sore for a couple of days. I am considering punishing myself for that. It was careless of me. Suggestions, sigh, welcomed.


At any rate, I did not know that at the time, so I wore out that second switch on him as well, shattering the end and breaking it in two as he made frantic cock love to the tree bark.  I told him he could stay there, tied naked to the tree, switch marked, and still wet, until I returned to untie him. It was warm and sunny so he would be fine. Then I went into the house leaving him there.

Of course, fear of discovery must have been uppermost in his mind. After about five minutes I left our house quietly through the front door and walked back around to the patio gate. I even put on my heels so he could hear them clicking as I came. I then yelled out in a disguised voice, "Hello? Julie? Are you there?"

I walked onto our patio from the street and he was just cowering there, tied to his tree. He was very relieved that it was just lil ol me! I untied him and kissed him and sent him inside to lick his wounds as I continued my gardening.

Overreaction to a little hose fun?  Maybe!

Here is what his bum looked like after his switching.
You know you're getting a bit "Internet famous" when you
search Google Images for "spanking marks from a switching"
and find you husband's ass on the top row!

That's pretty good too.

This one also

This is a girl. Nice neat lines though.
She clearly didn't jump around like my man did!

This little one got tied up then switched.
Sort of like I did to david, but I made him hug his tree,
which explains the chaffed penis!

Saturday, June 4

The Humiliating Consequences of Carelessness

A very sexy scene the other night that started out with a potentially missing wallet...


david was at work, it was midday, and he had gone out by himself to grab a quick standup lunch. That's when he noticed that his wallet was missing. I'm sure most of you are familiar with that sinking feeling. He thought back to where it could possibly be. He and I had gone out the night before and he remembered getting some cash out of his wallet to pay for parking. Sometimes he is careless with his wallet in that situation, and just throws it into the door pocket. He thought it might be there but he was not at all confident in that.

So he hurried back to where he parks the car, about a ten minute walk. All along the way he was imagining everything he would have to do if the wallet was lost, such as cancel credit cards, get new driver's license and health card, and so on. Then he imagined how amazing he would feel if he opened the car door and there it was. And the opposite, imagining opening the door with great anticipation, and then after a frantic search it not being there, and that sinking feeling.

Not being a religious man, he did however start "making deals" with The Universe.

One thing he had been thinking about recently (unbeknownst to me) was asking me to take him out on a humiliating shopping experience looking for a babydoll nightie. We had just done the pants shopping thing, and that got him thinking about it. However, he had decided against asking me to do it. It was just too humiliating. Did he really need that in his life? What if he was recognized? So he had talked himself out of it.

As he was walking back to the car to look for his wallet, he decided on the deal he would make with The Universe. If only his wallet was there in the car, he would ask me to take him shopping for his babydoll nightie. As he says it, his INCREDIBLY STUPID promise.

Well, sure enough, the wallet was there. Not in the door pocket, but rather on the driver's seat car floor, just ready to spill out onto the pavement. Very careless! And now to make it right he would have to subject himself to that incredibly humiliating shopping experience.

He told me this whole story when we both got home. No time like the present, I said. Wouldn't want The Universe getting mad at my dumb bunny hubby by putting it off.

But first... across my knee for a bit of a comeuppance with the hairbrush. I gave him a good scolding for his carelessness as I spanked his bare bottom rosy. Across my knee we developed a new method for what he would do each and every time he got his wallet out to pay for parking. It involved putting it away in the right place. And then checking one more time it was put away in the right place before driving off. I made him repeat the steps of his new method to me as I reinforced the lesson into his naughty bare backside with my hairbrush. Some males can just be so dense and they need the fanny pain to help them to remember ;-)

After his well-earned spanking I told him to put on a pair of panties. This pair in fact.


He had promised The Universe a humiliating shopping experience, and I was determined to make sure that happened. I knew he would be trying on nighties, so he needed something that would look cute with them: therefore these panties. I decided that we would go to Addition Elle, a store for the larger woman with a great collection of lingerie. We had gone to one previously to buy him panties and we were treated very well. I let him know where we were going and that I would certainly let the salesgirls know he was in panties, and he would be trying on that babydoll with pants off and panties on.  david looked very pained at that announcement, starting to realize what he was in store for.

There was an outlet nearby that we drove to quickly.


I took him by the hand and we went right on in towards the lingerie area.


How embarrassing must this be for my husband? Going into an "inner sanctum" like this and knowing we were there for him and would be making no bones about it. I myself was feeling a bit nervous as well. I always am nervous, fearing that we would not get a good reception, or that I would offend the sales help.

It was one of their smaller stores and was quite empty. The only people there were two employees so far as I could tell. One of them approached us. A young plus sized shorter gal with pale skin and red hair. She asked if she could help us with anything. Another employee was right nearby as well, hanging out behind the counter.

I launched right into it.

"Hi! I hope this is ok. That it doesn't offend you or anything, but we're looking for something for my husband to wear in the bedroom. Something sexy."

She looked a little taken aback by that, but was not mean or anything. Just a bit surprised. She tentatively asked us "what kind of thing are you looking for..." But she did not look comfortable.

"More like sleepwear, or lingerie, but sexy?  Not panties, he has panties. He's wearing a pair right now in fact," I ventured.

This first girl was still looking a bit uncomfortable, and that's when, fortunately, the lady who was behind the counter stepped up and took charge. The first seemed eager enough to yield the floor. This other lady was absolutely gorgeous. He name was Leasa and she looked a lot like this photo.


First she put us right at our ease. She told us not to be worried in the least. They have more guys than we would think coming in and they are always happy to serve them. She was friendly and warm and open. david looked incredibly embarrassed, nonetheless. She saw him blushing and looking down at his feet and she teased, "don't be like that, it's fine, no need to be embarrassed."

"But it's so embarrassing," said david.

"I know it is," she answered with a grin, "but we'll get you through it."

The she went to a rack and pulled down a corset of all things and said "how about this?"


It was a gorgeous Ashley Graham Glamour Corset with matching Dessee thong panty. All glorious white satin and lace. How amazing that she went right for the most humiliating garment possible!

"What do you think, david?" I asked. I could see he wanted it despite the embarrassment of now needing to say so out loud.

"That... that... looks good," he stammered. My little shame slut could not resist agreeing to anything our pretty sales lady suggested!

I also asked about a nightie, and Leasa showed us a few, including things I would characterize more as sexy slips that looked like the below.


