Penis Cake Party and New House Rules for Spanking

Marc here.  Sorry for the delay in posting lately.


First an update on a couple of recent posts and then I will talk about a few other new adventures we've had lately.  Hopefully they will be entertaining. 


One thing I recently learned was there was a bit of fallout - funny actually - after Liza spanked me within earshot of her neighbors.  One busybody down the hall was scandalized by it (every place has at least one busybody who just can't mind their own business).  She complained to management and accused Liza of being "violent."  So the next day Liza was called into the manager's office to talk about it.  The manager is a nice man probably in his late 50s - plenty old enough to remember the days when spanking within a family was common.


He told her of the complaint without accusing her of doing anything wrong.  Liza simply said, "It was a private family matter.  It was taken care of and the subject is closed as far as I am concerned."  He just smiled and thanked her for the explanation.  He probably had a boner - LOL.  In any case, he did not scold her or threaten her with anything.  I am sure he was told by someone that Liza previously said to the neighbors "If he is going to act like a little boy he will be treated like one."  I don't know if he approved or disapproved but was satisfied with Liza's explanation to him. 


Another update is with regard to Julie's dare and our delay in doing it.  A few weeks ago I badly sliced my thumb on my right hand requiring several stitches.  Of course, having a right hand in good working order is necessary to the requirements of the dare.  So we had to delay it until my thumb healed.  I am happy to report it is healing nicely and it won't be long now before all systems are go.  We fully intend on doing it - and hopefully soon.


Now on to the new stuff.  We had a private family party to celebrate one full year of my forced nudity and my victory overcoming my shyness.  We also instituted a brand new house rule with regard to punishment spankings - and it is a significant one.
 

It has now been a full year that I have been forced by my family (not just Cleo) to be naked at home at all times.  The reasons for this are many and varied, but for context please take a bit of time on read the context from our post called Forced Nudity.

As the prior linked post explains, one of the primary reasons was the necessity of me overcoming my lifelong OCD crippling shyness.  I am forever grateful to my loving family for interceding on my behalf and, essentially, saving me from myself.  The solution was simple and common-sense in itself - at least to non-vanilla people.  The simple solution was to just be naked in front of others around the house.  Jump into the deep end of the pool until the water feels warmer.  Makes sense to me, intellectually.  Practically speaking, considering my shyness...that wouldn't happen if it was up to me alone - ever.  That's why my wife and family forced me. 

Under Cleo's leadership and guidance (and careful explanation) every member of the family consented to her approach to this problem.  They consented at first, and insisted upon it shortly afterward.   I had no choice, which was the exact right solution to my problem.

Crap.  Before I knew it, I was entirely naked - in front of everyone.  At first the water was deep and cold.  I didn't like it.  It was embarrassing.  I squirmed and cheated the new rules as much as possible during the first few months. 

Cleo decided that I had to be kept nude in our home among our family for an entire year.  Intellectually I understood and agreed with that logic, not that she cared about what I understood or agreed to.  I had zero choice.  Especially once our adult daughters and her mother piled on.  None of them cared in the least what I wanted at the time because what I wanted would have been self-destructive to me.  Crudely stated they wanted to see my dick out in the open and not hidden - not for any sexual reason, but rather because they wanted me to face my own fears and insecurities about my body. 

So, within our home, I have been naked for an entire year.

It is now time to take the training wheels off and see if I can do this "thing" on my own without being forced to STOP my shyness around my own family.

Cleo has granted my freedom but is keeping me on "double secret probation" at the same time.  Can I do it?  I think so, but only time will tell. 

Of course, Cleo reserves the right to declare any given day, week, month, whatever, "naked time" for me even if I pass the test.  Isn't she awesome?

There are two issues I'd like to address straight up in this post: were there any embarrassing or adventurous moments during this last year related to my forced nudity, and within our family now that we are far more open about certain aspects of our lifestyle...and,secondly, are our adult daughters now aware of our kink? 

Both of those are fair questions.

As for the first question, I am sorry (actually I am relieved) to say there have been no embarrassing adventures with regard to my nudity.  Our immediate family accepts it and expects it.  There can be (in theory) only two scenarios that would cause embarrassment: a boner in front of my kids and/or being caught naked by an unexpected houseguest.  Neither happened.

When it comes to an erection in front of family members I realize that sometimes these things can happen since the male body is the male body and sometimes the dick has a mind of its own even without any outside or obvious stimulation.  Boners happen.  In this case, it never happened - THANK GOODNESS!!!  Our philosopy is simple in theory: if an erection just happens and it is seen by others, then little will be said about it other than it is natural...then it will, hopefully, go away on its own - and quickly.  That said, if I feel the onset of one, then I will simply walk away to another room until the beast subsides.  As to the scenario whereby it is in a semi-erect state the real question becomes if it should be something that is discretely hidden or if it should be allowed to be what it is...that also depends on its relative state of being considering the given situation.  Bottom line: we don't need to advertise it but nature is nature so it doesn't necessarily (keyword) have to be hidden either.

