Stormy Daniels - Trump's Porn Star?

As you may know, there is an ongoing New York State criminal trial against ex-President Trump that very salaciously involves an ex porn star named Stormy Daniels. Many people seem to be confused about this case, as was I, so I took a deeper dive and read the court transcript to-date and will here present what I found.

First of all, let's meet Stormy!

Here she is having her brains fucked out by a co-star in one of her many porn movies

And here she is giving a tits out, legs spread blowjob to another 'fella.

And here she is taking it up the ass from yet another 'fella!

Needless to say, I could go on. Now you don't get that kind of coverage from the mainstream media, do you?

Her birth name was Stephanie A. Gregory, born in 1979 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She started exotic dancing while still in high school at age 17, running away from home, and then started appearing in adult films at age 23. She eventually moved on to direct more than 150 films and win many porn industry awards.

Here is Trump and Stormy around the time the alleged affair took place.

They met at a 2006 Lake Tahoe celebrity golf outing where her studio was a sponsor. She was 27 years old at the time. Trump had just turned 60 and enjoyed huge celebrity status as he had a mega-hit on his hands with The Apprentice.

Trump had recently married Melania 2005) and had just had his child Barron (2006). Apparently that golf tournament was flooded with high profile celebrities and porn stars.

According to Stormy's recent court testimony, they first met at the golf hole Wicked Pictures were sponsoring. The owner introduced another girl and Stormy to Trump (as they did with everybody that came through). He introduced Stormy as both actor and director. Trump commented "oh, you actually direct too? You must be the smart one."

Trump finished his practice round and then made his way back to the gift room where Stormy was. He talked to all the girls and had his photo taken with Stormy (the photo two above). He specifically remembered her from the course as "the smart one". He asked for a DVD that she had directed and she handed him "The Three Wishes".

Then she saw him talking to somebody she later learned was Trump's security guy, Keith, who later came up to her and asked "Mr. Trump would like to know if you would like to have dinner with him?" Initially she said "Fuck, no!". But she exchanged cell numbers with Keith regardless.

She later talked to her publicist who said she had another dinner she did not want to go to, and he said it would be amazing to go have dinner with Donald Trump and as a bonus she could use that as an excuse to ditch her other dinner.

Then she messaged with Keith and they set it up to meet at Trump's penthouse suite.

When she got there she was invited in by Keith. Trump is inside wearing silk or satin two-piece pajamas that she immediately made fun of him for, saying, "Does Mr. Hefner know you stole his pajamas?"

She told him to go change and he obliged her "very politely" rejoining her quite quickly in a dress shirt and pants. She describes the most magnificent hotel suite imaginable.

They sit together at a table and Trump says it's still a bit early for dinner and did she mind if they chatted a bit and later they could decide to go down to one of the restaurants or stay in his suite and eat in.

She describes a pleasant and amusing conversation, including Trump asking many insightful questions about her industry. This surprised her as most guys ask her about "the sexy stuff", but Trump asked these amazing questions about her industry. She was impressed by that aspect. But she also thought he was quite self-centered, a know-it-all, always wanted to impress, and kept cutting off her answers. So she was getting hungry and a bit fed up with that aspect, so when he bragged about him being on the cover of an important magazine that was about to come out for which he had an advance copy, she got fed up.

"Are you always this rude, arrogant, and pompous? You don't even know how to have a conversation!" He looked a bit taken aback (recall she was 27 at the time). She went on, "someone should spank you with that. That's the only interest I have in that magazine. Otherwise, I'm leaving."

He rolled it up and gave her the look that he dared her to do it. So, now she kind of had to, she testified. She took it from him, told him to stand up and turn around, and swatted him on the bum with it! Afterwards, they sat back down and continued the conversation with him being much more polite.

After another great conversation about all manner of things, he said he thought she'd be great for The Celebrity Apprentice. She said she doubted the network would go for having a porn star on the show. Trump said he thought he could make it happen.

He then said that she reminds him of his daughter because she is smart and blond and beautiful and people underestimate her as well. And, Stormy says,

"the way he framed it did actually make perfect sense, because he is all about like PR things, the spin. And he was like, that will really shake things up, and you can go on the show and prove that you are not just a dumb bimbo, you are more than people think and he would get a lot of attention for having this crazy idea."

They then phone a friend of hers to invite her up as well, but she declines.

Stormy has to use the bathroom at some point and uses the one off the main bedroom, which was huge and luxurious. While there she sees a leather toiletry bag of Trump's and snoops into it.

"I did look. I'm not proud of it. I wondered what is in here. And I noticed the toiletry was -- the items were Old Spice and Pert Plus. I thought that was both amusing and odd. And a manicure set, which was gold, gold tweezers and all gold things."

After that, her testimony gets EXTREMELY sketchy. When she comes out of the bathroom she's surprised to see Trump on the unmade bed in his boxers and a T-shirt. She claims she "blacked out" (but was not drunk, had not taken drugs, and testifies she was definitely not drugged, and testifies she was definitely not forced or threatened). She remembers having missionary sex without a condom. Apparently ex-President Trump was so good that he literally fucked her brains out, as she can't remember a thing other than his gold toenail clippers, if she is to be believed.

