Friday, 4 September 2020

Cruel Cuckolding 3 (Jonathan art manips)

For some greedy gals, it's not enough to keep a stable of studs in addition to their husband and fuck as many alpha males as they want...they have to make their cuckolds suffer as well!

The first pic shows one of my favourite cuckold fantasies, of a wife and husband being abused and used by the rough tough men they've hired to work on their nice suburban home.
On this theme, I must once again recommend the account on the Husband in Check blog of a Female Led Relationship going full-on cuckold as the dominant wife decides to involve the handyman. What's particularly kinky is that experienced blogmistress Strict Julie could be said to have planted the seeds that led to the cuckolding, in the comments section...

The second pic is an ode to the traditional uniform of the British policewoman, which is definitely one of my favourite uniforms for dominant ladies. I originally intended to create a much longer series featuring an additional policewoman (larger, older and much more matriarchal). The Wicked WPCs would visit schools, where they would soundly spank the boys and young male teachers in front of the giggling girls as a demonstration of what happens to lawbreakers. They would visit suburban homes and reassure middle-class mothers concerned about their sons' behaviour - by soundly thrashing the innocent boys and perhaps even suggesting they experience a night in the cells...
Back at the station the wicked ladies would have fun fucking their studly male colleagues. And if their husbands complain they'll soon find themselves being arrested and flogged, and even thrown in the cells to be mercilessly buggered, as is happening in the last pic (although if you aren't wedded to the cuckold angle, I suppose he could be an obstructive paper-pusher. Or a motorist who got too mouthy at a traffic stop...)
Particularly cruel is that the wife is letting hubby's cellmate finish fucking him before bailing him out. This is a niche and especially cruel subset of cuckolding porn: a wife who visits her husband in prison, knowing he'll be getting pounded, no doubt while cuckolding him rotten on the outside. And given how the bail system works, with halfway houses and corrupt parole officers and the like, the husband might be back inside soon enough - but seeing how his wife treats him, maybe it won't seem so bad!

The last pic also explores one of my naughtiest fantasies: being fucked in the ass until I ejaculate. This is a reworking of a previous manip, as I wanted to show these cute subby guys butt-naked rather than sissified. But after finishing it I realised it could even be a sequel to the original... with the unfortunate sissy stepson going on to become an even more unfortunate faggot cuckold!
No doubt when the bull finds out about what happened in the past, he will start introducing sissification into their cuckolding sessions (perhaps even inviting the stepdad to show him the ropes?) Though maybe he prefers the purity of having his blonde bitchboy buck naked?
So what do you think, is Blondie cuter when he's dressed like a girl? Or just when he's cumming like one?!

Friday, 21 August 2020

Loving Domestic Discipline (erotic ebook)

Two shy, lonely coworkers, brought together by an irresistible desire for discipline... him to give it, and her to take it!
Needless to say they are soon engaged in a red-hot relationship... and eventually it's fun for all the family as they realize their grownup son and daughter have inherited their craving for stinging corporal punishment!

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This book is based on a reader's letter in a fetish magazine that has always stayed with me, even around 20 years after reading it. The magazine is long gone, but the letter went something like this:

I had consigned myself to never finding someone who shared my love of spanking, until one day a lady in my office made a minor error. Throwing caution to the wind, I told her that 'I should give you a good spanking'. I expected to be reported and thrown out of the company in disgrace. Instead she responded 'Maybe you should!'
Eventually we were married, and discovered that our mutual love of corporal punishment was apparently the result of the severe discipline we had received in our younger years. As such, we were very keen to shield our children from the same influence. We didn't even mention corporal punishment in the house, let alone strike them.
However, our efforts appear to have been in vain. At a recent fancy dress party, my now-adult son attended in full school uniform, while his fiancee came as a strict headmistress - complete with cane! My daughter also wore school uniform to the same party. Before we left, my future daughter-in-law struck my son across the backside with her cane, saying it was punishment for looking at other women!

At the time I read this, I was a spank-obsessed teenager very much hoping that in future I would find someone who shared my fetish, so the rather romantic tale certainly struck a chord...

