Personal Trainer: getting interesting!

So things are starting to get interesting with david's new personal trainer, Michelle.

He had his first full session with her on Wednesday of this past week after work. Before describing what transpired, let me bring you up to speed on the week preceding. On Friday we had all agreed that david was to keep a daily food, exercise, and weight diary. That he has been doing. On the weekend david and I drove north to meet with my younger brother and his family. We met at a restaurant in their town. david had a beer. Then there were bar appetizers. Then he ordered a giant pulled pork sandwich (as a nod to his diet, he ordered the coleslaw instead of the fries on the side... big deal!), and another beer. I didn't say anything. I thought I should let Michelle deal with this on Wednesday.

david is nothing if not honest, so I knew all that junk would be meticulously recorded for Michelle's viewing displeasure. He also knows that if I were to catch him in a lie in his diary, then oh me oh my (the words "punishment stool" come to mind. Ha Ha!)

As it turned out, this ill-advised meal also set him back on his weight loss by a not insignificant amount. This would displease Michelle, both because she would like to see him reach his goals, but also because I have her on a bonus plan whereby if david keeps his weight under certain decreasing thresholds for an entire week, she gets an ever increasing cash bonus.

I emailed Michelle in advance, told her about his food binge, and she and I discussed what an appropriate reaction from her should be. It was all settled in advance, without david's knowledge.

I made it a point to be home from work when Michelle arrived. david answered the door dressed in his blue gym shorts and red gym shirt. He brought her into the living room where I was sitting and relaxing after having just gotten home from work. Michelle took a seat in the middle of the two-seater couch, and david sat in a chair just to the side of the couch.

david had a full printout of his diary prepared and on the coffee table, as agreed, and it was accurate, showing both the crappy meal and the next morning's resulting weight gain. The first thing Michelle did was to sit and examine it. She went immediately for the binge eating and started scolding him about it, asking rhetorical questions, such as "is this what you think you should eat when you're trying to lose weight?" At one point, she threw the report down to the floor in disgust, looked him in the eye, and said "what am I supposed to do about you?"

She was playing it perfectly. Just the right mix of amusement and anger.

david shrugged and looked guilty.

Michelle turned to me and asked "what do you think I should do about him?" (as pre-arranged: my evil plan unfolding!)

"Well, I think he should be punished." I said, "but you're in charge of his training so it's up to you," I added.

She got a glint in her eye and a little smirk, and said "I agree completely. What do you think his punishment should be?" By this time she had dropped the anger and was being more playful.

I looked over at david, and he looked back at me. I could tell he knew what was coming next. Looking him straight in the eye, I answered Michelle: "If he misbehaves with me, I spank him."

I knew david would be excited by this conversation, but for all the world, he just looked horribly embarrassed by it. He was blushing and his eyes were downcast as soon as the word "punished" was mentioned, and he let out an audible little grown with the word "spank". david thought he was playing along with me for her benefit! Ha Ha!

She laughed aloud and said, "An unusual training method, but I think that would be very fitting. Hear that, david? Julie is going to give you a spanking after I leave."

"Not me." I said. "I pay you to take care of his training. If you want him spanked, you go ahead and spank him. I have my hands full getting him to do the dishes!"

"Right! And you wouldn't mind?" she asked me.

"Of course not. I'd think it was fantastic," I said. "An embarrassing little spanking across your knee would help you get your point across. I also have some whips and things I use on him if you really want to give him something to think about. And you have my complete permission to take his pants down whenever you want."

"I think I better leave all that to you." she said.

"No, I'm serious. He's a kinky boy, and a little kinky play would motivate him. I want you to." I said as earnestly as I could. "Isn't that so, david?"

"Yes Ma'am" he answered me.

"I don't know," she said, playing coy. "It's not very professional, and if this were to get out..."

"You would have our utmost discretion, and we would expect the same from you." I said.

She sucked in her breath.

"I'll tell you what," I offered, "he can really benefit from this kind of discipline from you, but I understand it's beyond what's usual, so if you agree, I'll increase your bonuses by 50%."

"Wow," she shot back, "that is very generous."

"It would be doing me a favour, him a favour, and yourself a favour. What do you say?" I pressed home.

"You promise nobody will know?" she asked again.

"I think it would in all our best interests if nobody were to know." I said.

"I suppose you're right about that," she said. "And actually, I've always been tempted to do something like that to my more difficult trainees, and I'll doubt I'll ever get another chance like this one!"

Of course, all this arm twisting and her final acquiescence was pre-arranged for david's sake.

"Good," I said, and added, "And there's no time like the present for his first spanking from you."

"No there isn't", Michelle echoed, and turned to david. "Hear that? It looks like I'm going to be the one giving you your spanking for those poor food choices. Now get up and stand over here, next to me."

I was loving this whole thing, and congratulating myself silently for arranging it all. It's so much easier to get a pro domme trainer to spank him then a vanilla trainer. And she knows exactly what she's doing and exactly how to humble a boy!

david got up, still blushing, and walked over to her.

So now I was getting excited, and squirmed in delight in my big chair as Michelle took on her strict tone with my husband and he obeyed her. It excites me to see him humbled.

"You point that at your wife, not at me!" was the first thing Michelle said. david had a half-erection under his gym shorts, and that was what she was commenting on. david actually half turned to face me before he realized it was not an actual command, and turned back covering himself with his hands.

"Get your pants down!" she said.

Never one to stand in the way of a spanking from another woman, david pulled his gym shorts down, and they dropped to his ankles, revealing his underpants. He continued covering his no doubt growing erection with his hands.

"Underpants too," she ordered, "I'm not going to spank them."

david turned away from us, dropped his undies to his ankles to follow his shorts, and turned back, nude from the waist down, his hands furiously covering his genitals. He was blushing up a storm.

Here was my husband, pants down in front of his twenty-something trainer, and I was loving every moment of it!

"Get over here," she said, pointing towards her lap, "and don't touch me with that," she added, referring to his genitals. As he approached her knee and started hunching over to get across her lap (while still covering himself) she completed what he started by grabbing him by the arm and roughly pulling him down diagonally across her knee on the two-seater sofa.  As she pulled his arm, she looked away so that she would not see his bouncing genitals. It looks like we can reserve a "full frontal" humiliation for another day! He definitely did touch at least her black Lululemon pants with "that". I was keeping my fingers crossed he wouldn't embarrass himself with a spontaneous spurting over her expensive black workout pants!

Then she started spanking his bare ass and upper thighs with her hand. OMG she spanks hard with her hand! Michelle is a very small lady, but her arms are very strong, and she spanked him vigorously, scolding him all he while.

david meanwhile was diagonally across her lap, with his toes touching the carpet and his head on the seat of the couch, pressed up into the crook of the arm. His gym shorts and underpants were a pool around his ankles. His ass and upper thighs were getting redder and redder by the minute. The force of the spanks actually made him jump and yelp and kick his legs a little. He would alternate between burying his head face down in the sofa cushion, and turning his head to look over at me. The look on his face I can only describe as shock and surprise, especially with regards to the force of his trainer's bare-handed blows. She obviously keeps herself in good shape and has great spanking technique!

Because I now own me a lill sketch bitch, I commanded him to draw me a sketch of the scene based on my description. It is VERY accurate!

"You're a natural!" I told her as she was spanking david.

"I workout a lot," she offered by way of explanation, "and I must confess that I spank my boyfriend on occasion."

