My AI Writing Process

As you have seen, I've recently been posting a bunch of fiction stories. It's my continued experimentation collaborating with AI writing tools.

I first started when I published Spanking Stories by ChatGPT and Me in which I went on a bender and published 100 short spanking stories I generated exceedingly quickly using AI. The quality was poor, but there was clearly some promise there.

I went on to write two Amazon Kindle books

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For these I took up some of the themes of the 100, and some new ones, and I brainstormed back and forth with AI to get some ideas, and then wrote the stories myself entirely from scratch. I think the quality of these were very good as a result.

I've been experimenting with different AIs and different techniques since, and more recently I made a concerted effort to improve my AI collaboration skills, as reflected in the recent spate of stories I published on this blog over the past couple of weeks. My most recent effort, The Best Boy, I thought was truly good, and commenters and emailers have agreed.

So, I thought I'd document my current process in case anybody is interested.

While I originally started with OpenAI's ChatGPT, it has become very censored and frustrating to try to work around to get it to write anything about spanking or kink. I tried using various author's tools that advertised they were censorship free, but the quality of the AI was poor, and the workflow did not agree with me (essentially having to plan out characters and chapters in advance, then heavilly guiding the AI in the writing of each chapter).

Fortunately, Elon Musk, who is truly committed to free speech, put out a very largely uncensored AI inside X (formerly Twitter) for premium subscribers ($8/month) called Grok. It is very high quality and will write almost anything I ask it to. Another free speech platform, Gab.ai, pivoted to uncensored AI and also has a very high quality output. It is free. Gab.ai also has uncensored image generation, but you need to pay a monthly fee for it to be at all useful, and it's pretty limited, though will do sexy nudes.

"A beautiful naked blonde 25 year old woman"

A fellow blogger, Mistress Andrea, has also had a lot of success with a system called Kindroid that plays your AI girl/boyfriend and you can chat and ask it to tell you dirty stories and generate pics. Read about that here. I was very impressed when it described its feelings standing in the corner! Could not have said it better myself.

I start in either Grok or Gab with a very simple prompt, such as,

Write an extended 7500 word story about an 18 year old boy who gets his first spanking in over 10 years from his mother.

If you don't tell it to lengthen the stories,  it can be quite terse and unimaginative. Getting it to lengthen results in more creativity.

I might try that same prompt several times on both platforms until it spits out something a bit inspiring.

It will default to more subtle non-explicit language, so you often have to nudge it a bit in that direction.

Write an extended 7500 word story about an 18 year old boy who gets his first spanking in over 10 years from his mother. The spanking is bare naked over his mom's knee. She uses a hairbrush to spank him to tears. Emphasize his extreme embarrassment.

It will come up with a logical place, reason, relations, and write a good spanking scene. If it generates something that has elements I like, I copy and paste the result.

Sometimes it gets creative, like having the boy take a shower before his spanking and appear to his mother in the towel. Or I may think of that as an additional detail. In either case, I'll add it to the prompt to lock it in.

Write an extended 7500 word story about an 18 year old boy who gets his first spanking in over 10 years from his mother. The spanking is bare naked over his mom's knee. She uses a hairbrush to spank him to tears. Before his spanking he must take a shower and then present himself to his mother in her bedroom wearing only the towel that he will then be told to drop. Emphasize his extreme embarrassment.

Now I will only get stories containing those elements that I liked. I run it a few more times using the identical prompts on Gab and Grok which have different styles and save the best efforts.

I then may start work on the next part of the story.

Write an extended 7500 word story about an 18 year old boy lying in bed after having received his first spanking in over 10 years from his mother. The spanking was bare naked over his mom's knee with a hairbrush to tears. He can't stop thinking about it. He's very embarrassed but also very aroused. He masturbates to orgasm. Focus on describing his inner thoughts as he masturbates and his guilt at doing so.

I run that multiple times on both platforms, refining it a bit to lock in elements I like, and saving the best attempts. I then go on to the next part and the next and do the same.

Then, when it's time to write the story, I delete all but the best of the best, and then cut, paste, and edit from these multiple attempts into a single cohesive story. I'll then illustrate the story using Gab where I can and Internet where I can't.

As I mentioned, I think The Best Boy is my best attempt to-date using this method.

The AIs have been trained on a vast library of Internet and books, and in some sense contain the collective conscious, and more importantly, sub-conscious, of the entire human species. So it can be surprisingly insightful about human experiences, feelings, and interpersonal relations. Not always, but it does generate gems from time to time, which my method harvests.

Fiction: The Best Boy (F/M)

Some more fiction for your reading pleasure. This one was a request from last time, from a commenter who asked for it the other way around.

1. FL1 May 2024 at 07:58

   Another outstanding and highly arousing story. Well done, you! It says a lot about your writing ability that subjects and themes I'm not normally interested in have me hard as a rock by the third paragraph.
   Any chance you could do a Mom/son spanking story, with similar sexual overtones?

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   juliesp1 May 2024 at 08:53
   Oh yes! That sounds like a nice follow-up! Men's orgasms are more fun to write about!
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2. And so I present the following effort.
3. Same caveat as before. The boy is 18, but if you don't like the Mommy/son stuff, stop here!

The Best Boy

Chapter 1: Anticipation

It had been eight long years since the last time Jackson had felt the sting of his mom's hand on his bottom.

At ten years old, he had been a rambunctious child, always getting into mischief and testing the limits of his parents' patience. But when his father had passed away, everything changed. His mother, usually a strong and confident woman, had become fragile and distant, unable to muster the strength to enforce discipline on her only child.

Jackson himself had grown up in the years that followed, but without the guiding hand of firm and loving parents, he had begun to spiral out of control. He had fallen behind in school, skipping classes and mouthing off to teachers. His mother, who had once been so strict, had become a shadow of her former self, unable to bring herself to reprimand her son for fear of further damaging their already strained relationship.

It was not until Jackson had been told he would have to redo his senior year of high school that his mother had finally decided enough was enough. She could not bear the thought of her son's future being jeopardized by his reckless behavior, and so she had made a decision - she would become the disciplinarian her son so desperately needed.

As Jackson sat in his room, his heart pounding in his chest, he could hardly believe what was about to happen. His mother had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he would be receiving a long-overdue appointment with her hairbrush at bedtime. He had protested, arguing that he was too old for such punishment, but his mother had been resolved. She had spent far too long allowing him to run wild, and it was high time that she stepped in to set things right.