As to the kink question and if our daughters are aware of it.  They are semi-aware of a few things but not everything and that is fine by us.  They are adults now and it is difficult to keep everything hidden, but we don't openly flaunt or discuss our kinky lifestyle.  They are unaware of this blog.


Now it is time to celebrate as a family our collective victory.  We decided to bake a Penis Cake and have a real party.


As a side note I strongly felt it was high time that I was honest with my own mother and my youngest sister about my previous shyness problem and about my forced nudity.  I had never told either of them about any of this and was terrified to tell them.  But I am SO very tired of hiding who I really am when it comes to the people I love the most. 


So I gathered my courge and made the phone call to my mother.  We talked for hours and I told her EVERYTHING about my nudity and how I have come to enjoy living a nudist lifestyle at home.  I was afraid she would think less of me or less of Cleo for it.  By the end of the call she said it was by far the most interesting discussion she ever had her entire life!  She was entirely loving, supportive, and actually thinks more highly of us for it.  She was touched I had to guts to tell her and be this open and honest about it.  Cleo forcing me was seen by her to be a good thing and necessary - she approved 100%.  Don't I have an awesome mom?

I invited her to the Penis Cake party and she said if she lived closer and had a car she would.  She said this knowing I would be naked at the time even though the last time she saw me naked was when I was only 10.  She wants to see pictures, though.  LOL.


My mother also started talking like a bit of a Domme herself and made it VERY clear that from now on I will wear shorts to family picnics - no more long pants ever.  She "forbids it" (her exact words).  She also told me that from now on I WILL wear a bathing suit and go swimming in front of the whole family when we are at the beach together.  I am NOT permitted to be shy any longer around her or anyone else in the family. 

When I visit her place she doesn't want to see me naked (she isn't ready for that yet) but I will be made to wear boxer shorts and maybe a t-shirt.  I spend a weekend with her every few months.  I will be allowed to sleep in the nude and she wants the bedroom door to be open.  I can change my clothes or undress in the room but the door must remain open and I cannot be shy.  She won't watch but I have to allow her the opportunity to do so if she so desires or happens to walk by the open doorway.  These are her new house rules. 


She also insisted that I tell my sister everything about my nudity too.  Gulp.  Another scary phone call.  That phone call went exactly the same as the call to my mother.  She, too, was loving and supportive.  I invited her to the party too but her schedule was already full so she politely declined.  She wants pictures too!

I have to admit it was like a giant burden was lifted to be able to expose (no pun intended) the truth of who I really am to my mom and sister.  Trust me, I got weepy with joy talking to them.  I have such a wonderful family.

So...the party.  Here is the cake:

            
Notice the little trophies.  Nice touch, huh?


Cleo thought it would be funny to give the cake blue balls.  Liza claimed one ball, our daughter claimed the other one.  Cleo claimed the dickhead.  All I got was the shaft.  LOL.


Our youngest daughter was unable to attend, so it was just Cleo, Liza, our eldest daughter, and me.


I was naked, of course, and Cleo decided to be nude too in keeping with the spirit of the occasion.  We put on loud salsa music and poured a few drinks.


It was the daughter's contribution to take plenty of pictures.  It seemed a bit odd to have a duaghter take naked pictures of me, but it was a party and nothing was sexual, so why not?  She had a lot of fun.


Along the way Cleo and I started slow dancing to the music - both naked - while Liza watched smiling and daughter taking a video of it.  It was sweet.

        

Here I am just before we cut the cake.

Here I am enjoying a beverage.  Yes, I have a 70s porn star mustache (although I like to think it makes Tom Selleck and me look like identical twins - LOL).  That is the most I will ever show of my face on the blog, but you can get an idea of what I look like.

For the very last photo daughter took she wanted me to strike a "triumphant" pose.  You can't see all of it because I had to crop the picture for the blog, but she was happy with the photo and the pose.


Toward the end of the party Cleo thought it would be funny for daughter and Liza to see me do naked jumping jacks.  Daughter took the video and all three were roaring in laughter watching my dick flop up and down.  We can't share it here, but maybe we'll do it again down the road with a "from the shoulders down" view so it can be shared on the blog.


After that, Cleo was tired and had to get some sleep and the party was over.


However, that did not end everything - not by a long shot.  And Cleo made a second appearace later.


As briefly mentioned Cleo made a significant change to our house rules when it comes to disciplinary spanking.  I was commanded to explain the new rules to our daughter after the party.


First I will share the new rules to you, then the reason for then, then how daughter reacted to them, and finally what actually happened after the rules were explained.


From now on when I have earned a spanking for bad behavior they will no longer be done in private and we will no longer send the girls out of the house beforehand.


Spanking of this sort will be done in the open and usually in the living room no matter who happens to be home at the time or present to witness it.  Nobody is forced to watch but they are welcome to if they want.


Cleo will sit on the couch and I will be brought before her and stripped naked if I am not already naked.  I will be scolded and everyone will be told the reason for the spanking.  If I have an erection (sometimes I have one before a spanking but not always) that is too bad for me.  I should not have put myself in that position to begin with and I lose all rights to privacy.  If there is an erection it will be commented on and I cannot hide it - it will futher humiliate me. 