I asked Leasa how we could know it would fit. Should he just slip it on on here in the store over his clothes?  Leasa said "He can try it on, of course. Let me get you a change room." We followed her into the change room area.


She said she would put us in the larger room so we could go in together and have some fun (!). We went in, david and I, with the corset and the nightie. Leasa closed the door on us. The walls were high, but there was space above so that everything we said could definitely be heard.

"Ok, david, take off your clothes," I said in a strong voice. "Leave your panties on". This was definitely overheard by Leasa.

"Let's try your nightie first." I helped david to slip it on over his head. He was dressed in nothing underneath except his polka dot and lace panties and had become erect, pushing out the front of his panties, his cock and balls clearly outlined.

"How's everything? Does it fit?" asked Leasa from outside the door.

david opined that it did not fit that well. The 1x was bit tight around his middle. I opened the door and invited Leasa in for her opinion. david practically died and cowered in the corner as Leasa walked in. I made him step out and pulled at the material at his midsection to show her.

"A bit tight," she agreed. She approached david, "may I just double check?" and she reached for the back of the neck to confirm the size. "It's a 1x. I think he needs a 2x." She left to go fetch some, closing the door behind her as she left.

david was in shock. Ha ha! There he was in nothing but a humiliating pair of panties and a very short and sexy slip in front of a complete stranger. The bright pink of the panties poked out every time he moved in stark contrast to the black satin of the sexy slip. The Universe was starting to exact its payment, for sure.

I told david he should try on the corset. I took the slip off him and we stuffed him into his corset. It had a dozen or so metal clasps at the front. Between the two of us we were able to get it on, though it was a tight squeeze. Surprisingly, once we saw it was on, we realized that the fit was just perfect and gave his body a nice curvy appearance which was quite womanly, including large breasts. The breast cups were sufficiently stiff and supportive that they held their shape without any help. Oh my gosh but he was adorable in it! He put on the white thong panty as well, on top of his pink panty.


Leasa came back with a whole bunch of nighties, and draped them all across the top of the doorway.

"The corset is perfect," I called out to her. "We're definitely taking that!" I couldn't wait to show Leasa david in the corset she had picked out, but decided to leave that for the end. We still had nighties to try on. We tried on several of the nighties / slips, but a black satin and lace slip in 2x looked sexiest by far. I opened the door and invited Leasa back in to have a look. david had the nightie now over his corset.

"That looks like a good fit," said Leasa.

"The corset too," said david. It was clear he had it on under his nightie because of the white bra cups just poking out the top, and his shapely shape. I thought we should give Leasa a preview.

"Lift up the bottom of your slip," I told david, "let Leasa see."

david lifted the front up to his waist to show the bottom of his corset and his dual panties, white satin over pink polka dot. He was erect and the panties held his cock up against his abdomen. But the outline of his cock and balls were clearly visible through the shear material of the panty.

"Very Nice!" said Leasa, in reference to his corset or to his package, I'm not quite sure. Not a gal to be intimidated in the least. david, of course, was very humiliated to be forced to display his current state of sexual arousal at being dressed en femme to this strange lady.

Leasa left again with some of our discards to put away. I took the nightie off from david's head but left him in the corset for now.

"Leasa, you have to come see the full effect!" I called out to her.

She popped back in and now got to see david in his full glory wearing only his corset and panties. He looked so exposed like that in his panty and with a corset that slimmed his waist, broadened his hips, and made him look like he had large feminine breasts.

I made him turn to show it to Leasa from the back. The evidence of his earlier hairbrush spanking was still quite clear to see exposed beneath his cheeky pink panty. Leasa didn't comment on it, but it was clear as day that he had been spanked, and spanked soundly, before coming here. I made him turn back around to face us. "Your cheeks are blushing," I told him. The comment applied equally to his face and to his butt!

"He's really rocking that," she said, referring to his corset. "I'm envious. He wears it better than me."

"She is rocking it," I agreed, emphasizing my use of the feminine pronoun. As I said this I stepped behind him and gave him a big open-handed whack to the seat of his panties. That made david jump and blush furiously in front of Leasa, and become ever more erect under his panty. She had a big smile on her face. It's lovely to "turn the tables like this" and sexually objectify a male with pretty lingerie and a smack to his shapely seat.

The corset has stocking stays, so of course we needed some stockings. "We need stockings with these," I told Leasa. I followed her out to the stocking area. "You stay there," I told david, leaving the change room door wide open. david again found his corner away from the door and cowered in it, not thinking he was allowed to shut the door if I hadn't. Smart boy. Saved himself a licking!

Leasa and I selected a black stay-up stocking with lace at the tops. We would both have preferred white but they were all out.


We went back into the change rooms and I finally allowed david to re-dress in his boy's clothes (except for his panties, of course). I then handed david all his selections and told him that he needed to go and pay for them now.

As Leasa took her time ringing up his purchases we exchanged a bit of banter between the three of us. david turned to me and hugged me and said "thank you so much for doing this for me!"

Leasa volunteered that she thought david looked really sexy in these things.

"Well I'm going to take him right home, dress him up, and ravish him," I said.

"Will you give me a spanking too in my girl's clothes?" asked david, softly, hopefully, blushing. The shame slut!

"Another one? Of course I will, sweetie, right across my knee. I won't even need to pull down that sexy thong, though I might anyways," I responded devilishly. "You're going to have such a red little bottom, even redder than it is now," I added.

"You guys sound like you're going to have a fun evening!" Said Leasa. "My evening is going home and watching Netflix."

I was of course tempted to invite her over after work, given that remark. But something about the way she was interacting with us made me think she was fine with a married couple getting it on, but that suggesting she be a part of it would not necessarily be welcomed. I certainly didn't want to spoil the experience at this stage.

"Thank you so much for being so much fun and being so accommodating," I said instead to Leasa.

"No problem at all," she said. "We're really open and inclusive of everything here," she added. "Were you ok with it?" she asked my david.

"Yeah, but it was embarrassing," replied david.

"But you wouldn't do it if you didn't like it, right?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am" said david to her.

"Next time we'll have to get you into a bra," she said. Oh my gosh, I think she knew all about what cross-dressers want!

Leasa had a fun smirk on her face as I again took david by the hand and led him out of the store to be dressed up, spanked again, and thoroughly ravished.

Here is the full ensemble we bought for david.

david allowed me to take some "private" photos of him to share with Sue. Aren't those legs pretty!

Someone's gettin' paddled!

