Julie 1998: Hit me baby one more time

Continued from: Julie: 1998

[F/m teasing] [M/f forceful] [spanking] [daddy issues] 

Dear Diary, 

Being an eighteen-year-old freshman on campus was like being a kid in a candy store. There were so many cute boys everywhere I looked, and they were all so eager to please me. It was almost too easy, but a lot of these boys got put in the friend zone. I preferred to date a little older, real men, rather than silly boys. 

Also, I found out very quickly that it was time to drop the grunge look, the Alicia Silverstone, Aerosmith style and put away my Pearl Jam CDs. It was time to go full-on Britney, bitch! Because under the surface, I’m actually not that innocent. 

I remember this one time, I was in the library studying for a big exam. I had on a short skirt and my midriff exposed to show off my curves. I knew I looked good, and I wasn't afraid to flaunt it. 

I was sitting at a table with a couple nerdy guys, and I could see them stealing glances at me every chance they got. I decided to have a little fun with them. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs, giving them a perfect view of my smooth, toned thighs. I saw their eyes widen and their jaws drop. I pretended not to notice, but inside I was laughing. 

Then I started twirling my hair around my finger, licking my lips seductively. I could practically see the drool dripping down their chins. They were so pathetic, it was almost funny. 

But then I had an idea. I uncrossed my legs and slowly spread them apart, giving them a clear view of my white lace panties. I ran my hand up my thigh, teasing them, then slipped my fingers under the edge of my panties. 

Then, suddenly, I stopped. I closed my legs, adjusted my skirt, and went back to studying like nothing had happened. The guys looked confused and frustrated, but they didn't dare say anything. I was one of the popular girls and they knew I could wield that power if I needed to. 

I did stuff like that all the time. I loved teasing boys, getting them all hot and bothered, then leaving them hanging (quite literally). It was a power trip, knowing that I had that kind of control over them.

Sometimes I would take it a step further. I remember one time, I was at a party and this really cute guy was hitting on me. We were dancing and grinding on each other, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against my ass. 

I turned around and looked up at him with my most innocent expression. "Want to go somewhere more private?" I asked. 

He nodded eagerly and led me upstairs to an empty bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he was all over me, kissing me and groping my tits. I let him for a minute, then pushed him away. 

"Not so fast," I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. "I want to taste you first." 

He looked surprised but pleased. I undid his pants and pulled out his cock, which was not overly impressive but was rock hard and ready. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth, sucking him deep. 

He moaned and grabbed my hair, guiding my head as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I could tell he was getting close, his hips bucking and his breathing getting heavier. 

But then, just as he was about to cum, I pulled away. I looked up at him with a wicked grin. "Sorry, but I don't swallow," I said, standing up and adjusting my dress. 

He looked confused and angry, as cum bubbled and dribbled from the tip of his cock, flowing down onto the carpet in a steady stream. I could hear him cursing under his breath as I left and shut the door behind me. I know it was mean, but it was so much fun. I loved having that kind of power over guys, being able to drive them crazy with desire and then leave them frustrated and unsatisfied. 

Of course, sometimes it backfired on me, which I actually didn't mind. Sometimes a girl needs and wants to be manhandled. There was this one guy, a football player named Chad, who I teased mercilessly for weeks. I would rub up against him in class, pass him notes with dirty content written on them, I even flashed him my tits once, when no one was looking.

But Chad was more mature than his age would suggest. He knew what I was up to, and wasn't about to let me get away with it. One day, he cornered me in the locker room after practice and told me that it was time put up or shut up. 

I tried to play it cool, but deep down I was nervous. Chad was a big, strong guy, and I knew he could overpower me if he wanted to. 

"What do you want, Chad?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and virginal. 

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him, his erection pressing into my stomach. "I want you to suck my dick, right here, right now," he growled in my ear. 

I knew I could say no, and he would have accepted that, but there was something about the way he was looking at me, the way he was touching me, forcefully, that made me weak in the knees. I nodded slowly, sinking down to my knees in front of him. 

