The Spanking she Never Got

Continued from: Mechanics of the Sims

This story is dedicated to the alluring and amazing Strict Miss Julie. Strict Julie Spanks

A pen-pal, a fellow kinkster, fellow Canadian, possibly even a friend? This is for you Ma'am! The spanking you never got! 

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It was Sunday dinner at Julie's parent's home. A tradition that seems less and less prevalent these days. People are either too busy, teens too petulant and emo, or perhaps the pandemic destroyed what remained of an extended family dinner? Nevertheless, in Julie's family they make strides to keep this cherished tradition alive. 

Most of the family sporadically arrived around mid-afternoon. David and the men shared some local craft beers with strange names and hipster flavours, talking about when the snow is expected to arrive. Julie's younger sister Nancy and her husband had even brought their teen boys, aged 18 and 19, who were most likely hidden away in some dark nook, texting their girlfriends. Sue was present, Julie's older sister. She was done up to the nines as usual but in a casual sense, with leatherette yoga pants that accentuated her long legs and she wore UGG boots. 

Last but not least, we had the warm and caring matriarch and patriarch of this family, who welcome their home every Sunday, for anyone in the family who can make it for dinner.

It was a lovely setting. 

Lovely, until talk of school strikes turned into talk of resurging mask mandates, and before long, Julie was now preaching to the table, her thoughts on U.S. politics.

Her Dad somewhat glared at her, and tried to laugh-off the awkwardness that had just consumed the dinner table. Her Mom, sitting directly beside her, put a caring hand on her thigh and gave her a pat.

"That's enough sweetheart. No one here wants to hear about Biden".

Sue even tried to intervene at one point, motioning for her to dial it down a bit. 

Dad and David both looked at each other. A telling look, before David quickly intervened...

"Julie, may I speak to you over here for a moment please?"

"Uh-oh, someone's in trouble", Sue teased. Sue was well aware that Julie and David enjoyed a relationship where actions had consequences, strict ones!

Nancy’s boys glanced in the direction of the escalating drama but carried on with their meals. Nancy and her husband just murmured under their breath.

David whispered to Julie after they had both stood and removed themselves from the table.  

"What did I say was going to happen to you if you brought up politics at the dinner table again!?"

Julie put her fingers in her ears like a child, which shocked everyone and resulted in a few giggles from the boys. 

"You know I'm right about Biden!" Julie exclaimed, with her fingers still in her ears and just about stomping a foot. 

Julie was snapped from her tantrum-like state when David used a certain tone and glare with her, asking her to join him in the kitchen for a moment. 

"I told you that you'd be spanked right at the dinner table if you brought up politics again. Get back in there and apologize to your parents before it actually happens!"

Julie felt his words deep in her stomach, now realizing that he wasn't kidding. 

"Like spanked right in front of everyone?" Julie squeaked out, now positively scolded and submissive. 

"Yes, now go apologize to your parents", David warned. 

As Julie shuffled back into the dining room and was about to take her seat, the most shocking of words escaped her Dad's lips. Her stomach sank, there were a few audible gasps from the table and the clanking of a fork being dropped against a plate rang out. 

"Don't sit down Julie, you're getting a spanking right here and now!”

"Daddy...wait, what! No! I'm sorry, I won't talk abou…”

Julie's pleas were interrupted by none other than her Mom! Of all people! Who chimed in with a sharp toned:

"You heard your father Julie!”

David was about to pull his chair out to stand, assuming he had to step up and do his husbandly duty, right here and now. 

Julie's Dad stood and took her by the bicep instead. He turned to David to speak, 

"I'll handle this one Son".

Julie's voice had turned to a deep, panicked tone, as her father pulled her across his knee, right in the dining room. Almost like a guttural wheeze, stuck in a loop, she just kept repeating: 

"Daddy NO!" 

The rest of the family, even Sue, were horrified over what was now transpiring. David leaned to the side to coach Julie's Dad, reminding him to teach her a good lesson. 

No one spoke, some continued eating, everyone was slightly embarrassed, but not nearly to the level of Julie, who was over her Daddy's knee being spanked in front of everyone. His firm hand made a dull *pop *pop *pop against her pants, as the spanking continued. 

