A MORAL DILEMNA & EXTENDED "TANGLED MUSINGS"

 As you're probably aware, my spiritual patron Strict Julie not only posted a story I wrote for her on her wonderful site, but she also graphicly described in some detail an elaborate, hedonistic masturbation session she indulged in. I was incredibly flattered and more than a little aroused. I poured over every word, putting my immediate reactions in a comment as I went. It was very public but also incredibly intimate, with Julie not only sharing how she pleasured herself physically but also how my words were affecting her mentally. Unlike the last Julie story I published, this one was pretty much all my fantasy, modified slightly to fit in with some of the other fantasies being posted by her fans. (Julie is very special to me and there's a lot of things I like to imagine her doing, but sucking off a retiree isn't one of them!)

 When Julie told me she was going to post the Larry story I thought it would be fun to share some of the things I'd written into the first story because they are my go-to turn-ons, and some of the things I'd included in the second story specifically to try and tingle Julie's pussy and dampen her panties. When I saw she had edited my story down I thought it would be good to post the full story here, with the deleted scenes highlighted for those of you who don't want to read the whole thing again, as a sort of director's cut. But before I get to that I feel like I need to address something that's been weighing on me today, now that the afterglow of the original reading has worn off.

I wrote my first responses to Julie's antics in her comments section late on Friday night when it was first posted, and e-mailed her again on Saturday with some additional thoughts and to let her know that her writing had compelled me to masturbate myself. Twice. She sent me the an e-mail that started thusly:

Ooooh!

I'm glad my "activities" inspired you as they did. Does that make us virtual fuck buddies? I think it does.

She had a point; we had each inspired the other to whack it, and we had both written with the intent of making the other horny. That said, there was no way I could have predicted the elaborate, almost theatrical way she went about pleasuring herself, nor her bragging about it afterwards! And I was definitely responsible for making her do this, as she lays out in her blog beneath a very explicit picture:

Yes, the above is kind of what I looked like. Please tell me other people do things like this also. I hope I'm not the only one. And, yes Tanky, your story literally made me do that!

These words were incredibly powerful the first time I read them, making me feel like the King of the World! But they began to weigh on me today, now that the initial rush has passed, as did her "fuck buddy" e-mail and a brief exchange we had in her comments section:

Me: I should probably tell your audience that the only thing I can think of that would be more sexy and flattering than you flicking the bean to my writing would be for you to be so taken by a story that you get careless with your masturbation and your husband has to give you a humiliating punishment for it! I hadn't imagined him coming home early to find you sucking a rubber cock, vibrator in hand, dildo betwixt your reddened cheeks - a first-rate punishment would definitely be in order then!

Julie: I can just imagine the spreading smirk on David's face as the mad blush hits my cheeks if caught directly in the act. My botty, pussy, and holes would be sore for a week!

Me: And you'd deserve it too... waiting for your husband to leave and then making a big show out of pleasuring yourself for the benefit of your readers and not for your loving husband? Making your fans responsible for his cuckolding? You should definitely feel ashamed!

Julie: True Sir!

We were both kind of flirting, kind of joking, but I think we were both being honest. To quote Del Close, truth in comedy. A couple of other commenters seemed to think she had crossed a line, too:

Thanks for pointing us to that blog. Quirky! And as for you, young lady... I can't believe you had THREE sex toys going at once to please your needy little ass, mouth, and pussy! You should spend a week in the corner for that shameless stunt.

Maybe this commenter was being a little harsh, but it's difficult to argue with someone who exhibits such impeccable good taste. Perhaps a punishment is in order? Another poster had this to say:

Sorry, need to say this. Your masturbation has gotten out of control. You're a slut, and I don't mean that in a good way at all. You're a bit of a filthy slut. Sorry.

Oh my goodness! Her fans are turning on her, because of her response to my writings! My head has been swimming with images of loyal readers shutting their laptops or powering down their PCs in disgust, Julie's daily page views dwindling down to nothing. She's been posting very frequently over the past three months, and I'd hate to break her streak. I need my kinky fix!