"Ha! I knew it!" I said. "An experienced hand. We'll have to compare notes."

She ended with a very hard and fast flurry that had him twitching his legs and mewling uncomfortably. "Stand up!" she commanded after she decided the spanking had ended.

david stood, again clutching at his genitals in order to keep them covered up from her gaze.

"Are you going to be watching what you eat more carefully from here on in?" She asked him.

"Yes Ma'am," he answered.

"If I have to do that again, it won't be just my hand next time," she threatened, "maybe it will be one of those whips your wife mentioned."

"I understand Ma'am. I'll do better, I promise."

She let him squirm there for a few more moments, facing her and nude from the waist down, hands desperately covering his private parts, with his sore backside hanging out, as he contemplated what Michelle might be able to accomplish with a whip in her hand.

"Pull your pants up," she finally said.

david gingerly reached down with one hand as the other tried to keep himself covered.

"Not here. Over there." She said, in an exasperated tone, pointing around the corner to the hall where we would not see him struggling to pull his pants up. I loved how she made it seem as if david was a complete idiot for not understanding he was to do that intuitively. I am going to be learning a thing or two from Michelle. david hobbled off around the corner, his pants and underpants at his ankles, his red butt shining.

He arrived back a few moments later, re-dressed, looking sheepish but with a little smile he couldn't hide.

"Did he actually enjoy that?" Asked Michelle of me.

"He does enjoy the idea of it, but sometimes not so much the execution. But your continuing to spank him, and just basically treating him like your little bitch, will definitely motivate him. He's quite a kinky lad."

"I'll bear that in mind... I think I can keep things very interesting for him, with your permission?"

"Go right ahead, but his cock and asshole are mine, you understand?"

"No problem. And for my part I won't ever be undressing or having sex with him." she clarified.

"I think we understand one another perfectly," I concurred.

"Well let's get to the training," said Michelle, "and let's see if we can't keep it a bit spicy to motivate him."

This session was similar to last. but nicely kinky. They started with a series of yoga sun salutations and variations on it in the family room. She was again quite "hands on" with him. I only heard about this from david later, but at one point he said he was standing there sweating a bit from having done the forms, standing at attention and being told to breathe deeply, when Michelle reached over and tweaked one of his nipples through his shirt, saying "that nipple's a little hard, isn't it?".

I had relayed david's feedback on the "girl handling" sexual harassment he had felt on the previous session, and I guess she stepped it up a notch. Probably she had always wanted to do that to the girls in their pretty little workout clothes at their yoga classes (I know I always have!). Well this was her big chance.

david said that he felt as if he got a sense of what it would be like to be sexually harassed as a woman from that nipple tweak. Mind you, unlike the countless Women made to feel that way every day, david, of course, enjoyed his humiliating sexual harassment.

Then she was going to have him run up and down the stairs to get his heart rate up. Before she started him off, she reminded me that I had mentioned I had whips and such for david, and asked if I happened to have a a riding crop she could use? Of course! I told david to run up to our bedroom and bring down my riding crop for Michelle to use when she's here, and in fact every time she is here as a symbol of her authority over him.

Michelle took the crop and told david that he would be running up and down the stairs, and each time he passed her he should bend over and touch his toes, and she would crop his ass twice, and then off he would go again. I just had to stay and watch this entertainment, and my goodness but she sure put him through his paces! He was pretty spry for the first two stair runs, and bent over nicely each time he passed. By the third time he was looking a little ragged, and by the fourth was positively stumbling. The bending over and touching his toes was increasingly laboured, but it was actually a bit of an opportunity for him to catch his breath as he bent over like that, awaiting his two hard croppings.

They then went down to the home gym and I lost track of what they were doing. david told me afterwards that he received one more kinky thing. Just before starting a series of exercises on the weight machine, she had made drop his drawers, bend over, and she cropped him about a dozen times across his bare ass, then made him pull his pants back up again and proceed with the exercise in what she claimed would be a more "motivated" state of mind.

After Michelle had left, david and I discussed the events of the day. david started by saying how amazing and wonderful it was for me to allow him to have such a kinky training experience. He asked if I knew in advance she would be willing to do all that stuff? I lied and told him honestly I had no idea, that we just lucked out on that one. Perhaps our little miss reluctant act had him fooled, or more likely he suspects I am more behind it than I let on, but he cannot prove it, and I wouldn't think he would want to anyway.

My evil plan continues...

Lill jo Punished

You might have got the drift in the comment sections of my and Dianne's blogs, but lill jo, my sketch bitch, screwed up big time and needed to be punished. Severely punished.

You see, he was two timing me with Dianne. While he was sending me sketches, he was also furtively emailing Dianne and sending her sketches as well without telling me. Fortunately, Dianne and I stick together and email back and forth with one another quite frequently, and she let me know what was going on and just wanted to double-check with me if it was ok if she used some of his sketches on her blog. She was very surprised when she learnt that he had not sought out permission from me beforehand. It was absolutely obvious to both Dianne and I that lill jo was, in fact, cheating on me by his actions.

Well we were both very angry with lill jo. He immediately realized the error of his ways, and begged our forgiveness.

It was around the time our story Panty Thief Punished!, came out, so my first punishment for him was as follows:

[...] you still need to be punished for sending sketches to another woman behind my back and without my permission. So I think a nice punishment for you would be to write a true confession comment on my blog listing explicitly everything in the story that you wish would happen to you. [...]. And I want a nice explicit apology from you at the end regarding being an unfaithful sketch slut, and reminding everybody to whom you eBelong. Now hop to it.

The cheating slut's public punishment comment was as follows:

Ms Julie, 

I hereby humbly apologise to Ms Julie for sending sketches to Ms Dianne for her site without first getting permission from Ms Julie to do so. And I note that Ms Dianne did not solicit said drawings and I apologise to Ms Dianne also for any hurt or embarrassment this may have caused her. 

Furthermore, I acknowledge and confess that the post 'Panty Thief Punished!' was written about me and that Ms Julie was very accurate in her post and in her assessment and portrayal of me in the post. Explicitly I am bound to admit to Ms Julie that:

1. I am "just a little pervert. A little pervert with submissive tendencies who wants to be treated just like a girl, and quite possibly bi-sexual tendencies as well,";
2. I wish that I had been caught and made to stand at attention in an ultrashort pink dress so i would have no way of hiding my humiliation, even with my tiny pink panties;
3. I would love to have my hair put in pink ribbons and to have my face made up with bubblegum pink lipstick because this would make me totally aware of what a pathetic pansy I am (and not even a fully grown girl) who deserves to be humiliated and punished. 
4. I deserve to be spanked and strapped as described in the story for being a little pervert, a sneaky panty thief and a closet cross dresser.
5. I am lucky to have Ted in the story bend me over and give me a lesson with his truncheon about what happens to twenty year old bois who go to jail.
6. I admit that I would love to be forced to take a cock like Ted’s in my mouth with his big hand on the back of my head forcing it deeper into my throat.
7. As in the story, I would be forced to admit that I actually wanted Ted's cock up my ass and I wasn't really being forced to take it at all.
8. Thankyou Mistress Julie for putting me in the corner in the story with pink frilly nickers around my knees like a snivelling, well spanked girl/boi so i could reflect on what a pervert I am.
9. I deserve to be exposed in front of the daughter in the story so I could stand there with my blushing face downcast in front of her and admit my perverted crimes and then be punished by her as well.
10. I would love to become someones sissy slave and be humiliated, punished and used by them for a year (or more).

