JULIE'S CHRISTMAS EVE HUMILIATION

 First things first; I'm still in the shithole care home, there is a bed waiting for me in the good one, but the respiratory teams from the two different areas need to sign off on a plan of action to get me there. Should be early new year. I cannot wait!

I've had one episode of hamster heart since I last wrote. It was early morning, and happened a little before shifts changed for the staff here, which complicated things. It took a while to get a nurse to my room, and then she refused to call an ambulance, even though my pulse was at 235bpm! She told me an ambulance wouldn't come for me because they didn't come for her friend Dustin when he had a heart attack. What the fuck? My care is in the hands of a nurse who doesn't believe in ambulances!

I called an ambulance myself, and they asked if I had access to aspirin. I rang my call bell and asked a care and she told me she wasn't able to give out drugs. I told her that I understood that, but to ask the nurse if the house had access to aspirin. The carer went, came back, and told me I wasn't prescribed any. I told her that wasn't what I needed to know, and repeated the operator's question. She went off again, and came back asking to speak to the operator directly. She then said the nurse had given her a phone number that emergency services could call if there were any more questions. She then left me alone, taking my phone with me, and cancelled the fucking ambulance, unbeknownst to me!

Luckily it resolved itself quarter of an hour later, and the day staff nurse gave me my phone back, but seriously, what the fuck?! I was hoping I did have to go to hospital, and to need drugs to stabilise my heart (which has happened before) or even defibrillator (I haven't needed that before, but I came on so close, I signed off the paperwork and the anaesthesist came to measure my throat for a tube; another ten minutes and I'd have been on the table!). Fuck, I'd have happily died in the back of a hypothetical second ambulance if it meant the house would get investigated for negligence, and that fucking nurse had to explain why she turned the ambulance away from a tachycardic patient in her care.

This is the main thing I don't get with gun control, and allowing people to carry a gun around 24/7. I could never do it, because within a month I'd shoot myself in an act of passive aggression. Merry Christmas!

Anyways, between my crazy heart problems, fighting off a new round of cellulitis and my breathing issues, plus depression from finding my sentence at this place had been extended, I've been pretty shattered for the last couple of weeks. I will finish off the whole Stinky Lips thing at some point, I promise!

Anyhow, today's Christmas. I'll be spending it alone, but there's a family Zoom at some point, so that'll be nice. My parents have given me my presents; three scratch offs and these magnetic rings, which are kind of a "fidget toy," I guess? The magnets aren't particularly strong, or fun. Better luck next year, I guess!

Not great!

The other gift I've received is a box full of three random smellies and a flannel from the home. Given that I'm bedbound and need to be strip washed it's not a very sensitive or practical gift. A bottle of bubble bath is pretty much useless to me!

I've mentioned before on here that gift giving is very much a part of my love language. I don't always know how best to express how much I care for the people I love. My brother complained to my parents a couple of years ago that I was going overboard getting presents for him and his girlfriend; my theory there is I was making him look bad! I definitely give more to the few people I do give presents to than I get in return. I don't care; I love finding the perfect thing to let someone know that I see them and value them. I've bought Snowball a couple of presents she seems genuinely happy with, there is more en route, I can safely predict she will be thrilled!

I asked my friend Julie from the Strict Julie blog for an address to send her a present, but she asked me to write a story about her and publish it here instead. I don't know why I'm bothering, with any luck her face is buried deep in her friend Paula's asshole right now, and will remain their until this Epiphany! Still, I thought I'd knock something out for her, and for you reading this! Merry Christmas!

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It was Christmas Eve, and Julie was at her parent's house where she was visiting with her husband. They'd enjoyed a lovely dinner along with her sisters Sue and Nancy, Sue's girlfriend Amanda, and Nancy's husband and her sons. It was now late in the evening, and it was decided that as everyone had been indulging in some festive drinks the smart thing would be for everyone to stay over for the night.

It was now late in the evening, and Nancy and her husband had gone to bed. Her three sons were enjoying staying up with the proper adults; they had been allowed to drink beer and were having fun playing cards and listening to the stories the grown ups were telling, some of which were a little ribald and may not have been told had everyone had clearer heads!