I took a deep breath and wrapped my lips around the head of Chad's cock, swirling my tongue around it. He groaned and grabbed my hair, pushing my head down further onto his shaft. I gagged a little as he hit the back of my throat, but I managed to relax and take him deeper. He was so big, I could feel him stretching my throat, filling me up in a way that no one else ever had. 

"Fuck yeah, just like that," Chad grunted thrusting his hips forward. "You're such a good little cocksucker." 

I moaned around his cock when he called me that, sending vibrations through his shaft. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy tingling with excitement. I loved the feeling of being used, being dominated by a powerful man. 

Chad started fucking my face harder, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing him, making him feel good. 

Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth with a pop. I gasped for air, my lips puffy and my eyes watering. Chad grabbed me by the hair and guided me to my feet, spinning me around and bending me over a nearby bench. 

"You've been teasing me for weeks, you little slut," he growled, yanking down my shorts and panties in one motion. "Now's time to pay the price." 

I felt his hand come down hard on my bare ass, the sting of the spank sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. "Oh god, yes!" I cried out, arching my back and pressing my ass back towards him. He spanked me again and again, each slap harder than the last. My ass was on fire, but I loved every second of it. I could feel my pussy dripping with desire, begging to be filled. 

Then, without warning, Chad plunged his cock deep inside me. I screamed in ecstasy, my pussy walls clenching around him as he stretched me open. He started pounding into me, his hips slamming against my sore ass with each powerful thrust. 

"You like that, you dirty little tease?" He panted, reaching around to grab my tits roughly. "You like getting fucked like the little cock-tease you are?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I cried out, "hit me again," I pleaded, my mind going blank with pleasure as my hands rushed to cover my mouth in complete shock. Oh dear god! What the hell did I just say?!! 

Diary! I did something really stupid. I mean, really, really stupid. And now I'm scared that Chad is going to think I'm a total freak. But much to my surprise, he invited me over later that night. He said his parents went out to the Ponderosa for dinner and were stopping at Jumbo Video to grab us some movies. 

Anyway, we were making out on his couch, and things started to get a little heated again. His hands were all over me, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I was so turned on, I could barely think straight. 

And then, before I knew it, he was flipping me over and bending me over the edge of the sofa while yanking down my shorts and panties in one fluid jerk. I let out a little squeal of surprise, but he just laughed and smacked my bare ass. 

"You've been a naughty little tease, haven't you?" he growled in my ear. "Practically throwing yourself at me, showing off that hot little body of yours. I think it's time somebody taught you a lesson." 

Chad wasn't wrong. He was several years older than me and my new Britney style was quite the contrast to how I used to dress, in baggy plaid shirts and carpenter jeans. 

So here I was. Bent over the couch in Chad's basement. On my knees with my shorts and panties pulled down. My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew what was coming but I was powerless to stop it. And deep down, I didn't want to. 

Chad's hand came down again, and again, spanking me hard on my bare ass. It stung like crazy, and I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. But at the same time, it felt so good. So right. Like this was exactly what I needed. 

As he spanked me. Chad kept up a steady stream of dirty talk. "You like that, don't you? You like being spanked like a naughty little slut. I bet you'd love it if I fucked you right now, wouldn't you?"

I was so turned on, I could hardly breathe. And then, before I could stop myself, the words just slipped out again. "Yes, Daddy." I moaned. "Please fuck me, Daddy." 

As soon as I said it, I froze in horror. What the hell was I thinking? Why had I just called Chad "Daddy"? He wasn't my father, or even my stepfather. He was just a guy I was hooking up with. 

But it was too late to take it back. Chad paused for a moment, his hand reaching for mine to place it around his cock. And then, to my shock, he went with it. 

"You want me to be your Daddy, baby?" he said, his voice low and husky. "Is that what gets you off? Calling me Daddy while I spank your naughty little ass?" 

I didn't know what to say. I was mortified, but at the same time, I was so turned on I could barely think straight. And then Chad did something that made my stomach twist with shame and embarrassment. He reached down between my legs, sliding his fingers over my pussy to give me a wet check! "Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned. "You really do like this, don't you?" 