Finally I deserve to be humiliated, by admitting the truths above, for not seeking Ms Julie’s permission as her sissy-sketch-bitch should. And I promise Ms Julie not to provide drawings to other-than my e-sketch-Mistress, Ms Strict-Julie, in the future, unless permitted. And I beg her, with my lips kissing her foot and with my ridiculous pink-pantied ass high in the air to forgive me for being an unfaithful sketch slut. 

Please forgive me?
lill jo

Fine as it is, a nice little humiliation, but it's not as if everybody reading the story didn't  know that already about sketch slut. But I was not satisfied, not by a long shot.

Next, I told him I wanted him to give himself as hard a spanking as he could possibly bear, and then to snap a self-timer photo of his ass, plugged with panties around his knees, send me the photo, and then sit and draw a sketch of that very same photo. These would be posted. I told him I was still angry with him for his cheating ways, and some further public humiliation would go a long way towards making that up to me. So here is what he produced, that cheating little sketch slut:

Not so bad. Here is a closeup:

At least my sluttly lill sketch bitch can follow instructions. Paddled, plugged, and pantied: the three P's. To try to please me, he also stuck his pathetic little wiener between his legs to further humble himself as he knows I favour the position. So I want everybody to go have a good close look at what happens to cheatin' lill sketch sluts.

When he sent me the evidence of his punishment, he also wrote a little note to accompany (and no, your eyes do not betray you!):

Hi Dianne, 

[...] I hope it is satisfactory. I gave myself around 120-140 flicks with a nasty thin stick (it was a bit hard to concentrate on count at end). I made sure i gave myself some nasty clips on the thighs also. The panties are lacy pink though they look white in the pic. The butt plug I bought specially for you Ma'am. Sorry about the body. I have been fitter I must admit. [...] I honestly wish i could have spanked harder Ma'am (i was trying to think of something nastier than the thin stick but couldn't) 

I hope you will forgive me soon (curtsey). 

lill jo

My chilly response...

Really lill jo? REALLY??? 

Say your wife catches you with your mistress, would you accidentally address your wife by your mistress' name? WOULD YOU???? 

Do it all over again. Find something more severe to use on that careless backside!

I firmly believe in being strict. The kind of Woman I am, I would be willing to start a punishment all over from the beginning, as many times as it takes, regardless of the prior state of his bum, if I get any sass or backtalk during a punishment. I believed that horribly careless email qualified. Another mistake would have earned him a threepeat. And so on and so on. Simple math for simple males.

And his response to it:

Sorry Ms Julie. Sorry doesn't cover it. I can't believe I put Ms Dianne's name. I can only think to beat myself with a coathanger. [...]. Actually teary now. I don't want to lose this through my own stupidity.

I reassured my broken lill sketch bitch:

You were just careless, there was no ill intent. I remain very fond of you. Nonetheless, careless little boys need to be punished... [...] make sure it's done properly.

lill jo took that coat hanger to his bare backside, and here are the results, round 2.

Dear Ms Julie, 

Attached is my respanking with wire coathanger (over a wooden paddled base spanking) as required and deserved. I think I did 60 or 70 coathanger swipes and I made sure to attention my thighs. I have never used a coathanger before and yes it did hurt a LOT more. [...] I have to admit I felt like I really deserved this as I have been so careless and inconsiderate of you. 

Thank you for taking the time to punish me so properly Ma'am. [...]

lill (Ms Julie's sketch bitch) jo

Once again, lets all take a good close look at what happens to careless little boys.

Paddled, welted, deeply plugged, pantied like a little bitch, bare penis and pee hole on full public display. I hope you are very proud of yourself, lill jo.

As a continuous and ongoing reminder of his unfaithfulness,  I would like to run a contest to name my sketch slut. Here are some suggestions to vote on. Other suggestions are welcome. I will choose whichever I please and he will sign all online correspondence from his sketch persona in this manner in future, no matter whom he is addressing:

1. lill (Ms. Julie's sketch bitch) jo
2. lill (Ms. Julie's cheatin' slut sketch bitch) jo
3. lill (Ms. Julie's skanky sketch whore) jo

and so on. You get the idea. It will be his brand forever more, so please be creative and help me teach him a lesson he will NEVER be allowed to forget.

Personal Trainer: Introductory Session

I mentioned last time (Personal Trainer: third time lucky) how I had set up david with a new personal trainer who, completely unbeknownst to him, is also a pro domme on the side. My evil plan as she and I call it!

Well, we had our first introductory session on Friday around 7:00 pm. She and I had agreed in advance to play the first one low key.

We arranged to meet at our house. She rang the doorbell and I sent david to open it. I had already dressed david in his workout outfit. She came dressed in her Lulus and carrying a yoga mat. I could tell that david was pleased with her youth and her appearance. She is small, but looks very strong, and has an engaging personality. As she shook his hand she said "so you're my new victim, are you?" with a smile.

She started by telling david about her experience and qualifications. Then she turned to me and asked me about his current diet and exercise habits. Ha Ha! I gave it to her straight about his crappy diet and how slack he was regarding regular exercise. "Would you say that's pretty accurate?" she asked him. "Yes Ma'am" he said. Beautiful! He was already Ma'am'ing her and she's at least 10 years younger than him.

Then she turned back to me and asked me about my fitness goals for him. She and I discussed and we agreed that we wanted to put on some muscle and get him to a target body fat percentage of 15% with a six months schedule for getting him there.

I told her that what's worked for him in the past was for him to produce a weekly report detailing everything he eats (calories, protein and carbs counted), all the exercise he did (with calories burned estimates), and a daily weigh-in (weight, fat % according to the Tanita scale, and waist measurement). She said that would be fantastic, and david agreed to commit to doing that (he knows it's good for him).

Then she got quite strict with him. She said she would let him choose his own foods for the first couple of weeks and she would monitor it. But if she didn't like what she was seeing, she would be setting his diet for him, and he WOULD NOT like that at all.

david then offered to show her around the house, including the big flight of stairs, the family room that can be cleared out for a big free space, and the basement home gym. They returned to the living room, and she said they would start out in the family room.

Now, her bag was right there and she could have easily picked it up herself, but instead she looked down at the bag, looked up at him, and said, "bring my bag", a bit impatiently. She stood there, standing over it, as he picked it up and carried it to the family room. Ha!

I hung around a bit, just to see what they were doing. I didn't quite know what she was going to do with him on the kinky side, and was a bit curious!

They started out with some yoga. She didn't tell him what they were doing, but it was actually Sun Salutations.

The first one she demonstrated for him. She's a sexy little bundle for sure. She stuck her tight little ass right in his face demonstrating downwards facing dog! She was also very accomplished.

Then she had him go through one. She corrected his form in a very hands-on fashion. She even stuck her hand on his butt, and grabbed his hips with both hands, and pushed him around a little! Remember, david is not at all in on this, and so was expecting a boring vanilla trainer.

Then she had him do five in a row, with her doing them beside him. They were very cute together. She breezed through them, and poor david was already sweating!

Then they went down to the gym together. I could hear her pushing him through five minutes of pretty intense cardio, and then various exercises.