They were still in the dining room, Amanda had just finished telling a funny story from the pharmacy she worked at about a customer who had asked for a microchip free vaccine, and Julie's dad was shuffling the deck of cards, when suddenly a commotion from the living room made everyone go and investigage!

The family bundled into the living room, and were amazed to find none other than Santa Claus stood by the fireplace, brushing soot off his suit! "Merry Christmas!" he greeted them. "Apologies for intruding, but I have something of a conundrum! This almost never, ever happens, but Julie, you are exactly as naughty as you are nice! You've done a lot to make people happy over the past year, but there have been several occasions where you've been very naughty! I'm here to offer you the chance to make up for some of your naughtiness, and then you can have a jolly old Christmas with the rest of your family!"

David let out a laugh. "I told you I've been letting you get off easy!" he said. "I'm interested in hearing this."

 "Well," said Santa, " You've done a good job managing your team remotely, and you've entertained tens of thousands of people all over the world with your blog. On the other hand, you spent a lot of time when you should have been working browsing pornography, masturbating, and working on your book, which you intend to sell for personal gain despite writing some of it on company time. Then there's the issue of spreading misinformation with your blog and getting into pointless, heated arguments with strangers."

 "It's not misinformation!" Julie objected.

"Oh, really?" asked Santa. "You believe you know better than the wide majority of experts when it comes to climate change, Israel and Palestine, proper voting procedure, and infection control?"

 "Um, well, I think it's important to keep an open mind-" Julie began.

 "Not so open your brain falls on the floor!" Santa cut her off. This got a big laugh from Sue and Amanda. "Then there are more specific naughty acts; causing a car accident, leaving the door to the family vacation home open and using it as a chance to rope your neighbour into your deviant sexual lifestyle, arranging to meet a married man at a hotel room for a sexual encounter behind his wife's back..."

"Julie!" snapped her mother, appalled at what she was hearing. "We raised you better than that!"

Julie was at a loss for words. At the time she had rationalisations for all these behaviours, but sat here, in front of her family, it certainly seemed naughty rather than nice. "I'm sorry, Mommy," she apologised.

"That's a good girl, apologising to her mommy," said Santa. "Very nice... Very nice indeed! Maybe you'd like to give her the first present?" He handed her what was clearly a small wooden paddle, perfectly wrapped revealing the shape of the gift underneath, and adorned with a fancy bow.

Julie gulped and handed her mother the paddle. She had a feeling she knew what was coming next. As her mother unwrapped the paddle and inspected the small holes bored into it Santa explained.

"Your parents, and especially your mommy, have been worried by some of the erratic behaviour you've displayed in the past. You've shown poor judgement and, though you've made an effort to be more conscientious in recent years, asking your husband to fulfil the role of disciplinarian, your mother sometimes fears she made some mistakes in raising you. Furthermore, you haven't provided her with any grandchildren, and she feels she's missing something there. I have decided that as a gift to her you shall visit your parents on the first Sunday of each month. You shall admit to all the naughty things you've done that month, and you shall strip naked so our parents can give you an appropriate spanking and cornertime. Afterwards, your mother will give you a bath and help you into your pyjamas, and put you down for a nap. If you like you can masturbate at this point. With a vibrator, though - only naughty girls pleasure themselves with stuffed animals!"

Julie blushed deeply, a bunch of emotions swirling around in her head. She was definitely embarrassed, but part of her was already looking forward to being punished and taken care of. She did some mental math and realised that her first punishment session was just eight days away. The thought excited her more than she'd care to admit and she felt a familiar tingle in her pussy.

 "As it's Christmas Eve, and you have done several naughty things I'm sure your mother will want to know more about,  I think it's appropriate you both get a taste of your present now. Julie, ask your mother to discipline you!"

Julie gulped and looked around the room. "Um, could you give me a spanking, please, Mom?"

Julie's mom frowned . "Not like that, no! You know a proper punishment spanking needs to be delivered to a naked, repentant young lady!"

Julie blushed and started taking off her clothes. Amanda asked Sue "Is this okay in front of the boys?" referring to Julie's three nephews, who had gone from blushing and sharing awkward glances to staring in rapt attention.

"Our family has always been very liberated when it comes to nudity," Sue explained. "Julie certainly doesn't mind showing off her body, or catching a look at anyone else's. The boys are old enough to make up their own minds."