Then I will be given a good sound spanking until my butt is red.  If I am brought to tears it is all the better as far as Cleo is concerned.  Then I will be stood up, scolded some more and sent to the corner so my red butt will be on display for a set amount of time.  Afterwards, I am not allowed clothing for as long as my butt is red even if it takes more than a day.


The focus is to make the punishment just that - a real punishment that adds humiliation into the mixture.


Of course, I did not just blurt this out to our daughter.  Rather, I went to great lengths to explain the reasons for it.


Our kids are grown adults and have been aware since they were young that Cleo spanks me from time to time.  We never openly talked about it, but they knew and often made snide little jokes about it.  Knowing this about us never scarred them nor did they ever ask about it or object to it. 


Cleo and I decided that it was time we were open and honest with them about it, especially since it would not surprise them in the least. 


I explained that corporal punishment between adults is not rare.  I told her the shocking truth that 15 years ago her mother came close to divorcing me due to my unruly behavior.  It was very close and it was only when we started spanking that my behavior changed and I became the kind of man, husband, and father she could live with.  We grew closer together as a married couple and it saved our marriage.


Our daughter listened with rapt attention.  She did not know we had almost divorced.  I went on to explain that we continue to use spanking when necessary.


Lately it has become increasingly necessary because Cleo wants to root out my most serious character flaw: procrastination.  I am really bad at it and have been my whole life.  This got my daughter's attention.  I gave her several recent examples and how my procrastination affected the whole family.  I reminded her, "Remember when this happened and it caused difficulty for us?  Well, it happened because I did not take care of business when I should have.  I procrastinated."  I gave her a half dozen recent examples.  She agreed.


I went on to explain how spanking did not solve that issue for us in the past.  Why not?  It was because we were hiding our spanking activities from the rest of the family because we were afraid it would "scar" them when they were younger.  So we would have to schedule punishments way in advance until we were able to send the kids to grandma's place or whatever.  Sometimes weeks in advance.  By the time the spanking actually happened, Cleo was no longer angry about it and we just went through the motions. 


Basically all these years I had no real consequences for my procrastintion other than being yelled at by an angry wife.  Yelling does not work for me.  I blow it off.  My daughter understood that too.  Spanking does work but only when it is immediate and not scheduled.  Strike while the iron is hot - while Cleo is hot with anger.  That made sense to the daughter too.


Cleo and I are tired of hiding this worst kept secret ever from our kids.  We want to - we need to - spank for discplinary purposes at the time of the infraction itself.  That is why, I explained, we will no longer send them out of the house days after the fact.  To her, this also made perfect sense and she had no problem with it.  In fact, once I reminded her of how often my procrastination affected her and her sister - she was all in favor of it.  After all, it wasn't her butt that would get reddened.  LOL.


Just as the family joined together - united as one - to force my nudity to save me from myself,  here is a new "family" project for us to unite on.  I include myself in this because I actually do want to improve as a person and want to rid myself of this flaw.


Suddenly the light bulb went off in her head and she understood why we were changing the house rules and including the whole family in this effort. 


I went on and explained the value of humiliation and how it would hasten positive results, which is another reason why the spankings would not only be immediate (not scheduled) but also public before the family.  She "got it" and smiled.  She made several comments along the way that were understanding and supportive.  It was flattering to her that we were willing to include her and her sister in this process especially since nobody is being forced to witness anything if they don't want to.  All they have to do is go to their room and crank up some music really loud.  LOL.  But we aren't going to hide any more.


So she agreed without any qualms and thought this was a good family project.  I explained to her that we chose the day of the Penis Cake party to start this new rule.  The party served as a "bridge" between one project to the next one.  She smiled and agreed it was appropriate.


Lastly, I explained one more detail.  I told her that I had already earned a spanking for a couple of recent things that her mother had yet had a chance to spank me for.  Cleo decided that this would be the catalyst for the first public spanking if our daughters agreed to it (we don't and won't impose anything on them of this nature without their consent).  I confessed my past recent misdeeds and she immediately remembered them as they affect her too.  I told her that this would be the first and last time I would be spanked for something done in the past.  From now on, all spankings will be for things in the present.  But I still had to suffer consequences for what I had done (or not done as is the case with procrastination).  She was all in and said that I should be spanked for it.


As a side note: Liza already knew all about the new house rules and sat a few feet away listening to the whole conversation between the two of us.  She did not say a word but sat there grinning and enjoyed listening to the real loving and heartfelt discussion.  She was beaming (and looking forward to the spanking part).        


So I went into the bedroom and told Cleo (she was still awake) that I had "the talk" and it had gone even better than hoped for.  This made Cleo very happy and she told me to prepare for a spanking - our first ever public one.


We knew Liza would watch, we still didn't know if daughter would or not.  After all, it is one thing to speak in theory, but another thing to actually experience it.  Let's just say Liza told me later that during the whole spanking she and daughter kept exchanging glances and both giggled the whole time.


Cleo, still butt naked from the party, sat on the couch and ordered me to bring the hairbrush and stand before her.