Jackson glanced at the clock on his bedside table, the glowing red numbers seeming to mock him with their unyielding march toward the inevitable. He had been told to shower and then wrap a towel around himself, after which he was to come and find his mother for his punishment. The thought of it made his stomach churn with a potent mix of fear, shame, and a strange, almost masochistic excitement.

As he stepped into the steaming shower, Jackson tried to calm his racing thoughts. He knew that he deserved what was coming to him – he had been acting out for years, with no one there to hold him accountable for his actions. But the thought of his mother, the one person in the world who he was certain loved him unconditionally, taking him over her knee and applying her hairbrush to his bare bottom was almost too much to bear.

He had been a young child the last time he had been spanked, and while the memory was still vivid, it was the humiliation that he found himself dreading the most. He was now a near fully-grown man, with a body that was all too aware of the changes that had taken place since his last punishment. The thought of his mother seeing him in such a vulnerable state, his dignity stripped away as he was likely reduced to a quivering, sobbing mess, filled him with a deep sense of shame.

As he toweled off and wrapped the soft terry cloth around his waist, Jackson tried to steady his breathing. He knew that he had no choice but to face his punishment, but the thought of doing so left him feeling small and helpless. He had always been so independent, so sure of himself, and now, with a single conversation, his mother had managed to reduce him to a trembling, uncertain boy.

He hesitated at the door out of the bathroom, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he tried to summon the courage to face what lay ahead. He knew that he could not put it off any longer - his mother was waiting, and she would not be pleased if he kept her waiting for too long.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Jackson opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. He could hear the sound of his mother moving around in her bedroom, her footsteps echoing softly. He knew that she was waiting for him, her hairbrush at the ready, and the thought made his heart race even faster.

He approached her bedroom and quietly knocked.

Chapter 2: Punishment

“Come in, Jackson,” his mother said calmly.

Jackson entered and saw his mother sitting on the bed, hairbrush in hand, her expression stern and unyielding. She looked up as he entered the room, her eyes meeting him with a steely determination that left him feeling even more apprehensive.

“Jackson, I believe we have an appointment,” she said, gently tapping the back of the brush against her open palm, her voice firm and unwavering. “Are you prepared for your punishment?”

He nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions that were swirling within him.

“Very well,” she said, her tone brooking no argument. "Remove your towel and come stand before me."

Jackson's face burned with humiliation as he untied the knot at his waist, the towel falling to the floor as he covered himself with his hands. His mother gestured for him to come closer, and he complied, his legs feeling weak and unstable beneath him.

“Hands at your sides, young man.”

He bowed his head as his hands curled at his sides leaving him completely exposed.

His mother took in the sight of her nearly-grown son, his slight, unathletic body trembling with fear and anticipation. He could feel his mother's eyes on him, assessing and unapologetic, and he wanted nothing more than to run and hide from her gaze. But he knew that he could not escape his punishment, and so he stood there awaiting her next instruction. He felt his penis and testicles... hanging there... ridiculous.

“Place yourself over my knees, Jackson,” she said, her voice softening ever so slightly.

He hesitated for only a moment before doing as he was told, his body seeming to move of his own accord as he positioned himself across his mother's lap. He could feel the warmth of her thighs against his private parts, and the sensation was unnerving.

"This is long overdue, young man."

As his mother began to apply her hairbrush to his bare bottom, Jackson could hardly believe what was happening. The pain was intense, each stroke of the brush sending waves of fiery heat coursing through his body, but it was the humiliation that he found most unbearable. He was an almost grown man, and yet here he was, lying across his mother's knee like a small child, his dignity and self-respect stripped away as she spanked him with all the strength and determination of a woman who had finally found her resolve.

As the punishment wore on, Jackson's resolve began to crumble. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, and he fought to hold them back, not wanting his mother seeing him break down completely. But as the pain continued to build, the walls he had built around his emotions began to crack, and he could feel the tears spilling down his cheeks, hot and humiliating.

His mother, her voice gentle but firm, continued to spank him, her words punctuating each stroke of the hairbrush as she reminded him of the reasons for his punishment. She spoke of his poor choices, his lack of respect for authority, and the damage that his behavior had done to his own future prospects.

And as she spoke, Jackson could feel something within him beginning to shift. The fear and shame that had threatened to overwhelm him began to give way to a sense of understanding, as if he were finally able to see the consequences of his actions through his mother's eyes.

When the punishment finally came to an end, Jackson lay across his mother's lap, his body wracked with sobs as he clung to her ankle, seeking comfort in the one person who had always loved him unconditionally.

As Jackson rose, his mother, her own eyes filled with tears, held him close, her voice soft and soothing as she whispered words of forgiveness and understanding.

In that moment, Jackson knew that he had been given a gift – the gift of a mother's love, strong and unwavering, even in the face of his own stubbornness and defiance. And as he stood there, his body aching and bare and his heart filled with a newfound sense of humility, he vowed to do better, to be the man that his mother knew he could be, and to never again take for granted the love and support that she so freely gave.

With a gentle hand, she guided Jackson back to his bedroom, her heart aching as she saw the raw, red welts that covered his once-smooth skin. She knew that he would be in pain for some time, but she also knew that this was a necessary consequence of his actions.

Chapter 3: Aftermath

Jackson lay in bed, his mother had long since tucked him in as he still wept. As the minutes ticked by, he found himself becoming more and more aroused. The memory of his mother's firm hand on his bottom, the sound of the hairbrush connecting with his flesh, and the feeling of her warm, comforting embrace after the punishment had all come together to create a strange and unexpected sensation within him.

He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way, but he knew that he couldn't ignore it. As his arousal continued to grow, Jackson began to rub his penis, his mind filled with thoughts of the embarrassing and humiliating ordeal he had just gone through.

He couldn't believe that he was becoming aroused by the memory of being spanked like a child, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that he was feeling. The more he thought about it, the more turned on he became.

As he continued to rub his penis, Jackson's thoughts drifted back to the moment when his mother had told him to drop the towel and stand in front of her. He had never felt so vulnerable and exposed in his life, and yet there was something about that experience that had turned him on in a way that he couldn't explain. As he thought about it, his arousal continued to grow, and he knew that he was getting close to orgasm.

Just as he was about to reach the peak of his pleasure, he heard a knock on his door. His heart pounding in his chest, Jackson quickly pulled his hand away from his penis and tried to compose himself.

“Jackson, are you okay in there?” his mother called out from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Jackson replied, his voice shaky and uncertain.

“Okay, well, if you need anything, just let me know,” she said, her voice filled with concern.