Mind you, in her later book she says she made Trump her bitch in their sexual encounter, but she now claims that even though she made him her bitch, now she is saying that the room was spinning and that she passed out on the bed after sex. Very conflicting testimony.

For the next year they speak frequently in a very friendly manner in front of multiple witnesses.Trump is trying to make The Apprentice happen and gives her updates. They met at a club in public and kissed with hundreds of witnesses present. In March of 2007 she visits him in Trump Tower. She accepts tickets from him for Miss USA Pageant and attends. She later meets him at his bungalow in LA. She claims he made advances but she claimed she was on her period.

He phones her a couple of more times, once saying he was unable to get her on the show, and then later calling her to apologize as soon as he heard a different porn actress, Jenna Jameson, was to do the show, and it was not his doing, he'd have preferred her. There was no further contact.

At no time was Trump ever embarrassed to be seen with her in public, and at no time did Trump ever ask her to keep anything they did confidential (according to her testimony).

In 2011 she's approached by a gossip magazine, In Touch, that is going to do a story about Trump at the golf tournament. She sells her story to them for $15K for a 15 minute phone interview. The article never comes out as Trump's lawyer/fixer/scumbag Michael Cohen threatens to sue them for defamation.

As a result, Stormy doesn't get paid.

Stormy then claims she was approached by a man in a parking lot she perceived as threatening telling her to stop talking about her relationship with Trump. She claims this happened in 2011, with no witnesses, and she didn't tell a soul, not police, not friends, not her husband, until an Anderson-Cooper interview in 2018 and later on The View. Cohen claims he never sent such a man and Stormy believes him, having appeared twice on his podcast and saying so. So who did? Or did it happen at all?

In 2015, with Trump now running for President, her agent convinces her to try selling her story again. She apparently has no takers until the Access Hollywood "grab 'em by the pussy" stuff comes out, and then there are takers in October 2016. She says she decided to let Cohen buy it from her for $130K as she would get the money and not have to go public and believes she would be free of any threats. Her agent and lawyers take $34K.

Stormy signs a non-disclosure agreement for the $130K. If she tells the story, she must pay them $1M each time in damages. She claims now she signed it out of fear based on the one vague threatening contact (with no proof) she claimed happened 5 years earlier.

In 2018 the Wall Street Journal is going to run a story about the $130K payment. She refuses to comment and in the fallout she issues the following note:

In court testimony she admits she signed it reluctantly but willingly, and now testifies it was a lie.

She then hires Michael Avenatti, a scummy lawyer who is currently doing time for stealing money from clients and for extortion.

He gets her freed from her NDA in a very anti-Trump California court (where else?) on ridiculous grounds and awards her $100K in court costs (that Avenatti then goes on to steal from her!). She then starts selling her story and making appearances and cashes in with a book.

In the book she makes the claim about being threatened. Trump tweets it's a con job. Stormy/Avenatti sues Trump for defamation (Stormy says she didn't want Avenatti to but he did anyways... ?). The court finds in favour of Trump and orders Stormy to pay court costs and legal fees of $660K which she has yet to pay and swears she never will because she thinks it's "not fair" (she testified to that, in court!). She does a documentary about her affair for another $100K, and keeps shopping her story around to this day.

On cross it comes out that she's now worth millions and can easily afford to pay the judgments, and that she is concealing her assets to avoid collection efforts. On cross many lies are exposed casting grave doubts about her reliability as a witness at all. And there's still at least another day of cross examination to go as I write this.

Okay, so, my take? I believe Trump and Stormy met at the golf tournament, knew each other and talked about her being on The Apprentice. I believe she went to his hotel suite and the pajamas, flirting and spanking and conversation happened.

I'm only at 50% whether or not they actually had sex. Her story of "blacking out" is ridiculous, and she signed the vehement denial.

So they either had intercourse or they didn't, either way she decides to sell the story only once he starts running for President. I believe Cohen, acting as Trump's fixer, did pay her for the NDA.

I'm only at 50% whether or not Trump directed him to do so, or whether he was just clearing away any negative publicity on his own recognizance. There has been no objective evidence presented that Trump ordered it, only Cohen's say so, a convicted felon, multiple liar and extortionist, who claims Trump told him to "just handle it" verbally with no witnesses.

I don't believe there was ever a "threatening man". She's using that as her justification for why she wrote out the statement about not having sex when later, after she was freed from the NDA, she changed her story.

Even if the sexual encounter is true, my Trump is a stud! Bagging a porn star and fucking her so hard she can't even recall it. Either way, it actually sounded like a fun little encounter, and then years later a greedy, immoral, not too bright girl, badly advised by people taking a cut, tries cashing in.

As Scott Adams puts it...

As to what it has to do with the charges against Trump? Absolutely nothing!!! This whole circus was allowed to go on in a misguided (and backfiring) attempt to turn the public against Trump.

The DA who brought the case, Alvin Bragg, campaigned on "getting Trump".

The judge in the case is a Democrat donor and his wife and child are both huge democrat supporters who suffer from strong TDS.

