MY LITTLE PONY RIDER

I've told you guys before about how I was encouraged to start this blog by Julie of Strict Julie Spanks fame, after I e-mailed her a couple of comments I had about a post she had written that were too long for the comments section to handle.

I'm sure anyone reading this will be familiar with Julie's blog, but I'll give you a quick run-down in case you're unfamiliar. It is very well written and worth your time. Julie started her blog nearly ten years earlier when she first started spanking her husband. There was a lot of talk in the early days about what a big bad domme she was and how she wore the trousers in her marriage, and it was exciting to see her enthusiastically experiment with different ways of humiliating her husband, both in public and in private. However, it wasn't long before she started posting about being on the receiving end of a good solid spanking, and she has written about being disciplined by her husband, her sister, her parents, and her friends. She's even paid professionals to treat her like a sloppy little sub slut, as you can see in the photo here:

I imagine Julie was very strict telling her Mistress exactly how to punish her lovely little bottom!

You might be wondering how I got my hands on this photo but don't worry, I haven't posted an image given to me in confidence or hacked her account or anything, her blog is peppered with images of her being punished in various stages of undress, there's even video of her kicking and moaning whilst taking a spanking across her husband's lap and photographs of her naked with her fingers vigorously stimulating her pussy.

She likes to make out that she's a fierce domme that has transitioned to switch but don't let her fool you; she asked her husband for her first spanking less than two months into her exploration of the kink lifestyle, for "research purposes" *coughYEAH, RIGHTcough!* She also came out as a sub to her parents and convinced them to spank her bare bottom and the inside of her naked thighs. Nowadays when she updates her blog it's more likely that she will be talking about a punishment she has received or has scheduled in the future or, perhaps a little more embarrassingly, a fantasy she has about being subjected to a particular punishment or a scenario which she'd like to be made to suffer. She's a thirsty little bitch and I love her for it and I guarantee her knickers will be fizzing as she reads this.

A very coarse, wide pony that this lady does not seem to enjoy riding!

A couple of weeks ago Julie discovered a torture device used to keep women in check during the middle ages known as the wooden pony. It inspired a lot of naughty thoughts and she shared then on this blog entry, as well as a lot of photos of modern day women submitting to its simple cruelty. It was very sexy and a little alarming to hear her fantasise about how these women found themselves upon the evil wooden perch as well as how she would find the experience herself. I just hope no-one tells her about the Judas Cradle!

There was a lot of talk in the comment section about how her readers would use the device and how much they enjoyed seeing Julie embrace such a kinky punishment. Julie answered as she usually does, enthusiastically and encouragingly. My favourite comment she made, even better than her appreciation of my vulgar suggestions, was this quintessential Julie comment in which she tells a reader how to use her blog post as a masturbatory aid:

When they make Strict Julie merch this should go on a t-shirt!

Bless!

Anyway, I had a couple of comments that were too long so I asked if she wanted me to e-mail them to her, and she did, so I did, and we've been trading smut back and forth for a couple of weeks now, and it's been great! I hope this clarifies the relationship I have with Ms Julie that I mentioned in my first post, and explains why she's commented on a few of my articles (and why I've had to pull her up on her behaviour a couple of times!),.

I'm going to share those comments with you now. For what it's worth, Julie said they were sexy, but seemed quite annoying (!) and that she likes to be told directly how she is to be punished. I hadn't really thought of these as punishments so much as kinky little games it would be hot to play with a sub. Still, I took her feedback on board and when I think she deserves a little punishment I try to be very specific as to exactly how she should be disciplined!

The rest of this entry is a copy of the comments I sent to Ms Julie and are directed to her, though feel free to place yourself in her shoes if you wish!

Sexy, yes, but a health and safety nightmare!

I have just thought of a rather devious punishment game we would play with your wooden pony, and I had a feeling you would be eager to hear it. It would certainly be less boring than your usual time-outs!

It would begin with you confessing something you had done that you felt you deserved to be punished on the pony for. I would ask some probing questions about you transgression, such as how it made you feel, whether you felt guilty now and whether or not you thought you would get away with your naughtiness.

