Farewell Julie

Continued from: Oops, I did it Again

[spanking] [M/f] [kink] [bdsm] 

In peace, may you leave your blog

In love, may you find the next.

Safe passage on your travels

Until your next project, 

May we meet again. 

I intended on doing a tribute post to our beloved Miss Julie, after she was literally nuked from Blogger, (as she put it). Turns out, I ended up writing six tribute posts...

But, it is well deserved and warranted, I mean, this is Miss Julie we're talking about!

We "cast" her character in the late 90s, an eighteen-year-old Julie Delmar, can you picture it? A yellow Sony Discman in-hand, pouty lips and a bitchy attitude.  

She harboured some pretty strong feelings towards her step-daddy in our tales, which he eventually addressed with his belt, only fueling her fire even hotter. 

"Oh boy" is right. She tried to be good, she really did. But it seemed her horns were too often holding up her halo. 

We ended her 1998 journey in suspense, she was completely bare naked and freshly spanked, as she anxiously waited for him on his bed. I wonder what those two got up to?

I wonder how much of a little handful she was in the proceeding years, into her twenties? 

Just look at that twenty-year-old butt! That's not even fair!

Well into her thirties, long after her Britney phase, she still found people in her life who cared enough about her to give her the spankings that she needed. 

Even into her forties, still being spanked while maintaining the butt of a twenty year old.

In her farewell address to her fans, (which can be found here: Technical Difficulties), Julie is absolutely right, that "kids" these days don't have the attention span to read or write, let alone visit a blog. If we could mainline dumb information and stimulus directly into their brains, so they don't have to raise a phone up to look at it, they'd probably opt for that, it's more efficient. 

I listened to some kink podcasts recently, with two Dommes interviewing a younger person, likely a millennial in their late twenties. This person spent more time trying to tell the Dommes how they identify, rather than enjoying the fact he was in the presence of two Dommes. 

"I'm a service top, dark little...which is different than being an ABDL little, traditional sissy, because I identify with leather tendencies and female feet...blah blah".

Just...shut the front door, establish your safewords, develop a list of hard and soft limits, trust your partner and have fun with it. 

Is my blog dying a slow death too? Is there any appetite to continue it? Or maybe I used the "D" word too liberally in the last six posts (Daddy), and I'll get nuked too? Perhaps the missile is already in the air?

Should I suddenly disappear, like Miss Julie did, should I find myself in my funeral attire, saying goodbye to my fans, it's been fun...just don't put 215,000 views on MY tombstone! Embarrassing! 

Hehe. 

Always reachable at bellagothspanked at g-male dot com. 

 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Julie 1998: Oops, I did it Again

Continued from: She gets the belt

[M/f] [spanking] [otk] [cornertime] [ddlg] [taboo] [Daddy]

Dear Diary, 

It's been months since that first spanking, the one that changed everything. And now, it feels like I'm living in a whole new world, a world where I'm constantly on edge, constantly waiting for the next time Daddy decides I need to be punished. 

They did become more frequent. I'd come home from college for the weekend, and Daddy was waiting for me, arms crossed, face stern. I knew immediately that I was in trouble, that I'd done something to tick him off. And sure enough, he pulled out the kitchen spoon, told me to take off my clothes, and bent me over his knee right there in the living room. 

That spanking was brutal, the spoon landing hard and fast on my bare ass, leaving me writhing and kicking and sobbing like a little girl. But even as I cried and begged, I could feel the familiar heat building between my legs, the ache of desire that only Daddy could fulfill. 

I loved and hated it in equal measure. I loved the attention, the feeling of Daddy's strong arms around me, the way he held me tight and spanked me until I was a sobbing, blubbering mess. I loved the way it made me feel, the way it satisfied some deep, dark need inside me, a need to be dominated, to be owned, to be Daddy's little girl. 

But that's not why I'm writing to you today, Diary. I'm writing because I can't believe what just happened. I'm still in shock, my mind racing, my body betraying me. I'm so embarrassed, so ashamed, but also...so turned on. 

It started like any other punishment, I was being a naughty girl, pushing Daddy's buttons, trying to get his attention in the wrong ways. And he responded like he always does, with a firm hand and strict voice. 

"That's it, young lady," he said, his eyes flashing with anger. "It's time for a spanking." 

I whimpered, my heart pounding, but I knew I had no choice. I followed Daddy to my bedroom, my stomach churning with nerves and excitement. 

Daddy made me strip naked, as he always does. I hated being exposed like that, vulnerable and ashamed, but I knew it was part of the punishment ritual. Daddy wanted to make sure I felt every bit of the vulnerability and humiliation of still being spanked at my age. 