The jury is likely stacked against Trump.

But what are the charges? I find it so revealing that the mainstream media never covers that or how anything said in court relates to that.

The charge is that the fees paid to the LAWYER Cohen, used allegedly in part to reimburse him for the $130K Stormy NDA payment in multiple instalments, were categorized as "legal expenditures" as opposed to "Paying Stormy to shut up" expenditures. The man who actually categorized them said he did it for the obvious reason it was fees paid to a lawyer, and he did it on his own judgment. There are only so many categories you can choose on their pre-configured bookkeeping system. He testified neither his boss, CFO Weiselmann, nor Trump ever directed him to misclassify anything.

Under NY State law, a misclassification (that this very arguably is not), is a misdemeanour with a 2 year statute of limitations.

To elevate this to a larger crime requires that it be done in furtherance of a larger crime. They claim the larger crime is some sort of election crime of making hush money payments. Only, that's not a crime, it's done routinely, and the federal election authorities looked at this specific case and failed to bring charges.

In short, the whole thing is a farce designed to make Trump look bad and tie up his time and money at a key time in the election cycle. And it's using a weaponized legal system to do it.

Anybody supporting this or cheering this on are showing their true colours and should be ashamed of themselves.

I'll accept comments, but some ground rules.

• No ad-feminem personal attacks against me.
• Stick to commenting on the merits of this case and this trial alone.
• Don't mix in gratuitous unrelated ad-hominem attacks against Trump.
• Okay to discuss what Stormy's testimony says about Trump's character if you're being specific.
• Either reference stuff I say, or bring up something you think I missed.
• General support is always appreciated, especially on a topic like this.

Fiction: My History with Spanking (MF/F)

Another little fiction peace. This one is about a girl who's not a "natural spanko", but came to it with a passion, as did I. Hope you enjoy it.

My History with Spanking

Hi! My name is Julie and I'd like to offer my recollections of childhood spankings and the effect they had on me. Perhaps this can inform the modern debate about spanking kids.

This was me in college, quite the little hotty back then (before having three kids) if I do say so myself!

My mom and dad were die-hard spankers all through my childhood and right up to college even, and I was none the worse for wear. I think I turned out fine, if not a little oversexed in college and the early years of my marriage! I'm all settled down now, though, and my husband and I share our values on the disciplining of children. Who would ever have thought I'd be the spanker now?!

I do have to admit, when I was a little girl I was a rambunctious child, always pushing boundaries and testing the limits of my parents' patience. None of my kids are as naughty as I was! As a result, I received my fair share of spankings from both my mom and dad. Each spanking had its own story, its own lesson, and its own unique blend of embarrassment and pain.

My earliest memories of spankings are from when I was six years old. I remember these spankings being more of a light tap than anything else, a gentle reminder that my behavior was not acceptable.

One particular incident I remember was when I decided to paint our living room wall with my watercolors. My mom caught me red-handed (or rather, blue-handed) and after a stern talking to, she put me across her lap and gave me a few light taps on my bottom. I remember feeling more surprised than hurt, and I definitely didn't like the feeling of my paints being taken away.

As I grew older, the spankings became more serious. At ten years old, I was spanked for sneaking out of the house to meet my friends when I was supposed to be grounded.

This time, my dad was the one who caught me. He took me across his lap and pulled down my pants and panties, exposing my bare bottom. The spanking was not that long or hard, but was harder than any I had received before, and the humiliation of being exposed like that made it even worse. I remember crying and promising never to do it again. There was nothing remotely "exciting" for me. It was just misery, but I did learn to better obey my parents after that.

By the time I was twelve, I had learned to push my parents' buttons in new and creative ways. One time, I had lied about doing my homework and instead spent the evening chatting with friends online.

When my mom found out, she was mad at me. She pulled me over her lap, pulled down my pants and panties, and gave me a spanking that left my bottom red and stinging. I remember feeling angry and embarrassed, but also a little scared. This was a spanking I would not forget and I never lied to her again after that.

As a teenager, my rebellious streak only grew stronger, and my spankings continued. Many of my friends were no longer spanked as teens, and I thought it very unfair that I still was.

Despite that, one day I decided to skip school and go shopping with my friends. My parents found out and were beyond angry. My dad took me over his knee, bared my bum, and gave me the hardest spanking I had ever received. I remember crying and begging him to stop, but he didn't until he felt I had learned my lesson. I spent the rest of the day in my room, feeling humiliated and sore.

By the time I was fifteen, the spankings had become less frequent but no less severe. One particular incident stands out in my memory. I had been caught smoking with my friends, a habit I had picked up to seem cool. My mom was the one who caught me, and she was absolutely livid. She used a hairbrush on my bare bum and gave me a spanking that left my bottom red and sore for days. Odd thing was, even at that age I knew she did it for what she thought was my own good (and, objectively, was). I never smoked again after that.

By far the most humiliating spanking I ever received was at a family reunion when I was sixteen. I was swimming and engaging in horseplay with my younger cousins when I pushed my youngest cousin under the water. He almost drowned, and the entire family was horrified. It didn't help that I tried to play it cool and said he was exaggerating and was just a baby. My dad pulled me out of the pool and right there gave me my spanking right in front of everyone. I never thought he would do that!