I thought of her husband, oblivious to all of this, and felt increasingly guilty. Julie had laid out the groundwork for our relationship and I happily met her terms, wishing to take things no further than she did. The conditions of our relationship were expressed by her thusly:

There are many many guys who wish to extend a literary intimacy to some other kind. I'm married, and I'm careful, and I swore at the start not to go there. And real life gets so... messy. In writing, we are free to be as naughty as we can imagine. Those are my boundaries.

Writing only. No real-world messiness. I'm not stupid, I knew I was getting a reaction from my e-mails, but there's a difference between a fluttery stomach or a wide-on, and putting time aside to act out my writing with a handful of sex toys! I was in a real quandary.

I consider myself to be a good person. I'm a feminist, I'm porn-positive and opposed to slut shaming. I have no problem with masturbation in itself, I think it's very healthy. But I can't help but feel sorry for David, who would have surely enjoyed seeing his beautiful wife's performance, or even hearing about it after the event. But he has no idea, and here I am enjoying the fruits of his wife's labour. What should I do about this?

Well, if I'm to be held responsible for her pleasuring herself in the real world and without her husband's knowledge, then I think I should be responsible for restoring some balance by issuing a real world punishment she can suffer through without her husband's knowledge as well. I'm sure she's done worse when one of her e-subbies have blamed her for their antics.

Julie, if you're reading this, send me an e-mail and I will let you know what I expect from you, or leave a comment if you'd rather I shared the details of your punishment with the public at large! It'll be the same punishment either way. I think it'll be good for both of us! And I know I can't enforce the punishment, but I can refrain from sending you the sequel you wanted for the story with you and your sister!

Phew, glad that's taken care of! I feel like a weight's been lifted from my shoulders. Now, as for my original story, as promised. For those of you playing along, it was written in response to Julie's post "Wife Spanked and Neighbour Told." I'm going to post it in it's entirety here, with the bits Julie posted in blue and the bits she edited out in red, so you can jump straight to those if you're familiar with the story but curious as to what was left on the cutting room floor.

I imagine you and David bumping into Larry on the street in the town near your cottage the Friday evening of your next getaway. "Here for the weekend?" asks Larry.

"That's right" David replies. "Just buying a few things and having dinner in town before heading to the cottage. Thank you for taking care of this one's mistake. Julie, apologise to Larry for wasting his time!"

"Thank you very much for helping us, Larry" you obediently pipe up. "I promise it won't happen again!"

"I read that e-mail you sent about how David took care of you, I'm sure you won't let it happen again!" Larry replies, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, it won't, I've made sure of that" says David, before you have a chance to respond. "This one's staying in diapers for the whole weekend. I'm not letting her out of my sight!"

Your face flushes red, you were hoping not to share this humiliating detail! Larry's eyes are immediately drawn to your most intimate area. The bulk between your legs suddenly feels enormous, and you become incredibly aware of your stance. You wonder if you can move your legs without your diaper crinkling.

"I suppose that's one way to solve the problem" Larry says after what feels like an eternity, though it could only have been a couple of seconds. You are sure you notice a change in his voice, and you struggle to come up with a response. Luckily David is more than happy to speak for you both once again.

"I decided drastic measures were in order. If you hadn't intervened there's no telling what could have happened. The last thing we need is for our vacation home to become a den for squatters to shoot up in!"

Even over the pounding of your blood in your ears this registers as an improbable event, but you know better than to say anything!

"Why don't you and the missus join us for dinner tomorrow evening?" David continues. "Julie can apologise to you properly then."

"That sounds great!" Larry says, still grinning, and you wonder what he's imagining. You wonder what David is planning too!

"We'll see you at six, then. And now we must love you and leave you, I have a few stops I want to make before our dinner reservation. Say goodbye, Julie!"

