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: She gets the Belt

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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