And here is my husband after I further reddened his cheeks across my knee as promised.
The spots are what happens when you give a paddling on top of another, apparently.
My but how he kicked those pretty stockinged legs and hollered.
Doesn't the lingerie frame the target area perfectly?

Thursday, June 2

Sadistic Julie

For some reason, recently I have gotten into comment exchanges regarding my being "overly sadistic" with my david, and risk harming him psychologically. Other choice comments are "If I find out my wife was capable of doing that to me, or that she was turned on by seeing me in that state, I would get rid of her in a hot second." and "In other words, even if I said I wanted that, I would not feel good knowing that she enjoyed it."

While my first thought was that point of view is narrow minded and intolerant for an ostensibly kinky person, I decided to cover my bases by checking in with david on the severity level of his spankings.

So quite outside of any scene I sat down with him and we discussed it. He told me that I am not going too hard on him, that the severity is just right for his taste. He enjoys the variety of severities that I dole out, and he feels most submissive when he is being spanked the hardest. He really appreciates that he feels completely safe when I am spanking him.

I asked him if he was turned off knowing that I enjoy going really, really hard. He thought I was crazy for asking that. He said of course not! He said he loved knowing that the harder he gets beaten the more turned on I get, and he said it eggs him on to take harder and harder spankings. He said I was surely one in a million and that it was a great gift to him that things turned out this way. So sweet!

He did say that he likes to vocalize during his spankings, and say things like "no, please no, please stop" when the spanking started getting really intense. He says it helps him feel even more submissive. But recently he is feeling he has to hold back on those vocalizations because he has noticed that I lower the intensity or soon end the spanking after he says things like that, and that is not at all his intent. Now what's funny is that of course I know this about him, even insist on the vocalizations to express himself, and am not conscious of reacting that way to his vocalizations. In fact, I assumed I was doing the opposite!

Well, as it happens with us spankos, talking about this put us both in the mood for a spanking! david asked me for a really, really intense paddling to his lower butt cheeks. I promised I would do that for him, and promised it would get harder when he started begging for it to stop. But then I wondered how would I know when I had passed his high limit if I am giving up my usual methods of assessment. So I decided I should start back as a beginner, and gave him the "Yellow" safe word to use when he had passed his limit.

I went and got my little hardwood paddle. I made david strip to bare. I took him across my knee and told him this was going to be a no-holds-barred grade-A punishment paddling. Just what he asked for. He squirmed across my lap and I could feel his hard cock digging into my skirted thigh. He was clearly excited for his punishment paddling.

I started in and immediately went hard at his twin spank spots.  Before too long I was getting the reaction I expect from him. It felt nice knowing I had the yellow safe word. It was liberating. It was liberating me to spank him harder and harder.


Now this is where the sadist in me starts coming out. Usually I keep her caged up, but for these intense spankings I let her out to play!

When I start seeing the legs shaking, the feet kicking, the fists clenching and hitting the floor. The sweat. The eyes watering. When I hear his crying out at the strikes. When I see his butt start to go past red to something nastier. Well that's when I start getting turned on. I simultaneously start getting angry at him for not taking it better. "You little wimp!" I think to myself as I see him struggling under the paddle. "You will fucking take more and I don't give a shit, you pansy-assed excuse for a man."

Oh fuck. That guy's right. I am a terrible woman!

I was spanking him harder and harder and then the begging and pleading for it to stop started in.

"Julie! Please! No more! I've had enough! Please no more! PLEASE!!!"

It's funny because I caught myself at that moment in exactly what david was telling me. I really felt the urge to back it off and potentially end it at this point. I mean, it is really hard to get past the pleading. It was like a psychological impediment to my continuing.

I guess there's some small modicum of redeeming decency left in me.

But I was on a mission, at my husband's very specific request, to erase even that from my soul, so I totally ignored his cries and pleading and just kept at it, hard and fast as I could by now.

I was really exerting myself, and with a pretty heavy paddle, and still I did not get my Yellow! I reminded him "I still haven't heard that magic word from you. You remember what it is don't you?"

"I know what it is," he said, "but I swear I won't use it. I swear!" And then he even raised his ass up high submissively across my lap, his ass begging me for more. I obliged.

I judged we were done, and david had submissively taken all I could dole out. But I still wanted my Yellow. I told him, "If you don't say your magic word, you won't get to get on your knees right here and now and lick my pussy!"

"Yellow! Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!" he cried out.

He slipped off my lap onto his knees in front of where I was seated. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties to the side of my cunt, and started licking me. Did I ever cum hard and fast I was so turned on!

It was so amazing.

"What do you want?" I asked him. "You can have anything you want right now," I offered him. He would have been allowed to fuck me in the ass if that's what he asked for.

"May I lick your asshole while I jerk myself off?" he asked. He was still feeling a mite submissive.

I smiled at him and took him upstairs to our bedroom. I put him face up on the bed. Right on his sore ass. I fetched my Magic Wand, plugged it in, stripped, and sat on his face looking down his body. I told him to get in there properly and lick!


He did so after licking his right hand and jerking his hard cock. I love the visual of him jerking his cock. I used the vibrator on my clit. I saw he was getting ahead of me so I told him to drop his cock. I loved that it was rock hard, sticking straight up, glistening, and quivering with the anticipation of an ejaculation.

I got myself closer and told him to start rubbing himself again, but to ask me for my permission before cumming. He asked me for permission and I told him no, and made him put his hand by his side again. Remember, he still has his tongue licking my asshole this whole time. The I let him go again. I am right on the edge, and then he asks for permission and I grant it this time.

He sticks his tongue into my ass as deep as it will go and frantically rubs his penis. Then he spurts a giant load onto his tummy and that's too much for me, because I cum hard again watching his semen spurt as he bucks and writhes beneath me.

OMG...

So, yes. Guilty as charged. An inveterate unapologetic sadist and proud of it.

Tuesday, May 24

Interview with Julie

My 'lill sketch slut asked if he could interview me and if I would post the responses on my blog. Happy to!


1. How early on did you discover your own kinks, were their early life experiences where you look back and think: 'That was one of the first times my response was definitely dommy!'?

I didn't know I was for sure kinky in this way until my husband asked me to spank him about five years ago.  But I was kinky in other ways, for sure. One man asked me to pee on him when I was quite young. I did it and found I enjoyed it a lot. He even licked me as I was peeing and that felt soooo good! For some reason I did not tie this activity into BDSM at all and did not pursue anything else (I was young and confused). I just thought he was into this one thing.