You feel irritated by this last remark, despite the diaper fastened round your waist you are a grown woman, and know how to conduct a conversation! Nevertheless, you find yourself saying "Goodbye, Larry. It's been nice seeing you. I'm looking forward to having dinner with you." At this, David takes your hand and leads you down the street. You wonder if the diaper you're wearing is affecting your walk, as you have no doubt Larry's gaze will be focused on your diapered backside!

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It's six o'clock the following evening, and you hear a knock on your cottage door. You've elected to wear a fancy cardigan over a light casual top. You feel the look is relaxed and comfortable, but indicates you are a sensible and serious-minded adult. This outfit complements your chest, and you have decided to don your best bra, because you know it makes your tits look amazing and this always boosts your confidence. The ensemble is incongruous with the bright white diaper that is all you are dressed in below the waist. For the last hour you have been wearing an apron whilst you prepare dinner in the kitchen, focusing on getting the meal just right rather than nervously wondering what the evening has in store for you.

You hear David greet your guests and escort them into the living room. You dally in the kitchen for a couple of minutes listening to their small talk before you hear David summon you. "Julie! Come out here and say hello!"

Nervously, you head into the living room, loitering near the door. Though you know it is ultimately futile you are determined to avoid revealing your infantile garb for as long as possible. "Hello," you say, "I was just making the finishing touches to dinner. I'm glad you could come."

"It's lovely to be here" replies Larry. His wife doesn't speak; you sense she is somewhat irritated by you. "We've been looking forward to seeing you; your cooking smells amazing."

"Why don't you hang your apron in the kitchen and then come back and sit on my knee?" David asks, though you recognise it as a command. Blushing fiercely, you turn on the spot and walk back to the kitchen, exposing your diapered rear end. You keep moving forward, unsure if the sounds your guests make are from surprise, excitement, disgust, or a mixture of the three. You recall the spanking you received in the cottage that afternoon, and wonder if the tops of your thighs are still red.

You hang up your apron, briefly check your reflection and take a deep breath before heading back into the living room with as much confidence as you can muster. You are conscious of the lingering gazes of your companions but make no effort to hide your diaper, determined to do as you are instructed with grace and decorum. Smiling warmly you take your place on your husbands left knee, one of your bare legs either side of his denim-clad one. David wraps an arm around your waist and you feel your pussy tingle as his leg makes the slightest movement.

"So David wasn't kidding then?" Larry asks rhetorically. "We were sure he must have been joking."

"There's no way I'd let Larry put me in a diaper!" his wife tells you. "Do you really go to the bathroom in that thing?"

"Oh yes!" David answers on your behalf. She found it hard to do at first, especially in front of me or when we're out and about. But now she's resigned to these occasional disciplinary measures she can go without much fuss. She still gets embarrassed when I change her, though. You should have seen her this morning; she had a bit of a runny bottom and she made a great big poopy in her diaper only twenty-five minutes after I cleaned her last mess! Head in her hands the whole time I was changing her, bless her!"

With this David hugs you even tighter for a few seconds whilst jiggling his leg up and down. You stare at the floor, mortified. You can't remember being so embarrassed! You wonder how long your guests will stay after dinner. Will you have to wet yourself in front of them? Would they watch whilst David changed you? You become aware that whilst you have been familiar with these people for years, you don't really know them very well at all.

"Looks like you were serious about spanking her as well" Larry says to David. You notice this comment causes Larry's wife to narrow her eyes at him, though David seems oblivious. Your worries earlier were well-founded; your thighs have betrayed you!

"Hmm, yes" says David, a slight edge to his voice. "Little Miss Potty-Pants here was misbehaving when we were out earlier, so I'm afraid I had to give her a spanking over my lap once we got home."