They came back up about fifteen minutes later. She told me she had a pretty good idea where he was at, and they would start in earnest on Wednesday. I asked her about him. She said he was pretty weak, but that she would fix that. He could only do five proper, deep, slow, tricep push-ups before collapsing, and she thought that was a pretty poor showing, especially for a man. She did compliment me and him on his attitude though, and said she was worried he would be whiny and uncooperative but that he did everything she told him to "like a good little boy." I told her that I had him trained pretty well, and she said "I can see that."

I told david to pay her, and told him how much. He didn't bat an eyelash. After she left the first thing he said was "that's pretty expensive, isn't it?" I told him him she charges a premium because she is the best at what she does, and we were lucky to have her.

david commented about the touching also. He joked that he was feeling very "girl-handled", sexually harassed, that it made him feel very uncomfortable, and that he loved it! He had never done yoga before, and I told him that was pretty normal (and in case you're wondering, it's not!).

He then said, "she's pretty strict, isn't she?" I told him I suppose she is, but aren't they all? "Do you think she might, you know, go in for a bit of spanking at all?"

I pretended to be disgusted with him: "Oh david! You only ever have one thing on your mind! No she's not into spanking you! She's a very highly respected personal trainer and don't you dare suggest it to her!"

He looked chastened.

What a muffin-head! Ha!

Personal Trainer: third time lucky

So far david has had two in-home personal trainers. The first left town, and the second did not work out. So this time, I took matters into my own hands. This time I wanted to start with somebody who was kinky first, and a professional personal trainer second, rather than take a chance on a vanilla lady getting into it.

Why you ask?

I want david to stay fit, and he has been getting out of shape lately. Don't get me wrong. I don't care at all what he looks like. But I do want him to live a nice long life and be full of energy when we are older, and if he starts slipping now I'm worried about what will happen when he's in his forties or fifties.

I believe you need to get into the habit of being fit when you're young, and then just keep it up as you get older.

I do it, and so should he.

The trick with david is motivation. He has all the knowledge he needs to eat well and exercise well, he just goes into long periods where he doesn't do what he knows he ought to. It's like the old joke: "She's real good at quitting smoking, she's done it five times." Same with david and getting in shape. He's really good at it because he's done it many times now (both before I knew him and after). Enough is enough!

So what motivates david? I think we all know the answer to that: the possibility of spankings from another woman in front of me is a HUGE turn on for him.

When we were working on his previous personal trainers, trying to get them to be a little more kinky, david was really excited and looking forward to each training session. When the second one turned out to be very vanilla, it got very boring for him, he lost patience and interest, and she had to go (she was doing no good, and it was just getting argumentative). She was a real beauty, but beauty without kink is ho-hum for my boy.

No chance of a spanking? Ho hum.

As I've mentioned several times on my blog, david is not submissive to me in real life. He is submissive when I scene him. But he can be stubborn and pig-headed at other times. When he gets like that, I don't want to even reward him with a scening. I believe more in the carrot approach to motivation, not the stick (in david's case, the stick is the carrot, so it's complicated!)

So what he needs to keep him motivated is for his personal training sessions to have the possibility of getting kinky and exciting for him, of fulfilling his fantasies. If the whole fitness thing can be turned into one big "scene", then he will obey and get himself into shape.

There were two approaches possible. Find a personal trainer who we can make kinky, or find a kinky lady who can also do personal training. I tried the former and it did not work out, so I decided I would need to go for the latter to ensure success, but where to start?

Remember the Pro Domme david and I visited? I reached out to her by email and asked  if she knew of anybody in her field who happened also to be a qualified personal trainer? I figure these girls need to stay fit for their jobs, so just maybe she would know of such a person. To my surprise I got an answer back, and a name and a number!

I phoned her up and left a message on her voice mail indicating the general idea of what I wanted her to do:

Hi, my name is Julie. I got your number from Mistress xxx. I am looking for an in-home personal trainer for my husband, but who is also willing to give him the occasional spanking to keep it interesting for him. He's a kinky boy, and this will really help keep him motivated to train hard. If you're interested at all, please give me a call back at xxx-xxx-xxxx. Thank you!

To my immense surprise, I got a call back the next day and I was able to speak with her in person. She said that her friend had asked her about it before she sent on her contact info to me, and she really liked the idea. We agreed to get together for lunch to discuss it at greater length. Naturally, I was keeping david utterly in the dark as this was going on.

She an I met at a discreet downtown lunch spot (my treat, of course). I asked for an out of the way table so we wouldn't be overheard!

I liked her a lot. She is younger than I and very well qualified and experienced on the personal training front. She was also very complimentary about me going out of my way to arrange this for my husband. Apparently I am "one in million". We agreed on a fee, which was a bit pricier than what I had been paying the other trainers, but I thought was still good value for money. It was not anywhere near what we paid for a real pro domme session. She stuck closer to personal training rates, but with a bit extra for the domination aspect.

We discussed my thinking on motivating david. She initially thought that I thought that the spankings would be something he wanted to avoid and so would do as he was told. I told her that was not my intention at all. That he was a kinky boy and anything kinky would be a reward for him, not a punishment. But for it to appeal to his fantasy, we needed to pretend that it was "punishment". A little of that would keep him coming back for more, and if she dommed him, he would do as he was told just because he was being told in a forceful way with the "threat" of a spanking held over him.

She understood all this, and was a bit relieved as this way she could keep it lighter and more fun, and concentrate on the training aspects throwing in just enough "punishment" to have him coming back for more. Perfect.

She wanted to discuss limits and boundaries with me, and basically we agreed that smacks to the ass and legs were fine, clothed or unclothed, implements or not. I also told her that if she wanted to use his nudity or feminine clothes to humiliate him during  the training, that would be fine also. I basically told her there was to be no nudity or sex on her part (she wholeheartedly agreed!), and that I was reserving his cock, balls, and up inside his asshole for me, but she could have the run of anything else.  I think that she was impressed that I knew my mind so well and spoke it!

She also asked about how experienced he was and how much he could take. I described one of my more epic beatings and she seemed impressed. Ha Ha!

Most importantly, I told her we would be playing it "straight". I would be introducing her as david's new personal trainer to replace the last one, and we would not talk about anything of this with david. She and I agreed we would have some glorious fun with him. We ended on a more serious note, talking about his exercise and eating habits. She was pretty appalled with what I told her!

After this was all arranged, that evening I told david that I had found him a new in-home personal trainer, and that he was GOING TO do it and he was GOING TO get into shape! He agreed (he knew it was coming: only a matter of time until I found him a new girl).

"Any chance she's kinky at all?" he asked me. Ha!

"I have no earthly idea," I fibbed to him, "but she is an experienced trainer who comes highly recommended, and that should be good enough for you."

He looked very crestfallen at that.

"But," I went on, "she and I did talk about your diet, and she used the word 'childish' to sum it up."

I sat down next to him on the couch and put my hand on the crotch of his pants. He had stiffened slightly. "You want to be treated like a child by her, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am" he said, stiffening more.

"Go bring me your hairbrush." I whispered in his ear.

Panty Thief Punished!

My pen-pal lill jo has been creative and prolific lately. He drew a sketch with a cop in it staring down at a blushing boy in a very short skirt and panties, and asked me what I imagined the story behind it could be. I provided my take on it and lill jo provided some more illustrations to match it. As you all know, lill jo is my lill drawing bitch!

So I wrote up a story to go along with it. It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but let us know what you think!

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Julie Branson is a single mom in her thirties raising her eighteen-year-old daughter Vanessa in a pleasant suburban setting.