I did totally enjoy being a cock tease in high school. I enjoyed getting my dates hard under their pants and not doing anything about it. I distinctly remember enjoying that. I was not afraid of sex (and did give a few hand jobs and blow jobs when in high school), I just found I really enjoyed sending them home hard also.

As a child, I was definitely the bossy one!


2. At what point did you become aware of david having a submissive side? Was it very early or was it some years in? Was it a particular event or did it just come out in conversation? Was it part of the attraction to him?

I was actually pretty clueless until his "great reveal" to me, and that was already several years into our marriage, plus a couple of years dating before that. My boy could sure keep a secret!


3. Do you think that david has become more submissive over time as you have played more intensely?

I don't think so. I keep pushing it more and more and discover new depths in his submissiveness, but I strongly believe it was there all along, it was about how much I had the skill to access.


4. Does david ever act 'macho' or protective of you?

He definitely does and I love it. There was once a confrontation with some drunks in the street and david was cool and composed and navigated our way out of it with assurance. It even got a bit physical and he did not show the slightest fear, which turned me on (after the fact!). Made me want to beat the crap out of him! This man, who was willing to take on three drunks in the street, would submit to me for his beating. Yummy!


5. Do you think there is a clear division between punishment and play spankings for you and david?

They are all play spankings, though our favourite play acting scene is strict wife and misbehaving husband for which I often pick out some real life thing and scene him without warning. Of course, this is where the lines get blurred. After it's all said and done, though, we both know it's a scene and debrief on it after the fact.

On the other hand, if he messes up, he knows a scene might be on its way, and he never refuses once I start in. So he does get punished for real things, but equally so for made up things (I got him legit punishment paddled by his trainer the other day for a totally made up offense).

So it's all very capricious and delicious!


6. Have ideas from your followers fed into how your relationship with david has developed or has it just been at the level of giving you occasional play ideas that have been fun?

Some ideas have been very concrete. But mostly it's just general inspiration and encouragement for me to outdo myself! He's had more public scenes than you can imagine in part because I receive such great feedback from my readers on those.


7. There is plenty of third-person play on your site, as with shop assistants in your recent post. This seems like something that might go out of control with unexpected negative reactions? Is this a concern - or part of the fun?

It for sure is a risk and it gets both of our hearts pumping like crazy with the adrenalin, so it is part of the fun. But I am very careful and monitor closely for any signs of a negative reaction, escalating slowly to keep everybody safe and happy. There have been some non-starters I have not blogged about because of the instant negative reaction to even a small hint.

However, generally our fears are overblown, and there are a great many women who love to see a wife publicly put her man in his place. I know I do! They live vicariously through us, no doubt wishing on occasion that they had such control over they naughty boys.


8. Third person play has mostly involved dominant females(?) Do you see where a male might be involved in domming david? or a second submissive, male or female, might be involved? Is there a safe/workable level for this sort of play that you can see?

I would love to involve another male, but so far that has happened only once: a hand job I arranged for him by a male massage therapist in Spain. However, he has not shown an interest in wanting to play more like that and I respect that.

A second female submissive he would for sure be into and is something I might definitely entertain at some point. I would love if I could make him have sex with her, and then make him suffer the consequences after. Something about having a woman willingly submit to being punished by, say, having to take my husband's cock up her ass just fucking turns me on. But holy crap he would get such a leathering from me afterwards, in front of her, that he might never want to repeat it!

And absolutely there is a safe way to do this. Just go slow and get to know the people you are going to play with.


9. A lot of D/s relationships seem to head toward more 'extreme' expressions like: cuckolding, chastity, forced bi/gay encounters, body modification (piercing, tattoos), bondage, Mistress/slave or stronger '24/7' arrangements. Is there anything that you think might develop on these lines?

I doubt it. We are very happy with our focus on domestic scenes with some public play mixed in, and keeping our play life and real life quite separate. He is not really turned on by those things (though I enjoy the thought of some of them!)


10. Do you find it incongruous for david to make straight 'male on top' love to you when you are aware of his submissive, or even occasionally slightly feminine side?

Not at all. We sometimes do just plain vanilla sex without the BDSM overtones. But I don't orgasm from his cock in my pussy. I need a tongue or strong vibrator down there, so that limits it a bit. I also don't particularly enjoy giving oral.

Also, he confesses that what turns him on the most when he is on top is imagining something a bit submissive for himself. One example he shared was him imagining I as a chambermaid that he was discovered having sex with and his aristocratic mother is behind him, whipping his ass with a crop and insisting he cum into the "little slut" who will be promptly whipped and dismissed after she has received the young master's cum into her pussy.

But no, I don't think of my husband as "submissive" or "feminine" except when the scene calls for me to, mainly because we spend a lot of time interacting in real life as well, I suppose, where he is neither of those two things. To us it's just fun play - like children!

11. Is there something about your vanilla life work, relaxation, hobbies that you would like to share?

I always feel I had better not. I like keeping "Julie" (not my real name) separate from my real life. But after many years of blogging, Julie has become my kinky avatar, and mixing my "real name" with all this kink is somehow less fun for me.


12. Do you get many hurtful or nasty comments that your followers never see?

Almost none. I generally can't resist the temptation to publish them so that I can tell them off (with kindness mostly?). I'll only not publish if we've already been back and forth and I want the last word.


13. Has there ever been a 'scene' that has turned into a 'train-wreck', perhaps where david has safe-worded out of a scene or been really resentful about how a scene has developed? So perhaps, scenes you would never repeat? Or do these things get sorted out OK in after the event open chats?

Yes. We once scened with a supposed pro and it was a disaster. I didn't even blog about it. But fortunately I was there and not afraid to control the action to keep him safe. Generally not when it has just been the two of us as I am very careful (much more so than my general readers assume).


14. Has david stated any hard limits? have any of these been relinquished?

Chastity and involving males are the two main hard limits that I would want to explore and he does not. So far not significantly relinquished!


15. David doesn't know about your blog. Do you think this will ever change?

I am constantly aware that he might discover it. For all I know he already has and it would be just like him to post anonymous comments and not let on (he is dastardly that way). He would respect the fact that this blog is my thing, and as long as I am discrete about our real life he would be encouraging, so I am not worried. If you're reading this, sweetie, thank you! I love you!


16. Do you have a 'dream scenario' or ultimate scene that you would like to do in real life with david?

Yes, I would like to meet up with another couple and have the boys 69 one another while the wives spank. I do believe you've drawn that one for me, in fact!