Much to everyone's continued shock, Julie's Mom stood and like a conductor, began to orchestrate how this would all be carried out. When Julie began to kick her legs and feet, struggling over her Daddy's lap, her Mom just pulled her pants right off and set them aside. 

The red-faced and sheepish boys, now with a direct view of their Auntie's panties, tried to keep their heads down and pretend to eat. 

Julie's Mom even elicited the help of an assistant, to aid in her errant daughter's spanking and humiliation. 

"Sue, go into the kitchen and get the wooden spoon!"

Wrapped up in the moment and fearing she could be next, Sue scurried into the kitchen to obey her mother. 

Julie's Mom turned back to the action, still giving orders like a General, now armed with the dreaded wooden spoon. 

"Get those panties off her". Her Mom now directing her Dad. 

Julie's Dad paused the spanking for a brief moment, long enough to slip his thumbs into the delicate waistline of her feminine panties, and strip them right down and off her socked-feet. 

Sue turned the wooden spoon over to her Mom, before quietly taking her seat and giving Nancy a shocked look, combined with a giggle. Their sister Julie was really getting a good hiding!

David watched on as the wooden spoon rained down on his wife's bare bottom, making her shriek and squeal apologies out loud as she winced. 

Daddy finished her off with more of his hand, before rubbing and soothing her burning bare bum. 

"Now you may apologize to everyone young lady", her father said, her pants and panties no where in sight and vision blurred from her tears. 

"Face the table with your hands on your head". David assisted in saying, as he now took over from Dad. He was intending on quarterbacking the rest of Julie's punishment, to ensure she had learned her lesson. 

Julie, dreadfully aware that she was still in her socks and nothing else from the waist down, faced the table and put her hands on her head as instructed. Her breath was still hitching from the sobbing and the tears streaming down her face, outweighed the embarrassment of having her shaved little mound on display to the whole table. The boys tried to leer out of the corners of their eyes but Nancy soon snapped their eyes back to their plates. 

"I'm sorry...I promise I'll never do that again."

This was as all that Julie could blubber out, before lowering her face to the floor. 

"Into the corner young lady. You will remain in this position until we have all finished up with dessert", David ordered. 

Julie, relived to no longer be facing her bare pussy toward the family, scurried over to a location David was pointing to and rested her nose against the wall. She could feel the effects of her humiliation begin to betray her tender petals. She kept her legs tight together and squeezed her thighs, as not to reveal any further shame.

Despite the unexpected and shocking dinner entertainment, Julie's Mom got the dinner back on track with dessert. The boys would occasionally glance at their Auntie's red, bare bottom in the corner, and would no doubt be fantasizing about it later and for weeks to follow.

Twenty minutes must have passed when Julie, in her shamed and meditative state, began to hear the clanking of plates and forks being tidied up, as family members began to file out of the dining room. Would this mean her punishment had concluded?

"You may sit at the "kid’s table" and have your dessert Julie, bare bottomed. Then start the dishes please". David said in a firm tone. Her pants and panties still nowhere in sight. 

"I'll be joining the adults in the living room to explain and smooth over what happened tonight and I'll be back to speak with you in a moment".

"Arrrgh! He had to say the adults!! Julie thought to herself", her humiliation sickening her stomach and electrifying her pussy once again. 

David dimmed the lights of the dining room and left Julie alone, sitting on a very sore bare bottom, trying to enjoy a small bowl of Ambrosia Salad. She used her spoon to play with the coloured, mini marshmallows in the salad, the sight of those only made her feel more childish and little.

David approached as Julie was now at the sink. He admired her plump, juicy bottom and skinny waist. Some angry little hickeys from the wooden spoon still remained, along with a glowing redness. 

"May I have my pants and underwear back Sir?" 

Julie meekly asked her husband. 

This was permitted and once dressed, David turned Julie toward him and cupped her chin in his hand. 

"Look at me. Never again Julie! You now see we don't care who is in the room. You'll get Daddy's belt right across your bare bum in front of everyone, if this happens again". 

David issued these daunting words of warning. Julie only heard parts of it, as she swooned when she heard "Daddy's belt". 