I remember feeling mortified and ashamed, especially because I was in a one-piece swimsuit and Dad was bound and determined to bare my bum which meant the straps came off my shoulders, the suit came down past my bare breasts (which were pretty developed by then!), and was then peeled down past my tummy and my hips right down to my knees as he held me there squirming and begging by my arm. So literally everybody saw my bare tits and cooch, and then got another eyeful as I went over Dad's knee and had my bare bum spanked red as a tomato while I howled. When he finally stood me back up I had to struggle back into my suit as everyone watched. I got teased forever after that by all my uncles and cousins, and nobody was in any doubt that Julie was still spanked bare bum across her dad's knee at sweet sixteen!

Looking back on my childhood and adolescence, I can see that the spankings I received were not just punishments, but also lessons. They taught me boundaries, respect, and the consequences of my actions. While some of them were certainly humiliating and painful, they also helped shape me into the person I am today. I'm not sure if I would have turned out the same without them.

As I entered college, I was excited for the new experiences and challenges that awaited me. However, I quickly found out that the spankings of my childhood and adolescence were not entirely a thing of the past.

My first year in college was a whirlwind of new friends, academic pressure, and a newfound sense of independence. I was living in a dorm a couple of hours away by car from my hometown. The dorm was coed which meant that I was surrounded by both girls and boys. It was a completely different environment from what I was used to, and I found myself struggling to balance my newfound freedom with the responsibilities of college life.

My mom and dad had access to my online grades portal (they sort of insisted on it) so they knew all my marks as soon as I did. When I got some pretty bad grades on my midterms, I was a bit worried about what my folks would say, and though I hadn't been spanked in over a year, I didn't rule out a spanking next time I was home.

But instead of waiting, my mom texted me that she was driving to my dorm to have a "serious discussion" about my grades.

I was embarrassed and nervous when she arrived at my dorm room. My roommate made herself scarce, closing our door behind her, giving us some privacy.

I just knew what was coming, but I was not prepared for the humiliation of being spanked in my dorm room where literally all my floor could hear it.

Needless to say, it was not much of a "discussion". My mom sat on the edge of my bed, pulled me over her lap, and pulled down my shorts and panties. She then proceeded to give me a spanking with that damned hairbrush. It was so loud! I was sure the sound of each swat echoed through the dorm. I tried to maintain my composure, but that damned hairbrush! Eventually I couldn't hold it in anymore, and cried and begged her to stop, but she was determined to teach me a lesson. Afterwards my friends all said it was a real awkward "holy shit" moment on my floor as everybody heard me being spanked like that.

Mom left right after my spanking, barely saying anything. Words were not required. She had driven two hours in and another two hours back, just to give me a ten minute spanking!

As soon as she left, all my friends came to my room to check if I was okay. My nose was snotty and my eyes were red from my spanking. I told them my grades and told them I deserved it. They insisted on seeing "the damage" and I showed them, feeling a bit "squishy" down there as I did. They were horrified on my behalf and I wound up having to defend my mom and dad.

For the rest of the term I could hear the whispers and giggles as I walked around the college, and I knew that my reputation as the girl who got spanked by her mom in her dorm room was spreading like wildfire. Even some of my profs knew!

And I wasn't exactly low-profile on campus. I did cheer as an extra-curicular. And you know the shorts we wear under our skirts? They're literally called "spankies" 😂. I became quite the "hit".

Every time I told anybody I had to study some night I got those sly grins. The most embarrassing part was they were right. I did not want another spanking for poor grades! Oddly enough, I wasn't really even angry at Mom. She knew I needed a wake up call and took five hours out of her day to deliver it. I really pulled up my socks after that.

But that spanking had another more unexpected effect on my life. The boys on campus were especially interested in my story, and when I fessed up they couldn't help but tease me about my bare bottom wriggling over my mom's knee. To my surprise, I found that I enjoyed the attention, and I became even more popular with the boys after that and got asked out on way more dates.

I soon discovered, to my surprise, that the boys all wanted to spank me as well! I am a bit of a "pleaser" and would often let them. I found it pretty exciting, to be perfectly honest, to be across a hunky guy's lap and feel him peel my panties down for my spanking. Now, my ass was pretty accustomed to spankings, and none of their spankings hurt a fraction of what my real spankings did, but boy it sure did something to me! For some reason, their fingers always seemed to "accidentally" brush across my wet pussy lips and my bumhole!

I had never been remotely sexually turned on by my parental spankings, but these spankings were totally different. I actually felt very "cared for" when being spanked and it gave me warm feelings. When combined with my out-of-control hormones and done by guys I was attracted to in that sexy way , it 'kinda drove me wild. I became known as the girl who was willing to do anything of a sexual nature after a spanking, even (blush!) anal, which was apparently pretty rare.

Word got around that I was a "sure thing" after a spanking, and my reputation as a sexually adventurous girl spread like wildfire. Even the girls in the dorm knew about my reputation, and they would tease me mercilessly about it, especially when the rumours about anal got around (I like anal, so shoot me!).