I also loved the very public events of the fancy dress party, with the uniforms and the son's very public chastisement!


I have expanded on the original text to create the book. As well as charting the mother and father's bottom-sizzling courtship, there are many additional scenes featuring the various family members.
For a start, the mother and father attend the fancy dress party dressed as James Bond and Pussy Galore, and Mr Bond's interest in spanking is well-documented...

Then after the party, the mother accidentally stumbles upon her future daughter-in-law giving her son far more than a single stroke across the seat of his shorts... still in full school uniform of course!

The father is extremely jealous of his wife's little show... but then he himself catches his daughter being spanked and seen-to by her rough working-class boyfriend...

Daddy gets a thorough schooling in the sexual ways of modern youth from his naughty adult schoolgirl daughter and her lover... including the use of anal sex as the favoured method of contraception!

Of course the dirty dog watches the whole thing!

Friday, 7 August 2020

Betty's Diary Illustrated (new Ian Hamilton art)

You may not be aware of the story 'Betty's Diary' by Nialos Leaning, but it has become clear to me that, after I read it as a teenager in the early noughties, it had a huge impact on my sexual psyche. Getting stripped and spanked by big strong Daddies and merciless Matriarchs, being made to play with other guys' dicks, all-male sixty-nines, belt-whippings, public humiliation... needless to say I love it all, and I'm not sure I would do if I hadn't read this Femdom Classic!

The only thing the story is missing is illustrations... so I asked Ian Hamilton to create some!  I rewrote the story slightly to better fit his style, and needless to say, the pictures he produced satisfied a longing I've had for nearly 20 years... and here they are, with my rewritten sections to set the scene...

The story begins at Betty's 21st birthday party...

'I know exactly how you can start showing Betty and her guests some respect,' said Mom. 'You will give her the honor of appearing at the rest of her birthday party in your birthday suits.  Now!"

"No way!" shouted Teddy, my 22-year-old husband.

"Do it, now!" hollered dad, snapping one of his belts against the sofa.  In all the excitement, no one had noticed him bringing it into the room.  We all knew what that belt meant.  Obey, or get a spanking.  Even though we didn't spank in our house.  But boy, oh boy, the boys were about to find out that wasn't any longer true, for them anyway.  But, Dear Diary, I'm getting ahead of myself...

Quickly, the three brats began stripping down, to our giggles. They weren't about to defy dad.

Soon, the moment of truth had arrived.  The brats were down to just their briefs.  All seven of us girls were holding our breath, waiting to see if mom and dad would make the boys show us everything they had.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" demanded mom.  "Get those underpants off, now!"

"Now!" echoed dad, snapping his belt once more against the couch.

Very, very fast, the brats had their briefs off, which they held in front of themselves, trying to hide their privates from us.

"We'll have none of that disrespect," shouted mom, "drop those to the ground, now!"

"Now!" echoed dad again, once more snapping his belt.

As their underwear went to the ground, the boys' hands went to cover up.

"Hands away and at your sides," mom ordered.

"You heard your mother," said dad as he again snapped the belt.  "You don't play with yourselves like that in public."

"Unless told to," mom added, to my complete surprise and bewilderment.

Right away their hands were at their sides.  I couldn't believe how red the brats' faces were.

"Teddy, get over here," dad commanded my husband. "You need a taste of this belt."

Which he promptly got.  In a flash, dad had the naked Teddy bending over the end of the couch while he repeatedly wailed at my husband's bare bottom.  In no time at all my brat husband was crying.  Soon he was shouting, no make that shrieking.  He kept begging dad to stop.  But dad didn't listen, he just kept on swinging that belt, warning him not to move out of position or they would start all over.
After a while, Teddy didn't plead anymore, he was too busy howling.  His butt turned redder and redder.  He kept dancing in place, having a lot of trouble keeping his feet on the floor.  Finally dad stopped, making Teddy stand facing the wall, his beaten red ass on display for us all.