Julie, now naked, asked "Will you spank me now, please, Mommy?"

"Okay, darling!" she replied. "Over my knee!"

Julie straddled herself across her mother's lap, bottom pointing in the air. She realised that the room was full of heterosexual men and homosexual women, and they would all be forming an opinion on how attractive she was, whether intentionally or not. She has also positioned herself to be gazing at her smirking husband, whilst behind her she was sure her father would get a perfect view of her cunt from behind.

Her mother started cold with the paddle, catching Julie unawares and making her jump. Her mother carried on, switching from cheek to cheek, whilst Santa gave instructions. As the heat in her bottom grew and the pain intensified, she heard humiliating commands such as:

"You're mainly striking the buttock closest to you, try angling the paddle to get an even redness."

"Try and focus mainly on the fleshiest lower buttock with the paddle."

 "If she reaches her hand back like that again you could pin it behind her back with your free hand."

After what seemed like several excruciating minutes, during which the humiliation probably edged out the pain, her mother dropped the paddle and started using her hand, mainly spanking her daughter, but also running her tender flesh from time to time. Julie, who was definitely feeling more than a little aroused at this point, found herself arching her back and thrusting out her bottom appreciatively when she felt her mother's soft fingers massaging her cheeks, which would only encourage her mother to spank her a little more.

"Take note, boys!" Julie's father said to his grandsons, who were watching the whole thing intently. "Sometimes women leave you no other option than to take a firm hand."

Santa once again offered some advice, such as:

 "Don't be afraid to smack her upper and inner thighs; she can take it!"

 "Why not change up your rhythm from time to time, keep the naughty little miss guessing!"

 "If you use one hand to spread her cheeks open you can spank the inner flesh of her bottom; that'll definitely make an impression."

After a couple of minutes Julie was crying and begging her mother to stop; "No, Mommy, please, I'll be nice, I'll be nice!" After a couple of minutes of this Julie's mother relented, helped her daughter to her feet, and gave her a hug.

 "You silly thing, you took that very well. I hope that inspires you to be a bit more considerate in the future," said her Mom.

"Can I put my clothes on now?" asked Julie.

"Not until you're done being my helper! Ho ho ho!" Santa laughed. "Next I have these three presents for your nephews."

Julie took three identical black boxes, the kind you might put a fancy necklace in, all tied with a red ribbon, and gave them to her nephews indiscriminately, wondering what could be inside. They were certainly very light, and made no sound as she carried them.

When they opened them she realised, to her horror, that each boy had been given a pair of her dirty panties! Not just regular panties, either, but some of her favourite lingerie!

Santa explaines. "A lot of your naughtiness stems from the fact that you self-identify as a hot, sexy, woman who can pull any guy, and in many ways you're acting out subconsciously trying to get your father to acknowledge you in this way as well. Tonight you have a chance to show your father exactly how few boundaries you have, by jerking off each of your nephews in front of him!"

"Whoa, is that a good idea?" asked Julie's mother. "They're only young men."

"How about this?" Santa asked. "Each lad can sit on Julie's lap, under a blanket, if he chooses. Julie will reach down his pants and, if he's hard, she'll jack him off to completion? It'll be the boys' choice, and their modesty will be protected."

"Okay," Julie's mom acquiesced. "Well, let's do this, then, boys."

Julie sat in a chair in the middle of the room, still naked, and the oldest boy came and sat on her lap, holding a throw from the couch over himself. Julie reached down his pants and found his warm, hard young flesh straining to be released. She unsheathed his bulging erection, and started caressing it rhythmically. She felt the boy squirm in her lap and she hugged him with her free hand, drawing him closer to her naked flesh.

It wasn't long before she felt his cock shudder in her grip, and she moved her hand to catch his deposit. As she did so she gave him a kiss on the cheek, and jerked his shrinking cock a few more times with her now sticky hand, before releasing him and wiping what was left from his surprisingly large load on her thigh. As he climbed off her and took his seat the family gave him a round of applause, causing him to grin bashfully. Julie then invited the middle brother on to her lap for the same treatment.

The second nephew performed much like his brother, only at the end he turned around and gave Julie a hug, pressing himself against her naked bosom and kissing her firmly on the cheek. Julie thought David looked a little jealous at that, as if the boy was taking liberties.