I couldn't deny it. I was practically dripping, my body betraying me in the most humiliating way possible. And when he started rubbing my clit, I lost all control. 

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, as I climbed up onto his lap. "Please, Daddy, I need you. I need your big cock in my little pussy." 

We fucked like animals, our bodies slamming together in a wild, frenzied rhythm. Chad pounded into me, grunting and growling like a beast, while I clawed at his neck and shoulders, screaming out my pleasure. 

All the while, I kept calling him "Daddy", begging him to spank me harder, to fuck me deeper. I don't know why I called Chad "Daddy". I don't know why the thought of being spanked and fucked like a naughty little girl turns me on so much. But I do know that I can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop fantasizing about it. 

It's been over a week since Chad's basement and I can't contain this any longer. 

Tonight, I need to take matters into my own hands! 

Julie 

Continued in: Julie 1998: Bedtime Spanking

Alice in Wonderland

Continued from: Miss Julie's Blog

[FF/m] [F/fm] [kink show] [spanking] [sissification] [chastity/denial] [public humiliation] 

A special thank you to those who were able to use my blog as a book of condolences for our beloved Miss Julie. Please continue to do so if you'd like her to see a farewell message from you. I am sure she will be checking and may reply in the comments. 

To help fill the void that has been left behind, perhaps I'll bring back her iconic character for some family dynamic, Daddy spankings, right at the dinner table. Her little green cargo pants didn't stay up for long during this one, as her actual Dad gives her a spanking on the bare, right in front of her immediate family: The Spanking She Never Got

With Julie's blessing, perhaps we can even create an A.I. version of her, to enhance any future works or tribute posts.

In the meantime, I'll try to quench the thirst of her readers and followers by inviting you to follow along with this blog. For the best experience, I suggest starting at the very beginning and reading in order from oldest to newest posts, as there is a main storyline that develops throughout the entirety of the blog. The earlier stuff is a little clunky as I was just starting out and trying to hone-in on the overall art and content. I am thankful for Miss Julie's help in the early stages, as she was always open to my "how does this work?" questioning. 

Some of my content is purely fictional, as are a few of the characters who exist in the Sims world. However, much of the content, even if a fictional character is involved, is based on my own relationships and experiences with BDSM and spanking, even romance within the main storyline. 

What should be purely fiction, what should be a whimsical wonderland of erotic dreams, is actually the new reality of sissy alice, who is here to tell us all how far down the rabbit hole he just went. Directly continued from: A Star is Born

A sissy alice story:

As far as outings go, my first as alice was pretty awesome. Bent over the knee of a beautiful and renowned disciplinarian and being spanked was a dream come true, a wonderful gift from Mistress Andrea who sent me there for a "real" spanking. 

I was not prepared however for the task about to be bestowed upon me, or what would happen thereafter. 

This was bombshell one...

...what Mistress wrote about in her last post and the message I got from her that day. "Do you have any idea what Lady Jose has just asked me, sissy?" 

Mistress sent me a screen shot of an email from Lady Jose to Mistress Andrea which was also described in the last post. Wait, does that say what I think it does? I had to read it multiple times for it to sink in. Damn my clitty cage felt tight that day, especially when I was given permission to attend this kink function. 

The good thing is there was only about a week and a half until the event so I had little time to wind myself up about it. The bad news was there was only a week and half to go until the event so I needed to get my things in order. Dresses, make up, logistics. I'm a planner. First time I went to my spanking appointment with Lady Jose I had my dress hanging on display in my discipline corner a few hours before my session. 

Fortunately, I had already got approval from my online "Daddy" for a bunch of new dresses that were on the way via post. As the dates ticked by I grew more and more excited. I organised the hotel rooms for Lady Jose and I and after some discussion, we agreed on three outfits I would bring to the hotel and try on and let Lady Jose decide how I should dress. 