Once I was naked, Daddy made me lie over two pillows on my bed, my hips propped up, my legs spread. I knew the position well, the way it left my bare bottom raised and exposed with everything else on full display to him.

Daddy picked up his belt, the buckle jingling in his hands. I could feel my heart racing, my body tensing, as I waited for the first stroke. And then it came, the stinging, searing fire of the belt across my bare bum. I cried out, my body jerking, but Daddy held me firm with a hand on the small of my back. 

"This is what happens to naughty girls, isn't it, Julie?" He growled, his voice low and stern. "They get punished, and punished severely." 

The strokes kept coming, the belt falling again and again on my quivering bottom. I sobbed and cried, my body writhing, my hips bucking and flailing against the pillows. I tried to avoid the belt, to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go. 

And then something strange happened. As I squirmed and wriggled, my pussy started to rub against the pillow. At first, it was just a dull sensation, but as the strapping continued, as my bottom grew hotter and sorer, the friction started to feel...good. Really good. 

I found myself grinding against the pillow, my clit willingly rubbing against the soft fabric. The pain of the belting was still there, still stinging and burning, but now it was mixed with something else, something dark and delicious. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tingling, my muscles tensing. And then, just as Daddy landed a particularly firm blow on my welted ass, I exploded. 

I screamed, my back arching, my body spasming, as the orgasm ripped through me. It was so intense, so mind-blowing. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my pussy clenching and throbbing, as I writhed and moaned on the bed. 

For a moment I thought Daddy hadn't noticed. He continued my strapping, his belt falling on my bare flesh, but then he suddenly stopped. "Did you just..." he started, his voice trailing off. I froze, my heart pounding, as I realized what had happened, Daddy knew. He had seen everything. 

I waited for him to say something, to scold me or punish me further, but he just stood there, silent and still. And then, finally, he spoke. "Stay there, Julie," he said, his voice quiet and firm. "Stay in that position, with your ass in the air. I'll be back in an hour to release you...umm, you're grounded." 

I lay there, my body still trembling, my mind racing. I couldn't believe what had happened, what I had done. I had actually orgasmed during a punishment spanking, right in front of Daddy. It was so humiliating, so shameful...but also so hot. 

This was a few weeks ago...nothing more was said about it, until today. 

Until...I did it again. 

************************

Dear Diary, 

I did it again! I came during a spanking. 

It started like any other punishment session. I'd been a naughty girl again, staying out too late with my friends, flirting with boys, teasing Daddy with my skimpy outfits. And so, when I got home, Daddy was waiting for me, his face stern, his belt in his hand. 

I knew the drill by now. I stripped off my clothes, bare naked, my heart pounding, my pussy already wet with anticipation. Daddy pulled the spanking chair into the middle of the room and sat down, patting his lap invitingly. 

I draped myself over Daddy's knee, my bare ass in the air, my pussy and asshole on full display. 

Daddy adjusted me, to the point I was straddling his knee, straddling his tweed pants that my pussy was now in direct contact with. 

The spanking started slow, Daddy's hand landing on my ass with a sharp, stinging slap. I yelped, my body jerking, causing his fingers to occasionally graze my pussy lips. 

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Daddy switched to his belt. The leather strap sizzled through the air, landing on my bare flesh with a crack that echoed through the room. 

I sobbed and cried, my legs kicking, my body writhing, as Daddy brought the belt down again and again, whipping my ass until I was promising to be a good girl again. 

But even as I cried and pleaded, I could feel my pussy growing wetter, my clit swelling, my body responding to his tweed pants in a way I couldn't control. And then, suddenly, without warning, I came. My pussy clenched, my hips bucked, and I gushed all over Daddy's pants, soaking his knee with my arousal. 

I was mortified, ashamed, horrified by what I had done. I tried to apologize, to explain, but all I could do was sob and shiver, my body shaking with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. 

Daddy didn't say a word. He just lifted me off his lap, set me on my feet, and pointed to the corner. I knew the drill once again. I walked over to the wall, my head hanging low, my hands clasped atop my head, and stood there. I was naked, spanked and exposed, my tears dripping down my face, as Daddy processed what had just happened. 

I don't know how long I stood there. It felt like an hour, an eternity. But finally, finally, Daddy came over to me, his face soft, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else, something that I couldn't quite place. 

"Julie," he said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper. 

"I think we need to talk." 

With that, Daddy took me by the wrist, guiding my little hand towards the front of his pants. 

I gasped as I felt his erection, hard and throbbing beneath the fabric. It was so big, so thick, so long...it's everything I've been waiting for. I turned to face him, my eyes wide and pleading, as I asked the question we had both been thinking for quite some time. 

"Is this for me, Daddy?" I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. 