Friday, May 6

Kinky Ideas!

A couple of notable communications lately from bloggy readers.

Glenmore

I received an email from a fellow blogger Glenmore who is both a story-writer and an artist. I have him linked in my blog role to the right. the blog is called Glenmore's Adult Spanking Stories & Comics. It features many illustrated stories. He wanted to let me know that one of them was inspired by my blog! It is Bathbrush Encounter - Illustrated FM Spanking Story. He says "Reading blogs like yours gives me lots of ideas and inspiration, so I have written an illustrated story which is loosely based on your various adventures." With Glennies permission I include a few of the images from that story... I think you will be able to see the resemblance!


Just the sort of punishment I would inflict. And my husband does beg me like that to stop, but I know he loves it because of that thing down there. Mind you, when I really want to punish...


And then afterwards... ahhhhhh!

Bathbrush Encounter - Illustrated FM Spanking Story

cbtluvr

luvrboy sent me a series of suggestions. It's the sorts of things that turn him on, eloquently expressed. My comments in blue.

1. Have the submissive male stand against the wall, naked. Their feet should be shoulder length apart. Hand them a dime and tell them to press their nose to the wall, holding the dime against the wall with their nose. Tell the slave boy if he drops the dime he will get a 20 stroke caning. Now torture him by gently spanking his balls from behind with the crop, softly paddling his bare bottom with your hand or wooden spoon, pinching his nipples or tickling him. If he drops the dime, which most likely he will, he will get a good caning. Follow through and make tram lines in his cheeks. Be strict and angry if he drops the dime. Tell him Disobedience is swiftly punished.
I have definitely done similar to david. He tends to only drop that coin once per session!

2. Walk into cheap diner and sit in a booth in the corner away from every one. Order food for you and tell the waitress he's having water. Make sure he's not eaten yet that day and is hungry..... Before the food comes hand him a box with a pair of pink panties and a butt plug. Tell him to go in the mens'  room and put them on/in. Have him masturbate until he's hard.   Once he comes back to the table he sits back down. Under the table put your foot/shoe to his crotch as you eat, pressing hard , scolding him for being a bad boy, pressing your high heel into his jeans, trying not to alert the waitress or other patrons of what your doing. Tell him he's got to keep that plug in all nite and wear the panties too.
Sounds like fun, although I wouldn't be all that careful to not let the waitress know...

3. Find out his main fetish and what really turns him on. Put the slave in a CB3000 chastity device and tease him so he can't get an erection and if he tries it's extremely painful. He will be groaning and moaning to be let out. Offer a choice: he will be let out but he must take a single tail whipping or some other painful punishment on his bare tush. If he does not want a beating, he will stay locked in and you continue to tease him with his favorite fetish. Send him to bed with blue balls without supper. The next day spank his bare bottom so hard he cries and weeps. Keep him in chastity until you think he will serve you to the best of his ability. Tease him with your bare bottom cheeks and feet and breasts to test his strength.
I love the word "beating". Some don't, but I sure do!

4. For long-term live in slaves have the boy serve you dinner and clean the house in the nude and have rules where he must remain in the nude or dressed in women's panties at all times. Throw away his male underwear and have him wear satin panties. Shave his body hair: all of it. He's not allowed to sit on the furniture unless you give him permission and when you enter the house from being gone he must greet you at the door, kneel, and either kiss your bottom, feet or hands and he must thank you for being your slave. He must draw your bath and lay clothes out for you. He must brush your hair and cook and clean. Make rules for him to follow. He is not allowed to touch himself without permission.
One of my rules is that he stay naked, even when family or guests come by. When not needed, he goes to the corner and stands there facing outwards, squeezing his own two balls in his own two hands.
 
5. Keep him in chastity for days - even weeks at a time. Take him out from time to time to tease and torture him but put him back in before he makes a mess. Cock cages and ball rings work well.  Sometimes a slave will get excited and make a mess without permission or on accident. That type of behaviour should not be tolerated and the slave should be punished immediately.  A good, hard strapping on his bare bottom as he begs not to be spanked is appropriate.  Be steadfast, spank soundly, tell him how many strokes of the leather strap he is getting, and punish him until he learns a lesson in obedience and he promises not to make a mess again unless you give verbal consent.
100 strokes for a first offense. Doubles for a second the same week.

6. Loan him out to another Mistress and tell that Mistress he's been a very bad boy. If you are friend's with that Mistress you can trade slaves. If you go out to a play party, dress the slave in a school girl outfit and tie a small hand paddle around his waist. Make a sign and tie it around his neck that reads: "I've been a bad girl, please give me a spanking." Each Dominant Mistress at the play party will see the sign and he will have to bend over their lap for a few paddle spanks. Spank the slave until he begs and pleads you, Mistress to stop and that he will behave.
"I've been a bad girl, please give me a hard spanking, to tears."

7. Have a pair of dice. One die has 6 normal sides. The next die also has six sides but reads:   (wooden spoon, riding crop, wooden hairbrush, leather strap,  rubber paddle , wooden paddle). Roll them the number is the amount of minutes and the implement is what will be used.  Take him over your knee and have him set the timer. Ouch. Spank him hard until he cries out. HARD
Or maybe first die for hundreds of swats?

8. Strap on. Make him put a condom on your strap on and give it head as you wear it. Tell him he's going to please you and if he does not suck that cock to your expectations then he's in for a punishment, say a flogging to his balls. Slap his face as he gags on it. Let him know it's very disrespectful to have women do this and now the tables are turned.
So true. Your male needs to be punished for all males collectively. Nice and hard and deep and firm.

9. Have the slave masturbate and get erect.  Put as many clothes pins on his scrotum as you can fit as he keeps wanking. He is not allowed to make a mess and tell him if he does he will be over your knee and spanked with the wooden spoon until he safe words. Really emphasize he's going to get a spanking if he makes a mess. Tease him with your beautiful body and don't let him stop stroking. Eventually he will have to ask permission and you say NO. He does make a mess and you get very angry, scolding him for disobedience. Tell him he's in trouble and has earned an over the knee spanking.  Have him clean up well, hand you the wooden spoon, and spank his lily white bottom a nice scarlet crimson until he cries. This is a very hot scene....it hurts so much to be spanked  AFTER the boy has made a mess.
Safe word???  Not my boi.