Then it was my 19-year-old brother Dickie's turn. He got the same medicine: a red bottom belonging to a howling dancing little boy.  His dancing, kicking, jiggling reaction to the belt was even more impressive and eardrum shattering than Teddy's. Dad sent him to stand next to Teddy.  Now we had two shining bare boy behinds to stare at.

But that wasn't the end of it, oh no!  I saw mom whisper something to dad.  He tried to whisper back, but was a little louder than I think he wanted to be.  I heard him tell her, "you and that Fem Internet site. Okay, go ahead, you're the boss in this."  He didn't sound too happy about it.

The third boy was Charlie. He is 23 and married to my cousin Kathy.
While Charlie was getting his belt-whipping from dad, mom addressed Teddy and Dickie.

"All right boys," mom said, "turn around and face the girls. Which they did, hands again immediately covering their most interesting parts.

"Get those hands away," ordered mom.

"What did I tell you about playing with yourselves?" asked dad, snapping his belt across Charlie's ass.  Maybe he should take up lion training, the way he likes whipping that thing around!

Before they could answer, as if they would have anyhow, mom said, "well, since they want to play with themselves, they can do exactly that for the rest of the day.  Get your dicks hard, now!"

"No way!" Teddy said for not the first time.

"Do it!" shouted dad, snapping his belt once again.

The brats began rubbing their dicks.  Soon both had boners pointing right at us.  Of course, all seven of us girls were giggling again and smirking.

"Now," mom instructed, "I want those dicks of yours to stay hard the rest of the day.  A boy with a hard on in front of a lady is telling her that he likes and respects her. I know you both like and respect Betty and her friends, do you not?"

No answer from the crying, red faced brats.

"Answer," shouted dad with yet another belt snapping.

"Yes, mom," they both answered.  I don't think they meant it, but they weren't about to take any chances with dad still swinging that belt around!

"Good," continued mom. 'Now for the rules of this little party game we're going to play. Those dicks must stay hard for the rest of the day. Neither of you can touch your own dick.  It's up to your brother-in-law to keep you hard.  Anytime you lose your boner, your brother-in-law gets a spanking for letting it happen.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," they answered.

"And no cumming. If you cum you get spanked, and your brother-in-law gets spanked for making you cum.  Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," they answered for the umpteenth time.

Soon, the brats had hold of each other's dicks and were rubbing furiously.  Before long, both had boners! All seven of us wives and sisters were giggling and laughing hysterically.

"One more thing," mom finished, "anytime you cum you have to shout out for us all to hear that you're cumming.  If you don't, your spanking is doubled.

Before long it happened.  Teddy screamed, "I'm cumming!" Spurt after spurt of white jism shot out the end of his prick...

And the fun doesn't stop there, with Betty's Mom seemingly determined to train her to be dominant, culminating in this rather delicious scene:

After an additional dose of the brush for the brats, I sprung my surprise on them.

"Okay boys, for your continued arguing and complaining, I have a cure that will keep you quiet the rest of the evening."

"Oh goodie," mom jested, "I can't wait to hear what it is, and I'm sure neither can your slaves."

"For the rest of the evening," I told them, "you are to lay on the floor and suck on each other's dicks."
Quickly I glanced at mom, expecting her to prohibit this.

But, she didn't, she supported me.  As soon as the boys started their inevitable protesting, she intervened.  "You heard Betty, so get going."

"Now!" I commanded.

Fortunately for me, mom took charge.  I had no experience in how boys perform a "sixty-nine" as my friend Jeanie calls it.  But, apparently mom did.

She had the boys lay down facing each other with their heads in opposite directions.
"Get those mouths on those dicks," she commanded.
Reluctantly, the brats did so.
"Now," mom instructed, "start sucking."

Which they did, cheeks puffing.  "At all times," mom continued, "you must be doing at least one of three things to that dick in your mouth. Sucking on it, licking it with your tongue, or moving your head up and down on it."

"And, if either of you cum," I said, "you'll both get a spanking for it. With the hairbrush."

"But," added mom, "since we're tired of hearing you speak, and it isn't polite to talk with your mouth full, you don't have to announce you're cumming."

Thinking of something, I said, "And no stopping except when I tell you after a cum."