"I will, thanks," Jackson replied, his heart still racing as he listened to his mother's footsteps receding down the hallway.

As soon as he was sure that his mother was gone, Jackson turned back to his bed and continued to rub his penis. He was so close to orgasm that he couldn't resist the urge to finish what he had started.

As he thought back on the details of his punishment, his mind filled with the memory of his mother's firm grip around his naked hips, the sound of the hairbrush connecting with his flesh, and the feeling of her warm, comforting embrace after the punishment.

With each stroke of his hand, Jackson's arousal continued to grow, and he knew that he was getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his body tense with anticipation as he neared the point of no return.

Finally, with a soft moan, Jackson felt the familiar surge of pleasure wash over him as he neared orgasm. He turned over onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow to muffle the sound of his cries as he continued to rub his penis, spewing spurt after spurt of hot ejaculate onto his bed sheets, his body shaking with the intensity of his release.

As he lay there in a pool of his own making, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his pleasure, Jackson couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and embarrassment. He had just masturbated to the memory of his own punishment, a punishment that had been given to him out of love and concern for his well-being, by his very own mom.

Jackson tried as best he could with a hand towel and a damp washcloth to clean his bedsheets. When he believed it good enough to pass muster from his mom who did the laundry, he lay down on the wet spot, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Chapter 4: Discovery

Next morning, Jackson's mom changed the bedsheets in Jackson's room as usual on Tuesdays. As she removed the sheets, she noticed a stain on the under sheets. She knew immediately what it was – the residue of Jackson's masturbation. She recalled the sounds she had heard coming from his room the previous night and the conversation they had. She had asked him if everything was okay, and he had assured her that it was. Now, she knew what he had been doing.

She couldn't help but wonder if Jackson had been aroused by the thoughts of the spanking she had just given him. She remembered the feeling of his penis over her lap as she had spanked him – it hadn't been aroused at the time. She knew that Jackson didn't have a girlfriend, and she strictly prohibited him from viewing internet pornography. It seemed that her son's desires had been awakened by the act of discipline itself. Fearing he may become obsessed with her spankings, and deliberately misbehave in order to earn one, she decided that she needed to confront him about his behaviour and find a way to address his desires in a constructive way.

When he came home from school, she called Jackson into the living room for a serious conversation. She explained to him that she had discovered the residue of his masturbation on his bedsheets and that she believed it was related to the thoughts of his recent spanking. She asked him if this was true, and he, blushing furiously, first denied it; but eventually hesitantly admitted that it was true. He explained that he had never felt such intense desires before and that he didn't know how to control them.

She decided that she could use this situation to their advantage. She told Jackson that if he behaved himself perfectly for the next week, she would reward him with a gentle spanking that he would not dislike, and he could do as he pleased after. However, if he didn't behave, she would give him another, severe disciplinary punishment with the back of her hairbrush. This punishment would not be pleasurable for him in any way.

Chapter 5: The Week of Good Behaviour

As the warm water cascaded down my body, Jackson couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. It had been a week since his embarrassing and painful punishment, a punishment that had left his mind reeling with thoughts of the spanking he had received. He knew he shouldn't have been craving this, but he couldn't help it.

He thought he was an 18-year-old boy, legally an adult, yet here he was, about to receive a gentle spanking from his mom. It was humiliating, but at the same time, it was a craving that he couldn't ignore. He had been on his best behaviour for the past week, trying to avoid a second dreaded hairbrush spanking that his mom had promised him if he misbehaved. Instead, he was hoping for a gentle, comforting spank that would somehow satisfy his twisted desires.

As he rinsed the soap from his body, he couldn't help but think about how he had embarrassed himself over the past week. He had been overly polite, doing everything his mom had asked of him without a single complaint. He had even surprised her by doing some extra chores around the house, just to ensure that he was on her good side. All the while, he knew that his mom was fully aware of what he was doing and why. She had a knowing smile on her face, one that made him feel both embarrassed and excited at the same time.

As he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to go to his mom's bedroom, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. This was something that he had been craving for a week, and now it was finally about to happen.

He looked down at his penis. It was already hard with excitement. He was embarrassed that his mom would see him in such a state.

Taking a deep breath, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to his mom's bedroom. As he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was making a huge mistake.

He knocked on the door, and his mom called out for him to enter. As he stepped into the room, he could see that she was sitting on the edge of her bed, a small grin on her face. He knew that she was well aware of what was about to happen, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that she was willing to indulge his twisted desires.

Chapter 6: Intimate Preparation

His mom was dressed in a short silk nighty that left little to the imagination. Her long, toned legs were arrayed elegantly, and her wavy, chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders and back like a waterfall. She had a small plastic bottle between her legs. Jackson felt his cheeks flush with heat as he took in the sight of his stunning mother.

"Hi, Mom," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I showered like you asked..."

She smiled warmly at her son, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can see that, Jackson. Now, come over here and let's get started."

Jackson hesitantly stepped forward, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as he made his way towards his mom's bed. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer, and his hands shook as he fumbled with the knot of his towel.

"Just like that, Jackson," she encouraged, her gaze fixed on her son's trembling hands. "Drop the towel and let me see the state you're in."

With a deep, shuddering breath, Jackson untied the knot and allowed the towel to fall to the floor, revealing his naked body to his mom's appraising gaze.

As her gaze traveled down his body, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal stood out strongly, arcing up towards the ceiling as a young man's erect penis does. Jackson squirmed and his cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him as his mom's eyes lingered on his erection.

"Looks like you're ready for me, Jackson," she laughed, reaching for the bottle of baby oil between her legs. "Let's get you all nice and slippery, shall we?"

Jackson nodded mutely, his eyes fixed on the bottle of oil in his mom's hand. He wasn't expecting this! He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't stop it. He watched as she poured a generous amount onto her palm, her fingers working the viscous liquid into her skin until it glistened in the soft light of her bedroom.

"Come closer, Jackson," she commanded.

With a mixture of trepidation and longing, Jackson stepped forward and positioned himself right beside his seated mom's nude thighs, his face flushing with heat from the proximity. He could feel his own rapid, shallow breaths, and the scent of her delicate perfume filled his nostrils, making his head swim with desire.

"Now, Jackson," his mom began, her voice gentle and teasing. "You've been a very good boy this past week, and so you've earned this." As she spoke, her hand began to move in slow, languid circles around the shaft of his penis, slickening it with the baby oil. Jackson felt a shiver run down his spine, his body responding to the tantalizing sensation of his mom's hand on his penis.