The side effect of all this planning and anticipation were my panties pretty much being constantly wet, my clitty would NOT stop leaking. Like, it was ridiculous! By Tuesday I was changing my panties twice a day. 

Then, the next bombshell hit just two days before the event. "There might be another girl joining us, Kitty. She's a lovely easy going person like me." 

Ok, sounds fun. Hopefully I'm still spanking I thought...

"Is she a spankee or spanker, Lady Jose?" I asked innocuously. My brain was going overtime. Am I going to be spanked by two beautiful women now? Am I to stand in the corner whilst Kitty is spanked? Is this all a dream? 

The response from Lady Jose was so normal, an almost throw away comment as if this was everyday conversation. Maybe for Lady Jose it is, but for me it's not so when I read the response: "She's a porn model." 

My jaw hit the floor. When I clicked on the Fetlife link I think my jaw carried on falling through the floor of my 4th floor apartment and ended up in level -2. 

Drop

Dead

Gorgeous!

So now, the reality of my situation was sinking in. I was going to a fetish show, dressed like a little girl, to be potentially spanked by the beautiful Lady Jose and there was going to be Kitty there as well - a stunning porn model to join in. 

Pinch me, pinch me. This is definitely a dream. 

My chastity cage had definitely shrunk, by this point it almost felt like constant pressure. I cope pretty much all the time with my clitty cage, I have been locked up for 216 days and I haven't seen a naked woman in real life for years, YEARS! 

The next thing I knew, these two women were in my room, picking out my attire and dressing me up like a little girl, complete with hair and make up, jewelry and accessories. After getting to the event we got our VIP wrist bands and headed inside. It was still quiet, things apparently would pick up later in the evening but I was still in shock, being the arm-candy of Lady Jose and a submissively-dressed, near-naked porn model named Kitty. 

We went into the fetish area of the show, where the more kink oriented happenings were going on and soon had a bottle of bubbly on the go. There was some amazing rope bondage being demonstrated, the skill involved was mind-blowing. It was inside this fetish area we got our first spanking, and I mean WE because Lady Jose made Kitty and I stand face-to-face, holding hands whilst she took turns spanking us. I was on cloud nine, standing in front of the gorgeous Kitty, being spanked while people walked past or stopped to watch. I felt so vulnerable yet so safe there, I couldn't have let go of her hands even if I wanted to. I needed her support. 

After this we walked around some more, looking at the stalls, grabbing some food and checked out some of the stage activities. 

Later, after another walk around it was time for another spanking back in the fetish area, and it was getting busier. This time there was no Kitty to hold my hands, she was busy holding the camera! Oh boy this was a good one. Lady Jose kept tugging my panties, wedgy-style and almost using them as a handle to hold my butt in place whilst I was spanked. 

It felt so good and so vulnerable, there with my arms and legs spread on the St. Andrews cross. I didn't realise until the end that we had gathered quite the crowd!

Lady Jose had also spanked Kitten up against the cross too, and I must say it was one of the hottest things I have ever seen, and two of the best pictures I have ever taken. 

Like, wow! Everybody by this point has stopped to watch, transfixed.

We took a break and watched a male strip show on a stage. All three of us enjoyed watching them before heading back for what would be my last spanking of the night. The big one! 

Up against the cross again, more crowd, more intensity. The strokes started to hurt now. Lady Jose expertly knew when to push my limits and when to ease back a little. Subtle check ins, a gentle hand on the shoulder, tender nails across my hot bottom. All expertly done as ever. 

I was so aroused by this point, I could feel my clitty literally dripping between my legs as I held onto the rings and just let the experience take over me. 

The girls then took on a gentleman from the audience that stopped to...admire the situation. I have never witnessed a man wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underpants, stand in public with his hands down his underpants whilst two women put on a spanking show...but now I have. Kink is awesome!

He expressed an interest in being spanked by both Lady Jose and Kitty and they didn't disappoint. 

Now, I admit, I was soooo jealous of the man at that stage. I wanted to be there instead. Well you know what they say, be careful what you wish for. Once the ladies were done with Mr. Underpants, Lady Jose asked if she could use my bare bum to give Kitty a lesson on where and how to spank. 