"Or," mom elaborated, "we tell you to stop so that we can check and make sure you still have those boners you're supposed to be keeping."

I hadn't thought of that.  Mom was being so helpful that I could just hug her!

Dear Diary, the next two hours were just unbelievable.  My two slaves, my two naked brat cocksucking slaves made a spectacle of themselves, giving mom, dad and me the greatest show I've ever seen.

It was great for me, but not for the boys. Teddy came three times, and Dickie's little dickie five times. So that was eight more spankings I got to give their bare behinds.  I don't know how they ever managed to stay seated at work today!

All throughout this, mom was busily taking digital pictures, "for my collection."

Poor Dickie, he almost gagged on all the spunk the first time Teddy came. He quickly had his mouth off Teddy's dick, spitting out the cum. Teddy kept shooting all over Dickie's face.

I scolded Dickie for letting his brother-in-law's dick out of his mouth without my permission and announced that his spanking would be doubled.

"Since they're inexperienced in the cum-swallowing department," mom declared, " you'd better find a way for them to let each other know when they're about to shoot off."

I had a mean idea. "Teddy," I told him once he was standing in front of me for his spanking for cumming, "whenever you're about to cum, you're to signal Dickie by giving his bottom two hard spanks. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his face going a deep red.

"And same for you Dickie," I told my littlest slave, "And as soon as your brother-in-law spanks you, you are to stop sucking on his dick. Just hold it in your mouth.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," they answered.

Later, mom told me privately that my solution was brilliant. She said that the boys cumming without anything moving on their dicks would be much less satisfying and enjoyable, and in fact, somewhat frustrating for them. Good, let them be frustrated, for all the frustration I had suffered earlier this week waiting to be able to again see the brats naked, boners and all!

Needless to say, I have spent many a night over the last two decades fantasising about being in the place of one of these (un)fortunate boys (usually Teddy)...

Since the original story was published, what is acceptable on the internet has changed A LOT. So a few years ago I rewrote it to feature grown-up young men being dominated by their wives and in-laws. It's a lengthy tome, so I broke the original four parts down into many more separate posts. If you're interested, there are links to all of it below, though I freely admit that in hindsight I maybe added a bit too much (I've also added Ian Hamilton's new art to the relevant sections).

As a framing device, I thought it might be nice if Betty's mother introduced each section. After all, since the story is told from Betty's perspective, you don't really learn the parents' motivation for subjecting their male offspring to such severe discipline. After reading a few 'real-life' forums relating to corporal punishment at home, I was shocked (and rather aroused) to realise that Betty's world might not be as much of a far-fetched fantasy as I thought.
Considering some of the spankings and humiliations that all-American families supposedly already visit on their wayward sons, making them wank each other off and suck on each others dicks when they are naughty doesn't seem that much of a leap... I would have loved/hated to be raised in those families just as much as I'd have loved/hated to be Betty's brother!
Bear in mind also that this is the early 2000s, when the internet was much more of a Wild West, so a respectable website advocating the Melicks' disciplinary methods would be quite feasible...

Betty's Diary, introduced by Betty's mother, Denise
Myself, my husband and many other parents of my acquaintance had become increasingly exasperated at the behaviour of the young males in our families. At every family gathering, our sons and sons-in-law seemed to spend all their time sitting in front of the TV with their hands down their pants, burping and farting and generally expecting to be waited on hand and foot. They certainly didn't pull their weight, either within their relationships or as sons, and seemed to be stuck in adolescence rather than developing into the well-bred young gentlemen we parents had hoped for.

The one exception to this seemed to be the Melick family, whose son Ray was rather more polite and respectful than the other boys. When we pressed Ray's parents, they revealed they had been using the methods detailed on the 'Fem Internet' site. When we other parents looked into this, it was clear that our sons had so far received a VERY lenient upbringing!
All that changed, starting at my daughter Betty's birthday party. Betty's husband and my son were present, and when they started acting like spoilt brats, we decided it was time they got a taste of what all naughty boys need to keep them in line, whether they're supposedly grown-up or not: their Daddy's belt! Afterwards we played a fun 'party game' where the naked boys had to keep each other hard – and if they cum they get spanked, and the other boy gets spanked for making them cum!