Holy crap!!!  Here was the moment of truth.  I was acutely aware that Liza and daughter had front row seats.  It was the daughter watching thing that made me extra nervous.  But I had to put my money where my mouth was (or my bare butt actually, instead of money). 


Holy double crap!!!  I am so used to having a boner before a spanking that my fucking dick - that has a mind of its own - started to get hard as I stood before Cleo about to be scolded.    I was very pissed off at my dick.  Still am.


Cleo took full advantage and quickly and loudly commented on my semi-erection.  Really???  This is really happening???  It was even more humiliating than I thought it would be.  Liza and daughter giggled like schoolgirls.  During "the talk" we hadn't really talked about erections except in passing, so this part came out of the blue for her.


But Cleo did not give a shit and was glad she had something to work with to further my humiliation. 


Before I knew it I was over Cleo's knee and the spanking began for real.  Now, we have a very large dog.  He weighs more than me and is protective.  Up until now he had been sleeping unaware of what was unfolding.  At the sound of the first swat he was at my side, very excited (in a bad way) and jumping all around.  Note to self: from now on we have another new house rule - the dog MUST be taken outside before there is a spanking.  LOL.


Anyway, he "saved" me from a real ass-beating.  We just couldn't do it.  I was swatted about a dozen times with her hand (a light token spanking) and sent to the corner while the dog calmed down.  Was it a token spanking?  Sure.  We knew it, but at least it was a chance to start the process slowly without freaking out our daughter along the way.  Maybe it was a good thing.


Daughter was given the task of watching the clock to release me from corner time.  In the meantime I was in the corner with a pink, not red, butt on display and the ladies had lots of giggles and comments over what had just happened.

I was eventually released and Cleo went back to bed - VERY happy that from now on she can spank me anytime she wants for whatever reason.  Liza watched TV and daughter spent time on the computer as is usual.  Things returned to normal and life went on.


Between the party and the public spanking my mind was all over the place.  But I was once again reminded and amazed at the awesomeness that is my family.  My heart explodes with love for all of them whether it is my mother and sister for accepting my nudity, to my wife, Liza, and daughter for embracing the new house rules.  I am one lucky man.

Now...I have to explain all of this to our youngest daughter.  LOL.  Luckily, she has the most Domme-like personality of all of them and it isn't even close.  We'll see how it goes.

Marc





   
 







     

Embarrassment vs Humiliation: Liza "Outs" Marc to Her Neighbors

Marc here.  We want to complete our recent "dares"as quickly as possible.  We're serious about it.  That's the fun of it.  After all, why bother playing Truth or Dare if no truth is ever told or no dare is ever done?  So we want to do the dares or else it is just pretend nonsense.

We decided early on that the first dare to complete is the dare from Strict Julie Spanks.  Her dare requires the cooperation of a third party, namely my mother-in-law, Liza.  Considering it is my MIL there are some boundaries to consider (thank God!) even though she has recently discovered her own inner Domme.  She's a Domme, but at the same time she is still a newbie to this lifestyle so there are limits.  There are challenges but not anything beyond the possible.  The dare is a perfect storm of pushing the envelope while not risking going to jail or a trip to the hospital. 

For new readers, what was her dare?

Cleo should set the rule that you may not surf vanilla porn at all, such as "big breasted college girls", or whatever else regular men enjoy. Femdom porn is fine for you, and encourages the correct mindset, but you should not be looking at porn where women are degraded in any way shape or form - including simply being put on display for men's amusement - that must be the rule. You likely have violated this rule sometime in the past, or perhaps even continue to do so now?

The next time Liza is around, Cleo should explain her new rule and you should be spanked soundly by both of them for past misbehaviour in this regard. You should be made to stare at a printout of a typical offending image as you suffer through this punishment.

Then, to truly make the lesson sink in, by which I mean exactly how shameful this behavior is, you should be required to masturbate in front of Liza and Cleo as you fixate on that image. Be sure that afterwards Cleo makes you lick up your nasty spunk and swallow every last drop of it as Liza watches.

Of course, if you cannot "perform" as a man, you should be made to dress in one of your famous crotchless panties (slut!) and endure a good hard paddling while being made to clutch your useless penis and testicles in your naughty hands.


Wow, that is a heck of a dare.  The difficult part would be for Liza to agree to such a thing as she simply does not see humiliation in anything other than a bad light.  In other words she would not object so much to seeing me naked (been there - done that -  a million times) or with an erection (been there too).  Watching me masturbate as a form of punishment would be new territory for all of us.  Would she do it?  Not if it was simply sexual in nature.  She'd, rightfully, say that's a private matter.  But if it was a form of punishment that isnt purely sexual?  Then maybe...but not if it was "humiliating" to me.  She's a newbie Domme and doesn't grasp the concept of humiliation being a powerful tool of her new trade.

The other night I discovered that it is the word "humiliation" itself that bothers her.  It turns out that the word "embarrassment" is MUCH more agreeable to her.  To her "embarrassing" another person can sometimes be good harmless fun, but "humiliating" them is somewhat different.  Maybe she is right.  I don't know.  But it seems as if the key to her willing participation in the dare may hinge on whether or not it is embarrassing or humiliating to me.  Frankly, I don't distinguish much between the two except that the latter is a more extreme version of the former.