A fresh wave of embarrassment hits you, though you are a little angry as well, as you were hardly misbehaving. You had confessed to David that you had wet your diaper whilst you were out on a hike, and David changed you a short while after on a wooden picnic table by a public reststop. Although there was no-one in sight, you were worried a car might pull up and see you being changed like a little kid, with your back on the table and your legs in the air, waiting patiently for your husband to wipe the warm piss from your sensitive skin and thoroughly powder your most tender parts. You made the mistake of voicing these concerns and David had got cross with you, reminding you that you had earned your punishment, that he was looking out for your best interests, stopping you from getting a rash or an infection. He reminded you that most women your age would be glad not to be walking around in public with a diaper sagging with the weight of their own pee-pee. You reluctantly climbed atop the picnic table, hands covering your face, knowing you had earned yourself a punishment once more.

"It seems you have your work cut out with this one!" says Larry's wife condescendingly. "Larry showed me the email she sent him, it said you knew she was writing it. And now Larry tells me you want to apologise in person?"

This last comment is directed at you, and you are quick to respond. "Yes ma'am! I'm very sorry that I wasted your time. I appreciate you securing the cottage for us and take full responsibility for inconveniencing. It was a silly accident and I-"

"I don't give a fuck about your front door!" Larry's wife interjects. "I want to know why you're coming on to my husband!"

You realise your mouth is still open and you struggle for words. "I - I wasn't coming on to him!"

"Oh please!" she responds. "Parading around in your wet swimsuit, goading your husband into spanking you in front of him, talking about your... relations, and now e-mailing him accounts of sexual activity? I wasn't born yesterday, young lady! And now, this!" With this last comment she points straight at your exposed diaper, and you sit dumbstruck until David speaks up.

"If I may... Julie has boundaries that are different to most people's. She genuinely needs punishment such as spankings and time-outs, and will act out more and more without them. She still receives spankings from her parents, and her sister too. She is also very... generous, sexually, and enjoys displaying her body to friends, family and strangers alike. Whilst she enjoyed flaunting herself to your husband, this should not be considered an explicit invitation to take things further."

You are unable to see David's face from your vantage point in his knee, and so stare at your bare feet whilst awaiting your neighbours' response.

"You're telling me there is not a sexual element to these spankings? Specifically, the spanking you emailed my husband about? Julie, have you been thinking about my husband in a sexual manner?"

You take a second to consider before replying. "It's... complicated. There is definitely something about spanking that is a release for me, both emotionally and physically. The spanking was definitely a punishment, and a well-deserved one, but I would be lying if I said my pussy didn't let me down by getting wet whilst I was being seen to by David, but I wasn't thinking about Larry during my spanking!"

"You were thinking about the note you would send him whilst you were playing with yourself in the corner though, weren't you?" chimes in David. "I had to take my belt to you for that little transgression! You told me you thought Larry would enjoy seeing that, too!" You can tell your guests are not best pleased by this news, but he continues. "Julie was being honest with you, but the larger truth is she thinks about most people she meets in a sexual manner in some way and often acts accordingly, whether it is simply making sure others view her as a sexually desirable being or orchestrating a situation in which a third party views or participates in a sexually explicit scenario. In the past these third parties have ranged from total strangers to her own sister."

"You mentioned the sister earlier" says Larry. You're not surprised this is the part of the conversation he zeroed in on. "Do you really let her spank you?"

"Yes, Sir, I do" you replying, adding, though you're not sure why, "On my bare bottom, Sir. With her hand, or her belt, or a wooden spoon - whatever she thinks is necessary."

"That's just the start of it!" David chips in. "She'll grind herself to orgasm on her sister's leg! She even offered up all three holes to her!"

"No way!" Larry looks like all his Christmases have come at once. "What did her sister do?"

"She fucked her good and hard with a strap-on dildo!" David replied. You suddenly tense up - you always wondered how much She had told David about that incident. You think about telling Sue, and wonder if she would punish David, or yourself, or both of you, before David continues. "So you have to understand, though she may act like a harlot in front of you - either of you - it is not through any fault of yours, and is not explicitly intended as an invitation, even though she would almost definitely let you enjoy her body at this point."