"I'm sorry Sir, I'll be a good girl from now on".

David just sighed and pulled her in for a hug. He didn't agree or disagree with what Julie just said, he just thought to himself that he'll believe it when he sees it. 

xoxo

Continued in: Train the Trainer  

Mechanics of the Sims

Continued from: Julie's Promotion Part 2

On the recommendation of the spectacular Miss Julie, she requested a better understanding of how the Sims world actually works and how it's possible to corrupt the entire Sims universe with kink (hehe). Kinksters can't help themselves, it's an itch that never goes away.

Before I get sued by the designers of Sims games, let me be clear that the game is 100% PG-13. I say PG-13 and not PG, as the factory-model game allows for the avatars to cultivate relationships and have sex. Once you have established enough of an intimate relationship with one of the Sims, through flirting, sweet-talking and roses, the game opens up a function called "woohoo". Also known as "let's go bang". 

The two lustful Sims do a happy dance on either side of the bed, before disappearing under the sheets. The act of woohoo'ing in the game is gender neutral also. The characters then tumultuously frolic under the sheets while giggling can be heard, harp music and icons of hearts consume the bed. 

Kinda cute really. 

It doesn't help the temptation of wanting to corrupt the Sims, just look at some of the little biscuits we're dealing with here. 

The elegant and raven-haired beauty, Bella Goth, who so recently fell into the clutches of a local Domintarix and got herself spanked Bella Goth Spanked to Tears, would be an example of the temptation. So yes, kinksters don't want to see her hiding beneath the sheets with her husband Mortimer, they want to see her naked, on her hands and knees in a bondage collar. Or making some silly, subby boy, lick her patent stilettos. *shrug*

Or another example would be the super fit and alluring Summer Holiday (yes that's her name). Look at the inviting little eyebrow pop she's giving. Mistress Andrea is about to hire her as a personal trainer, among other ideas Mistress has in mind. 

Give someone a cookie, and they're going to want a glass of milk. Enter the computer nerds! The game creators already dipped a toe in, by allowing a "woohoo" function in regular gameplay, so the stage was set to exploit this. "Mods" and hacker-type animations started to become available on forum sites, as well as upgrading clothing sets and more sexualized attire. All the Sims come with a standardized set of outfits, from day-to-day wear to bedtime wear. 

Well the nice computer folk on the interwebs began to make some improvements to clothing and footwear. This allows for an upgrade of the slightly pixelated clothing of Summer for instance, to really get her into some stunning and fetish looks. 

Apparently this is the case for other, modern video games who use sexy and beautiful characters. 

Like...c'mon here!

Who wouldn't want to watch these two little pixies, clad in leather and lingerie, flogging some pathetic, male sissy slave, who is bound and gagged. 

I believe this game is called Sykrim and yep, the kink-nerds got to this one too. Although I have never played this one, set in a Game of Thrones type era, apparently you can get these stunning gals into bondage harnesses and ball gags and have your way with them. However, after seeing these two, I'd rather them be having their way with ME! *gulp*.

In the vanilla Sims world, regular play, it reminds me of Game of Life, board game. Choose a career path, get married, have kids and make money if you want to have nice things. Although everything is interactive and immersive. 

If you don't install a toilet in your house, your Sims will begin to do an urgency, knock-kneed, bathroom dance.

If you elect to still do nothing about this, they will literally pee on the floor, become embarrassed, then clean up their own urine with a mop. (The golden shower and diaper folks just lit right up). I can envision some forced bathroom, kink play here, and this is still in the vanilla gameplay.

Sims who become embarrassed get laughed-at by the other characters who are functioning autonomously. An embarrassed Sim will want to run to their bedroom, hide under the sheets and cry it out. This is literally an action you can allow your avatar to do. This might be giving me a good idea actually, for the conclusion of Julie's dinner table scene, in her childhood bedroom perhaps, sobbing into her hands? 

I started first by designing a Julie character who was recently featured in corporate attire and a fantasy scene with her older boss. For this next project, we are going more casual. Any fan of hers should remember her sassy little, green cargos? 