Here is how I came to understand her thoughts on the matter. 

As mentioned, one of the challenges with the dare is having Liza watching me masturbate.  What I discovered last night is that she delights in "embarrassment." She loves it when it happens to others. Sometimes it is just symantics between "humiliation" and "embarrassment", but it is important for her.

In a recent blog post I recounted the last time Liza spanked me.  See the post "Spanking By Proxy" for context. 

She is elderly and lives in a senior care facility. It is a nice place but the reality is she lives around a shit-load of older ladies and a few older men.

When I arrived at her place, knowing in advance Cleo had sent me there to be spanked, Liza was already livid and spitting nails. She lives on the second floor and has zero curtains on her windows, except in her bedroom. She stood there in the living room impatiently waiting for my arrival. Within moments she ordered me to strip and get ready for my spanking. I objected because there were no curtains PLUS she had thrown the windows wide open! So everything we did in that room at that moment was open for display both visually and audibly. I didn't like it. Not only was it personally embarrassing for me, but I worried about what her neighbors would think and that she (not me) would have to deal with the aftermath. She didn't give a shit about what anybody else thought. She was pissed and wanted me to have a sound spanking.

She shouted, really loudly, that she DID NOT CARE!!! She screamed to everyone that she was going to SPANK ME!!! I am not kidding. I was fucking mortified. Before I knew it I was naked in that room without curtains and wide open windows getting my ass beat. Loudly. I was almost brought to tears within the first swat. It was surreal especially considering it was coming from my elderly MIL in her "old folks home" within view and earshot of the entire community. When it was over I dressed and sneaked out the back door of the building so as to not see the stares of the old ladies gathering in the front lobby.

Sooooo...the other night Liza and I talked at length about that occurance. I was shocked at what she said. I didn't expect her explanation considering what I knew about her dislike for "humiliation."

She told me that after I left the building with a very red butt...slinking away to avoid any contact with others...she was confronted by several women in her building who heard everything. They heard Liza screaming "I don't care, I am going to spank your butt no matter who hears it" (actually, that is pretty much a direct quote), and then they heard the swats themselves and my reaction to the swats.

Among the ladies there was zero doubt: Liza spanked the shit out of her son-in-law. A real spanking. Like in the old days when parents spanked their kids.   They could relate to that.

The ladies gathered around Liza to learn more.   They pressed her for details.   Did you really spank him?   What did he do to deserve it?  Why did you spank him?  Was it on his bare butt?  Did you see him naked?  Did you see his privates?  Was it hard?  How big is he?  Was it fun to spank him? The questions went on and on and on.

Those questions were asked either explicitly or implicity (mainly explicitly). The bottom line is that they heard a real life bare butt spanking given to a real life adult man and that is the making of the juiciest kind of gossip ever imagined. The story went viral around the whole building.

Instantly, Liza became a rock star in the facility and I was her naked spanked bitch son-in-law.

Liza, for her part, handled all the questions well. All she did was smile and say "If he is going to act like a little boy then he is going to be treated like a little  boy." She refused to answer any more questions. She just repeated her answer time and again without saying more. Her smile said everything.

When she explained this to me I was stunned and embarrassed. I told her that it was embarrassing because I have to walk past those ladies at least once a week as I visit her or bring her groceries and so on.

Now that I know this I will feel like I am walking through a gauntlet. I can only imagine the smiles, smirks, and sneers as the ladies watch me walking past them on my way to Liza's apartment. The giggles will follow me. I am so fucked.

I expressed my horror to Liza that night. She just laughed. She's glad I am embarrassed. More than that, she doesn't give a shit in the least that her neighbors know that she spanked me.  She'd do it again in a heartbeat. 

So, Liza gets embarrassment and its value as a tool for a Domme. She just doesn't like the word "humiliation."

When I told this story to Cleo this morning her eyes grew wide and she smiled.  Now she knows the key to pulling off Julie's dare.  Avoid the word "humiliation" as that implies something negative and demeaning.  Speak of the fun of embarrassing me as a form of punishment and all will be good.

Crap - I can already feel my red butt and the taste of cum in my mouth and we haven't even done the dare yet. 

Obviously, what happens in the script of our minds might be very different than what happens later in real life - Liza is a free spirit and hasn't read the script.  Time will tell - and we'll share the rest of the story as it plays out.

Truth And Consequences

Hello readers,


Marc here.

Cleo and I want to thank everyone who reads our blog - we are blown away by the number of folks who stop by to see the latest little adventures or situations I find myself embroiled in.  We want to especially thank those who commented and participated in our little "Truth Or Dare" game as per our most recent post.

Honestly, we were impressed by the quality of the dares but a little disappointed there were no truth questions, but that's the way it goes and we are NOT complaining. 

The criteria for the dares was simple by design.  The only requirements were that the dares had to be reasonable and practical.  Obviously, an unwritten criteria would be it can't be something that we already do or have done - unless there is a new twist to it.    