Larry is clearly excited by the direction the conversation is heading in, though it is his wife that speaks directly to you. "I see. So although you enjoy it, it registers as a punishment as well?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And you think my Larry would enjoy seeing you punished in this manner?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She smiles wanly. "I think so, too. Well, I raised three children and was a school teacher for many years, with many colleagues with stories of the good old days. I joined a sorority when hazing and public physical disciplines were not just allowed, but expected. I know a thing or two about corporal punishment. I see there is a paddle upon your mantle. Is that used for spanking you?"

"Yes ma'am" you answer.

"Of course it is" she answers, smiling. "And that strap-on dildo that was mentioned, do you have that here?"

"Yes ma'am" you nod, a little bit too enthusiastically.

"Then if you are amenable, I shall spank you good and hard over my lap with my hand, right on your bare bottom. You will then stand up and bend over, presenting your bottom to me for a paddling, which I will gladly administer. I will inspect your pussy with my hand, and if I discover you are as aroused as you claim you will be I shall don your strap-on harness, and you shall offer up all three holes to me, to borrow your husband's charming expression. At this point I shall penetrate you anally, right here in front of your husband, so I hope you have some sort of lubrication here as well. When I am ready I will inspect you with my hand again, and if you are still wet you shall offer to pleasure my husband orally to completion. When we are through with you your husband will place you back in your diaper and you shall serve us dinner. We will then carry on with our evening as planned, only you shall remain topless, as you enjoy being ogled so very much. Do you agree to proceed with my plan?"

"Yes ma'am!" you answer quickly.

"Do you agree to this, David?"

"Yes indeed, I'm glad we could work something out!"

"Then we shall proceed. Please remove Julie's top."

David frees you from his embrace and begins pulling your clothes over your head, revealing the high-end brassiere supporting your breasts.

"Somebody dressed for the occasion!" your new playmate teases. "Did you pick this little number out yourself?"

"Yes ma'am!" you respond, a little offended by the implication that your husband decides how to dress you.

"Then it seems a shame to remove it. Leave it on, David, but take off her diaper so she can ask for her punishment properly, like a big girl."

David stands up and you stand in front of this suddenly intimidating woman; tingling with anticipation, ready to try apologising again. "I am sorry for the lewd words and behaviour I directed towards your husband. I did not consider I would be hurting you with my actions. Please punish me as you see fit." You have both hands in front of you, fingers intertwined, shielding your pussy from view as best you can. You are all to aware that you are already beginning to get wet with excitement.

"That is a very gracious apology, Julie. I am glad we had this frank discussion and will indeed punish you. Please bend over my lap, presenting your bottom to me as best as you are able, so I can administer a hand-spanking."

You do as she says, laying over her, eyes shut. You wonder how hard she'll spank you, and for how long. You are surprised how quiet Larry is being; it seems that for all his bluster his wife is the one that takes charge in the bedroom. A few beats go by before you decide to speak up: "Please spank me, ma'am!"

"I shall!" your tormentor responds, running her hands across your smooth, pert buttocks, which you know must still be showing signs of your earlier spanking. "Whilst I do, you shall reflect on the conversation that took place this evening and how you wish to conduct yourself in the future." Finally, she ends your anticipation with a firm slap delivered to the base of your right butt cheek. A few seconds pass before you feel a second spank delivered to your left cheek, just as firm, just as humiliating. She continues alternating between the left and right cheek for some time, getting faster and faster until suddenly - slap! - she delivers a blow across both tender cheeks that you feel in your bottom hole as well. She focuses her attention on either buttock once more before attacking the middle of your warm red rump again, and continue in this pattern - left, right, middle, left, right, middle - maintaining her firm strike but steadily increasing her tempo. Despite her instruction to you before you can't think of anything other than the pain growing in your rear end, the spectacle you are making of yourself in front of the others, and the confusing mixture of feelings as you experience fear, desire, humiliation and pride all at once. You feel the stares from the men in the room whom you know must enjoying show. You wonder if you might embarrass yourself further by climaxing whilst lying across this other woman's lap. When she abruptly stops you are not sure whether you are feeling more relief or disappointment. You definitely feel a familiar tingle in your puss and have no doubt you are wet with excitement. The room is silent and there is a moment that seems electrified by possibility, as if literally anything could happen next.