The Bransons live next door to the Thompsons. The Thompson's boy Joe is twenty years old, two years older than Vanessa. Joe has a crush on young Vanessa. Vanessa is cruel and won't give Joe the time of day. Ms. Branson, however, thinks Joe is a cute and upstanding young man, and is friendly to him. Joe also thinks Ms. Branson is very attractive, and is always attentive to her. He would be even if his Mom didn't tell him to be helpful to "the poor Bransons", with no man in the house.

Joe has been doing paid yardwork for Ms. Branson. Joe also has access to the Thompsons' key to the Bransons' house, Joe's Mom looks after things when the Bransons are away.

It's the middle of summer, and Vanessa is away at camp working as a counsellor. Today is Vanessa's last day, however, and Ms. Branson is just leaving to pick her up. Camp is a good five hour round trip, so they certainly won't be back for a while.

The Bransons' house is empty. This is maybe Joe's only chance for the rest of the summer! He has been fantasizing about making it with Vanessa. He has become obsessed with her. He wonders what is inside her panty drawer. He wants to see. More than that, he wants to steal a pair, and rub it against his cock when he is furtively masturbating alone at night. He plucks up his courage. He takes the key marked "Branson" hanging by his kitchen door and sneaks over to the house letting himself in by the back door.

Meanwhile, Julie is driving to the highway when it suddenly occurs to her that she has forgotten the map to the camp ground. Angry with herself, she turns the car around and goes back to her house to get it.

Oblivious to this unfortunate turn of events, Joe steals up to Vanessa's room. He was thinking he was just going to have a quick look in her panty drawer. Steal a pair, and then get out. He finds the panty drawer. Oh My Goodness! They are so pretty! They are so sexy! He also sees nearby one of Vanessa's sexiest super short summer dresses. He's seen her in that dress. So sexy! What would it be like to try that dress on????

Joe can't resist. He strips off his clothes and he pulls the dress over his head. Oh goodness! Joe is a bit bigger than Vanessa, and it doesn't even properly cover up his private parts! He then takes some tissue from the bedside table and stuffs the top of the dress to make him look like he has small breasts, just like Vanessa's. He admires himself in the mirror. He looks just like a girl!

Then he picks out Vanessa's sexiest pair of panties. A pink frilly thing, with strings at the sides!!! How sexy would it be to put those on with that dress???? Joe starts to put on the panties...

Just then the door to Vanessa's room opens. It's Ms. Branson!!! Joe has been caught red-handed!

Julie Branson is furious! Here is whom she thought was this young, upstanding young man from next door, with his clothes on the bed, her daughter's dress on him, stuffed with tissue to make him look like he has breasts, pulling on a pair of her daughter's panties, and with his private parts erect and exposed!!!

Joe is mortified. His life is passing before his eyes. He says "I can explain!", though he clearly can't. Joe goes to remove the panties. Oh No. "You like those so much, you keep them on while I deal with you!" says Ms. Branson.

With Joe standing in front of her, dressed in a short summer dress and panties, Ms. Branson gives him the scolding of his young life. Before it is halfway done, Joe is in tears.

Julie makes a decision. Joe is a potential danger to her daughter. She decides she must call her brother Ted, the Policeman. He will know what to do. Julie tells Joe to sit in a chair. She wants him in the dress and the panties so she can show her brother what this young perv has been up to!

Joe sits in the chair and shakes, wracked with sobs.

Ted the Policeman brother arrives and Julie explains the situation to him. Ted hears the whole story and tells Julie that Joe is not any danger. In fact, he sounds like he might have submissive tendencies, and possibly also bi-sexual tendencies as well. He does suggest that they teach the boy a lesson, though. A lesson he won't soon forget.

Policeman Ted heads upstairs with Julie and finds pretty little Joe sitting on a straight-backed wooden chair, crying his eyes out. He tells him to stand up and face him.

"What sort of perversion is this?" asks Policeman Ted. He continues, "This is breaking and entering, trespassing, theft, and harassment with sexual intent. You're in a lot of trouble, young man. What I should do is arrest you, take you downtown dressed just as you are for the court photographer, and have you sit in jail until you can be brought in front of Judge Wilkins."

"Please no sir!!!" wails Joe. "I'm sorry!! I'll never do it again. I swear!"

"Lucky for you my sister Julie here knows you. I personally don't think you're any danger to my niece Vanessa at all. Am I wrong, Mr Thompson?"

"No sir! You're not wrong! I would never do anything to hurt anybody. I swear!" answered Joe.

"I told my sister you're just a little pervert. A little pervert with submissive tendencies who wants to be treated just like a girl, and quite possibly bi-sexual tendencies as well, and therefore no danger to women. Tell me I'm right, Joe."

"Yes sir, You're right sir!" answered Joe. "about everything..." he added in a small voice.

"In that case," continued Policeman Ted, "I think we can forgo a messy arrest and give you summary punishment instead, and keep it all between us. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes sir!" said Joe, relief flooding over him.

"In that case, the first part of your punishment will be a very severe ass whipping, by me and Ms. Branson, on your bare bottom. Will you submit to that or do we take that trip downtown?" asked Policeman Ted.

"I'll submit to that sir. Yes sir!" said Joe, frantic to extricate himself from this mess by any means possible.

"And after that, seeing as you like to dress like a woman, I have half a mind to treat you like one, if you know what I mean..." continued Policeman Ted.

"I... I... don't know what you mean..." said Joe, afraid to offend the Officer.

"Turn around, and bend over, and flip up that dress. I'll make it clearer for you." said Policeman Ted.

With a big blush on his face, Joe did as he was told. Policeman Ted pulled out his nightstick and prodded Joe in the back of his testicles and asshole through the panties.

"Not a lot of people know this about me in this town, Joe, outside my sister, but I'm gay. I'd enjoy nothing more but to take my cock out of my pants, make you suck on it, and then take you in the ass with it. Then you'll know what it's like to be a girl. But that's not part of your punishment, Joe. You are free to refuse the offer or accept it, with no repercussions either way."

Joe was very confused. When Policeman Ted said those things to him, oh my! Deep in the pit of his tummy his very being tingled with the thought of being taken by handsome Policeman Ted. He really did want to know what it would be like to be treated like a girl. And he knew he wanted to find out at the hands of Policeman Ted!

"yes sir..." said Joe in a very weak voice. "I would want that, sir. And while I know it's not part of my punishment, sir, can you pretend like it is?"

Policeman Ted laughed aloud. "What did I tell you, Julie? That's no problem at all, little Joe. I understand as a gay man myself that with a certain type of submissive boy, it's sometimes a strong fantasy to be 'made to' have gay sex your first time. But you have to understand, Joe, that if we pretend like that, the sex is going to hurt you more. Do you want that Joe?"

"yes sir... I want you to make me... I want it to... hurt more. I deserve it." said Joe.

"And do you deserve to have it done to you the first time in front of Ms. Branson, while she watches?" asked Policeman Ted.

"yes sir," responded Joe, "it's only fair that Ms. Branson see me treated like the girl I pretended to be."

Julie was observing all of this, and she was a bit surprised that she was wetting her panties with the thought of beating Joe and then having her brother fuck him in front of her.

"Well let's get this over with then. Julie, since you were the aggrieved party, let's have you start things off with a good hairbrush spanking for little Joe."