Daddy nodded, his eyes locked on mine, his cock twitching in my hand. "Yes, baby girl," he said softly. "Go wait in Daddy's bedroom." 

I giggled with delight, I turned and skipped away, my bare feet prancing on my tip-toes, my naked red ass, jiggling with each step until I reached the bed. 

I plopped my abused bum onto the sheets, feeling the comfort of their cool embrace and in my most innocent, sing-song voice imaginable, I called out down the hallway. 

"I'm ready, Daddy!" 

"I'm a big girl, now! Let me show you!” 

Julie

Continued in: Farewell Julie

Julie 1998: Bedtime Spanking

Continued from: Julie 1998: Hit me baby one more time

[spanking] [masturbation] [daddy issues] [teen]

Dear Diary, 

It's been a few weeks since that incident with Chad in the locker room and later in his basement. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. The way he dominated me, the way he made me feel...it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. 

But now that I've had a taste, the feeling is even more intense. I've been craving a spanking like never before. The thought of my stepdad taking me over his knee, pulling down my panties, and reddening my ass with his strong hand...it makes me so wet, I can hardly stand it. 

So tonight, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I waited until everyone was asleep, then I tiptoed downstairs, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. 

First, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer. It felt heavy and sturdy in my hand, and I knew it would hurt deliciously when it came down on my bare ass. Next, I sneaked into the bathroom and took a hairbrush from the vanity. The smooth back was stiff and hard, and I shivered at the thought of it connecting with my sensitive bum. Finally, I crept into Daddy's room and took his leather belt from the closet. It was thick and heavy, the kind of belt that was well-worn and rugged. I hugged it to my chest, savouring the feel of the cold leather against my skin. 

With all my implements gathered, I made my way back to my room, careful not to make a sound. I closed the door behind me and locked it, then arranged the spoon, the hairbrush, and the belt neatly on my bed. 

Then, slowly, teasingly, I stripped off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I stood there naked, looking at the implements on the bed in anticipation while placing my hands on my head. 

I walked over to the corner of the room and pressed my nose against the wall, just like I would if Daddy had sent me there to wait for my punishment. I imagined him standing behind me, his eyes roaming over my naked body, his cock hardening in his pants. 

After a few minutes, I turned around and walked over to the bed. I picked up the wooden spoon and bent over some stacked pillows with my legs spread wide. I took a deep breath and brought the spoon down hard on my left cheek. The pain was instant and intense, and I gasped out loud. But it felt so good, so right. I smacked myself again and again, alternating between cheeks, until my ass was red and stinging. 

Then I picked up the hairbrush. The bristles felt like needles as I scraped them across my tender flesh. I cried out with each smack of the brush, biting my lip to keep from making too much noise. The pain was exquisite, and I found myself grinding my hips against the pillows, my pussy aching for release. 

Finally, I picked up the belt. I knew this one would hurt the most, and I was almost afraid to do it. But I couldn't stop myself. I needed the pain, needed the release that only Daddy's belt would provide. I stood up and bent over the back of a chair, presenting my ass to the imaginary Daddy behind me. I took a deep breath, then swung the belt down hard across both cheeks. 

The pain was extraordinary, and I screamed out the word, "Daddy". But I didn't stop. I kept whipping myself, over and over, until my ass was covered in angry red welts and I had tears in my eyes.

And then, suddenly, I felt it. The orgasm came out of nowhere as my fingers travelled between my legs, ripping through my body like a hurricane. I screamed and thrashed on the bed, my pussy convulsing and my juices gushing out of me and I mauled at my little titties and hardened nipples. 

It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and it went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. When it was finally over, I collapsed onto the bed, panting and shaking. 

I lay there for a long time, my body still tingling with aftershocks. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Spanking myself while pretending it was my stepdad, then cumming the way I did?! Like seriously...

I had never felt so naughty, so dirty, so completely in thrall to my darkest desires. But even as I basked in the afterglow, I knew it wasn't enough. I needed more, I was a junkie now. I needed Daddy to punish me for real, to make me scream and beg and cry like a little girl. 

And I knew deep down, that he wanted it too, the moment I turned eighteen. I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't watching. He wanted to dominate me, to control me, to make me his and tame this wild child. 

I stood up slowly from the bed, my legs still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm and my self-inflicted spanking. I looked behind at my naked body, taking in the red welts that crisscrossed my ass and the glistening wetness between my thighs. 

I felt so naughty, so shameful, standing there with the evidence of my own depravity on display. But at the same time, I felt more alive than I ever had before. It was as if the pain and humiliation had awakened something deep inside me, something dark and primal and uncontrollable. 