"Please, Mom," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "I don't think I can take this..." His mom leaned in closer, his penis still in her hand. "Trust me, Jackson," she murmured, her voice laced with a hypnotic quality that seemed to wrap around him like a velvet glove. "I know what you need, even if you don't. But you can always tell me to stop if it becomes too much for you. Do you want me to stop, Jackson, hmmm?"

"N... n... no.... please...."

She smiled and withdrew her hand from his glistening penis standing firmly at attention. She poured some more baby oil over her nude thighs, lifting her nightie higher, and rubbed it in.

"Over my lap, sweetheart. Time for your spanking."

Chapter 7: The Gentle Spanking

Jackson, his heart pounding, lowered himself over his mom's lap, moaning as his hard slick penis contacted her silky soft, firm oiled thighs. She took some more oil and rubbed it over his backside, including into his bottom cleft and his high inner thighs. He jumped a foot as her hand briefly brushed by his tightened testicles and she laughed. Jackson tried to remain still, but the slightest movement brought a jolt of pleasure to his penis, and he began to move gently over her thighs as she laughed sweetly at his obvious excitement.

Done with the preliminaries, she raised her hand and brought it down gently yet firmly on his upturned backside, the sound of the impact echoing through the room like a gunshot. Jackson yelped in surprise, his body tensing at the unexpected sting of his mom's hand.

"Remember, Jackson," she reminded him, her voice soft and soothing. "You wanted this."

As she spoke, she continued to rain a series of firm, stinging smacks down on his backside, each one sending a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through his body. Jackson found himself writhing and squirming under the onslaught, his hands clenching and unclenching as he struggled to process the confusing mix of humiliation and arousal that filled him.

"Please, Mom," he gasped, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't want this... I don't want you to see me like this..."

She paused, her hand hovering in mid-air as she regarded her son with a look of concern. "Jackson," she said gently, "I want you to know that I love you, no matter what. And I'm here to help you through this, even if it's hard for you to understand right now. Do you really want me to stop?"

"No..."

With that, she smirked and resumed her task, her hand picking up speed as she spanked him with renewed vigor. Jackson felt his body respond to the punishment, his arousal growing stronger with each stinging impact. He could feel his mom's thighs pressing against his erection, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him like fireworks.

As the intensity of the punishment increased, Jackson found himself on the verge of orgasm, his body teetering on the edge of release. He reached down and grabbed ahold of his mom's ankle, holding on for dear life. He knew that he should be ashamed of his own desires, but he couldn't help the overwhelming need that consumed him, urging him to surrender to the erotic sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Please, Mom," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Please don't stop... I need this..."

His mom smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and desire as she watched her son writhe beneath her. "That's it, Jackson," she encouraged, her voice husky with passion. "Let yourself go. Embrace the pleasure and the pain."

As she spoke, she shifted her position, spreading Jackson's legs wide and exposing his inner thighs and tender, vulnerable bum crease to her punishing hand. Jackson cried out in protest, his body bucking and twisting as he tried to escape the relentless onslaught of his mom's hand.

"No, Mom!" he pleaded, his voice ragged with emotion. "Please, it's too much... I can't take it!"

But even as he spoke, he knew that his words were hollow, a desperate attempt to cling to the last vestiges of his self-control. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to surrender himself completely to the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that his mom was inflicting upon him.

As she continued to spank him, her hand strayed lower and lower until it grazed the tender, sensitive skin of his balls, Jackson felt his body tense and shudder, the first tremors of his impending orgasm beginning to ripple through him like waves crashing against the shore.

"Please, Mom!" he cried, his voice hoarse with need. "I'm going to cum... Please don't make me do this!"

His mom laughed, her voice rich with amusement and desire. "Oh, Jackson," she teased, her hand moving faster and faster as she drove him closer and closer to the edge. "You know you want this. You know you need this."

With a final, desperate cry, Jackson gave in to the overwhelming tide of pleasure that washed over him, his body convulsing and spasming as he was swept away on a wave of euphoria. He felt his mom's hand between his leg closing around his erection, her fingers working him expertly as she prolonged and intensified his release, drawing out the exquisite agony of his orgasm until he thought he would surely lose his mind.

As the last vestiges of his pleasure ebbed away, Jackson lay panting and spent across his mom's lap, his body slick with sweat and the remnants of his own release. He felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction, the realization of what he had just done sinking in like a lead weight in his chest.

"Oh my goodness, Jackson!" his mom said, laughing. "You really need a girlfriend!"

Jackson nodded mutely, his eyes still glazed with the remnants of his post-orgasmic bliss. He felt his mom's hand on his back, her touch warm and comforting as she guided him to his feet.

"Come on, Jackson," she said, her voice laced with a teasing, playful tone. "You need to go fetch a washcloth and clean up that mess you made on my legs."

Jackson blushed furiously, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he stumbled towards the bathroom, his legs still shaky and unsteady from the intensity of his release. He first cleaned himself and then dampened and then took a washcloth and a dry hand towel and went back to his mom who was still sitting on the side of her bed, leaning back on her elbows, her knees tightly together to catch any droppings, her nightie high, exposing just the very bottom gusset of her white panty, a grin playing across her face.

Jackson knelt in front of his mom and used the damp washcloth to clean the mixture of cum and baby oil that coated her thighs.

"A little higher, Jackson," his mom said as she spread her legs exposing her high inner thighs. Jackson dutifully cleaned and dried the entire area as his mom looked benignly down on her newly obedient son.

"Now, sweetheart, you've set the bar very high with your behaviour this past week. Keep it up and two weeks from now we can do this again, but you'll have to ask me. Otherwise, Jackson..." she continued, pointing at the solid wooden hairbrush lying on her dressing table that had so blistered him last week.

Jackson shuddered and resolved to be the best boy he could possibly be.

FIN

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Fiction: Spanked at 18 (M/F)

Continuing my fiction run, I wrote up a little fantasy about Daddy spankings that is definitely the most persistent fantasy in my naughty little brain. If you don't like the Daddy-Daughter stuff, stop here!

Spanked at 18

Chapter 1: Anticipation

I'm sitting here in my bedroom, the door closed and locked from the outside, my heart racing as I try to make sense of what's about to happen.

I can't believe I'm in this situation. I'm 18 years old, for fuck's sake, and I'm about to get a spanking from my dad in front of the whole family. It's so humiliating. I want to crawl under my bed and never come out.