Tentatively, you speak up. "Thank you for spanking me, ma'am!"

"Not at all!" she responds. "I hope it gave you an opportunity to reflect. Now, if you stay there whilst I check you..." You feel two fingers brush against your most intimate area, causing your whole body to shudder. "Oh my, you're very damp indeed. Stand up and bend over, placing your hands against the wall for support. David, bring me the paddle from the mantle."

You rise with as much dignity as you can muster, and she follows suit. You take in her admiring smile, Larry's appreciative grin and a supportive wink from David before turning to face the wall as instructed.

As you assume the correct position, bending over to display your glowing backside to your audience, you hear an appreciative whistle, presumably from Larry. You hear his wife thanking David, presumably for passing her the paddle, and then the room fills with expectant silence.

"Please paddle me, ma'am!" You do your best to keep your voice steady, as if asking the older lady to further punish your aching bottom was the most natural thing in the world.

"Certainly I shall!" she responds. "Spread your legs a little." You feel her foot push against the instep of your left leg and you adjust your stance according to her likeness. "Good!" she says, before administering a blow that connects with your lower backside. You feel an instant warmth radiate across the base of both buttocks and your precious bottom hole for a few seconds before you feel the paddle strike again. As she settles into a steady rhythm, punishing you firmly and precisely, you find yourself pondering this capable lady and imagining want it would have been like to be raised by her, taught by her, loved by her. You realise that soon you'll be fucked by her, and in the ass no less! And with onlookers! Suddenly the paddling stops, and you feel her delicate hands massaging your backside, feeling the heat and relieving you from some of the pain.

"I will now administer a hard paddling, what was once referred to as six of the best. This means I will be delivering six final spanks to your long-suffering botty, and you shall count out each one, thanking me for it. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am!" you reply earnestly, though your heart sinks a little. You hate counting out strokes, and are sure this lady will be merciless with these final six. This suddenly feels much more like a performance piece.

"Then we shall begin." Suddenly -CRACK!- your bottom feels like it's on fire. You inhale quickly and shift your weight from one foot to the other.

"One! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Good. Again."

CRACK!

"Two! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Good. Keep those legs apart."

CRACK!

"Three! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Good. Halfway there."

CRACK!

"Four! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Good. Remember your breathing."

CRACK!

"Five! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Good. Nearly done!"

CRACK!

"Six! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Good. Stay there."

As you regain your composure and slow down your breathing you hear Larry pipe up. "Well done, girl, you did yourself proud there!" You are unsure who he is addressing, though his next comment is clearly for the room. "That bottom looks like it's been through the wars! Do we know if that crack was there before?"

"It'll be sore for a couple of days, no doubt!" weighs in David.

"Does she use it much?" Larry asks jokingly, and you feel further embarrassment having your bottom discussed separately from you, like it was a separate entity and you weren't in the room. You hear Larry moving in closer, to inspect his wife's handiwork. You wonder how his hard cock will taste in your mouth.

"Simmer down boys" his wife scolds, fondling your searing buttocks with both hands. You feel her fingers glide across your eager pussy once more before retreating, no doubt glistening with moisture.

"Well," she announces, "it seems you were telling the truth. I have punished you severely and without compassion, and you still seem aroused. I accept you were not making advances toward my husband."

"Thank you ma'am," you reply. Then, "I offer myself to you, ma'am. Every inch of me. I am yours to do with as you please."

"Thank you Julie. David, if I have your blessing, I would like me to bring me your strap-on dildo so I can penetrate Julie anally."

"I'll be right back" David announces cheerfully, and without hesitation.

"Julie, please step away from the wall and lower yourself to all-fours. When your husband returns I will don the strap-on with which I will be fucking your asshole. I suggest you lubricate yourself whilst I do so."