Some of the girls on my floor even wanted to spank me, and a few did. I found myself becoming their little dorm bitch, always at their beck and call for a spanking or other sexual favours. I licked a lot of pussy with a flaming red bum up in the air!

I can't help but look back on those days fondly. The spankings and sexual adventures I had in college helped me to discover a side of myself that I never knew existed. I learned that I enjoyed being spanked and that it was a powerful form of foreplay for me. As I looked towards the future, I knew that I couldn't imagine ever marrying a man who wouldn't give me a sound spanking when I needed it, and as foreplay for sex.

It was a few years later, during senior year, after I gave up cheer and with some of my more "experimental" days behind me that I met Mark at a math class. He was charming and intelligent and quickly caught my attention.

We started spending more time together, and I found myself falling for him. Mark was kind, understanding, and had a certain air of authority that made my pussy squirm and that I couldn't resist. Apparently Mark was one of the only guys on campus who didn't know all about me, or at least he never let on if he did, and he didn't spank me just to get into my pants, and I kind of liked that at first.

One evening, after a particularly heated argument about something trivial, I decided to test Mark's patience by acting like a brat. I stomped my feet, crossed my arms, and pouted. To my delight, Mark didn't back down. Instead, he calmly told me that my behavior was unacceptable and that I needed to apologize. When I refused, he took me by the hand and led me to a nearby chair and pulled me over his lap. He reminded me of my dad and I felt those old feelings of embarrassment, but also something deep inside me stirred.

He didn't ask permission for any of this, he just lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and proceeded to give me a sound spanking. The sting of his hand on my tender flesh sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself both humiliated and aroused. After the spanking, Mark helped me up and looked me in the eyes. "You're not a little girl anymore, and you need to start acting like an adult," he said firmly. "I won't tolerate this kind of behavior from you." I nodded, tears streaming down my face, and apologized for my actions. From that moment on, I knew Mark was the one for me.

Pretty soon after – like, five minutes after (!) – he found out how turned-on I get from being spanked and he later included that in our foreplay. But he also wouldn't let me get away with any shit, and depending on what I did, his spankings were harder than any I got from dad or mom.

'Natch my parents very much approved of Mark. Once at dinner I got a bit snippy with my mom. Mark shot me such a glance and calmly suggested that I apologize immediately to her. I sure did, and right away! That evening, back at his apartment, I got a spanking, but it would have been much worse had I not immediately obeyed him and apologized contritely to Mom as I did.

After a couple of years he finally proposed. I couldn't have been happier. When we told Mom and Dad, Dad took Mark aside and they had a conversation about my upbringing and what he thought I still needed. Mark was in 100% agreement, and "the torch" was officially passed.

The big day arrived, and as I stood at the altar, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Mark and I exchanged our vows. Mine included the "obey" part and his the "care for" part. After the ceremony, we retreated to our honeymoon suite.

Once we were alone, Mark took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. "You're mine now," he whispered in my ear. "And I'm going to show you just how much I love you." He led me to the bed and gently laid me down. Mark lifted my wedding dress, revealing my white stockings and garter belt. He ran his hands over my thighs, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Then, he pulled me over his lap and began to spank me. The sound of his hand connecting with my bare bottom echoed throughout the room, and I moaned in pleasure. After the spanking, Mark made love to me, and it was the most incredible experience of my life. Wedding night sex is THE BEST! I felt loved, cherished, and completely satisfied. From that moment on, I knew our marriage was going to be full of passion, love, and a healthy dose of discipline.

As I said, I had toned it down from my earlier college nympho days. I eventually shared that wild side of me with Mark and he was pretty amused, which was a relief. He asked me if I still yearned for that. I said I yearned only for him now, but apparently (and correctly) he didn't quite believe it.

For my birthday, Mark surprised me and decided to throw a party and invited all of our college friends. I was excited to see everyone again and catch up on old times. I thought it a bit awkward how many of those guys I had dated and how much cock I had taken and pussy I had eaten from that crowd! As the night progressed, the alcohol flowed freely, and the atmosphere became lively and festive. After dinner, Mark gathered everyone in the living room and announced that it was time for my birthday spanks. I blushed as he explained the tradition: everyone who was willing would give me one spank for every year, plus one to grow on. I had just turned 25, and literally everyone was willing!

"Panties up or panties down?" a girl asked.

"As you please," Mark said. "right, Julie?"

"Yes, sir," I said with a giant blush!

And so, one by one, my friends and former college acquaintances took turns spanking me over their knee. The sting of their hands on my bare bottom was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. Pretty soon my panties were taken away completely and my dress followed, and then even my bra, and then I was butt naked, pixying around the room going from lap to lap.

Some of the more forward boys decided to take things a step further. They spread my legs and made me straddle their thighs, forcing me to grind my wet pussy against them as they gave me my birthday spanks. The sensation was overwhelming, and I found myself moaning and grinding against their legs shamelessly.

The girls from my old dorm were particularly enthusiastic, taking turns spanking me and commenting on how wet my pussy was. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their admiration, knowing that I had been the center of attention for so many of them during our college days.