So I found myself one last time against the cross, panties pulled down, female hands wandering across my bottom, lower back and legs as Lady Jose went through the 101's of where it is safe to spank and where it isn't. They took turns spanking me at first, and Kitty was really good at it. 

At first I couldn't feel the difference between Lady Jose and Kitty - the intensity was discernible but as it went on it became a blur. 

When the two ladies teamed up, each spanking a bum cheek, I was in heaven, and my god was the crowd big! By the end, my tooshie was on fire, the divine feeling of two different hands caressing and soothing my abused bottom was almost too much. I felt so aroused, so humiliated, so sexually frustrated at that point. 

Just look at how sexy Kitty is!! Omg. 

This dream had to end eventually I guess, but my goodness it was the most amazing experience I can remember. Even writing this now I wonder if it was a dream, or how I got so lucky to be able to experience this?! I can only thank Lady Jose and Kitten for such a night. 

And Mistress Andrea, oh how I am forever indebted to Mistress Andrea. It is only because of her this is all possible, through her guidance, wisdom and encouragement. 

So thank you Mistress, thank you Lady Jose and thank you, Kitten. That truly was a once in a lifetime experience that I will always treasure! 

Kisses

alice

xxx

It certainly sounds like sissy alice had a fun time, despite being publicly spanked, humiliated, feminized and never to be freed from his chastity cage. From what I understand, he has booked a one-on-one, full and proper spanking session with Lady Jose again, towards the beginning of May I believe. I'll be sure to post an update on that one. He might be dressed as a schoolgirl and introduced to the cane, hehe. 

Additionally, it seems sissy has earned the trust and fame of this wonderful community, enough so that he has been invited to hold the camera once more and film some kink content for Lady Jose. It's like a torturous form of cuckolding right? He's a docile sissy, he will likely be dressed like a parody of a little girl, in ridiculously frilly attire. He's not a sexual threat or concern to the women as his penis is and will forever be locked up...

He's the perfect camera holder, albeit, incredibly frustrating for him. Apparently another internationally renowned, female disciplinarian will be in town soon. Sissy alice will be helping to film the production and I expect, before too long, he'll be staring in these productions also. 

I wish him all the best in his future endeavours and who knows, perhaps you'll see sissy alice content pop up here from time to time, along with other, more professional porn content that he is now engaged in. 

He's gonna be a sissy porn star in no time! Go check out "Sissy Joyce" if you want to see what that looks like and what alice's new reality might be. 

Good luck, alice. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo    

   

Continued in: Julie: 1998

 

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Mind Games

Continued from: First Time

[lezdom] [F/ff] [forced bi] [CNC]

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, Daddy! The whipping resumed, and I let out a tiny squeal as Mistress Andrea's lash struck my bare bottom once more. "Get back to work, little one!" she hissed, her voice stern but amused. 

I hastily returned my attention to Mandy's awaiting pussy, my nose nestling against her slickened asshole, as I began to lap at her tender folds with my tongue. 

The sensation was surreal, to say the least - I'd never gone down on a woman before, and the fact that I was being forced to do so, now made my mind reel with confusion and shame. But Mistress Andrea's encouragement (if you could call it that) kept me going. "Faster, deeper, slut! Make her cum!" she urged, interspersing her commands with occasional lashes of the whip. I winced with each strike, but my tongue kept moving, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity. 

As I worked Mandy's pussy, I couldn't help but think about how impossible this scenario would've seemed just a few months ago. Me, a suburban mom and wife, licking out another woman while being whipped by a Dominatrix? It was the stuff of fantasy novels, not real life. And yet, here I was, my tongue buried deep in Mandy's cunt, coaxing her toward climax. 

Mandy's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my face as she began to beg Mistress Andrea for permission to orgasm. "Please, Ma'am...may I cum!?" she panted, her voice laced with desperation. 