The spectacular Miss Julie has commissioned me, humbly; to get her the spanking she never got. A scene that would be so dreadfully embarrassing, vulnerable and humiliating, yet the mere thought of it would have her gushing! Strict Julie's Dinner Plans.

Just look at that juicy bum in her cargos!

How do I bring this fantasy to life for her and obey her request of me? Well I have to create the space first, right from drywall and brick, then begin adding detail for an element of realism. Like making sure there's a wooden spoon close by in the kitchen, just in case anyone decides to be a brat at the Sunday dinner table. 

Then I have to create the rest of her family members as characters in the game, create her husband, her parents, THEN...get them all in one room together for a nice family dinner. Nice, until Julie decides to bring up politics at the dinner table, which undoubtedly will bring her little cargo pants down!

I'm up to the challenge Ma'am. ;) 

Continued in: The Spanking she never got
 

Julie's Promotion - Part 2

When we last left Julie, she was in her boss' office, had just been ordered to kneel and now had his cock in her mouth Julie's Promotion Part 1

Julie was doing her absolute finest performance with that cock. She was deepthroating like a porn star in the office of the CEO. She was moaning, gagging and working the cock like a pro. 

Mr. Matheson however, remained completely stoic throughout this, almost like her cocksucking was white noise in the background. At one point, Julie looked up, with her mouth full of his dick and he was reading an email. 

A pre-mature ejaculator he certainly was not, Mr. Matheson was showing incredible self-control and restraint, despite Julie's best efforts to be a complete whore for him. 

Julie began to feel increasingly degraded and humiliation began to fill her mind, as her slutty mouth seemed to have no effect on her boss. She couldn't figure out what was happening. 

When she attempted a new position for him, hoping he would cum into her mouth and bring an end to her shame, he simply sighed out loud, and let her continue. 

After a few more moments, he tapped on her back as a queue for her to stop, having not yet cum into her mouth or onto her face as she had hoped. 

"That'll do young lady", he remarked in a narcissistic tone.

"That....will DO ? ?" Julie thought to herself in anger. 

She continued her inner dialogue as she wiped drool from her mouth and watched her boss put his pants back on. 

"What was this, a haircut?…Did I just wait his table at a TGI Friday's?...What the fuck does he mean, that’ll do!? And why is he calling me young lady now?”

Mr. Matheson calmly sat on the loveseat in his office, patting a spot beside him, inviting a visually upset Julie to sit next to him. 

And he calmly spoke, like a father counselling his errant daughter:

"Are you finished degrading yourself young lady?"

Julie lowered her head and did not respond. Mr. Matheson quietly began to explain that she had earned the big promotion anyway, without offering her sexual services. He knew he was going to promote her after she delivered the presentation. That she earned the promotion through her work ethic, her smarts and her charisma. 

She tried to begin explaining herself, but Richard stopped her, and took both of her hands into his and held them firmly. 

"Look at me young lady".

Julie could feel her bottom lip begin to quiver. 

"I am very disappointed in you..."

"Oh gawd!!" That cut right into her core. The words worse than any punishment she could think of. This fatherly figure, person of authority over her, just dropped the worst line Julie ever wanted to hear. Her inner child wanted to cry out, "Daaaaaaady noooo!! I'm sorry!”

Rather, she covered her face with her hands and began to softly weep, as Richard continued to scold her while building her up at he same time. 

"You earned this promotion on your own Julie, you should be proud of yourself, but now I am seriously questioning if this is the right decision here. I think I know what might help, please stand and remove your skirt, fold it neatly and place it on my desk".

Julie managed to squeak out a "Yes Sir", as she obeyed his request.

Once her skirt was off, Richard took her by the arm and marched her into the corner of his office.

"I want you to stand there and have a little time-out Julie, thinking about your actions today. And get those hands up and on your head young lady", Richard commanded. 

Julie stood motionless in her humiliating position, with tears rolling down her face. She felt like a naughty little girl who was being punished by her Daddy. She definitely knew what was coming next and after ten minutes in the corner, had accepted and come to terms with what was about to happen and what she needed.

"I'm going to give you a spanking Julie, get across my lap. You need some sense spanked back into you and have likely needed this for a long time". 