Finally, one of the girls in a leather skirt and bustier and fishnet stockings decided to take charge. She was one of the girls who used to most domme me in the dorm. I used to have to eat her out sooo much!

Perhaps inspired by the boys before her she also made me straddle her fishnet-stockinged thigh. As she spanked me, I found myself grinding against her leg, the texture of the stockings adding an extra layer of sensation.

As I grinded the boys and girls couldn't help but stare in fascination. Mark told me later what a show I made of myself.

He said my pussy was wide open, glistening with arousal, and the contrast of my soft, pink flesh against the black, textured stockings created an incredibly erotic sight, at least according to him. He said my bumhole was exposed as I arched my back, and my orifices contracted and expanded with each thrust of my hips.

They all saw the muscles in my thighs and butt tense as I ground harder, chasing the pleasure that was building within me. My moans filled the room, and the sound of my wet pussy against her stockings created a symphony of arousal.

As I reached the peak of my climax, my body shuddered, and my mouth opened in a silent scream. My pussy quivered, and a gush of wetness spilled onto her stockings, leaving a damp patch in its wake. My bumhole clenched tightly, and my breasts bounced with each powerful wave of pleasure that coursed through my body.

Mark says the boys especially were mesmerized by the sight, their own arousal growing as they watched me surrender to my orgasm.

My face was flushed with pleasure, my eyes were closed and my lips parted as I gasped for air. My hips continued to move, grinding against her thigh as the last waves of my orgasm washed over me. The boys could see my clit, swollen and engorged, peeking out from between my wet folds, and the sight must have sent a jolt of desire through them.

As I collapsed onto her thigh, panting and spent, Mark says the boys couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. They could see my pussy, still wet and open, begging for more attention. I'm sure they imagined themselves taking me right there, filling my cunt or ass with their hard cocks again and spanking me until I cried out in pleasure and pain.

The room went silent, save for the sound of my ragged breathing and the occasional drip of my arousal onto her stockings. The boys were totally frozen in place, their eyes locked on me. They knew that they would never forget the sight of me grinding over her fishnet-stockinged thigh, my body writhing in pleasure as I came hard, wetting the stockings and leaving them with a memory they will carry with them forever.

Best birthday 'evah!

After that, Mark catered more to my hyper-sexuality, and we became real swingers. We were also a real hit at some of the West-coast spanking parties. Mark, bless his heart, said I outshone all of the spanking models present, but I think he's biased.

After a time I decided I kind of was outgrowing that scene. I didn't think it would be compatible with kids, and I definitely wanted a bushel-full and so did Mark. So, we moved back to my old hometown, with Dad and Mom nearby, and Mark and I fucked with purpose. Did I say wedding night sex was best? No, baby-making sex is even better!

I went off the pill and we abstained during that (whimper!). I tracked all my cycles, Mark "helping" with the daily rectal temps 😂. After sex, he held me up by my ankles and smacked my butt to help out his eager little swimmers!  I don't know how "scientific" that is, but who cares.

As it turned out, we're pretty fertile and I got knocked up what must have been our very first day. Had two more after that and I want a fourth but Mark is 'kinda tuckered out! I don't really mind. Either way is good. 

Mom and Dad are a great help, and they grin now when Momma puts her foot down with the kids and I spank their little bare butts. The apple does not fall far from the tree! "Now you know," they say.

But even Momma still gets spanked from time to time by my handsome hubby, and I still love it. Our activities are a bit constrained with the kids around, but Mom and Dad occasionally take 'em all for a sleepover, which they love, and that lets me and Mark get freaky.

So there you have it, my history with spanking. Spanking was a really huge part of my life, and it still is, and I thank God for it!

Real-Life! Cleaning Lady Embarrassment!

Something happened yesterday in the real world I need to share! Naughty David got very humiliated by me in front of our Filipina cleaning lady, Maria.

I didn't go all the way but I went far enough. I guess I had a residual concern about how she might react, but she was great and I had green lights all the way.

We've had the same Filipina cleaning lady for a decade now. She comes by once a week and spends a good half-day rotating through whatever needs cleaning. She's really great. She's educated and was a nurse assistant of some sort in the Philippines before immigrating. We pay her comparatively well, and we kept her on all through Covid under the table when most of her other clients didn't, which she really appreciated. She always dutifully wore a mask, not on our insistence.

Her English is accented and lilting, and a bit broken, even after so many years. She lives in a Filipino community and they speak Filipino amongst themselves a lot. She's a Christian and attends a Filipino Christian church regularly. She's always super friendly and upbeat.

She does know about our kinks, but has never mentioned them. She knows which underwear drawer the 2XL panties go in, and when we're careless leaving spanking implements around (you get that way after a while!), she always tidies them. I once had David print out glossy photos of a man being spanked over a woman's knee and had him leave it casually there. And she's seen porn of a similar nature in the bedside drawers (plus lubes and strap-on harnesses and clean dildos and such!). I don't think she knows about our switching, I'm pretty sure she thinks he's always on the receiving end, as in real life I'm the more Dommy one and he the more henpecked for the most part.