I glanced up at Mistress Andrea, whose eyes gleamed with excitement. "Not yet, Mandy," she teased, her whip cracking down on my bare bum once more. "Sarah needs to convince me that she loves being a lezzie dyke." 

With a surge of determination, I redoubled my efforts, my tongue dancing across Mandy's clit as I continued to be whipped on the bum. Mandy's pleas grew more frantic, her body trembling with need as she begged again. "Please, Ma'am...please may I cum?" she whimpered, her hips jerking against my face. 

Mistress Andrea's response was immediate and direct. "Sarah Jane, place your tongue inside her asshole," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. "And use your fingers to manually masturbate her." 

I hesitated for only a moment and I was instantly whipped. Mistress held the crop poised above my bottom, waiting to deliver another stroke if I did not comply. With a deep breath, I carefully inserted my tongue into Mandy's bum hole, feeling the ring of muscle constrict around it. 

At the same time, I slipped two fingers into her pussy, finding her engorged clit with my thumb, and began to stroke it gently. 

Mandy's reaction was instantaneous. Her body began to shake and tremble, her asshole involuntarily clenching and releasing around my tongue in rhythmic pulses. I felt of rush of humiliation mixed with excitement as I realized I was about to experience something truly unique - the sensation of being gripped by Mandy's anus as she came. 

"Mistress, please..." Mandy screamed aloud, her voice partially muffled into the bedding. 

Mistress Andrea smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. "Very well, slut. You may cum for me." 

The dam burst and Mandy's orgasm flooded through her body. Her asshole contracted around my tongue, squeezing it tightly as her pussy pulsed against my fingers. I felt a wave of heat wash over me, mingling with humiliation and arousal in equal measure.

As Mandy's orgasm subsided, she thanked Mistress Andrea in a quivering voice, her body still trembling with aftershocks. With a gentle hand around her bicep, Mistress directed Mandy to stand in the corner and face the wall, her high heels clicking against the floor as she teetered precariously. 

Meanwhile, I found myself draped over Mistress Andrea's knee, my bottom lifted and ready for punishment. I was previously whipped and beaten into performing sexual acts on Mandy, Daddy! I didn't want to lick her pussy, but the whipping was relentless. Now, I was about to be punished for it. It was a complete mind-fuck...and I was loving it.

"You naughty little dyke slut," she scolded, her hand coming down in a series of sharp slaps. "What would your husband think if he saw you kissing and licking another woman's asshole?" 

Each spank stung, but I knew I deserved it. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," I wailed, my tears flowing freely. "I'm sorry for being such a slutty lesbian!" 

Mistress Andrea's spanking slowed, her hand pausing mid-air as she grabbed my hair with a jerking motion of amusement and disappointment. "You know why you're being punished, don't you, Sarah Jane?" she asked, her voice tinged with playful strictness. 

I sniffled, my nose running as I nodded vigorously. "Y-yes, Ma'am. Because I went down on Mandy, and kissed her asshole, and...and..." My words trailed off as Mistress Andrea's arm began to move again, spanking me with renewed vigor. 

"Oh, no, sweetie," she corrected, her tone gentle despite the firmness of her smacks. "It's not because of what you did. It's because you enjoyed it! You liked the way it felt, didn't you?" 

My face flushed crimson as I nodded again, unable to deny the truth. Yes, I had liked it. I had loved every humiliating, shameful moment of it. And that was the greatest sin of all - embracing my own desires, no matter how taboo they might be. 

The rest of the evening was a blur of ropes, restraints, and ravishing pleasures. Mandy and I were "encouraged" to embark on a journey of discovery, exploring each other's bodies with tongues, fingers, and eventually, a strap-on. 

As I look back on that night, I'm filled with gratitude towards Mistress Andrea, for pushing me beyond my comfort zone and for pushing me towards you, Daddy! You always know just what to say to make me feel safe and loved.

Now, if you'll excuse me everyone, I think I need to go ask "Mommy" for my weekly allowance. My favourite pacifier needs a good sucking, don't you think, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Alice: Through the Looking Glass