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. 

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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

The Deep End

Continued from: Trophy Wife

[FF/mm] [mom-daughter] [family taboo] [spanking] [OTK] [humiliation] [panty thief]

Preface

I recently joined Reddit, as it seems to be a welcoming platform where there are not only BDSM and spanking groups, but also Sims and NSFW Sims groups. I have more blog fans coming forward than ever before. Tons and tons of sissies in chastity, omg. The sissies are well represented on Reddit, good for them, and be sure to stay locked while you read my blog, gurls! 

I wanted to take this opportunity to explain to some of my new readers, how this blog came to be in the first place. 

I was inspired by a fellow blogger, Miss Julie. It's really that simple. If you're new to blogs and are recently here as a result of Reddit, I highly recommend you go check her out: 

Strict Miss Julie Spanks / Miss Julie Spanked  

The content is predominately spanking, domestic discipline, vulnerability and humiliation of adult males and females. Diaper play, pee, pegging, chastity and so much more. Oh, and many of these stories are REAL, as she chronicles in explicit detail, the spanking escapades of her and her hubby's "unique" relationship. Some of mine are based on real people and real events from my life, but hers...well, go see for yourself. 

She's been at it for over a decade now, with north of 16 million page views. She has published a series of e-books, these were great to read with such spanko embarrassment and shame it'll make your skin crawl and dick hard. For all the ladies, wayyyy better masturbation fuel than fifty shades, trust me! 

Collections of Spanking Stories

Miss Julie and I are in no way affiliated, apart from the fact we're both Canadian. We just seem to be the last of a potentially fleeting group of bloggers, still trying to provide an escape and a thrill to our loyal readers. I've always been a fan of hers and I urge you to go have a look, let me know what you think.  

I should have noticed this sooner, but Miss Julie always seems to mix in a pool scene. Whether it's an overly flirty wife, needing to be spanked in the pool house, or it's some middle-aged uncle, creeping his tight little niece in her bikini. Either scenario usually ends with a very red bum and even redder face. I thought to myself, I've never done a pool scene; despite the fact the Sims platform allows for a pool. 

It's been a hot summer so far, maybe it's time to install a pool!?  ; ) 

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The Deep End 

**Caution: this story involves taboo, family dynamics**

It was a languid afternoon in late September, the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with only wispy strands of cloud scattered across its expanse. In the midst of this serene backdrop, Marcus and Connor, two-rambunctious teens, found themselves arguing with their parents that they no longer needed a babysitter. 

Their parents, embarking on a well-deserved evening out, had arranged for the boy's cousin, Cassandra, to babysit. The boy's moods were tempered by the looming prospect of being cooped-up indoors with an icky girl, while they'd rather play guns or trucks, or do boy things outside.

As they idled away the minutes, their restlessness was palpable until suddenly, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their unwanted caregiver. Her ensemble was boring and drab to the boys, with a palate of tones reflecting her Catholic-school uniformity, finished off with nerdy glasses that screamed book-worm.  

As the evening unfolded, Marcus and Connor became engrossed in the virtual battlefields of their video games. Meanwhile, Cassandra settled onto the floor with textbooks and notebooks arrayed around her. Her pleated schoolgirl skirt, seemingly innocent, rode up incrementally as she kicked-up her legs at the back and got down to studying. The merest hint of snowy-white panties poked from beneath her pleats, the fabric was so fine they appeared almost sheer, inviting the boys' imaginations to fill in the blanks.

An unspoken understanding hung in the air, as the boys exchanged glances. A silent conspiracy of adolescent longing, each secretly nurturing a forbidden fascination with their 18-year-old cousin.

This was the last time the boys saw Cassandra. As the years passed, they knew she went away to some swanky dance academy, at a school for the performing arts, but she seemed to fall off the map after that. 

Until however, the summer of 2024, when temperatures rose above forty degrees Celsius in southern Canada.

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"Connor, Marcus," their mother sang out to them. "Your Auntie Bella has a pool...she asked if you'd like to spend the week at her place. I think your cousin is home too..." 

As the Thompson brothers sheepishly stepped out of the sweltering summer air and into the shaded grandeur of Aunt Bella's estate, their gazes collided with a vision that left their jaws agape. Before them, stood their cousin Cassandra - a ravishing metamorphosis of the emo youngster they remembered. Her transformation was nothing short of breathtaking, as if she'd been reborn from the embers of adolescent awkwardness into the sultry goddess before them. 

The smallest of jean shorts cupped her rounded bottom, while a white bikini tops strained to contain her perfect breasts. A dazzling array of tattoos danced across her skin, swirling in intricate patters that shimmered in the dappled sunlight, filtering through the trees. Piercings glinted along her ears, nose and belly button, imbuing her with an edgy, rebellious allure that had Connor and Marcus salivating. 