But we trust her intimately. She's known about this for years and it has never come back to bite us in any way. And David swears he gets a little grin from her each time they interact. I gather the Filipino culture is pretty tolerant of kinks, what with their sex tourism and ladyboys and all.

Anyhoo, David was taking Friday off after a pretty gruelling travel schedule. He and I woke pretty early and we were sitting in the couch in the living room with our feet up on the coffee table, drinking our morning coffees and surfing the news on our tablets. I was dressed in loose fitting casual clothes. He was in these red checked morning pajamas he wears.

At around 8am we hear the side door open. It's our cleaning lady, Maria, letting herself in. Friday mornings is her time for us. She calls out in her cheery lilting voice, "Hello David, Julie!"

"Hi, Maria!" we both call out.  She pops her head in and we make a bit of smalltalk. Then she heads to the basement to get her supplies and such. We hear her coming up and then going into the kitchen to start there.

"Oh!  Nice floor, all sticky!" she calls out.

We had just had beautiful new hardwood floors put in not so long ago, and Maria and I had conferred at length on the right cleaning products to use to keep it in great shape, and she was so careful about those floors and cared for them so well. This was a blow!

Okay, let me stop there and rewind a bit and explain what I found out later had happened. Late the night before David was watching a TV show after I had an unusually early night. He went down to the kitchen and used the Sodastream to bubble up some water.

Then he went to mix in some lemonade flavour into the bottle. This one.

When he poured it in it was unusually bubbly and it instantly frothed all up and out of the Sodastream bottle, spewing like a volcano. I've had this happen to me as well. It's a bit unpredictable, but it's best to have the cap at the ready to contain it after mixing. Well, he didn't and it spewed. He got a cloth and paper towels and cleaned it all up off the counter. It gets sticky from the syrup. But, or so he says, it was a bit dark and he didn't notice that it had spilled down the cabinet and onto the floor as well.

So, as soon as Maria says, "Oh!  Nice floor, all sticky!" he instantly knows that he is to blame.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," he calls out. "That must have been me. I was mixing pop last night and it frothed over. I thought I cleaned it all up..."

"Oh, Mr. David! So bad!" she said. Then, thinking maybe she had been disrespectful, corrected it to. "No, just joking, but so bad!"

But as he said this, Mr. The Grand Seigneur didn't even get up from the couch! His attitude was "she's the cleaning lady, she'll clean it, right?". WRONG!

Yes, so my husband is a Big Executive at work and his minions do things for him all day long, but this is unacceptable. I was offended by his attitude, and the thought that he had gotten "too big for his britches" immediately came to mind. Though I wasn't even in kink mode at all at this point. I was just legit embarrassed and offended.

I shook my head and went into the kitchen and Maria looked genuinely upset. It was a sticky mess indeed, spread quite far all over. I don't know how he possibly could have missed it, no matter how dark it was! The cabinet and handles were also sticky! So unacceptable! And Maria's upset was not really about David, or even the extra work, but about what it meant for the floor we had been so careful about.

I went right back to the living room, still not yet in kink mode, and scolded him. He looked very sheepish. Very little boy caught with hand in cookie jar. Perhaps reacting to this at some subconscious level, I reached out and grabbed his ear intending to drag him into the kitchen to show him the extent of his mess.

But as soon as I touched his ear, kink mode turned on. Honestly, up to then my reactions had been 100% non-kinky legit angry wife. But the physical action of taking his ear sort of snapped me out of it and the kinky possibilities danced into my mind. He had, inadvertently (legitimately so), set up the perfect witnessed domestic discipline scene.

I certainly didn't let that stop me. Both the real anger and upset merged with the kink as I grabbed him, by his ear mind, and dragged him into the kitchen.

Maria did not even seem surprised as I dragged him in.

"Look at that! Just look at that! Do you expect Maria to clean that? Do you?"

David dared not say that he did. 

"You're going to be cleaning it!" I said. He blushed so strongly.

Maria blushed a bit as well and said, "no, no, I clean, I clean."

I started brainstorming how to clean it. You weren't to use water on the floor. "I think we should use a bit of soap and water to get off the worst of the sticky stuff, and dry as we go, and then you can use the cleaning fluid after." Maria agreed.

Maybe David thought my "we" referred to Maria and I. Oh no. "we" referred to him!

He stood there not knowing what to do. He still didn't even offer to help. He says now he was too embarrassed to at that point. I had ear-dragged him to where he was, so he was not about to leave without me dismissing him.

Maria had a rectangular blue bucket with various cleaning supplies and a sponge inside. I took out the cleaning supplies and sponge, put a couple of inches of warm water in the bottom with some mild dish detergent, threw the sponge in, and handed the bucket to David.

"Go ahead," I said. He looked soooooo embarrassed! Ha ha! Maria had an actual grin on her face. He knelt down on his hands and knees and started scrubbing.

I handed him a dry dish towel. "Just a bit at a time then dry it off."

He started doing that, sponging about a square foot, then drying it off, the moving on into an overlapping square foot, drying that off, and do on.