"That would be my pleasure!" said Julie. She left for a moment and came back with a solid wooden hairbrush. She sat on the chair Joe was occupying minutes before. Policeman Ted was about to send Joe over when he noticed a pair of pretty pink hair ribbons on his niece Vanessa's dresser. He took them and tied them into Joe's long blonde hair. "There, now you look more like a girl!" said Policeman Ted, who then proceeded to direct Joe over to kneel beside Julie.

Julie was still very angry with Joe, and told him in no uncertain terms to get across her knee! Joe complied immediately. Julie was no stranger to wielding the hairbrush, and had used it on her young daughter Vanessa on numerous occasions. Joe had a slight build for a twenty-year-old man, and with his hair up in Vanessa's hair ribbons, and with Joe wearing Vanessa's dress and panties, why she could almost imagine it was Vanessa lying across her knee. Only little Joe was about to get it much worse than her little angel Vanessa ever did, and that was for darned sure!

The first thing Julie did was to lower Joe's panties to his knees just as she would have done for Vanessa.

Joe was mortified. He had never been spanked in his life before, much less dressed as a girl and with his panties lowered. Ms. Branson and Policeman Ted could both see his bare bum, and goodness knows what else!

Julie started spanking Joe's virgin seat and upper thighs, and within the first few strokes little Joe was already shrieking and crying out and kicking his little legs. Julie scolded as she spanked, and quickly reduced Joe to a blubbering mess. But this was really ridiculous, thought Julie, not even Vanessa at six years old acted like such a little girl across her knee as Joe did. Julie did not let this deter her, however, and spanked little Joe until she was sure he was learning his lesson!

"Now go over to my brother," said Julie, "Ted, you use your belt on him and teach this thieving little scoundrel a real lesson!"

Ted went over and grabbed little Joe by the arm, took him to the nearby sofa, and threw him over the arm. Joe's ass was already well-painted from Julie's hairbrush spanking, but the worst was yet to come for poor Joe.

Julie watched sternly and with great satisfaction as her brother Ted applied his doubled up, double thick Policeman's belt to little Joe's seat and legs. Joe clutched furiously at the couch pillow, kicked his little legs, and screamed for mercy, but Policeman Ted was remorseless, and taught this pervy thief a real lesson, as requested by his violated Sister.

"You finish him off with another dose of that hairbrush, Sis." suggested Policeman Ted once he was done.

"That would be my pleasure again," said Julie as she went over to the couch, picked little Joe up by his ear, marched him back to her chair, took him back across her knee, and put an exclamation mark on little Joe's bare-bottomed punishment.

Once done with his spanking, Julie pushed him off her lap and Joe rolled onto the floor, clutching his hindquarters from the extreme pain. Ted would have none of that, and stood Joe up and made him face the two of them. Panties at his knees. Skirt held high. His little penis and testicles well shown off.

"You got off easy, young man," said Policeman Ted. "Had you gone in front of the Judge, he would have given you a year in prison for sure. Now apologise to my sister for your actions, and thank her for spanking you so thoroughly."

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Branson, and thank you Ms. Branson, for sp...sp...spanking me so well!"

Ted then asked Julie if they may have a quick word together. They left the room and Joe was left standing there, skirt high and panties low, awaiting their return.

When they came back in the room, Policeman Ted spoke. "Ms. Branson and I have discussed it. You may consider yourself on parole for the next year. The conditions of your parole are as follows. First of all, my niece Vanessa will be told about your transgression and your punishment, and she will be given the opportunity to punish you as well, in the same way her Mother has just done."

"Oh no!" wailed Joe.

"Oh yes!" continued Officer Ted. "Furthermore, you will report once a week for a minimum of four hours each time to this house. Ms. Branson and Vanessa will give you chores, and they will have the right to punish you in any way they see fit for any shortfalls in your chores. Is that understood, Joe?"

"yes sir" said Joe, pitifully.

"And moreover, to remind you of why you are on parole, you will be dressed in girls' underwear, clothes, shoes, and makeup while you are in this house doing your chores. Vanessa will by put in charge of your wardrobe and makeup. Are we clear, Mr. Thompson?"

"yes sir..."

"Good girl. But now, young lady," said Policeman Ted with a twinkle in his eye, "there's one more part to your 'punishment', and what is that, little Josephine?"

"I'm to be shown what it's like to be a girl, sir, by a real man..."

"That's right, Josey. Now come here and kneel in front of me." Policeman Ted took his cock out of his pants, grabbed the back of little Joe's head, and pushed him down onto it.

"You suck on that, you little tramp." said Ted. As Joe approached the Officer's thick dick with his pursed lips, he knew all his dreams and fantasies were about to come true. Only in his dreams up to now, it was Vanessa on her knees in front of him. Oh well, if this was as close as he could get, then so be it...

Little Joe sucked and slurped with vigour on Policeman Ted's thick cock. Joe gagged as the cock was thrust deep down his throat, but as soon as he came up for air he dove back on the cock with renewed gusto.

"What an amazing little cocksucker!" exclaimed Policeman Ted to his Sister Julie who was watching the whole thing, getting hornier and hornier as she did so. "I can't believe it's this little slut's first time!"

Ted pulled out before Joe could finish what he started, saying "That's enough of that. I need this nice and hard for what's coming next..."

Joe knew what he was talking about, and submissively went over to the couch, removed "her" panties, and bent over the arm, flipping up "her" dress high beyond "her" waist, and spread "her" legs wide for what was to come.

Policeman Ted stripped off his shirt, went behind Joe, whipped off his belt, lowered his trousers and underpants, and poked the head of his cock towards Joe's virgin asshole.

Julie went over to the couch and sat down on it, taking one of Joe's hands in her own. "Are you ready, sweetie?" asked Julie of Joe. "Are you ready to be shown what it really feels like to be taken like a woman?"

"Oh, yes ma'am!" said Joe, enthusiastically.

"Did you ever fantasize about my Vanessa in the same position you're in now, with you in Ted's position? About to shove your cock into her tight little pussy, or up her ass? Be honest now, did you?"

Joe blushed up a storm, and murmured a faint "yes ma'am..." to Julie, as he felt the head of Policeman Ted's penis pushing gently but insistently into his tight hole.

"Well you know that's never going to happen, don't you?" said Julie, a bit cruelly. "My Vanessa goes for more the football player type, not little pansies like you. You understand that, don't you?"

"yes ma'am. Arghhhhh!" said little Joe, crying out as Ted's cock head pushed past Joe's anal ring and began sliding down his rectum.

"You're a good fuck toy, Joe, but you're not nearly good enough for my perfect darling daughter, are you?"

"no ma'am. Ohhhhhh" said Joe, as he received the full length and girth of Policeman Ted's cock deep up his ass.

"Now you're going to know what it feels like to get properly fucked, young lady!" said Julie to Joe, and then addressing Ted she said "Give it to him hard, Ted. Jack-hammer that ass the way you'd fuck a two dollar whore!"

"Yes Ma'am!" said Policeman Ted to his older sister Julie, and proceeded to do just that, pounding in and out of little Joe's ass with a vengeance.

Little Joe was such a delicious little piece of ass, that Policeman Ted could only keep it up for five minutes or so before he blew a copious load deep into little Joe's bowels.

Julie jumped up and grabbed the Polaroid, and ran behind Joe. Ted pulled Joe's ass cheeks apart with his hands, and Julie took an Instant photo of the cum dribbling out of Joe's asshole. She took the quickly developing photo and handed it to Joe saying "here's a souvenir, baby, of your very first time!"