From then on, Betty and her friends were allowed to use their husbands and brothers as naked brat sex slaves, with full support from us parents. The Thursday after Betty's birthday we had a VERY fun evening, culminating in a delightful climax where the boys had to lie on the floor and suck each others' dicks in the sixty-nine position – and the same rules about not cumming certainly applied!

That weekend we hired a bus and set off with the Melicks for a 'Family Retreat', picking up other families on the way so that there were plenty of naked young men for our daughters to "train" on...

By the end of the weekend I don't know what hurt more: our sons' bottoms, their dicks, their balls or their assholes!

Friday, 24 July 2020

Headmaster for Housewives 12: A Long Time Coming... (erotic ebook)

Three bored, lonely housewives. Stumbling through life. Longing for excitement. And finally getting what they need...

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Despite the series title, the Headmaster doesn't exclusively attend to stay-at-home wives and mothers – plenty of married career women also cross the threshold of his study to experience his merciless rod! However, in an increasingly rare turn, all of the naughty ladies in this book are in fact housewives, the loneliness and boredom of the role having driven them into the arms of the handsome Headmaster and his cane...
In the first story, a married woman returns to her strict boarding school, Belmont Ladies' College... seeking to satisfy her craving for corporal punishment...

Like all the girls at Belmont before corporal punishment was outlawed, she certainly knew what the cane felt like! But on one of the few occasions when she got away with something, her two accomplices were punished SEVERELY. Riven by guilt, she finally returns to the school as a mature, married woman for what she missed out on all those years ago: a searing dozen of the best across her bare bottom...

Plus plenty of extras as punishment for hiding the truth all these years!

In the second story, a frustrated wife starts a torrid affair with the handsome Headmaster, and finds she enjoys the pain almost as much as the pleasure...

As a pillar of society, the Headmaster is expected to be a good neighbour, so he takes a couple who are new to the neighbourhood out to the pub for a welcome drink. The inattentive husband slinks off early to watch Match of the Day, leaving his wife alone with the Headmaster, to whom she confesses that though she was a very naughty girl at school, the cane was reserved solely for naughty boys, so she never got it. But her male accomplices did, and she got to watch!

Of course this frustrated housewife finds the Headmaster utterly irresistible, and shows her attraction in that most British of cuckolding scenarios: sucking his cock on the way home from the pub...

She is eager for more, but the Headmaster tells her she must first visit his study to finally receive the taste of the cane that she should have had during her schooldays long ago...

And in the final story, a mother is made to suffer for her daughter's failings... but submitting to strict discipline isn't so bad when you're in the hands of the Headmaster!
The year is 2005, and girls don't get caned at school, but that doesn't mean the Headmaster can't describe to a naughty schoolgirl EXACTLY what would have happened to her just one decade before.

No doubt this will ignite a smouldering desire for corporal punishment, as is found in most English ladies... Perhaps she will return in a few years, eager to feel the sting of traditional discipline across her bare bottom?

And afterwards, perhaps she will beg to be fucked manfully by dominant older men...

And in the meantime, her mother certainly will offer up her married ass and pussy for the Headmaster to attend to!

Friday, 10 July 2020

Cuckold Wedding Breakfast (Jonathan art manips)

It's the time of year when wedding bells are ringing across the land... except not so much this year! But that doesn't mean we can't still appreciate the sight of a spoilt bride being thoroughly fucked. Or a smartly dressed young groom being cuckolded and abused...

The appeal of a not-so-virginal bride being fucked in her wedding dress by someone other than her new husband is well-documented – particularly if that 'someone' happens to be a succession of well-hung black men! I think we can all agree that the traditional saying should be changed to 'Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed and Something BLACK!' (perhaps the Something Old could be her stepfather-in-law, Something New could be the chauffeur, and Something Borrowed could be her friend's husband...)