I can still hear the sound of my little eight-year-old cousin's sobs echoing in my head. That's what started all of this. I lost my temper with her, and I slapped her and knocked her stupid tooth out. It was probably loose anyways. I did her a favour. But the crying and blood was not a good look. I know I shouldn't have done it, but she was being so damn annoying, and I just couldn't take it anymore. Now I have to face the consequences.

Dad had taken me to my room and thrown me in. He told me to sit there and think about what I'd done. He said he'd be back once Sally was tended to and I could expect a bare bum spanking in the living room with an hour's corner time after. He then locked me in here, crying my eyes out, as I begged him not to while the door locked shut.

Dad's always been strict with us, but it's been a long time since he's had to discipline me like this. Groundings, sure, but I haven't been spanked since I was 10 years old, and even then, it was nothing like what I'm about to experience. I can't even imagine how much it's going to hurt, and the thought of everyone seeing me like that—my bare bottom, my legs kicking in the air, my pussy exposed—it's enough to make me want to die of embarrassment.

But I don't have a choice. Dad's made it clear that he's going to do this, and there's no way I can talk him out of it. I'm just going to have to grit my teeth and bear it, even though I know it's going to be the most humiliating experience of my life.

I can't help but wonder what everyone will think of me once this is all over. Will they still see me as a responsible, grown-up 18-year-old, or will they just see me as a little girl who can't control her temper? I know I've made a mistake, but does that really mean I deserve to be treated like a child?

I can feel my hands starting to shake as I imagine the scene that's about to unfold downstairs. Dad will take me into the living room, where everyone's gathered, and then he'll take me over his lap. He'll raise my skirt and lower my panties, exposing my bare bottom to everyone in the room. And then he'll start spanking me, hard and fast, until I'm crying and begging him to stop.

I'll try, but I just know I won't be able to keep my legs still. The pain will be too much, and I'll start kicking and thrashing, trying to escape. But Dad will be too strong, and he'll hold me in place as he continues to spank me. I can feel my face burning with shame just thinking about it.

And then, when he's finally done, he'll make me stand in the corner with my bare bottom on display for everyone to see. I'll have to stand there, nose to the wall, as I cry and try to come to terms with what's just happened. I'll be so embarrassed, I won't even be able to look anyone in the eye.

As I sit here, waiting for my dad to come and get me, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever be able to live this down. Will everyone always see me as the girl who got spanked in front of the whole family? Or will they eventually forget about it and move on? I don't know, and the uncertainty is almost as bad as the humiliation itself.

I still can't believe this is happening to me. I'm eighteen! But Dad's always been strict, and he's never been one to change his mind once he's decided on something.

I can hear footsteps outside my door, and I know it's him. He's coming to get me, to take me downstairs and humiliate me in front of the whole family. I want to scream, to run away, to do anything to avoid what's about to happen. But I know I can't. I have to face the consequences of my actions, like it or not.

But there's no use dwelling on it now. I can hear the key turning in the lock, and I know it's time to face my punishment. I take a deep breath and steel myself for what's about to happen, knowing that there's no way to avoid it now.

Chapter 2: Punishment

As I walk downstairs with Dad, I keep my head lowered in shame. I can feel everyone's gazes burning into me, and I know that they're all waiting to see what's going to happen next.

When we reach the living room, Dad takes me by the arm and leads me to one side of the room. He sits down on a simple straight-backed wooden kitchen chair that he must have placed there before going to get me, and I know what's coming next.

My spanking chair...

My mother and siblings sit on the couch, their faces filled with disappointment and concern. My aunts and uncles and cousins are scattered throughout the room, their eyes fixed on me as I stand there, ready to meet my fate.

Without a word, my father sits down on the chair and pulls me over his lap. I can feel my face burning with shame as he lifts my skirt and lowers my panties, exposing my bare bottom to the entire room. I close my legs as tightly as I can. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I lie across his lap, his strong hands holding me in place.

I can hear the gasps and whispers from the people around us, and I know that they're all watching, waiting to see my bare bottom spanked. I want to die of shame, but there's nothing I can do to stop it now.

Dad starts spanking me, hard and fast, and I can feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes. The pain is almost unbearable, but I know I have to endure it. I try to keep my legs glued together and still, but it's impossible. They start kicking and thrashing, unconsciously helping me to try to escape the relentless onslaught of Dad's hand.

I can hear the snickers and giggles from my uncles and male cousins, and I know that they're enjoying the show. They're probably taking mental notes, planning to tease and embarrass me even more once this is all over. I can feel my face burning with shame, and I know that I'll never be able to live this down.

My father's hand comes down again and again, each stroke sending waves of agony through my body. The humiliation is overwhelming, and I can't help but sob uncontrollably as my father continues to spank me. I know I'm giving everyone a full-on bare pussy show, and don't doubt that even my bumhole goes on parade as I squirm and kick violently, but I just can't help myself!

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pain and humiliation, Dad stops spanking me. He pulls me up from his lap and tells me to stand in the corner, my bare bottom still on display for everyone to see. I can feel the tears streaming down my face as I stand there, nose to the wall, trying to come to terms with what's just happened.

"Skirt up!" Daddy says as he comes behind me lifts my skirt, gives me a hard spank, then tucks the hem of my skirt into the waistband. My panties are, somewhat miraculously, still around my ankles.

I know that I'll now have to stand here for a full hour, with my family watching and waiting for me to break down completely. It's the most humiliating experience of my life, and I know that I'll never be able to forget it.

As the minutes tick by, I can feel the weight of everyone's gaze on my bare bottom. I know they're all thinking about how childish and irresponsible I am, and I can't help but wonder if they're right. Maybe I do deserve to be treated like this, after all. The worst was from my younger teenage cousins who, when nobody else was listening, made lewd remarks about my butt and pussy, telling me it's better than watching OnlyFans and didn't cost anything.

As my hour of misery finally comes to an end, I'm allowed to leave the corner, pull up my panties, and restore my skirt. I can't help but feel a small sense of relief. The worst is over, and I've survived it. I might never be able to live this down, but at least I can start to move on and try to put this humiliating experience behind me.

I make my way back to my bedroom, my face burning, my bum sore, embarrassed beyond all belief.

Chapter 3: Aftermath

As I lay in my bed, the memory of my humiliation still fresh in my mind, I can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Part of me is still consumed by shame and embarrassment, while another part of me is oddly aroused by the experience. I can't explain it, but there's something about being spanked and humiliated in front of my family that has stirred up feelings I never knew I had.