The air was heavy with tension as they struggled to reconcile this audacious beauty with the gangly, introverted girl of their memories. Cassandra surveyed them coldly, her expression unreadable beneath the blackness of her sunglasses. The scrawny teen boys tried to puff up and look muscular, but Cassie had already rolled her eyes at Marcus' feeble attempt to grow a beard, and pursed her lips at Connor's unmanly blondeness.   

As the brothers rough-housed in the turquoise waters, their laughter echoing off the estate's manicured lawns, Bella and Cassandra reclined on sun-kissed loungers, observing the commotion. To nineteen-year-old Marcus and eighteen year-old Connor, Auntie Bella and their cousin Cassandra represented dual incarnations of feminine allure, each exerting a distinct yet equally potent pull on their adolescent libidos.  

While Cassandra's pierced, tattooed beauty embodied the reckless abandon of youth, Aunt Bella's sultry, mature glamour seemed to hint at secrets and experiences gleaned from a world beyond their wildest imaginings. 

Suddenly, Cassandra carelessly tossed aside her miniature jean shorts. The brothers' gazes converged upon the tantalizing spectacle unfolding before them. 

Her toned body, honed from years of professional dance, was now splayed across the lounger, the tender flesh of her bum bisected by a thread of white bikini fabric. The delicate thong, stretched taut within the crevice of her ass, became an object of fixation for Marcus and Connor, which did not go unnoticed by Aunt Bella. 

As they lingered in the cool waters, Marcus and Connor discreetly waited for their inflamed desires to subside, willing their stubborn erections to recede beneath the surface. Finally, with their bodies returned to a state of semi-calm, they scrambled out of the pool, exchanging awkward glances as they both declared they needed to pee, while making their way toward the pool house. 

They slipped into the relative seclusion of the pool house to discover a treasure trove of forbidden delights. This must be where Cassandra changed! A set of women's clothing lay strewn about, amidst the scattered garments, one item captured their undivided attention. 

Without a word, Marcus and Connor simultaneously converged upon the enticing prize, their fingers closing around the delicate and sexy panties, recently shed by their cousin. Giggles bubbled forth as they handled the intimate relic, their imaginations conjuring visions of Cassandra's dripping arousal, sheathed within those very silken folds.

As they stood transfixed, their fingers fondling the silky panties, the sound of Aunt Bella's voice shattered the spell, her words laced with a maternal reprimand. "What do you two think you're doing? Don't you know better than to rifle through someone's private things?" Her tone conveyed a stern authority, yet beneath its surface lurked a hint of subtle amusement. 

Marcus and Connor froze, their faces flushing with guilt as their minds raced with the implications of being caught. As Bella's words still hung in the air, Cassandra sauntered into the pool house and was struck with the realization of what just happened. 

"You perverts!" She hissed, her black-eyes glaring, searing through the brothers. "Sniffing my panties like a couple of animals! What kind of sickos are you?" 

"No, we didn't do that, we just picked th-them..." Connor tried to plead their innocence but to no avail. 

Bella's countenance darkened, her features compressing into a mask of displeasure. "You've crossed a line, boys," she declared, her voice laced with a quiet fury. "Despite your adult ages, I'm afraid a lesson in privacy and respect is due. You're both going to receive a well-deserved spanking, on the bare!"

As the boys exchanged panicked glances, Cassandra's hand snapped out, clutching Connor's earlobe, while Bella seized Marcus' with an unyielding grip. Together, they frog-marched the struggling brother's towards the main house, Bella's heels clicking out a staccato rhythm on the stone pathway. 

The afternoon air was heavy with tension as they vanished into the privacy of the home, leaving behind a trail of humiliation and fear in their wake... 

*Gulp* 

Uh-oh boys, you're in for it now. Although, I'm sure some of my readers would volunteer to take your place...about to be spanked by a mother/daughter duo!

It must be so horrible! *wink*

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Splashing the Water

 

 

Tara Gregory: Anal Virginity

Continued from: Country Roads, Take me Home

[M/ff] [family taboo] [step-dad] [DDLG] [Daddy] [little] [babygirl] [BDSM] [kink] [cuckquean] [spanking] [humiliation] [cornertime] [dungeon] [bondage]

From the direct Tara Gregory storyline, this one is continued from: Tara Gregory: Revelations

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

**Everyone depicted in this story and A.I. generated are adults, over the age of 18** 

With my heart hammering wildly in my chest, I followed Mommy to our designated corner in the living room, my naked body swaying with each cautious step. My thighs were sticky with arousal, the wetness betraying my feelings about the whole situation. Daddy had deemed that we both needed to be punished tonight and reminded of our place in this household. 

The cool air of the room prickled my skin, making me hyperaware of every movement and sensation as we assumed our positions. My hands slowly made their way up to rest on top of my head, elbows pointed outwards like obedient wings. I could hear Mommy's quiet sniffles as she fought back tears, her body quivering with the same mixture of humiliation and arousal that I felt coursing through me. 