10. Make a rule where he must never leave the toilet seat up or he will be punished. And if he is caught playing with himself without permission he is punished.  He is naked in the house at all times. When you catch him disobeying you, make him place the erect member on your stocking covered knee and pull out a wide, brown rubber band. Tell him to place his hands on his head and proceed to snap the rubber band against parts of his penis. *SNAP *. Do this a set number of times and tell him how many he will get. Then wrap the rubber band around the base of his cock and snap it a few times.  If he moves his hands swat his bare balls hanging and dangling and brushing against your stocking covered knee. Ask him if he will disobey you again after the snapping. I bet he wont. He will be a good boy.
I'll have to give the rubber band a try on my boy.

11. Buy a rubber or plastic carpet mat at home depot, the ones with the little rubber/plastic tacks on the bottom. Tell the slave it's his Punishment Mat from now on and he must sit in it AFTER his bare bottom spankings and canings. Once his bottom is blistered red, place the mat on a high stool  - tacks up. He must sit bare bottomed on the stool for one hour, hands on his head. This is for disobedience and he will not like it. 
He certainly will not like it!

12. Have him buy a wooden spoon, men's wide belt and a wood hairbrush, a bag of clothes pins at the dept store. Also have him buy Icey Hot rub. Tell the slave he must check out with a very pretty girl when he buys them and he must mention that he will be spanked soundly with the wooden spoon when he gets home by his Mistress for misbehavior and transgressions. Once you are home with him, he must get his cock nice and hard for you as he worships your bare cheeks. Place a large amount of Icey Hot gel on his bare and tender balls as he plays with himself. Don't allow him to cum and if he does whip him with a switch from the nearby tree.
I shall have to give the Icey Hot a trial also.

13. Tie the slave over a spanking bench or over the arm of the couch. He's naked and must keep his legs wide. He presents his bare balls to you and you have either 5 tennis balls or 5 golf balls, your choice. Sit about 10 feet from him as his bottom and balls are exposed. In sets of five, toss or throw one ball at a time at his testicles. Do this until you tire of it. If you hit his balls, tell him that he will be rewarded with kissing of your bare bottom - each hit and he gets one smooch. Increase the strength of the throws at the end and tell him he gets 2 kisses if you hit his balls.
That actually sounds like a fun game. Could take turns with my sister and see who hits his balls the most.

14. Dress in a short skirt and no panties, a skirt like a cheerleader outfit with pleats. The slave should be in chastity under his clothes with panties on. He's not cum in 12 days. Take the slave to the mall and find an escalator. He's behind you as you ride up, your bottom and thighs bare as you tell him to look up your skirt. Do this 5 times to drive him wild. Up and down the escalator. Moon him and raise the skirt so he gets a peak, his face right near your beautiful buttocks. Flash him. Tell him when you get home he needs to get an ice pack out of the freezer. Have him strip, take off the chastity device, give him a lap dance while grinding on his penis. If he gets a hard on scold him then place the ice bag up against his balls. Do this ten times..dance, erect, ice....dance, erect...ice....he will beg you to stop. To stop he must beg to be put back in chastity and sent to bed without supper. Blue balls accomplished.
The ultimate tease girl. Love it! 

 


Wednesday, May 4

Pants Shopping at the Mall

I took david to the mall the other day to buy some pants. He was down to just two ratty pairs of more casual pants so he really needed more. He kept putting it off and so I just took him. And you know with me there will always be some adventure involved. I did not disappoint.

We got to the mall and he was instantly surly. What's with males and clothes shopping anyways????  I guess it did not help that parking was a nightmare. We went into one shop, but they didn't have anything suitable. I saw another shop and I headed in there. david complained that it was no good before we even got in. I had to practically drag him in. He looked around very briefly and left right away. I followed him out. He hadn't really given it a chance. He looked at the mall directory and found a Levi's store. He thought we should try there. On the way to that store I saw a Lucky Brand store.


I went in. david, quite petulantly, stayed out in the mall stating that it was effeminate, or something like that. What nonsense!

I saw a big wall of some very nice looking men's pants. I was also helped right away by two very nice young women. There were no other customers and they looked eager to help me. It felt like it had been a dry spell for them. I endured the embarrassment of having to tell them that my husband was sulking outside. They understood immediately, and commiserated how difficult men could be when clothes shopping. We picked out several styles, and then finally david wandered in after I had not come out.

"Here's our model!" said one of the girls cheerilly.

I had told them he was one or two sizes larger than he actually was. I had measured him around the waist with a tape measure before we went, but it seems as if pant waists use different sized inches, and he took a smaller size than I had suggested.

"He's no 42!" one of the girls said. "He looks a lot trimmer than that."

I could see david smiling at the compliment from the attractive young lady.

"Yeah, he looks good!" said the other girl.

Now he was looking downright embarrassed. But I think the girls knew what they were doing, and no doubt it was a good sales tactic.

We sent him to the change rooms to try on a 40. He came out and the girls were very disapproving. The pants did not fit him well at all. Much too baggy in the seat and crotch. We decided he was for sure a 38, if not smaller. So we sent him back in to try on a 38. He came back out again. And he again had our full female attention. They looked like a good fit. A little room to spare in the waist.

"Turn around, sweetie, let's see your ass," I said in front of the girls.

He turned and we consulted with one another. "Looks good," said one of them. His ass did look good.


david said, "you know, it says 'Lucky You' just inside the fly."

"Really? Show us," I said. He asked for it, and I'm never one to back down from a challenge.

david hesitated.

"Come on, show us. Pull down the fly".

"no..." he said.

The girls were fascinated!

"Do I need to put you across my knee? Show us," I said. OMG!!!! Right in front of the girls. They tittered.

david sighed and undid the fly. He got off on it!


"Hmm! So they do," I said, "but I think you'd be the lucky one if I ever saw that."

We picked out five pairs, three jeans of different materials and two other pants.

"Now wasn't that a lot better than the Levi's store would have been," I told him as the girls were ringing him up.

"And the service is a lot nicer!" chimed in one of the girls.

The store was still empty except for us, and the girls had been very playful up to now, so I thought taking it a little further couldn't hurt.

"And you came in and you got your pants like a good boy," I added, "and you didn't even need a spanking this time." I figured in for a penny, in for a pound!

"Oooh," one of the girls reacted, "do you spank him a lot?" she asked coyly with a little grin. These girls were a lot of fun.

"Do I spank you a lot, sweetie?" I asked him.

"yes ma'am" he answered with his head down and blushing up a storm.

"Am I going to put you in your panties tonight and give you a spanking for being such a pain in the ass about your pants shopping?" I asked him.