I try to push these thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand: recovering from my punishment and moving on with my life. But I can't seem to shake the lingering feelings of arousal that have taken hold of me. My fingers start to wander down to my panties, and I can feel the sticky wetness between my legs as I begin to explore myself.

As I touch myself, I can't help but imagine the scene that played out in the living room earlier. I can see myself, bent over Dad's lap, my skirt raised and my panties lowered, my bare bottom exposed to the world. I can feel the heat of his hand as it connects with my flesh, sending waves of pain coursing through my body.

I can hear the snickers and giggles of my uncles and male cousins, their eyes fixed on my exposed pussy as I kick and thrash, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of Dad's hand. I can feel their gazes burning into my skin, and I know that they're all enjoying the show.

As I continue to touch myself, my fingers moving faster and faster, I can't help but imagine what it would be like if they were to join in, their hands exploring my body as I writhe and moan beneath them. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating, and I know that I shouldn't be thinking about it, but I can't seem to help myself.

I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing and trembling as I approach the edge. And then, just as I'm about to tip over the edge, I hear a knock at my door.

"Julie, are you okay in there?" It's my mom's voice, and I know that I have to pull myself together before she comes in and sees what I've been doing.

"I'm fine, Mom," I call out, my voice shaky and uncertain. "Just... thinking about what happened earlier."

There's a pause, and then I hear the sound of her footsteps retreating down the hallway. I let out a sigh of relief and lay back on my bed, my fingers still between my legs as I try to process everything that's happened.

As I continue to touch myself, my mind wanders back again to the moment when my skirt was raised and my panties lowered, exposing my bottom to the entire room. I can still hear the whispers and giggles from my uncles and male cousins, and the thought of them seeing my most private parts sends a wave of shame and arousal through me.

I rub myself faster, my fingers slipping inside of me as I imagine the scene unfolding in front of me. I can see my father's stern expression as he spanks me, and I can feel the heat of my family's gaze on me as I lay there, exposed and vulnerable.

The feeling of shame and arousal only grows stronger, and I can feel my orgasm building inside of me. I imagine my father pulling me over his lap, his hand coming down on my bottom again and again as I kick my legs and expose myself even more. I imagine my pussy getting hot and wet, as it is now, while they all watch.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. I rub myself faster and faster, my fingers slipping in and out of me as I imagine the scene unfolding in front of me. And then, with a cry of pleasure, I climax, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over me.

As I lay on my bed, panting and spent, I can't help but feel a sense of shame and confusion. How could I be turned on by something so humiliating? But at the same time, the memory of my punishment and the feeling of arousal that came with it are impossible to ignore.

I close my eyes, trying to make sense of my feelings. I know that what I did was wrong, and I deserved my punishment. But the fact that it turned me on is something that I'm going to have to come to terms with.

Chapter 4: Diary

Dear Diary,

Today I was spanked by my dad in front of the extended family during a gathering at our house. This event has left me with a mix of emotions and a newfound craving that I never thought I'd have. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what happened and how it's affecting me.

After the spanking I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was so turned on! I've never been spanked in front of anybody else before, and I've never been interested in anything like that. But now, I find myself craving another spanking, and I don't know how to handle it.

I've been trying to figure out why I'm feeling this way. Maybe it's because the spanking was such a powerful experience, and it made me feel vulnerable and submissive in a way that I've never felt before. Or maybe it's because it was so unexpected and taboo, and that's what's making it so exciting for me.

Whatever the reason, I'm now faced with a dilemma. Should I misbehave and try to get another spanking from my dad, or should I just confess everything to him and hope that he'll understand?

The thought of misbehaving and getting another spanking is tempting, but I'm not sure if I could go through with it. I don't want to be disrespectful to my dad or the rest of my family, and I'm worried that it would just make things worse.

On the other hand, the thought of confessing everything to my dad is terrifying. I'm afraid that he'll be disgusted by my feelings and think that I'm some kind of freak. I'm also worried that it will change the way he sees me and the way our relationship works.

But as I sit here writing in my diary, I realize that I need to be honest with myself and with my dad. I need to tell him how I'm feeling and what I'm going through, even if it's scary and difficult. Maybe he'll understand and be able to help me figure out these new feelings, or maybe he'll just be angry and disappointed. Either way, I need to take the risk and be truthful about what's going on.

So, I've decided that I'm going to talk to my dad about everything. I'm going to tell him about the spanking and the arousal I felt, and I'm going to ask for his help in understanding it all. Maybe ask him to spank me again because I'm craving it soooooo much.  It won't be easy, but I know it's the right thing to do.

As I close my diary for the night, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. I'm scared, nervous, and excited all at the same time. But I know that whatever happens, I'll be able to handle it. I'm strong, and I'm determined to figure out what's going on with me and how to deal with it.

Until next time, diary.

Chapter 5: Confession

It's been a few days since I made the decision to confront my desires and confess my feelings to my dad. I knew that it was a risky move, but I couldn't ignore the overwhelming need for another bare bottom spanking any longer. So, with a deep breath and a racing heart, I sat down with my dad and told him everything.

To my surprise, he didn't seem as shocked or disgusted as I had expected. Instead, he chuckled and told me that he had been expecting this conversation for a while, ever since Mom had told him what she heard me doing in my bedroom after my spanking. I blushed so hard! He asked me if I wanted another spanking, and without hesitation, I replied with a nod.

Daddy told me he didn't want me engaging in any high risk behaviours, like meeting up with random guys for a spanking. And he said he knew it might be quite some time until I found a boyfriend I could trust who would do that for me. I saw his point. He said he'd be willing to do it himself if that's what I wanted, until I found a boyfriend who would.

Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! I told him so.

But then, he asked me a question that I wasn't prepared for: "Over your clothes, bare bum, or totally nude?" I felt my face turn crimson as I considered my options. I knew that a part of me wanted to experience the ultimate vulnerability of being spanked completely naked, but I was also terrified of the embarrassment that would come with it.

With a deep breath, I finally made my decision. "Totally nude," I whispered, my voice barely audible. My dad smiled, and I could see a hint of pride in his eyes that his daughter was not to be stopped.

We waited a few days until nobody was in the house, then we went to his bedroom. I felt incredibly self-conscious as I removed my clothes, revealing my bare breasts and the soft, pink folds of my pussy. I had completely shaved my pussy in preparation for this moment. My body was flushed with embarrassment, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood before my dad, completely exposed.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, young lady," he reassured me. "I've changed your diapers, you remember that."

He gestured for me to come to him, and I complied, shivering with anticipation as I positioned myself over his lap. I could feel his strong, warm hand resting on my bare bottom, and I knew that the time had come for my "punishment".