You would straddle the pony facing a wall with a mechanical clock, and we would note the precise minute your punishment began. I would then write down, in minutes, how long you deserved to ride the pony for. I would seal this number in an envelope and stick the envelope to the wall under the clock. You would be free to dismount the pony whenever you liked.

As you climbed off the pony we would note the time and calculate how long you had lasted. You would open the envelope and see if you had punished yourself more of less severely than I thought you deserved.

If your number was equal to mine or larger your throbbing pussy would be yours to do with as you saw fit. You could apply some after-care, try and stimulate it with your fingers or a vibrator, or even request a good hard fucking!

However, if your number was less than mine you would need further punishment to rectify your mistake. I would lock away your cunt in a metal chastity belt, similar to the one that this young beauty is struggling with:

You will find the cold metal does little to alleviate your discomfort, which is a shame because you will stay locked in this device for two long hours for every minute you missed out on. This is to incentivise you to atone properly, knowing if you are too easy on yourself you could remain locked up whilst in bed that night, or even out and about over the next day or two.

Whilst the belt shields your pussy from the outside world it offers no protection to your buttocks, which is unfortunate for you as I would instruct you to bend over and present your rear end to me, with your hands atop the pony for support. I will spank you one time for every minute you were under by. I think an old-school flogger would fit the medieval theme nicely - maybe one similar to this lovely young lady's:

I would love to read the thoughts racing through your head as you sat astride your pony, knowing you could end your discomfort at any moment whilst being painfully aware that one minute could be the difference between orgasmic ecstasy and a burning backside. Would you make a fool of yourself and bring yourself unnecessary pain by punishing yourself all afternoon for a minor sin I would have let you off for after ten minutes? Or would you find the discomfort too much and clamber down an hour earlier than I thought you could handle, earning yourself five days in chastity and sixty punishing strokes from my flogger?

After we had played this game a few times I would sit you with your back to the clock, meaning you wouldn't be able to know exactly how many minutes had elapsed until you stepped down from your now familiar perch. You would now be guessing how much punishment I thought you deserved and also evaluating your own perception of time. Are the pain and humiliation causing you to feel time passing more or less quickly? Will you feel pride when you climb off and see how long you remained or will your heart sink as what you were sure was two hours turns out to be only forty minutes?

For my part I promise to always write down what feels like a fair amount of time. This means that you will need to evaluate my psychology well in order to minimise your pain. Will I go easy on my favourite sub, or am I hoping I'll get to see your bottom redden below your steel waistband? Would I think it fair to administer the same punishment if you acted out in the same way twice, or would I increase your sentence in order to drive home the lesson? Have you done something to displease me over the past few days that would influence my decision now, or have you put me in such a good mood that I will be inclined to show leniency?

I think this game would be an excellent way to get to know one another!

A great way to remind careless ramblers to close gate behind them when walking in the country!

Another game I thought of would pit you against another adventurous young sub - maybe you could ask Sue to find a playmate for you. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sue is Julie's doting big sister, a lesbian and occasional scene partner! Julie has written about how she once spanked Sue and brought her to orgasm with a Hitachi vibrator, but usually it's Julie taking a punishment from her sister, and her husband being abused by them both!) Each of you would be taken to your own room, where you would be stripped from the waist down. Each of you would climb atop a wooden pony and your phone would be placed out of arms reach, set to stream a live video to either my phone or Sue's. I would help you on to your pony and start the recording. I see you nervously eyeing the puppy pads underneath the pony and can easily read your mind - are we expecting you to pee whilst sat on here?

"Don't worry," I tell you before explaining. "You are in a contest to see who can ride their pony for the longest time. Feel free to step off and stop your phone at any time. If you wish you can decline in this comfy chair, play with your phone or relax however you wish. You must stay in this room, though. Oh, and there will be a prize for the winner."