"yes ma'am," he answered again, really blushing!

"Sounds like fun!" One of the girls said conspiratorially, and they both giggled at david's expense, no doubt picturing my man across my knee getting spanked in nothing but a pulled down little pair of panties.

I LOVE the younger generation!


Born to spank!

Saturday, April 23

Sex Role Reversal

It was very interesting allowing the sorts of comments I received on the My Spanked Bottom post. Lots of subbie guys saying what they would do to me if given half a chance. I played along in my responses, and it was tolerable only in the sense where I disassociate it from me being the sub, and instead just collect ideas as a Domme and then imagine my own sub's reactions to being treated like that. If I ever flipped the switch, and thought of myself as the sub I just got very annoyed at the males, and thought "Really? Really that's what you want to do to me? To a dominant woman? Really? Disgusting."

To get rid of that nasty taste, I suggested to david that we have a sex role reversal evening. I would dress in my rough shirt and jeans with a strap-on underneath, and he would dress as the naughty young virgin ripe for some spanking and molesting from "her man". To prepare for the evening, I re-read every one of those filthy comments to fill my head up with ideas.

He came to me en femme. Panties, short plaid schoolgirl skirt, bra and inserts, and a tight little pink halter top that bared his midriff and showed off his bra strap.


He sat beside me as I watched tv. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh. I rubbed up his thigh and under his skirt to his panties. I leaned in and kissed her hard while grabbing her breasts with one hand and sticking my fingers into her panty with my other, finding her hard wet clit and stroking it.

She responded to me and started writhing under my rough caress. She reached over and felt my hard dick through my jeans. She was getting fucked tonight, no doubt!


I took my husband by her hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed,  took her across my knee, and started in on her spanking. I flipped his skirt up her back and lowered her pink panties to bare his plump bottom for its spanking.


First I spanked her with my hand to get her in the mood. But before I intended to fuck this bitch she needed to learn some respect for her man. So out came the paddle and her ass got a blistering. I told her the paddling would stop when I felt she was sincere about taking my cock hard in her mouth and up her ass. It's amazing what a little slut under the paddle will ask for when so highly motivated. She begged me for my cock using the dirtiest language imaginable!

You get what you ask for, slut, I said. I threw her face up onto the bed and took off my clothes. I mounted her head and jack-hammered my cock down the little gagger's throat.

Then I flipped her onto her tummy, made her kneel, and gave her what she really wanted. Hard Domme cock right up her tight little ass hole.


When I had gotten all my frustrations out on his ass hole I made her lick me out with her dirty cunt still hard and drippy. I made him service me through three lovely orgasms. When I was completely satisfied I told her I was done with her and she could get out of what was left of her clothes now.

My husband had to turn off the light and go to sleep with a raw red ass, a brutalized butt hole, and a hard drippy cock.

So fuck you!

what I'd enjoy doing to those disrespectful commenters!

Tuesday, April 19

eSubbie Experiences a Burning Butthole

One of the joys of my "job" as Blog Mistress is to direct subbie bois who email me to do embarrassing and painful things to themselves, and then send me the most humiliating photos proving it. I then ask if I can publish them, and more often than not they cannot refuse (or don't really want to - getting off on the humiliation of a public exposure here - which is all part of their "punishment").

Case in point. eSubbie kim who wrote to me asking,
I've noticed you have given a few email instructions from the comments following your blogs. It would be amazing if you were able to Dom me in some way.
Well, it's so easy to oblige such a polite boi, so I sent him on a typical "first task". Go out and buy some tampons and get them up your butt for an hour. I like doing that one first as most subbies have not done that, and it really does make them feel like a woman.

Here is the package he came back with, along with the receipt (which I cropped out) proving he had bought that and nothing else at the same time.


He was supposed to get cashed out by a pretty young female, saying "I hate it when she makes me buy these for her. I should really put my foot down." My goal was to have him appear completely pussy whipped in front of the cashier. Here is an excerpt of his account.
i went to a shop about a mile from my house, far enough i hoped, but not too far. i saw a nice checkout girl as You had told me. She would be the one i would aim for when i had picked my tampons. i went to the tampon area of the female hygiene section and spent 5 minutes looking at the options. It was really embarrassing with a few people passing as i stood there.

Finally i decided. i picked up a packet of Tampax Compak Pearl
and headed for the checkout. Unbelievably by the time i got there the checkout girl had been replaced by a young man. Almost as humiliating, i had to make my way back to the tampon area and put them back, then scurried out of the shop with no purchase!

There was one more shop i could try! I parked up and went in...arrgg, still all males at the checkout! There was a nice girl at the self serve, so thinking i had to buy that night, i went to the tampon section. Not so much choice in this shop, so i picked up a packet of Tampax Pearl and made for the checkout. As i got there an old lady went to the self serve next to the checkout girl, so despite practicing what i was going to say, i'm sorry Mistress, but i wasn't able to say anything to her. i paid for the tampons in the self serve while looking regretfully at the checkout girl and i left the shop knowing i had screwed up a bit of Your instruction. i'm so sorry.

The next morning i opened the box and read the instructions. Wow, it was all very humiliating reading about how i was on my period and about to insert my first tampon. When i finally made sense of it all, it was time. i lubed up my bum hole, penetrating quite deep with my finger and putting lots of KY up there. i placed my thumb and middle finger on the outer plastic section and pushed the inner bit. It was a strange feeling as the tampon entered my vagina. What a strange mix of humiliation, excitement and girlyness! i pulled the plastic part out and it was in, with the string hanging out as You had ordered.

Knowing i had to take photographs was very humiliating. i set up the timer and took a few. Without actually any form of masturbation, the mix of excitement and humiliation made me cum. i really didn't want to but couldn't help it. i had never done this before, but being the naughty girl I am, followed your instruction.

it was a weird feeling having cum and having to keep the tampon in for an hour, but i did as You ordered before removing it with lots more lube. i disposed of the used tampon according to the instructions.

It was then i realised that i hadn't photographed the unopened box, so once again Mistress i am sorry, but the box was photographed after i had opened it, along with the receipt to show it was the only item i bought.

So, once again Mistress Julie, thank You for this first assignment and i hope the photographs amuse You.
And here is kim's bottom in a pretty pair of panties (appreciated bonus) and her tampon,

(I cropped out the background)
Imagine that she came when she inserted the tampon!!! Imagine if that happened with a girl and how much fun we would make of her! Little slut!