We also stated that we are willing to do more than one dare.  In fact, we will do all dares that fit the criteria.  It might provide us with rich material to write about on future blog posts. 

We also promised to provide an explanation as to why we will or will not be willing to accept any given dare.  I suspect our explanations will reveal a bit more about us, which is what a blog is supposed to be all about.  This is that post.

Rather than have you, the reader, have to click back and forth between this post and the dares published in the last post I will simply copy and paste them here and then follow that with our decision and commentary.

So here goes...

The first dare came from "Nancy":

"Dare: Cleo demands that Marc endure 2 weeks of "honor system" chastity. During this 2 weeks, she requires daily oral worship while his mandhood is tucked back between his legs and held in place by a tight panty girdle.

This would be a display of submission. Succeeding would result in the orgasm method of his choice. Failing would result in one week of wearing bra and panty to work."

First off, nice to hear from you again Nancy.  It's been a while.  Thanks for the dare.

At first gance we were inclined to say no because this isn't much different than what we've done in the past.  However, what caught our eye was the whole panty girdle thing (while performing daily oral worship).  The oral worship thing is something we love to do, but the panty girdle twist would be new.  That we haven't done.  We don't own one yet, but I suspect Cleo will enjoy taking me shopping for one.  That should make you happy.

Another thing that caught Cleo's eye was the punishment for failing.  Of course, until recently, I was forced to wear panties to work daily.  But never a bra.  Again, I don't own one and I can foresee a second apparel item to buy on the shopping trip.

It isn't too far out there for us and it is reasonable and practical.  We can't see a reason to not accept the dare.  Truthfully, the worst part for me will be the 2 week chastity requirement (which we've done before - that part is not new).  So...we accept your dare.

Next is from a reader named "didon":

"Liza admits to being really turned on domming Marc. Cleo orders Marc to orally pleasure Liza. He does as told. Not only does Liza orgasm repeatedly but Cleo masturbates as well while watching. Marc who is in chastity is utterly humiliated both because he must give sexual pleasure to his mother in law and also because against his will he is perversely aroused."

I want to be careful how I comment on this dare. 

I need to state from the beginning that I never meant to give anyone the impression that Liza was turned on sexually by domming me.  If she is, both Cleo and I are utterly unaware of it.  Her excitement comes more from being empowered to exert her inner-domme regardless of who the sub is.  It is the "empowerment" aspect of being a domme after a lifetime of having to supress that urge that trips her trigger (which may or may not be sexual, but knowing her as we do, we agree it is non-sexual in nature).  Don't get me wrong, there is no doubt she enjoys the show of seeing a real life naked man in her presence and she gets a kick out of paddling me when her dander is up...but...to her this isn't a sex thing.  To her it is a power and self-confidence thing within the context of providing punishment when it is due.  What we hope is she will next experience and enjoy is the joy of D/s within a playful context.  That's next.  And this quest to incorporate playfulness into Liza's journey will likely constitute a few blog posts in the near future.

But for us to do this dare would require her consent, of course.  And Cleo's.

That being said, I have to say your dare is any sub's wet dream.  To put it crudely, the idea of eating out another Domme while MY Domme, my beautiful Bride, masturbates while watching is a TOTALLY hot scenario.  But it is more in the realm of fantasy and not real life (at least in our lives at this point of our journey - if ever). 

The thing here is that Cleo would never allow it, nor would Liza, nor would I.  Granted, if both of them demanded I do this, I would have to do it.  But that'll never happen.  As hot as it would be to live out this kind of fantasy in real life (depending on who the other Domme is), I would have a hard time going down on my MIL.  Cleo would never ever ever ever allow it, nor would Liza.  It just ain't gonna happen. 

Sorry but this dare is a no go.  It's a hot fantasy in general (if it involves a different Domme than Cleo's mom) and never say never in general (with a different Domme), but in this case, we will say never.  Sorry but thanks again for the dare - it was both hot and not so hot considering the Liza thing.    

Next was a dare from a special guest to our blog: Strict Julie Spanks.  If you haven't checked out her blog yet you are missing out.  She is on our blogroll so stop reading this and make a bee-line to her blog.  It's that good. 

Here is Julie's dare:

"I think the relationship you have with Cleo and Liza is wonderful. Liza I'm sure is like Sue [side note from Marc, Julie is referring to her sister who is on a similar journey that Liza is on], she enjoys domming you, but does not want in any way to get entangled in your and Cleo's sex life. I'm sure if the punishment fit the crime, having you masturbate in front of Liza would be fine.


On that note, here is my dare for you, if you choose to pick it.


Cleo should set the rule that you may not surf vanilla porn at all, such as "big breasted college girls", or whatever else regular men enjoy. Femdom porn is fine for you, and encourages the correct mindset, but you should not be looking at porn where women are degraded in any way shape or form - including simply being put on display for men's amusement - that must be the rule. You likely have violated this rule sometime in the past, or perhaps even continue to do so now?


The next time Liza is around, Cleo should explain her new rule and you should be spanked soundly by both of them for past misbehaviour in this regard. You should be made to stare at a printout of a typical offending image as you suffer through this punishment.