Maria was still just standing there, watching. She had the magimop with the wood floor cleaner ready to go for after David was done, and she waited patiently.

As he was scrubbing, wiggling his butt in the air, I, literally could not resist.

I reached down and gave him a swat to his pajama's backside, and not a light one!

"Bad boy!" I said.

Maria could only laugh out loud.

"Very bad boy," she agreed with a broad grin.

Taking this as encouragement, I upped the ante a bit, being careful to not offend Maria at all.

He was facing her, on his hands and knees, scrubbing, his butt 180 degrees away from her facing me. I stooped to one side of him, my back towards Maria, lowered his pajama pant at the waist to just below his butt cheek, more sort of mid cheek on one side, low-mid on the other, and spanked the more exposed cheek once, then pulled his pajama right back up again. Maria had not seen any (or at least, much) skin, maybe just the very top of his butt where it blends into his low back.

She laughed again.

Oh, there were so many green lights! But in the moment, you know, you want to err far, far on the safe side, and I had not thought this out at all, it was all spontaneous, so that was the extent of it. He finished his cleaning after I pointed out the cabinet face and handle he still needed to do.

He stood up, his hands were crossed in front of his crotch. More a posture of contrition and embarrassment, but I knew he was also hiding at least the start of a chubby.

Spontaneously he said, "I'm really sorry, Maria, I would never have left it had I known. I should have known. Sorry."

"Be more careful!" she sort of mock-scolded with her index finger. "Nice floors." She was smiling as she said this.

"You can go back to what you were doing," I said, dismissing him.

"Okay, thanks. Sorry, Julie..." and he went back into the living room.

"That will teach him a good lesson," I said to Maria, conspiratorilly.

"Yes. Good lesson," she agreed.

I then whispered to her, "I'll give him a proper spanking after you're gone."

Maria smiled but didn't say anything. We both knew I was referring to our kink now, and she didn't engage at all there, so I let it drop. I think it was understood that everything before had also been a bit of our kinky personalities, but it was so very justified that it was okay in that context, and had not gone too far.

So, after writing this, I guess I did, yes, stop at the right spot.

Of course, after she left...

Oh yes! I had David across my knee and used the rubber paddle to blister his sorry little bottom.

All the while I scolded him for his carelessness and his entitled attitude. I told him that might play at work, but here at home I expect good grace and humility, and how dare he even dream of sitting on that couch while Maria cleans his mess? He didn't have a lot to say except apologies.

I told him that by all rights he should have been receiving this spanking while Maria was still in the house. In fact, she should have been allowed to watch it.

I stood him up and he rubbed his poor little cheeks.

Then I put him nose-to-wall in the bedroom with his bare buns on display. I asked him to imagine what he would feel like if Maria was cleaning our room, changing the bedsheets, taking the laundry, coming back and putting it away, all around him as he snivelled in his corner showing off his spanked behind, because THAT'S WHAT HE DESERVED!

Ha ha!

Ok, so, debrief.

At the time he cleaned the counter he thought it was mainly water, not sticky mess, so once he got it all off the counter, and it didn't seem sticky at the time, he didn't turn on the light and spend a lot more time looking for more spilled "water". Do we believe him? I guess so, because it makes it no less silly and no less deserving of punishment to not understand that sugary soda leaves a sticky reside, am I right?

He was very, very, very embarrassed to be scolded in front of Maria and then on his hands and knees cleaning in front of our cleaning lady. He does consider himself to be "greater than" in some sense, and he genuinely thanked me for reminding him and humbling him.

He sort of expected the first smack on his clothed butt, but it made him more embarrassed notwithstanding. He DID NOT think I would go so far as I did in briefly lowering his pajamas for a hand on bare skin spank, and was surprised by that. At that point he didn't know if I'd go further and give him a real spanking within earshot or in front of Maria, but either way he was game.

He did have a bit of a chubby as he stood, hence the hands in front. Neither of us knows if Maria noticed that or not. Personally, I think she did. She's a smart woman, and knows what we're into (even if we've never spoken about it) so I think she must have figured it must have had an effect like that on him. I know she finds us a cute couple, and is never scandalized by what she's seen, so I think she's pretty sex-positive when it comes to a properly married couple doing whatever. All very Christian that.

Regardless, am expecting more smirky-smirks directed at David from her next time they greet, the way a bride might get gently smirked at on the morning after.

And, don't worry, my kitchen floor still looks fine. Phew!

What do you guys think. Too far? Not far enough? Just right?

My AI Writing Process

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

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

I went on to write two Amazon Kindle books

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

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

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

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

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

"A beautiful naked blonde 25 year old woman"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fiction: The Best Boy (F/M)

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

1. FL1 May 2024 at 07:58

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

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

The Best Boy

Chapter 1: Anticipation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He approached her bedroom and quietly knocked.

Chapter 2: Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hands at your sides, young man.”

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

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

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

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

"This is long overdue, young man."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3: Aftermath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4: Discovery

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5: The Week of Good Behaviour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 6: Intimate Preparation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come closer, Jackson," she commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 7: The Gentle Spanking

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FIN

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