I give your forehead a quick kiss before leaving with your trousers and panties. Your mind starts racing as your pussy starts getting sore. What could the prize be? How bad do you want to win? How long is your new friend likely to last? You know you certainly don't want Sue thinking you're a wimp. Every so often either Sue or myself will come in and watch you in person for a little while. Sue always takes the opportunity to taunt you, and you know she is rooting for your competitor. I am more supportive on my visits, and you wonder if I'm checking in on your new friend too, and how much encouragement I'm offering her.

After what seems like a good long while the temptation to dismount becomes too great, and you climb off, immediately flooded with relief. You squat briefly before heading to your phone. You want to stop it from filming you before you massage your throbbing nether regions!

The door opens as you're tenderly placing your backside on the comfy chair. I enter alongside Sue, who hands you a large glass of water as she says "Looks like someone decided her pussy was giving her too much trouble!"

"Come on now," I chime in, "I think young Julie did really well!"

There is a pregnant pause before you ask us "Did I win?"

"That would be telling" Sue grins evilly. "Why don't you check your email?"

You open your inbox and find Sue has emailed you and her slave girl the same message - "Winner gets full access to dominate the loser for however long she won by."

You are overcome with anxiety and excitement. You imagine all the things you'd like to do to Sue's friend for your own enjoyment and to show Sue you can top her lover just as capably as she tops your husband. You are also fearful of what humiliating tasks you might have to perform in front of your sister. Is your competitor still accruing more time with which she can punish you, or is she idly surfing Twitter, waiting for you to finish splitting your cunt open?

"Stay here and keep quiet until we call you. We're going to watch Netflix until we're ready to announce a winner." Sue instructs you.

"Behave yourself," I add. "Sue's never seen Love & Anarchy, so we'll probably watch the first few episodes. Text me if you need anything."

We leave and you start browsing the web, nervously looking at the time every few minutes. Ten minutes pass, then thirty, then an hour. You're sure your competition has dismounted by now.

You soon feel a fullness in your bladder and you regret drinking that glass of water. You decide to text me. "I need to go to the bathroom."

You are soon joined by Sue and myself, She carrying a diaper and a bottle of baby powder. We help you to your feet and I place a large pacifier in your mouth. "To stop you fussing whilst we change you. I expect you to keep it in until we say otherwise." The pacifier is on a ribbon that I clip to your top.

We escort you to the ground and diaper you up, teasing you gently, Sue applying a large amount of powder to you. We sit you in the chair again and you expect us to leave before Sue asks "Is the baby going to wet her diapers for Mummy or is she just wasting our time?"

You blush deeply before screwing your face up in concentration. You soon let forth a gush of hot piss, and you feel a warm dampness spread from your most intimate area. The feeling is not altogether unpleasant, and you feel relieved, though your face burns brightly with embarrassment.

"That's a good girl!" Sue says, feeling the front of your diaper. "I'm sure we'll call you any minute now!"

As we exit you think about your competitor. Maybe she pissed herself whilst on the horse, early on. Surely that would be much more embarrassing? You shiver slightly as you try to imagine standing on a wet incontinence pad, feeling your piss gradually cooling between your toes.

It's a little longer than half an hour before Sue calls you both, and you finally leave the room. You're glad to see your new playmate is also in a saggy diaper, sucking her own adult-sized pacifier. You decide if you win you will start by having her change you out of your diaper whilst keeping hers on. You'll instruct her to wipe you down well as you plan on sitting on her face and having her lick your pussy and asshole. You smile at her and exchange a friendly wave as you wonder how she hopes to abuse you. You allow her to walk in front of you so you can take in her wet, diaper-clad backside as you waddle over to find out your fate!

Constructive criticism only, thank you very much!

Thank you very much for reading this, I am anticipating a few comments on this entry as my blog gradually gets noticed by some of you kinksters! I would love to post a few more Julie-centric posts in the future - she is my mentor and my muse, and a filthy little terror to boot! As I've told her, the way my mind works is that kink input will usually result in kink output, and if there's something you want me to address then all you have to do is ask!

Peace!

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