The youngest nephew hadn't sat on Julie's naked lap for  very long before cumming enthusiastically in her grasp. She held on to the boy and spent a little while pretending to wank off his now-flaccid dick, in order to save face in front of his family. He smiled nervously at her as he climbed off her and sat back in his seat, blushing fiercely! He took the blanket with him and left it bundled in his lap, leaving his aunt exposed in front of everyone again.

"Excellent!" said Santa. "Isn't this nice, with everybody getting along? Now, I have some good news, some bad news, and some presents for you, Julie, whilst you take a little break and compose yourself."

Julie was sure this was going to embarrass her once again, but she seemingly had no choice between doing as she was told and getting judged as fully naughty and ruining Christmas for everyone.

Santa continued. "It seems that the company you work for are starting an exciting and lucrative new venture. It's a big enough project to have lured your friend Mr Stevens out of retirement, and you won't be surprised to hear he wants you on his team. It'll mean a promotion and a pay rise. However, as a fan of your writing, he's aware that you don't always give your work your full attention, and are likely to look at porn or masturbate rather than doing a full day's work." Julie looked over at her parents, mortified; her dad clearly thought it was funny but her mom seemed less than pleased.

"Luckily, the company has come up with a solution! HR are incentivising proper workplace conduct by offering a $100 monthly bonus to anyone who agrees to remain in chastity during work hours! Furthermore, chronic masturbators and porn addicts will have a special room they can use before work, similar to how breastfeeding women have a safe space to use as they need it. This room will have two Sybians for women such as yourself to stimulate yourself before work. You can use it fully clothed, and each woman will get her own attachment to place on top before use. The company will be providing the standard non-invasive attachment, though you are free to buy another model if you wish. Here you go!"

Santa gave Julie a parcel to unwrap, and she found herself holding a long silicon strip with strange raised bumps.

"Thank you very much, Santa, but I'm not sure how this is supposed to work; I'm unfamiliar with the Sybian" Julie explained.

 "Sure you're not!" Sue coughed into her hand, causing David and Amanda to chortle with laughter. David found the site for the product on his phone while Santa explained.

"The Sybian is a kind of narrow bench you straddle. It's designed to stimulate you through vibration and rotation, both of which you can control. You'll be able to cum multiple times looking at whatever porn you wish before work starts, then lock yourself into a chastity device with a time release lock!"

"Oh, okay!" said Julie. "But a chastity device, really?"

 "Yes!" said Santa. "That's your next present!" He gave Julie what looked like a perfectly wrapped metal thong. She undid the paper and realised that was pretty much what it was.

 "There are a lot of models available, but this one is designed to be discrete and comfortable, and it has holes to allow you to go to the bathroom without removing it. Oh, and Mr Stevens insisted on a model that left your backside as exposed as possible; in case he needed to discipline you during the day."

Julie looked around the room, it seemed that everyone found the idea of her wearing the chastity device and being spanked occasionally very funny, except for her nephews, who looked like they couldn't believe how their night was just getting better and better!

Santa looked in his sack. "Let's see... Ah, yes, a present for your sister!" He gave Julie a present wrapped in pretty pink paper. She had no idea what it could be. She gave it to Sue, who unwrapped it with glee.

When she unwrapped it she burst out laughing. "Is this for who I think it is?" she asked, holding up a yellow pacifier, designed for adults, that was attached to a lockable harness that would fit all the way around a person's head.

"I suspect so!" said Santa. "Julie has wasted a lot of time arguing pointlessly online over the past year, some of which she doesn't even believe. I feel you would be a good arbiter of which opinions are naughty and which are nice, and by instructing her to wear her gag for a certain length of time you may encourage her to keep her naughty opinions to herself. For example, did you know she wrote on the comment section of her blog that women have done a poor job of voting in their own best interests and that she would happily relinquish her right to vote?"

"What the fuck?!" asked Sue. She and Amanda looked horrified. Sue automatically got to her feet, pulled Julie out of her chair, and delivered several hard spanks to her red behind, causing it to explode with white hot pain all over again. "What an ignorant thing to say! I'm going to have to look at this blog, and if I find anything on it I don't like you will be hearing about it! How ignorant!"