I congratulated kim on her first task, and told her how entertained I was by her photos. She wrote me back,
Hi Mistress Julie
Thank You for Your kind assessment of my assignment and i'm glad You have been entertained by my photos! Thank You too for being so understanding about the check out girl incident, and for opening the tampon box before photographing. i did fear immediate punishment for that.
Silly girl. Punishment was still coming, of course. I let her stew for a week or so, and then wrote back as follows,
You still need to be punished for not talking to a shop girl, and for opening the box before the photo was taken. Don't get me wrong, I'm not "angry" with you, and I completely understand how it happened like that. But that does not mean there are not consequences, and now you will "consequenced", as the new age parenting manuals put it.

Go get a soft bristled toothbrush and some regular toothpaste. Then I want you to put a big glob of toothpaste on the brush, wet it thoroughly, and rub it into your bottom hole near the entrance, and all around the outside of your bottom hole. Then take a photo with the bristle end of the toothbrush still in your bottom hole. Spread your cheeks so I can see it penetrating and I can see the excess toothpaste turning your brown hole white. Once you've done all that. Stand straight, in the nude, with your hands on your head for five full minutes. Oh it WILL burn! After that you may clean yourself out by having some anal intercourse with a bar of soap and your finger, and you will be reminded of me and my punishment of you for the rest of the day, and perhaps even well into the next.
And here are the photos kim sent me back, and her recounting of her punishment.
Hi Mistress Julie
i hope You are pleased with the photographs and that my embarrassment is matched by Your entertainment.

my task started with a trip to the local shop to buy a baby girl pink toothbrush with soft bristles and a bar of soap.

i read the instructions You sent several times to make sure i would not be making costly errors. So, this morning, i stripped from my panties to be completely nude, and put a blob of toothpaste onto the pink toothbrush and set up the camera.
i bent over, inserted the toothbrush, turned it around and spread it around my bottom hole as You had demanded. i felt it starting to burn immediately and wondered if i could last five minutes. I took some photos with the pink toothbrush in my hole.
i then stood up straight with my hands on my head. I stuck a piece of toilet paper between the shower door and my nose to make sure my discipline would be maintained throughout the 5 minutes. Only once did i take my hand from my head to ensure the toothbrush was not going to fall out. By the end of the five minutes my hole was burning (as it still is). Though also burning with humiliation, i managed not to cum, though i was a bit damp.

i then took the bar of soap and shoved it up my bottom hole over and over
That bar of soap is deep! Surprised she didn't "spurt" during this.
and gave it a good clean out, using my finger too.

i washed the soap from my bum and patted it dry, before dressing back into pink panties and skinny jeans. my burning now remains a reminder of Your superiority Mistress and what will happen if i fail to follow Your instructions to the letter.

Now feeling very submissive Mistress Julie, thank You for this task and look forward to hearing if You have had a laugh at my expense
I wrote back that I was indeed very amused, and even shared the pictures with my sister (she knows I correspond with eSubbies, and is equally as amused as I at what I can make them do).
Hi Mistress Julie (curtsey),
i am so glad I have pleased You with my punishment task. I was worried that i may not fully conform to Your instructions, so kept the toothbrush up my bottom just in case. It made the burning sensation all the more acute, so i'm glad You approve.

It would be amazing and humiliating to have You and Your sister watch me do it to myself, then sit back watching TV or chatting while i stood against the wall with my bottom starting to burn. Of course i imagine in that scenario, depending on the TV programme You and Your sister were watching or if You hadn't finished Your glass of wine, there may have to be a further 'application' or extension to the time? i'm also not sure if i could control myself in such circumstances either...my mind boggles with the consequences and how that scene would develop (gulp)!

i'm glad You like the photos. It's not an angle i've been used to seeing of myself, so in itself quite embarrassing. it was difficult to apply the toothpaste accurately so looks messy and not all around my bottom hole.
Is that acceptable for You Mistress? Oh this is so humiliating just writing! In answer to Your question, the burning lasted for about 8 - 10 hours, then i could feel it only sporadically.

Mistress, it takes Your superiority and my subjugation and humiliation to a whole new level, but if You want to use the photographs for Your readers, who am i to stop You. Please Mistress, can You make sure there is no background showing and nothing which could incriminate me. 
I do like to imagine little kimmie fully nude on her hands and knees in front of Sue and I, spreading her own cheeks and applying generous dollops of wet toothpaste to that hole, then fucking herself with her pink toothbrush!

Then standing there in the living room like that, nude, squirming, hands on head, little sheet of toilet paper held up against the wall by her nose, toothpaste burning her rectum, toothbrush sticking out her hole, Sue and I distracted with something. Despite the burning, and judging by the tampon "incident", I'm pretty sure that the mere fact of my sister and I ignoring kimmie would make her cum disgracefully against the wall and onto the floor. Wouldn't that be pathetic?

I can hear her tiny little high-pitched voice now... "excuse me Mistress Julie, Mistress Sue... i... i... i had an accident..."

Sue and I would be very angry with kimmie, VERY ANGRY! First she'd be made to lick it up. Off the floor and off the wall, and swallow it down. Then we would give her a different toothbrush and some cleaning supplies, and she would clean everywhere she messed very thoroughly with that toothbrush, the other one still fittingly up her bum.

After that she would come across my knee. But not before asking Sue for a washcloth so I could clean her filthy cummy penis. Once across my knee I would remove the toothbrush from her ass and hand it to Sue. I would then give kimmie such a spanking she will most certainly regret her lack of control. From the photos, kimmie looks to be a very slight boi. I am quite sure I could easily hoist her high across my knees and spank her to tears with very little trouble.

I would then spread kimmie's cheeks and ask Sue to apply a big glob of toothpaste directly to her hole, and another big glob on the brush. As I held her girlish cheeks apart, Sue would scrub that toothpaste deep into her hole and all around her sensitive mucous membranes. A little on the backs of her balls and her cocktip for good measure. I would pull that tiny flaccid cock right out between her legs and stretch it tight as Sue scrubbed the paste onto her tip and into her pee hole as kimmie wailed. I would then reinsert that toothbrush deep into her rectum.

kimmie's next stop will be back up against the wall, showing off her naked spanked girly ass, holding up a piece of toilet paper with her nose as her bottom hole, tiny balls, and penis tip burn, And it would not be five minutes this time. Oh No. This time it would be a FULL HALF HOUR before she would be allowed to fuck herself with her bar of soap and then take herself painfully back home.

Just disgraceful!