Nervously you make your way to the centre of the room and get down on your hands and knees. You can see Larry's face now, and he is beaming at you unabashedly. You have no doubt he is as horny as you are in that moment.

David pops in your line of sight and hands you a tub of Vaseline. He smiles and shakes his head in mock disapproval, like a father who has caught his daughter reading a story after lights out. You can read his expression: What am I going to do with you?

You take the Vaseline and begin greasing up your rear entry liberally, pushing two slippery up fingers deep inside yourself. It is uncomfortable, but not altogether unpleasant, and you know from experience you will soon be glad you did. It is not long before you feel a hand pressing firmly on either hip and you quickly withdraw your own hand from between your legs and plant it on the floor. You feel a hand let go of your side and feel the round tip of the sex toy press against your lubricated sphincter.

You breath in deeply as the rubber cock makes its way along your back passage. It holds steady for a second before withdrawing, not quite all the way out, and then makes it's return deep inside you. This carries on a few times as a steady rhythm builds, Larry staring at you the whole time. You subconsciously change your breathing to match the rhythm, and begin thrusting back and forth in order to increase the pleasure you are getting, determined to put on a good show for your neighbours.

"May I please play with myself, ma'am?" you ask.

"Of course you may!" comes the reply, emphasised with a solid slap administered to your left buttock. You take your dominant hand off the floor and apply your still-greasy digits to your most feminine opening, and you deftly begin to manipulate yourself. It is not long until you are giddy with pleasure, and you climax noisily in front of your husband and your guests.

"Well, you're clearly enjoying yourself. You may offer your mouth up to my husband

You look Larry dead in the eye and ask him, "Would you like me to suck you off, sir?"

"Absolutely I would!" he responds, unzipping his fly and lowering his underwear to reveal his hard cock and tight, hairy balls.

You adjust your posture and reach up hungrily with your mouth, using your hand to guide Larry's helmet into you eagerly. You have been critiqued on your oral skills before, and are determined to do a good job. Your lips form a tight seal around his shaft, and your tongue explores his throbbing member enthusiastically. You keep one hand on the base of his engorged cock and use the other to cradle his balls, enjoying the way they feel and how they respond to your touch. It's not long before you feel his cock spasm violently, your mouth filling with hot jizz. The whole time you've been pleasuring Larry his wife has been methodically working your back passage.

As his dick loses its hardness you release it from your mouth before making a show of swallowing deeply and licking your lips. As Larry tidies himself away you place one hand back on the floor, the other moves instinctively to your pleasure zone. It doesn't take long before you cum again, this time with the taste of Larry's spunk in your mouth and his wife's hand on the small of your back. As you reach your crescendo you feel the dildo being removed from your sore bottom and you groan with ecstasy and relief.

Larry helps his wife up from the floor behind you and she asks David "May Larry and I use your bathroom? We must freshen up before dinner."

"Of course," he responds. "Leave the strap-on in there, Julie will clean it later."

"Thank you. You'd better get this one back in a diaper." She gestures to you as she says this and you see she has been wearing the harness over her regular clothes. You become acutely aware of your nakedness, and remember you'll be wearing no more than your bra and diaper for the rest of your guests' visit. You briefly wonder if Larry will be disappointed not to have seen your naked tits on this occasion, though you doubt he'll be making any complaints about this evening.

David helps you to your feet. "Yes, you'd better get your changing things so I can get you cleaned up" he says, giving your sore bottom a push in the direction of the door. "Oh, and Julie?" He adds this as you reach the door and pauses, waiting for you to turn around and take in his smug grin.

"We'll be talking about this later."

Not too bad for a first effort, right? When I tried to post it in Julie's comment section I couldn't tell if it had gone through or not; there was no error but Blogger wasn't taking me to the top of the page like it had before with a couple of shorter comments. I thought I'd offended her, worried mainly about the frank conversation about her exhibitionism. Luckily I saved it and asked about it and here we are! It's considered bad form for a magician to reveal how all his tricks work, but I thought I'd share a few of my favourite elements, because they're the ones that I'm likely to write about in future.