The first spank was like a jolt of electricity, sending a wave of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel my skin growing warmer with each strike, my nipples hardening, and I knew that I was becoming increasingly aroused. My dad's hand was firm and unyielding, and I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as the spanking continued.

As the pain intensified, I found myself instinctively raising my bottom, seeking more of the punishment that I had craved for so long. My dad chuckled and called me a naughty girl, but I didn't care. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that was building within me.

And then, it happened. As my bum shimmied all over his lap, pushing up high, my dad's hand accidentally grazed past my wet, swollen pussy, and I felt a surge of ecstasy unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I writhed and squirmed on his lap, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came, hard and fast. My dad held me up with a hand under my cunt as he continued to spank my sopping wet pussy, focussing on my engorged clit, prolonging my orgasm and sending me into a state of pure, unadulterated bliss, screaming at the top of my lungs.

When it was over, I lay limply across my dad's lap, spent and satisfied. He rubbed my bum, chuckled softly, and told me that I really needed a boyfriend.

And who knows? Maybe one day I'll find the perfect partner who can give me the bare bottom spankings and intense pleasure that I so desperately desire.

And until that time, well, Daddy knows best.

A bit more fiction today of the M/F variety!

In real-life, I was always a pretty girl, and I got away with murder as a result. But I'm getting older now, and don't continue to get the sort of unrelenting studly male attention I did in my twenties. In this story I cast myself back into my twenties and imagine myself as the most beautiful girl who had hooked a rich older hubbie, David as he is now. Would the offer of spanking and sex get such a girl off the hook for a crime even? Oh yes!

Please enjoy my humble offering in this regard. This is exactly the sort of thing I think about as I rub my little pussy, getting off. Though not as pretty as my AI-generated heroine, I would love to roleplay such a scenario in a real department store with my David and a willing store manager. I'd dress like an cumplete teenage slut. Any takers?

Fiction: Shoplifter Punished (MM/F)

It was a bright Saturday morning, and the sun shone through the large glass windows of the department store. Inside, the hustle and bustle of shoppers filled the air with excitement and anticipation. Amidst the crowd, a tall, handsome man walked hand in hand with his younger beautiful wife.

David was an established lawyer recently married to his much younger wife Julie. Julie was a handful, David had to admit. She always chose to dress inappropriately sexily in public to his mind, and often drew unwanted attention as a result, but he had resigned himself to it.

They were out shopping for a new lamp for their living room, something they had been meaning to do for quite some time. As they walked through the store, Julie's eyes wandered to the various displays and items for sale.

David, being the attentive husband he was, noticed his wife's wandering gaze and smiled. "Go ahead, honey. I'm just going to pick up some cigars from next door. Meet you at the entrance in a bit," he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Julie smiled back at him, her heart filled with love for the man she had married. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then turned to wander through the store, browsing the various items on display, attracting her usual quota of male attention and female dirty looks. Ha ha!

As she walked through the store, Julie's eyes fell on a small, shiny object that caught her attention. It was a beautiful gold-plated brooch, sitting on a display shelf next to some other items. For some reason, she felt an irresistible urge to take it.

As an entitled teen, Julie had been an inveterate shoplifter. It was an addiction. It was always small items and she was never caught. As she grew up she did it less and less, but every now and then the addictive urge overcame her at unexpected moments.

With barely a thought, Julie reached out and discreetly slipped the brooch into her purse. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she did so, the thrill of doing something forbidden.

Feeling thrilled, and a bit guilty, Julie casually made her way towards the department store entrance to find David. She saw him and walked out of the store towards him. But as soon as she stepped a foot out of the store, she saw a security guard walking briskly towards her. Her heart sank as she realized they must have seen her take the brooch!

The security guard approached her and restrained her, asking her to come with him.

Julie was mortified. She had never been caught like this before, and now she was being taken away by security in front of her husband.

David, who had been waiting for Julie, saw the commotion and rushed over to see what was happening. When he found out that his wife had been caught shoplifting, his heart sank. He couldn't believe that his wife would do such a thing.

The security guard escorted David and Julie to the store manager's office, where he explained the situation and left them alone, door shut. The store manager, a stern-looking man in his fifties, after having listened to the security guard's report, turned to David and Julie.

"Hand it over, Miss," the store manager said.

Julie looked at David who responded, "If you did it, best to come clean."

With a blush, Julie reached into her handbag and pulled out the brooch, handing it to the store manager.

"I'm sorry, but we have a strict policy against shoplifting," the manager said. "We'll have to call the police and press charges."

David's heart sank even further. He couldn't bear the thought of his wife being arrested and having a criminal record. He knew that she had made a mistake, but he also knew that she didn't deserve to have her life ruined over a small item.

Thinking quickly, David came up with a plan. He turned to the store manager and said, "Please, sir. I understand that my wife made a mistake, but I'm begging you to give her another chance. I'll take full responsibility for her actions."

The store manager looked at David skeptically. "And how do you propose to do that?" he asked.

David took a deep breath and said, "I'll consequence her myself. I'll make sure she learns her lesson and never does anything like this again."

The store manager raised an eyebrow. "And just what kind of consequences are you talking about?"

David hesitated for a moment before saying. He had gone through all the options in his head, and only one that relied very much on how attractive his wife was had any chance of success. He knew where it could lead, and was willing to go even there. "I'll give her a good, hard spanking on her bare bottom, right here in your office, while you watch."

"David! No!" Julie screeched.

"Shush!" David said strictly, shushing his naughty wife up instantly.

The store manager's eyes also widened in surprise. He had never heard such a request before. But there was something about the determination in David's eyes that made him believe that he was serious. And it did not hurt that the wife was an incredibly sexy little bundle, with her high heels, her short little skirt, and her firm braless boobs practically spilling out of her dangerously strained blouse. He wouldn't mind at all seeing that little tart given a firm spanking on her bare little ass.

"Alright," the store manager said after a moment of consideration. "If you're willing to do that, I'll let your wife off the hook."

David nodded, relieved that his plan had worked. He turned to Julie, who was sitting next to him, her face red with embarrassment.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but you have to do this," he said softly. "It's the only way to make things right. Think of it as making up for all those spankings your parents never gave you that lead to this."

Julie looked up at her husband, tears streaming down her face. She knew that he was right. She had made a mistake, and now she had to face the consequences of her actions.