But as regular readers of this blog will know all too well, I also have a pretty serious fetish for grooms (as in grooms who marry brides, not grooms who work in stables, although that's another story...)
I particularly like the groom's attire that seemed particularly prevalent in the 1990s and 2000s: pale grey suit; shirt, tie and waistcoat; gleaming shoes, dress socks (preferably with garters), a flower in the buttonhole (no pun intended) and a matching top hat. The guys' butts probably looked amazing in those tight grey trousers. I imagine that, as the groomsmen line up at the front at the start of the ceremony, the ladies present (not to mention the more dominant men) would be eyeing up that selection of choice male butts and planning on having some fun with them...

There is of course the wicked taboo of seeing a young man in such finery being stripped and whipped and shown what married life is really all about!

And no doubt, if a gang of black men should happen upon a newlywed couple (or if the bride wasn't exactly diligent in breaking it off with her black boyfriends) then it goes without saying that the appeal of the groom's attire (as well as the bride's) won't be lost on them – especially those hardened by years in prison fucking helpless whiteboys!

Friday, 26 June 2020

Headmaster for Housewives 11: You Can't Get the Staff These Days (erotic ebook)

Corporal punishment is forbidden in schools... or is it?
What happens when Matron misbehaves? Or lustful librarians need bringing into line? Or slack secretaries crave strict discipline?
These ladies may be married, but that doesn't mean their husbands can give them what they need. They can only get it from the handsome Headmaster and his masterful rod...

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The first story begins in medias res (or should that be in medias rod?) as we are introduced to the Matron of Belmont Ladies' College having her married arse and pussy soundly spanked and fucked by her superior...

The story flashes back to long ago, when the Headmaster was just a humble Classics master, and Matron had just started at the school...

They embarked on a torrid love affair, but to the Headmaster's chagrin he was eventually rejected for a more enticing marriage prospect (a doctor of course)...
So when the young Headmaster catches Matron in a compromising position with two sixth-formers, he is all too happy to take his revenge!

As we all know, Matrons can certainly be dominant figures. This one isn't with her male lovers, but she certainly is with her female ones, having the two willing schoolgirls service her on her examination couch!

The three of them are marched straight to the headmaster's study, where the girls are caned on the spot...

Matron will be caned too of course (it's either that or be fired) – after the girls have gone, and by both past and future headmasters simultaneously!

And afterwards of course, the two dominant gentlemen will take their pleasure with their engaged employee's hot holes...

For the second part, the story flashes forward a few years, where the soon-to-be-retired school librarian is receiving her 'leaving present' in the Headmaster's study. This isn't her official leaving present of the usual cake and flowers etc... but what she really wants...

A sound caning across her experienced arse and a good hard fucking in her mature pussy!

Despite being happily married throughout, the librarian has spent her decades of service being spanked and fucked by the senior staff of the school. And despite her intention to be faithful in retirement, no doubt she will be back for the occasional reunion, unable to resist the stinging siren song of the cane and strap...

Once the librarian has retired, the Headmaster must get to work breaking in her replacement, a haughty Italian beauty named Sophia...

Like most women, Sophia has a secret craving for discipline...

Her fantasies are more than a little influenced by the fearsome belt-whippings she received as a young woman in rural Italy (her background being inspired by the classic spanking and cuckolding story Under the Mediterranean Sun)...

Her husband is English, and one of the teachers at Belmont. But he is unable to cater for his wife's cravings, so Sophia must turn to the Headmaster to receive a much needed dose of leather and rattan!

The Headmaster takes exquisite pleasure in making his naughty new librarian count out the strokes in traditional British schoolgirl fashion, but in her native tongue ('Uno! Grazie Signor...') This is a twist on a wartime theory that female spies could easily be detected by giving them an orgasm during interrogation, as they wouldn't be able to avoid crying out in their mother tongue, no matter how good their German was normally. One imagines there would have been far fewer women attempting to cross through the border posts of occupied Europe had this theory been put into practice! (Or perhaps more...)
Needless to say, once he has given her a sound thrashing just like her Papa used to, the Headmaster takes the opportunity to give Sophia (and himself) a very large orgasm indeed!