Joe was spent but happy. His fantasies of sucking and fucking girls had all come true, and better yet, HE was the girl!

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For the next year, Joe kept up his end of the bargain, and came once a week for four hours of "chores" at the hands of Julie and Vanessa.

Vanessa took charge of Joe's wardrobe choices for his parole, and delighted in going out shopping and finding new outfits for Joe to wear.

Julie was for the most part in charge of Joe's discipline, and hardly a week went by when Joe did not earn himself a strapping and some "balls out" corner time for something or another.

Sometimes Joe's four hours were spent in the basement in "time out" after a strict beating from Mother and Daughter, who learned how to use all sorts of fun implements on Joe's bottom, such as canes and switches!

Sometimes Vanessa had friends over, and then she delighted in showing off her little toy in the most humiliating ways imaginable...

Many times Joe was just plain naughty, and would be shown the wall by his very strict "Aunt Julie" after suffering through an old fashioned country switchin' that left his ass and legs red and welted.

Poor Joe sometimes had to stay like that, holding up a coin with his spanked bottom on display for hours at a time. And if that coin dropped... well oh my Joe made sure that coin never dropped!

Once Julie's sister stayed with her for a time, and then Joe had not one, but two strict hairbrush wielding Aunts to deal with.

The best times were the Mother-Daughter "bonding" time. It was so nice that they could both share an interest.

And, of course, Uncle Ted was not left out! On those occasions when Uncle Ted could drop by, Vanessa and her Mom made extra sure to clean Joe up and prepare him properly for Uncle Ted's arrival.

This would involve a strict enema administered by "Aunt" Julie, followed by a nice soapy bubble bath from "Cousin" Vanessa, followed by a hair styling, some nice makeup, and that sexy little schoolgirl outfit that Uncle Ted favoured. Joe would always be spanked by Vanessa, to make sure he was in the right submissive frame of mind for Uncle Ted's arrival. He would then be restrained and ball-gagged awaiting uncle Ted's arrival. Joe's cock and balls would be put on display by Vanessa, because that was what Uncle Ted liked as his first view of his little Josephine. Finally, Joe would be plugged by Vanessa, in ever increasing butt plug dimensions.

This was so that Joe would be nicely stretched for when Uncle Ted arrived and put lill joe through her paces...

The year came and went, and eventually Joe moved into the Bransons' house and became their 24x7 little sissy bitch. Joe never did get to fuck Vanessa, but through the means of an extremely huge strap-on dildo, the reverse cannot be said to be true.

david shows off his bum toys for my sister

Had a fun little happening with david the other day. I had my sister over and we had david put on a wriggly little bum show for us, and then I did something very naughty, but more on that later...

We were chatting, Sue and I, and we got a bit bored and decided we should do something with david as we had not had any together fun with him for a little while now. I asked Sue if she would like to see david wriggle like a little slut? Of course she did!

I explained to Sue how david enjoys vibrating things up his butt, and how he tends to moan like a little slut when he gets them shoved up there and turned on. I offered her a demonstration. david was there as we decided all this, but had no say in the matter, naturally.

I told david to go upstairs and get himself prepared for some anal play, and then to come back down to us buck naked.

Sue and I cleared away the coffee table, and I put a couple of throw pillows in the middle of the living room floor. Then I put a towel down over them and fetched david's bum toys, some lube, and my strap.

david came down to us totally nude. It increases david's shame to present himself to us with his hands covering his privates and then for me to "make him" put them at his sides. True to form, david came down just like that, and I accommodated him, my little shame artist. And my goodness if he wasn't already sporting a big erection, for which I took him across my knee for a little nursery spanking with my hand, scolding him for his lack of control. Sue just sat back and enjoyed the show.

Then I  had him lay face down onto the towel over the pillows. I had him spread his legs, fished for his erection (just like for leighanne from my last blog post), and pulled it out between his legs which I had him spread for us.

I dribbled lube onto his hard cock and rubbed it in a bit. That got him moaning already!

Then I lubed his butt hole, and stuck in this first little vibrator.

It's rechargeable and has a little button that you push to make it vibrate. Quite strongly. It's designed to stimulate his prostate when it's in to the hilt. I stuck it up there and turned it on. He moaned again.

Now, david is quite capable of remaining perfectly still and quiet with these toys up inside him, but that's no fun. He really does feel like moaning like a little slut, and so I told him he needed to put on a moany little show for Sue and I. To emphasise my point I gave him ten hard licks across his lower bum and upper thighs with my strap. Then as a bit of an added incentive I told him that Sue would get to decide if he was allowed to cum at the end of it all, and she would decide based on how good a little moaner he was. I reminded him that Sue was used to real girls moaning in this position and that he had therefore better moan like the best of her girls to impress her.

I gave him a few slaps for encouragement, and told him to go on, to not hold back, but to make his little moans genuine, not forced.

Well he started grinding the pillows, clenching and unclenching his ass cheeks, and, of course, moaning. They seemed genuine to us, and just like a submissive girl might moan when penetrated by her lover's strap-on dildo.

Sue came over off the couch and knelt to one side of him, and gave him a little bum smacking of her own with her hand. She even briefly stroked his lubed penis and wondered aloud if he would be allowed to cum.

Once I had my fun with that toy, I pulled it out and got my Hitachi ready!

The Hitachi is my favourite toy to use on myself (though without that attachment on the end!). It plugs into the wall and is extremely powerful. The attachment is again designed to stimulate his prostate. For you gals who don't know, a boy's prostate is on the cock side of his bumhole, an inch or two inside. So you want to make sure the toy curves up into that area.

Unfortunately, we had to pause to move everything over to get closer to the electrical plug! But once that was taken care of, I shoved the Hitachi with the prostate attachment up his ass and flipped it onto low first, and then onto high a few seconds later. Now he was really moaning! My little bum slut. Moaning and humping like a complete and total little bum slut bitch and it was turning me on! Especially because Sue was there watching him lose all dignity!

It was, apparently turning him on too, because his cock started leaking clear fluid. Ewwwww!!!

Fearing that poor david would take the cum / no-cum decision out of Sue's hands, I shut down the Hitachi and slid it out.

I told Sue that after he's had the Hitachi, he gets real loose back there. Loose as a Goose! To demonstrate, I took Adam in hand.

david consistently has trouble accommodating Adam, and it seemed we might have a bit of trouble this time also, but after an initial rejection, he opened up like a little flower and sucked Adam right in.

I gave him a hand fucking with Adam, and then Sue grabbed it and took over! As she gave him his ass fucking, I teasingly stroked his cock and we were treated to another dose of fanny wriggling, sluttish moans, and begging for us not to stop. I am pretty good at judging how much I can touch him and get away with given the circumstances, and it was not very much this time! Especially as Sue was working that dildo, pulling it almost all the way out, and then slowly pushing it all the way back in with a twisting action right up to the hilt, and repeating. She even pulled out once or twice and had to reinsert, which was surprisingly easy as his bumhole was really gaping open by this time.

I took it from her gently and pushed it all the way in, then asked her if she would like to give him his strapping? Being invited to strap my husband is the "main event" for Sue and I knew it, and she accepted immediately. I handed her the strap and moved to his head, kneeling in front of him and clamping either side of his head with my thighs, letting my skirt cover him up. david first rearranged his cock and balls to hide them (a wise precaution given how exposed they were to the strap!), and then reached his hands forward and grabbed my ankles gently.