It's interesting to me that many of my favourite bits ended up on Julie's cutting room floor. It's also interesting that she chose to end the story before her fictional counterpart could have a second orgasm, meaning she'd received no reward for sucking Larry's dick, the dozy mare. The most interesting thing is that she posted the paragraph where she is first penetrated anally twice; I think we all know what Freud would say about this little error!

Elements that appeal to me include;

• Diaper play: Is there a punishment more humiliating? My main reason for writing this was to join in with Julie's fans that are keen to hear that she's finally donned a diaper. I have my own theory as to how this will happen, but am worried that by sharing my thoughts I will affect Julie's behaviour, sort of like Schrödinger's pussy. I think the safest thing to do would be to include them at the end of this message but hidden like a spoiler, so Ms Julie can decide whether or not she wants to hear my best guess.
• A strong woman taking charge: I have a thing for strict ladies!
• A dom casually revealing humiliating details about their sub: I have a long-held fantasy about dropping a sub off with a babysitter or at an adult day care, explaining that though she's in a fresh diaper now she had a bit of a runny bottom earlier that morning. It's such a wonderfully belittling euphemism, there's no way an adult would use it to describe their own bathroom habits,
• Dumb jokes: I thought Larry's jokes about poor Julie's bottom were funny, even if no-one else in the story did.
• That one time Julie's sister fucked her: Not the first time I've written about it, probably won't be the last
• Use of an apron: I find a woman in an apron and her underwear, or a diaper, or al fresco, to be very sexy indeed. I think I wrote this shortly after seeing an FLDiaperGirls clip where Becky LeSabre wears an apron over a diaper and a deep blue top. It's a very cute look, and especially satisfying because Ms LeSabre did a lot of humiliating POV videos, and
• Turnabout is fair play: I love when a fierce domme is given a taste of her own medicine. Julie's fictional punishments are often something she's done to her husband in real life.
• The punishment fits the crime: Diapering as a punishment for not peeing without reminding, an ass-fucking for wanton behaviour; these are humiliations Julie has brought upon herself.
• Ritualistic elements: Asking for the spankings, counting the paddle blows, having the whole plan laid out beforehand, asking permission to play with herself - all good stuff!

The main elements I wanted to include in my follow up effort for Julie's benefit included:

• Dominant male figure
• Wetness checks
• Taboo Daddy/daughter relationship
• Exhibitionism
• Reminders of her real-life exploits
• Domestic Discipline/A "deserved" spanking
• Time out

Julie seemed to have enjoyed it, giving me some lovely feedback in my comments and via e-mail. She's a good girl really. The one thing she seems to be wanting is also something some of you have expressed an interest in: a little bit of bratting or defiance. I'm definitely going to try and include some of that in the future. though I make no guarantees!

As for my prediction on Julie's diapering, highlight the following:

It'll happen. She's brought it up on several occasions; it's in her book and was part of her short-lived domestic discipline contract. She's diapered David on several occasions and I can't believe he hasn't repaid the favour.  My best guess is that it will be like her very first spanking; it'll happen under her terms and she'll tell David exactly what she wants, bossing him about. I think it'll start with her making sure she's evacuated her bowels and then diapering up before a trip with David, eg to their cottage. I imagine he'll remind her to use the bathroom, and she'll frostily inform him that she's sick of him bringing it up like she's a child and worrying about him pulling over to a rest stop at a convenient time, so she's decided to wear a diaper instead of dealing with his bullshit. I imagine she'll wet herself on the journey to the cabin and telling David that it happened and that she expects him to take care of it once they've reached their destination. I imagine David bringing in their luggage and maybe going to unpack the luggage or turn on the heating or whatever  before Julie admonishes him and demand to be placed in a clean diaper right away, giving him a heavy spanking for his negligence. I also picture at some point she'll sit on his face in her diaper, probably after wetting it, and get herself off with her Hitachi. Just my two cents1

Very plausible, right? I guess time will tell! Until then, peace!

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