I knew I should put my clothes back on and go to bed, try to forget about the twisted thoughts that filled my head. But I couldn't resist the urge to push myself further and prolong my simulated punishment. 

So I walked back over to the corner of the room, my bare feet padding softly against the carpet. I pressed my nose against the wall once again, just like a naughty little girl. I put my hands on my head, interlocking my fingers and bowed my head in submission. 

I squeezed my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the ache in my pussy that still hadn't subsided. My feet were pressed together, the toes pointing inwards like a ballerina, and my ass was thrust out behind me, the redness from my spanking on full display. 

I stood there for what felt like hours, my mind racing with dirty thoughts. I imagined Daddy walking in and finding me like this, naked and vulnerable and so desperately in need of his firm hand to continue what I started. I pictured him taking me over his knee, his strong hands pinning my arm behind my back as he brought his palm down hard on my bare ass. It was so vivid in my mind, a mental rehearsal that felt so real to me. 

So I made a decision tonight, right there in the corner. I would find a way to make Daddy punish me, or even ask him to punish me, to make him see me as the naughty little girl I truly was. I would push his buttons, test his limits, until he had no choice but to take me over his knee and spank me like the bad girl I am. 

And after Daddy punishes me, would he want to take me, to claim me as his own? The eighteen-year-old Julie Delmar. 

Would you? 

Julie

Continued in: Disappointed Daddy

 

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

 

Miss Julie's Blog

 Continued from: A Star is Born

For anyone else who noticed, who may go online and check Miss Julie's blog daily, as part of their morning routine, right between coffee and checking the news...her blog is gone.

She didn't ghost her fans and in-fact, was kind enough to send me an email this morning, affirming that she herself is okay, which would have been a worry of many of her fans upon seeing the sudden disappearance. 

Two people even commented about the disappearance on my last story, which first alerted me to this shocking development. In the event you haven't read all of my blog, it was Miss Julie's blog and her content that ultimately inspired me to begin this one. We collaborated on several occasions and truly rooted for each other, leading to many red bottoms and many hours spent in the timeout corner, both fictional and IRL.  

It is with profound sadness that due to content policy, her entire blog was "nuked", as she put it. 

In Julie's developer view, all of her content is still in-tact and preserved for her, but the public-facing version that we are accustomed to seeing, is gone.

I asked if she would like to use my blog to make a formal "statement" to all of her fans and what may come next for her or from her. She is considering this option. 

Please stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea xo  

I asked the A.I. to make the saddest version it could of me: 

Julie’s blogger obituary, sent to me this afternoon:

Hi all,

Julie from the old ‘Strict Julie Spanks!’ blog. Thank you to Mistress Andrea for offering to post this for me.

Google deleted my blog and gmail account for terms of service violations. The terms have always been strict, officially banning most types of pornography. However, the algorithms seemed to be permissive, letting a lot slip through the cracks. But I think I raised the ire of their algorithms with a story or two about older teens under 18 being spanked and having sexual thoughts about their spankings. At no point was there any action described between adults and minors, nor any images depicting it. But I guess my writing what I did was enough. I tried to appeal, but it was no good. I never had any opportunity to interact with a human so far as I know, but I would have offered up a spanking (either way) and a blowjob if they had, so I guess they miss out!

The blog had a great run. I started it in November, 2011, so it lasted almost 14 years and picked up over 17M views across more than 300K unique users. I posted some absolutely outrageous stuff, and most of it pretty true where not marked otherwise!

While the blog started femdom, I did a couple of “brand extensions”, adding femsub stuff as I got interested in playing with that, and later adding more political posts as I developed an interest in that. My husband and I have calmed down over the past few years, and I moved the blog towards AI-assisted fiction and politics. Each brand change lost me viewers overall, but it was only fun for me if it evolved with me and matched my current interests, so I kept doing that despite the decline and the potential dangers of political speech mixed in.

Overall, though, there was a much more significant drop in viewership when google implemented tougher age restrictions and prevented search engines from indexing adult content. Any new content on a blogger NSFW blog has a hard time being found nowadays. Moreover, written word blogs have seen their day. Young people don’t have the attention span for the most part. So, it was dying a bit anyways, and all google did was put it out of its misery! Honestly, I knew I was courting disaster with my content, but didn’t much care, and feel surprisingly “unburdened by what has been”, to quote my hero, Kamala.

Thank you to all my loyal readers over the years, it’s been a blast! I’ll likely continue writing fiction and perhaps some non-fiction regarding spanking in book form on kindle from time to time (as Julie Delmar), and I may or may not start up another, tamer blog. I’m on the fence about it.

If you’d like to reach out, you can email me at strictjuliedelmar at google dot com.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!

Continued in: Alice in Wonderland