Sue knelt beside david, measured up the distance, and laid the strap hard and low across his cheeks. Every now and then she targeted the base of the dildo, and we got an extra jolt out of david's body each time the strap landed there. You could tell that she eased up a bit when she strapped the base of the dildo, and went much harder when she targeted above and below.

david absorbed about 50 or so strappings across his seat and and the crease joining upper thighs to bum. And was probably "strap fucked" as I like to say about a dozen or so times during that. He was whimpering and clutching me more tightly as it went on. Sue was giving it a good swing. He became very, very red!

After Sue felt he had had enough, I released him and made him roll over with Adam still buried up there. He was limp, sweaty, and there were some little tears in his eyes. Awwwwww! But he looked happy nonetheless. Though by "limp" I do mean "limp" all over. Sue had strapped the sexiness out of him for the time being.

Sue declared that he has taken his strapping very well, and that he had moaned like a proper little slut during his delightful bum show, and that he was allowed to ejaculate as far as she was concerned if he was able to after that strapping.

This had all made me extremely horny, especially him struggling and whimpering beneath my skirt, so close to my pussy!

I had a "what the fuck" moment. I slipped off my panties and knelt on his face. I told him he could rub his cock and cum, provided he kept his tongue busy cleaning out my asshole. My skirt was covering up all the action so Sue couldn't see, but I made up for it by giving him explicit instructions such as "lick it, baby. Lick it good. All around. up and down. Shove it in deep. Clean me out you little slut!" It was wild talking dirty like this in front of Sue. She had never really seen this side of me, fortunately she looked more amused than anything else.

I grabbed the lube and squirted it on his cock, and then david started rubbing his initially limp dick. It wasn't limp for long! Sue was on the other end of him, watching him masturbate and smiling at me indulgently (twisted little kinky sister that I am!). She absent-mindedly stroked his knee and lower leg, which david said later reminded him she was there and watching and was a major turn on for him.

It didn't take too long, and david shot a nice geyser of sperm straight up into the air as he urgently buried his tongue deep up into my asshole. He held his cock nice and upright so it shot straight up and then straight down again. How thoughtful. And my but it was a big load! I 'kinda came during that as well, a little bit, but I kept it more or less under wraps. I can actually cum from just having my asshole licked, which is fun. I might have touched myself a little through my skirt as well. Just a little.

Being forced to lick his wife's asshole in front of his sister-in-law is definitely a new humiliation for david. And Sue won't let him forget it either. he got a few "good little ass licker" comments from her as the evening wore on.

After he was spent, I got up and went to the kitchen to get a tablespoon. All of you readers know my household rule by now. Whatever david spurts he must take into his mouth and swallow. Even if that means a humiliating spoon-feeding in front of company. And that is exactly what he got: several spoonfuls of cum liberally mixed with lube, the poor baby, followed by a great big, trampy swallow while on his knees.

What a terrible little slut I have!

Leighanne

leighanne is one of my faithful blog followers who also emails me from time to time. Here "she" is:

Yes, leighanne is a boi, married to a wife of 31 years who indulges him. Isn't she cute! She writes,

I am very submissive to her. I cross dress at home as her house maid. I am punished as needed and she even branded my right ass cheek several times. The branding was my idea to help me behave better. She actually branded me several times. I had her initials on my right ass cheek then the two interlocking hearts. The brands fade over time so she redid the hearts once and they need to be rebranded once again. After a hard paddling the brands are much more visible. I am very good with my housework. Married 31 years this May. I have six housekeeping dresses with aprons and two special dresses that permit me to wear a very full petticoat. She has let one divorced girlfriend Ann know and see me. It was very humiliating to have her over the first time. But now I am used to her coming over and her teasing. Yes my wife does let Ann see me get paddled.  She makes sure I get a hard paddling with her favorite Spencer Paddle.  She will make me go get it and hand it to her and ask for a paddling. I will pull my panties to my knees and bend over and hold up my dress and petticoats. Then afterwards I will go right to the corner and stand there holding up my dress and petticoats with my panties around my knees. Ann loves it. She laughs and tells me what a sissy wimp I am.

leighanne has so far posted three videos (I give the links below) made by him and his wife. I have grabbed some screen shots so we may discuss.

Here we see leighanne prepared for a strapping.

He is restrained spread-eagle, hands and feet, and, while it's hard to see, leighanne tells me he has been very effectively panty-gagged. But wait! What's wrong with this picture? She can't see his little cock anywhere.

She needs to fix that. It must be in there somewhere...

 There it is!

 In case it's too small for you I blew it up.

But why do we need that little thing out there? Here's the reason!

Get the trusty Hitachi out to tease the little bitch. No, she won't get to cum. But she will get the strap!

Over and over again, the paddle too, until his ass looks like this.

A job well done!

The next video is a two-parter. in this one, little leighanne is fastened down "en femme" as they say...

Stockings, garter belt, heels, and bra. Again fastened spread-eagled face down on the bed. Again with a panty gag firmly in place. This time, leighanne is also suffering the indignity of a butt plug for the duration of the paddling.

Ha Ha! Poor baby! When that paddle lands low across both cheeks (as it will), it will land right across the base of the plug, effectively paddle-fucking poor little leighanne!

And, by the way, leighanne's wife spanks hard and fast! We can all learn a thing or two from her! OMG!

She also makes sure to spank from both sides to leave the markings evened up. A true artist.

That paddle is called the "Spencer Paddle". It is very thick and the holes means it can be swung hard, and boy is it ever swung hard in this video! Poor leighanne is very quickly writhing in agony.

The video is a lot of fun because while the paddling only lasts about 10 seconds, leighanne absorbs nearly 30 very hard paddle strokes! Her little legs spasm and kick quite uncontrollably, and the whimpering and screeching that comes out of his panty-gagged mouth is positively priceless! 

Here is one of her spanking tube videos that leighanne sent me to post. Better make sure the volume is down on your computer before you hit the play button!

The three videos are all reachable by clicking through leighanne's spanking tube page.

leighanne and his wife's 31st anniversary is coming up, and leighanne has asked his wife to tape a special Anniversary Paddling just like this video however a full thirty one seconds long, one for every year married, with that Spencer Paddle. And just as hard and fast as the video. I am looking forward to seeing that! Let's add in some nicely spaced stills over the next couple of days to monitor the evolution of the bruising!

Let's close on leighanne's thoughts on his relationship with his wife:

I trust my wife completely. She knows that when I let her restrain me I am giving her total control to do as she pleases. She also knows I want her to take me to a state of mind where I have accepted my fate and know she has control and she can do as she pleases and I must accept and obey her. The second I am fully restrained I know I will be getting an ass beating that will have me first whimpering, then crying then (as she demands) being totally silent as she really beats my ass and just obediently accept it. She can break me every time. When she finally does stop and release me I jump to my knees and hug her legs and kiss her ass and thank her for being my wife. Then I please her orally and do anything she asks or wants. I love being controlled by her.

Isn't she sweet? Every woman's dream boi.

We should also give a big shout out to leighanne's wife. Married for 31 years, catering to his fantasies, giving him such a strict paddling that all of us women can learn a thing or two from watching. Many wives do not understand these types of hubbies, so she is a rare jewel indeed.