Richard spoke in a no nonsense tone. Julie felt vulnerable and little, draped over his lap, despite how corporately feminine she was dressed. Richard's heavy palm rained down on her panty-covered cheeks, the smacks echoed off the large office windows and filled the room. Julie continued to weep, Richard said nothing and focused on his task. 

Richard ushered the weeping Julie off of his lap and she collapsed down to her knees, hiding her shame in the cushions of the couch. He began to counsel and comfort Julie, using words like proud, impressive, successful. Each word resonated deep within her, complimented by the searing pain that was now radiating off her bum. 

"Take off your panties Julie, we're not even close to being done with you!" 

"Yes Sir", she wept. 

 

The force Mr. Matheson was now using had increased greatly, as he alternated between Julie's plump bottom cheeks. An adult women being punished for REAL, in her superior's office. The tears had paused for the moment and she was now beginning to vocalize her emotions, and cry out that she was sorry, that she'll do better. She even cried out that she promises to be a good little girl. She was so embarrassed that this escaped her lips, "little girl", but she was wrapped up in the intensity of the moment. 

After what felt like an eternity, Richard's heavy hand had stopped. He rubbed her crimson bottom and cupped each cheek, feeling the heat he had created. Julie's knees were trembling as she was marched back to the corner, where Richard had her kneel this time. 

"I have a zoom call to jump on young lady, you are not to move, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir", she sighed with humiliation. A zoom call! While she was in the time-out corner with a red bum?!

Richard allowed her to relax her arms, as he knew the zoom meeting he had to take would be the better part of 30 minutes. 

Julie had stopped weeping and was now shamefully forced to listen to all of the voices in the room. It was like she was being publicly humiliated in a sense. She pictured them all sitting around the boardroom table having a meeting, while her red bottom was in the corner of the same room. Displayed as an example to other employees, what happens to little tarts at this firm. 

The thought of this made her pussy ache and begin to slicken her creamy bare thighs. She heard laughter, a presentation being given and of course, quintessential to any zoom meeting, "Brenda you're still on mute". 

She had lost track of time and had no reference to how long she was made to kneel in the corner. Her bare bum still burned with a dull throb as she heard the CEO's meeting come to an end. 

Julie was asked to stand and remove the rest of her clothing, leaving only her stockings and heels in place. She was beyond submissive at this point and when she was stripped and summoned by Richard's voice, she fell to her knees without being prompted. 

"I'm sorry Sir", she squeaked out in her submissive tone. 

"I hope you learned a hard lesson today Julie", Richard spoke. "I want to see you promoted at this firm, and I am going to make you an offer".

Julie looked up with curiosity, relieved to hear she would not be fired and hopeful that her big promotion was once again within reach. 

Richard continued with his plan. "I would like you to report to my office once a week for the next two months Julie. During these appointments you are going to be spanked, like you were today, then sexually degraded, sodomized and used as I see fit, do you understand?"

Julie was conflicted with a mixture of emotions, her pussy was betraying her badly. She felt the word "spanked", flutter her tummy and gushed when he said "sexually degraded". Perhaps her mysterious boss had just shown his hand? That he is secretly a sexual deviant or sadist, with years of experience. 

"Yes Sir, I understand", Julie spoke clearly and confidently. 

"At the conclusion of these two months, you will have your promotion, if you are willing to accept this arrangement", Richard offered. "Once a week!" He reminded her...

"I accept your offer Mr. Matheson, thank you"...

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Julie gripped her steering wheel tightly and winced, as she sat her sore bottom into her driver’s seat. She had taken off her "presentation" heels, her amazing Louboutins, and flung them into the back with frustration. She put on some ballet flats and started the vehicle's engine, she sighed, shut the car off and grabbed her phone to text her husband. 

"Huni, I have something to tell you about work".

...

"David: Did you get promoted?!" 

"Umm, not exactly. I mean, kinda...there's something I have to do first".

Something like buying 1100 dollar shoes on the credit card and not telling me?! 😡

"I'm sorry Sir".

"Yes you will be Julie! The two pillows are stacked in the middle of our bed for when you get home, and my belt is hanging on the back of our door. I want you bare naked and draped over those pillows".

"Yes Sir". 😓

Continued in: Mechanics of the Sims