David took Julie by the hand and led her to the small couch in the corner of the office. He sat down and then pulled her across his lap, lifting her tight mini skirt and pulling down her panties. Julie gasped as the cool air hit her bare bottom.

The manager looked appreciatively at the girl's bare ass. She was a skinny girl and bent over as she was he could see between her legs her pouting shaven pussy. "What a dirty little slut" he thought to himself, feeling his cock hardening concealed by his desk, "and what a lucky husband. Oh to have my way with that ass for even ten minutes..."

"This might get a bit loud. Have you anything to gag her with?" David asked.

They both looked around the small office.

"Use those," the store manager said, pointing at the little panties pooled around Julie's knees.

David grinned slyly, pulled them off Julie's legs, then stuffed them into Julie's mouth to keep her quiet. He didn't want her to scream or cry out as he spanked her and have anyone come running.

Julie turned to face the manager as David stuffed her mouth with her own panties, her eyes growing comically large. She saw the utter lust in his eyes.

David took a deep breath and then began to spank his wife's bottom. He started off gently, but as he continued, his spanks became harder and more intense. Julie squirmed and whimpered in his lap, her bottom turning pink from the slaps.

David spanked her for a good five minutes, making sure that he covered every inch of her bottom. By the time he was done, Julie was sobbing uncontrollably, her bottom a bright shade of red.

Julie lay across her husband's lap, her bottom stinging from the spanking he had given her. Her face was flushed, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath through her panty-gag. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been spanked by her husband in front of a stranger!

David looked up at the store manager, his face serious. "I've spanked her, and I think she's learned her lesson," he said. "But it's what you think that's important." David knew that if he wanted to get his wife out of this predicament, it lay entirely in the store manager's hands.

"That brooch she tried to steal was expensive. I think she needs more. I think she needs the belt."

David thought quickly. He had no desire to belt his wife's ass, and he saw the lust in the manager's eyes. Julie's ass was world-class, he knew. Julie was oversexed and always trying to drag him to swingers' clubs. He'd offer the manager his wife's sweet ass, in more ways than one.

"Well, If you still feel that she needs further punishment, I have an idea."

The store manager raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

David cleared his throat. "I suggest that you bend her over your desk and use your belt on her ass. After that, if you still feel unsatisfied, as a recompense, fuck her any way you please."

Julie gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She couldn't believe what her husband was suggesting.

The store manager looked at David for a moment, then nodded. "That sounds like fun," he said, not believing his luck. "But the tart has to agree to it."

"Do you agree?" David asked Julie, piercing her with his light grey eyes, a slight smile playing across his lips unseen by the store manager.

Julie realized what her husband was doing. She had shared with him her fantasies about being fucked "against her will" by an older distinguished gentleman. And the store manager fit the bill perfectly. With a deep blush, she nodded her head yes.

David helped Julie to her feet and led her over to the store manager's desk. He bent her over the desk, re-lifting her skirt to expose her red, swollen bottom, keeping the panties in her mouth.

The store manager unbuckled his belt with a big grin and pulled it out of the loops on his pants. He doubled it over and then brought it down hard on Julie's ass. She cried out in pain, muffled through her panty gag, her body jerking with the strike of the belt.

David watched, his face impassive, as the store manager continued to whip Julie's bottom with his belt. He could see the welts forming on her skin, and he knew that she would be feeling the pain for days to come. He was hoping the manager would end her whipping soon and turn to more pleasurable pursuits.

When the store manager was satisfied, he stepped back and looked down at Julie's reddened bottom. "That should do it for the belt," he said. "Now it's time for the final punishment."

The store manager pulled Julie off his desk by the base of her long hair and put her on the floor at his knees. "Now," he said. "It's time for you to show me just how sorry you really are."

Julie looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and lust. She knew what was coming.

The store manager again grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back. "Open your mouth," he commanded. He took her panties out of her mouth and clutched them in his hand. "Keep it open," he said.

Julie knelt there with her mouth open, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. The store manager unbuttoned her blouse, letting her bountiful braless breasts spill free of their tight confines. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, thick cock. He shoved it into Julie's mouth, forcing it deep down her throat.

Julie gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe. The store manager held her head in place, thrusting his hips and fucking her mouth with deep, brutal strokes.

David watched as his wife was forced to take the store manager's cock in her mouth. He could see the tears streaming down her face, and he knew that she was suffering, but he did nothing to stop it.

After a few minutes, the store manager pulled his cock out of Julie's mouth and wiped his hands on her open blouse. "Don't think I'm done with you yet, tart," he said, looking over to David for a sign. David shrugged and silently indicated for him to have his fill.

He stuffed Julie's mouth once again with her panties, then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her over his desk, lifting her skirt and admiring the view of what he was about to plunder.

He positioned himself behind her and then thrust his cock into her pussy, hard and fast.

Julie cried out in pain as the store manager's cock filled her pussy. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her sore, red bottom with every thrust. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, stretching her and filling her up.

The store manager fucked her for several minutes, his breath coming in gasps as he pounded her pussy. Finally, he pulled out of her

He picked her up and carried her to the sofa where he put her on her back, lifted and spread her ankles, and pinned them there. This time, he aimed his cock at her asshole and thrust forward, pushing his pussy-juice lubricated cock into her tight little hole.

Julie screamed through her gag as the store manager's cock forced its way into her ass. The pain was intense, and she thought she might pass out, but the pleasure was equally as intense. The store manager didn't stop. He thrust his cock into her ass, hard and fast, until, with a final, brutal thrust, the store manager ejaculated deep inside Julie's ass. He pulled out of her and stepped back, his cock still hard and glistening.

The store manager collected himself, a big grin on his face.

"That's one hot piece of ass," he complimented David.

"I take it you're... satisfied?" David asked with a grin.

"More than satisfied!" he said as he zipped his trousers. "You're free to go. No charges. But you remember this day, young lady, and never make the same mistake again."

David  nodded and helped Julie to her feet. She was unsteady, her legs shaking as she put herself back together again. David put his arm around her and led her out of the office and down the hall.

As they walked, Julie could feel the cum dripping out of her ass, into her panties, and overflowing down her inner thighs. Her jaw was sore, her throat was sore, her mouth was sore, her pussy was sore, her asshole was sore, and her ass was very sore. She could feel the pain from the spanking and the whipping, and she knew that her ass would continue to be sore for days to come.

But as she walked out of the store with her husband, she felt a sense of relief. She had faced her punishment, and she had survived. And now, she knew that she would never make the same mistake again.

FIN

 

Yes, blush (!), that's the shit I most fantasize about...

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