Then, to truly make the lesson sink in, by which I mean exactly how shameful this behavior is, you should be required to masturbate in front of Liza and Cleo as you fixate on that image. Be sure that afterwards Cleo makes you lick up your nasty spunk and swallow every last drop of it as Liza watches.


Of course, if you cannot "perform" as a man, you should be made to dress in one of your famous crotchless panties (slut!) and endure a good hard paddling while being made to clutch your useless penis and testicles in your naughty hands.


Would that work? ;-)"

Will that work?  To Cleo and me the answer is "hell yes!!!"  We hope it can happen but everything revolves around Liza and where she is at.  You hit the nail on the head with regard to Liza and Sue being similar in not wanting to be entangled in our sex lives.  I suspect you are like us...when it comes to third parties you take what you can get and you never push it too much when it comes to a loved one.  At least the third parties like Sue and Liza are having a LOT of fun along the way and in a way they never ever expected.  That's a good thing for everyone. 

So...about the dare.  Can it be done?  We'd like to try.  In fact, we will try.  We accept the dare if Liza cooperates.

You are right that it will depend on if she perceives that doing this would be a punishment fitting of the crime.  If the crime is objectifying women, then the punishment should be the objectifying of myself.  Right now she will think it is just a sexual reward for me rather than understanding the Domme and humiliation aspect.  Helping her to understand that just because something is pleasurable (like an orgasm) does not mean that it is outside the D/s dynamic involving empowerment for the Domme and humiliation for the sub.  If she can grasp the deeper aspects and can connect the dots, then this dare will certainly become reality.  It might take time and patience, but it can probably be done. 

As for my vanilla porn activities...well I have long found vanilla porn to be boring.  Long before we entered this lifestyle.  I quite agree with you - there is a distinction between vanilla porn in which very often the images objectify and degrade women whereas D/s images do the exact opposite.  Vanilla folks won't get the distinction, but that is their problem. 

Have I viewed vanilla porn in the past?  Of course.  Do I still view them?  Rarely but I cannot say never.  Heck...sometimes the women are hot and I can't help it.  But it really isn't often I do this.  When I do, I quickly become bored.  I mean really...seeing some cock sliding in and out of a supposedly horny (hah!) pussy/mouth/asshole for minute after minute is somewhat tedious.  For the most part I just don't care.  My real life sex with my Bride is so much hotter and real.  I don't need vanilla porn to get my jollies.  But I sometimes view it for giggles.

Another nice touch to this dare is that Julie added penalties for not performing.  I suspect I'll be able to perform (in theory - LOL), but something tells me that there will be a day, aside from this dare, when the two of them force me to wear my "famous" crotchless panties during a spanking with me holding my useless penis and testicles.

I asked a follow-up question: for how long would I have to refrain from vanilla porn?

Here was her reply:

"Well, if you absolutely cannot resist THAT sort of thing, then so long as you keep Cleo informed re your vanilla surfing habits, and expect that she may choose to punish you, that would be good enough."

Lucky for me I am ordinarily able to resist that sort of thing.  But for those times when I stray off the path, this seems like a reasonable solution in that it is totally at Cleo's discretion - it'll keep me on my toes but might allow me a bit of leeway at the same time.

Next we come to another very good dare.  It is from a long time reader and occasional commenter, Sienna De Franco:

"the dare:

I dare you to wear a corset and a garter belt and stockings to work, for a week. WITH your balls tied in a manner for it to be just ever so slightly painful. Almost like a form of chastity where only Cleo and or Liza is allowed to take off the said chastity.

(The pain or humiliation can be a varying degree )."


This is another great dare in that it is something we've never done before, it is reasonable, practical (with a couple of caveats), and Cleo thinks it would be a hoot since she knows I will hate it on more than one level.

Is it practical?  Well... not at this time of year.  All winter long I wear baggy sweatshirts at work (or a suit if necessary from time to time).  When it is warm, as it is now, I usually wear t-shirts or thin dress shirts.  This makes wearing a corset utterly impossible for the time being.  I cannot risk my job, or career, or the well-being of the family I support just because of a dare.  I am sure Sienna, and all readers, can understand that.

To illustrate what I am talking about, here is a photo of me wearing the corset we own:

We've published this picture before in a previous post, but can you see how difficult it would be to hide a contraption like this under a thin t-shirt? 

BUT - where we live - the summers are short and winter returns with its icy grip all too soon.  I would say that by October or November at the latest I will be wearing baggy sweatshirts and hoodies to work daily.  THAT is when we can do this dare.

As for the ever so slightly painful tying of the balls...LOL...nice extra touch.

It is consensual, but is it sane and safe?  That is where we will be careful.  Cleo enjoys a bit of ball torture during playtime, but an all work-day thing is not something we've done before.  We will probably try it the first day while giving me permission to take it off if it hits the level of not-so-safe.  If it it merely slightly painful and uncomfortable...well...too bad so sad for me.  If that turns out to be the case, then maybe we can arrange a similar scenerio whereby I wear a corset by day but when I come home, Cleo and/or Liza can personally administer some form of ball torture that works for her/them.  Either way, for an entire work week I am fucked throughout the day.  Corsets at work by day, ball torture by night.