In our reflective state, I cast a furtive glance in Mommy's direction. We locked eyes briefly before she quickly pressed her nose back to the wall, her face painted with the same shame that I'm sure was etched upon my own. Our bright red bottoms, adorned with the jeweled and silver glint of our anal plugs, were a stark contrast against the vibrant crimson of our skin. 

Each minute seemed to stretch into an eternity as we stood there, waiting for Daddy to release us. Every now and then, I would shift my weight from one foot to the other, earning myself a sharp squeak from the wooden floorboards beneath my bare soles.

As I stood there, staring blankly ahead, my thoughts drifted back to the countless nights I had spent dreaming of Daddy's touch. 

How many times had I laid awake in bed in my most darling lingerie possible, hoping that he would sneak into my room and claim me, as he had done so many evenings before. The humiliation of my cornertime was palpable, but so too was the thrill of submission that consumed me like a drug. 

As the clock in the distance struck the final chime, making the end of our hour-long sentence, my body sagged with relief. I could feel the ache in my legs and the slight pinch of the plug within me, a constant reminder of my submission to Daddy's rule. 

Moments later, I heard the heavy tread of Daddy's footsteps approaching. He paused when he reached us, no doubt admiring our shameful exposure and shimmer from our anal plugs, casting a refraction of colour onto the floor beneath us.

In a bold and very telling statement by Daddy, he sent Mom to her room. She was grounded for the rest of the evening, under threat of further punishment if she so much as made a peep. She scurried from the room sobbing, her head hung low in shame and embarrassment, clearing realizing that Daddy wanted me, instead of her!

I was directed to the cellar, to the make-shift sex dungeon, where I was informed an outfit would be waiting for me. My heart pounded in my chest as I descended the stairs into the dimly lit cellar. The scent of leather and candle wax filled my nostrils as I entered the space, a heady combination that heightened my arousal. 

As I reached the spanking bench I saw it - the outfit Daddy had laid out for me, so tantalizing and sinful, yet oh so enticing. The sight of the sleek black leather brought a fresh wave of wetness to my already soaked pussy. This was new! These were big, grown-up girl clothes, nothing like the pastel array of ruffles and cuteness I'm typically required to wear. 

Whatever did he have in store for me? 

I dressed quickly and buckled the ankle straps of the ridiculously high heels, before kneeling to wait for him, in a position of complete submission. My anus involuntarily winked and clenched my plug, as I heard Daddy approach. 

He took my hand and led me over to the bondage stocks that face the large mirror affixed to the wall. With gentle yet firms hands, Daddy guided my neck and wrists into the rigid stocks before securing me completely helpless. Then came the smooth rubber of the gag, resting deep behind my teeth and buckled around my head, effectively silencing any protests or pleas that might escape me. 

Daddy waited just long enough for the drool to begin bubbling from my gag, while forced to stare at my own reflection in the mirror. This was an expert at work. Harnessing my most vulnerable humiliations in order to drive my pussy crazy. 

His rough hands trailed over my smooth skin, eventually palming and groping my dangling tits. I bucked my hips, searching for any sort of friction to ease the ache in my core. But Daddy didn't allow it. Instead, he slid the anal plug from my bottom and replaced it with his thick fingers, preparing me for what was to come. 

Each digit Daddy added to my little bum stretched me further, forcing me to accommodate the size. I whimpered and moaned around the gag, my muscles squeezing Daddy's fingers as I tried to adjust. He didn't rush. Daddy took his time, ensuring I was thoroughly prepared before moving on. Once satisfied, I watched him undress, revealing his beautiful hard cock, ready and eager to claim my virgin asshole.

I watched in the mirror as Daddy coated his length in lubricant, my eyes widening in both fear and anticipation. He moved behind me, aligning himself at my gaping bottom hole, and I felt a momentary surge of panic as I remembered how big Daddy is compared to the plug. 

The pain was sharp and intense, but it melded quickly into pleasure, a deep, dirty satisfaction that seemed to resonate through every fiber of my being. I couldn't believe it. Daddy was fucking me in the ass! 

I grunted loudly into the gag, as Daddy slammed into me again and again, the sounds echoing off the walls in the basement. 

My toes curled in my pretty heels. Every thrust seemed to hit a new spot deep within me, a place I never knew existed until that very moment. The fullness in my asshole combined with the throbbing of my clit, was creating a perfect storm of sensations, driving me closer and closer to the edge. 

It was in that moment, bound and gagged with my ass impaled on his dick, that I truly understood my place in this new world. I was Daddy's little girl, his fucktoy...ready and willing to submit to whatever he desired. And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Cornertime Interview

 

Tara Gregory: Revelations

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