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

 

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

Julie: 1998

Continued from: 

Alice in Wonderland

[Strict Julie Spanks] [M/f] [spanking] [ddlg] [taboo] [daddy issues] 

Yes, dear readers, that's her alright! Long before there was a Strict Julie or Miss Julie it was simply, Julie, and the year is 1998. 

Just look at this little bone collector! 

It was the late 1990's, and eighteen-year-old Julie Delmar was the epitome of a spoiled, rich brat. With her long, flowing blonde hair, lone green eyes, and slender, toned body, she was every boy's wet dream. 

Her perky little tits and juicy, round ass were always on display, barely contained by the skimpiest of outfits that left little to the imagination. 

Julie was used to getting her way, and she knew exactly how to use her assets to her advantage. She would flirt and tease, batting her long lashes and pouting her full lips until she got what she wanted. And what she wanted, more often than not, was to be the center of attention. 

Her stepfather, Alan, was a handsome and successful man in his early fifties. He had been a popular weather man on local TV for many years, known for his chiseled features and charming smile. But he had always harboured a secret desire to be an actor, and a few years ago, he had finally gotten his big break. 

Alan had landed a recurring role on a hit sitcom show, playing the lovable but bumbling next-door-neighbour. The role made him a minor celebrity, and he reveled in the attention and adoration of his fans. But this was a long time ago, back in the 80's, when Alan first met Julie's mother. 

Julie had always been a handful, even as a child. But now that she was eighteen, she had become downright defiant. She would stay out late partying with her friends, coming home smelling of alcohol and weed. She would talk back and argue with Alan, pushing his buttons at every turn, yet he would never lay a hand on her. 

Lately, there was something else. Something darker, more perverse. Julie had started to notice the way Alan looked at her, the way his eyes would linger on her body when he thought she wasn't watching. She could feel the tension between them, the unspoken desire that hung in the air like a thick, heavy fog. 

At first, she had been disgusted by it. Alan was her stepfather, for god's sake! It was wrong, so wrong. But as the days beyond her eighteenth birthday turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Julie found herself increasingly drawn to the taboo nature of their relationship. 

She started to wear even skimpier clothes around the house, bending over in front of Alan to give him a view of her barely-covered ass. She would "accidentally" brush up against him, pressing her soft, supple body against his hard, muscular frame. She even caught herself fantasizing about him, imagining what it would be like to feel his strong hands on her flesh, his lips on her skin. 

But there was one fantasy that consumed her above all others. One dark, twisted desire that haunted her every walking moment. 

Julie Delmar...wanted to be spanked. 

August 15, 1998 

Dear Diary, 

It had become a ritual for me. Some nights, after everyone else in the house was asleep, I would sneak downstairs to the basement. The stairs creaked under my feet but I knew exactly where to step to avoid making too much noise. 

The basement was where we kept all of Daddy's old tapes. Rows and rows of VHS cassettes, filled with recordings of his weather reports, his guest appearances on talk shows, and of course, his episodes of that cheesy sitcom. I knew exactly which tape I wanted, I had watched it so many times, I could probably recite the episode from memory. But that wasn't why I was down here. 

No, I was here for something else entirely. 

I pulled the tape from the shelf, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. I popped it into the VCR, the machine whirring to life as it began to play while the glow from the television illuminated the darkened room. 

I fast forwarded through the opening credits, past the first few scenes, until I reached the moment I was looking for. 

22 minutes and 12 seconds in, to be exact. 

On the screen, Daddy's character was arguing with his on-screen wife, played by a pretty brunette actress who always wore conservative dresses and aprons with heels, like a stereotypical 50's housewife.

In this particular episode, she had done something silly, like forgetting to pick up the dry cleaning or burning the pot roast. And Daddy, in his role as the playful head of household, was about to law down the law.

"I'm sorry, honey," the actress would say, batting her long lashes at him. "I promise it won't happen again." 

But Daddy just grinned, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her over his knee. 

I watched transfixed, as his hand came down on her covered bottom before the scene faded to black. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my panties were already damp with arousal. I slid my hand down between my legs, rubbing myself through the thin fabric as I reached for the remote to rewind the scene once more. 

In my mind, I wasn't just watching anymore. I was there, in that vintage living room, bent over Daddy's knee. I could feel his hard, muscular thighs beneath me, the rough fabric of his slacks rubbing against my bare skin. 

I pictured the sting of his hand on my ass, the way it made me squirm and wriggle with each smack. I could hear the sound of my own voice, crying out in pain and humiliation as he punished me for being such a bad, naughty girl. 

And then, as the spanking concluded, my fantasy took a darker turn. I imagined Daddy ordering me to my knees, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants. I imagined dutifully unzipping his fly, pulling out his thick, veiny erection, and shoving it into my mouth. 

As I re-wound and re-watched the scene once more, my fingers moved faster and faster, rubbing my clit in tight, frantic circles. I was so close, so ready to explode. And like many evenings before this one, I arched and bucked my hips off the couch, biting my fist to stifle a scream while my orgasm consumed every inch of me. 

Please, Daddy, don't make me wait any longer. I need you so badly. 

I need you to punish me. 

Julie  

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

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    

   

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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