 Julie gulped. She knew full well that Sue would find not only several political and social opinions she would object to, but years of details of very intimate encounters! She had even written about the time Sue had taught her a lesson about sharing confidences, and how much trouble she'd be in if she did it again. Julie felt queasy with apprehension; the spanking was very nearly a welcome distraction. Suddenly it stopped, and she found the pacifier being pushed roughly into her mouth.

 "You'll be keeping that in until tomorrow morning," Sue said. "What a load of nonsense!" She slapped Julie's bum one last time before sitting back next to Amanda, visibly annoyed. Amanda gave Julie a glance as she took Sue's hand and stroked her forearm.

 "Well," said Santa to Julie, "you've certainly been a good girl this evening, and taken your punishment for your naughty deeds well, so I think you deserve a couple of presents of your very own. Here you go!" He handed two soft packages to Julie, one big, one small.

Julie tore into the big package, and was surprised to see a pack of pink adult diapers in her size! She blushed deeply, unable to comment on the gift. She opened the other gift, and found some opaque pink plastic pants with white ruffles on the posterior.

Santa spoke once more, but not to Julie. Instead, he addressed her husband. "David, I'm afraid you've been a little naughty yourself this year. Julie is your kept wife, only you haven't been keeping a very firm hand on her, as evidenced this evening. Furthermore, you haven't been great at rewarding her for being nice: You've read on her blog that she has a craving to be diapered by you, and you have ignored this, despite knowing she would pamper you this way if the show was on the other foot." At this comment Sue and David exchanged knowing glances.

 "I - I suppose so," said David. "What do you want me to do to make up for it?"

 "Well, seeing Julie's bladder got her in trouble at the cottage, and that you don't like stopping for her to per when you're driving, you will have to diaper Julie for any road trip likely to take an hour or longer. She is also to be diapered whenever you are on vacation or visiting the family cottage. This rule is in place until next Christmas. Understood?"

 "Yes sir," David sulked. "But what about when she poops in them?" Part of Julie was delighted with this new development, but part of her was ready to die from embarrassment. Her family were paying close attention.

 "Well, you'll have to change her. Or find someone else to help you. Maybe you'll need to advertise for an au pair when you travel, or maybe one of her adventurous friends will surprise you. This Paula that's staying with you seems up for most things," Santa said. Julie's mom frowned on hearing of her holiday guest; she was not fond of anyone she associated with what she considered Julie's wild years.

 "I think I would be nice to put Julie in her new things tonight, she's been through a lot. And then maybe you folks should go to bed; tomorrow's a big day! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have lots to do tonight!"

 Santa waved the group goodbye, and they all bid him adieu, except Julie, of course. He picked up his sack, touched the front of his hat, and disappeared straight up the chimney.

Julie lay on the floor on the centre of the room. David knelt down beside her and tore open the pack of diapers. "The things I do for you!" he teased. She lifted her hips and he slid the diaper underneath her, fastening the tabs as she lowered her bottom into the diaper. She stood up and David reached for the plastic pants.

 "Not yet!" Julie's mom interjected. "You need to make sure it fits first." She slid two fingers between the diaper and Julie's waist, and then the same for each leg. She adjusted a tab, then told Julie to spin around. She tugged at the waistband before giving the seat of the diaper several firm slaps. "All good! Now she's ready!"

David held open the plastic pants for Julie to step into, and pulled them up appropriately. Her mother ran her fingers through the ruffles and patted Julie's bottom. "Right, then, everyone, that's plenty of excitement for one night! Everyone off to bed, please! No complaints, boys!"

Everyone filed out of the room. Julie followed her husband up the stairs, her parents close behind her. She was about to follow her husband into their bedroom for the night when her mother laid a hand on her shoulder. "Julie, I'd like a word with you in our bedroom, please. David, no need to wait up."

 "Okay, well, uh, 'night!" said David, before disappearing into his bedroom. Julie had no doubt her nephews wouldn't be the only ones blowing their loads that evening!

 "With all that's happened tonight, I think it's time we had a frank conversation, and what better time than when you're forced to listen to me, for once in your life? Now, I know you like to define yourself by your sexuality, and that you and Sue think you're the sexual Magellans of the family, discovering hitherto unknown peaks of sexual pleasure." She stripped as she was talking, and was soon standing in only matching silky black panties and a bra, each adorned with white bows and trimmed with white lace. They were definitely classier and, well, 'sexier' was the only word that came to Julie's mind. "However," the older woman continued, "I've been around the block a few times, and picked up a trick or two of my own. She reached into her wardrobe, and pulled out a black satin gown. She put it on without tying it up, before turning to her husband and telling him "Undress!"

 As Julie's father hurriedly took off her clothes her mother disappeared into her en suite bathroom. When she came out she was carrying two small plastic tubs and - to Julie's amazement - wearing a large, bright green, strap-on dildo!

She spun Julie around and told her "Elbows on the dresser!" Julie whined through her gag as she felt her mother tug down her plastic panties and slip her hand down her diaper, running her finger along the crack between Julie's sore cheeks, feeling her way towards her asshole! Julie's whimpers turned to tears as her mother stuck two slippery fingers up Julie's clenched asshole - was her own mother going to fuck her up the ass on Christmas Eve?

Her mother withdrew her hand and pulled up the plastic knickers. "You can stop snivelling and turn around now," she said, "the hard bit's over. An early Christmas present of my own for you. And, if you'd like to climb up on to our bed, I have another for you."

Julie sat upright at the head of her parent's bed, legs akimbo, as her mother started lubing up the artificial phallus with Vaseline from one of the tubs she had brought from the bathroom. "Pass Evie over to young Julie, please, then take your place at the end of the bed," Julie's mother told her father, who was now fully naked. He pulled a large Hitachi magic wand vibrator out of a drawer, turned it on, and passed it to his daughter. He then made his way to the foot of the bed and bent over, facing Julie, his elbows and palms flat on the bed.

 "For a long time you've been wanting to show your Daddy what a naughty little slut you can be," said Julie's mom, "so now's your chance to show him. Merry Christmas. However, this is also a learning experience, and the main lesson I want you to learn is: Look but don't touch! Your father is mine, and I am not sharing him with you! Understood?"

Julie nodded enthusiastically; she definitely got the picture. She pressed the vibrator against the front of her plastic underwear and her pussy immediately thanked her for it. Her mother slipped the head of the dildo into her husband's waiting hole, and began thrusting away. Soon her father's penis started growing in length and becoming hard, and as he moaned with pleasure his wife reached around and started tugging on it, pulling back as she penetrated deeper, both parents watching their horny daughter bring herself to orgasm.

Julie came twice as her mother continued to take ownership of her father in front of her, but she was feeling very uneasy. Her stomach was cramping, and she found herself sweating and shivering out of discomfort as well as ecstasy. She came a third time, which seemed to trigger her father, who finally came himself, shooting a rope of white jizz on to his marital bed. It also seemed to trigger something in Julie's digestive system, and she evacuated her bowels into her diaper as she rode the sense of bliss, feeling a deep sense of shame whilst enjoying the strange sensation of having her own warm mess spread out of her and fill the back of her diaper. The force of the evacuation put pressure on her bladder, and she found she was pissing herself as well! She blushed heavily and started crying at this final indignity.

Her mother was prepared for this, having placed two suppositories inside her daughter's anus without her realising. She took her strap on out of her husband and made her way to the front of the bed.

"Poor baby darling, why are you fussing? Didn't you enjoy your presents from Mommy?" she asked rhetorically, giving her daughter a hug. She ran her fingers through the lacy ruffles of Julie's plastic diaper cover and exclaimed "My oh my, has little Julie made a present of her own for her mommy? How very thoughtful!" She released Julie from her arms and said "The thing is, it's way past your bedtime, and I've had enough excitement tonight. I think I'll open it in the morning, if it's all the same to you! Now, run along!"

Julie climbed off the bed and headed to the door, her full diaper causing her to waddle. As she reached for the door handle her mother said "I think when I change you I might show you my strap-on skills up close and personal. Your sister says you behave a lot better after a hundred swift thrusts!"

 

Julie groaned and trudged off to her own room, hoping David was asleep and that the smell from her diaper wasn't going to wake him up. One thing was for certain; tomorrow would be a Christmas to remember!

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Peace!   ✌