We think this might be a reasonable tweaking that embraces the spirit of the dare.  Of course, if the tying of the ball thing while wearing a corset at work turns out to not be a problem...then no further tweaking of the rules will be necessary.

Sienna, is this (potential) tweaking of the dare acceptable to you or would you like to suggest something different?

Assuming we can work out the little details, we will accept your dare.

The fifth dare comes from an anonymous commenter:

"Have Liza and Cloe use you as a footrest. Cole's barefeet on your cock while liza's are on your face as you lick them clean."

Well this is an interesting dare from left field as neither Cleo nor I have a foot fetish.  We just don't.  I don't think we ever will...that being said...there are plenty of fetishes we have now we never expected to have in the recent past.  Things change and are somewhat fluid with newbie FemDom couples.  We've never once mentioned a foot fetish on any post so that is why we were surprised.  We get the dares involving panties since we've written of it in the past, but haven't written a word about feet. 

But that's the nature of this game.  We want to be pushed and we want to learn what our readers want.  It almost fits all the criteria for the game.

The problem with this one is that it requires the consent of a third party (Liza).  That would be a huge wild card.  Frankly, we have no clue as what her reaction would be for us to request such a thing.  Our best (educated) guess is that she is too new to this lifestyle to agree to it.

So for the time being we will have to table this one until we learn how Liza would feel about it.  For all we know she has a secret foot fetish and will jump at the chance.  Honestly, we don't see it.  But who knows?  If Liza is willing, we'll do it.  If not - we can't. 

We can promise this much to you, anonymous, should it happen we will write a post about it (with a picture).  To be honest with you, don't hold your breath.

We have a couple of Domme friends who are experienced in the area of foot fetishes.  In theory if we can't persuade Liza to play this game, it would be possible to play it with one of our friends.  Might not be the same from the standpoint of the person who posted the dare, but it might just be the closest we can reasonably come to it.  


So that is how it rolls for the time being.  The dares from Julie Spanks and Nancy can be done in the reasonably near future, the one from Sienna will have to wait for colder weather.  The other two dares will depend on other factors since Liza in involved.  Granted, Julie's dare also involves Liza's willing participation but we think it will be a lot easier to convince her to watch me masturbate as a humiliating punishment than it would be to convince her I should lick her pussy or feet. 

We will try to report back to the blog as things happen, but it might take some time.  In the meantime, we'll try to post on other topics and adventures as they come along.

Marc

Truth or Dare

Okay folks,

Marc here, with Cleo's blessing.

Since we have gathered more than a few readers recently, some things beg some questions:

What do YOU want to know about us and what do YOU really want us to do?

We will, of course, continue the narrative of our journey at a later time (including that of Cleo's mother), but we are wondering what is on the collective minds of our readers.

Ever play Truth or Dare as a kid?

Neither of us ever has.  Really.  Truth be told, neither of us has ever once played Spin The Bottle or even Strip Poker.  Never.

We feel cheated.

As we understand it, the game of Truth or Dare is the most thrilling (and embarrassing) of all.  It often has a sexual undertone albeit of a more adolescent nature.  But we have never once played it, and we are well past the age of those who play it in person.   That sucks - we missed out.

Oh well...today is a new day.  We love the cyber-age.  There are so many new possibilities.

Wanna play?

Yes - we mean you - the readers.  C'mon...it'll be fun.

So here is our offer:

Ask ANY question and we will answer it truthfully.  The readers are at an advantage since neither of us can abide liars so we will feel compelled to answer truthfully no matter how embarrassing.  Isn't that the whole point of Truth or Dare to begin with?  If not, then what is the point of this post?  Push us - we want to be pushed. 

Make ANY dare and we will...well...let's talk about it first.

We will promise to perform at least one dare offered by our readers (hopefully more than one!).  While all "truth" questions will be answered - in the real world we will not be able to do every "dare" because some dares might be unreasonable or impractical.  We promise to respond to each dare in one way or another.  Either we will explain why we cannot or will not do a given dare - with no judgment against anyone - or we will perform the dare and describe the aftermath here in explicit and graphic detail.

Let there be no mistake - we want to be dared to do something sexy that takes us outside our ordinary comfort zone (as long as it is safe, sane, consensual, and does not get us in jail or the hospital - LOL).

So, readers, it's your chance - and ours too.  You have until midnight March 31st, 2012 to ask us any question or to dare either (or both) of us to do anything.  Just start each comment with the word "Truth" or the word "Dare."  No fair doing both for any given commenter.  Pick one.  We've heard Truth or Dare can be fun.  Let's find out.

Yikes - we should be careful what we wish for - we might just get it!

Marc and Cleo     





  









 

   

Cleo's Mom Takes It Up a Notch

Marc here.

Here is the update with regard to my wannabe Domme mother-in-law but it may not be quite as titalating as advertised in advance.  Don't worry, some D/s things DID happen and the ball was advanced albeit in baby steps.  I will give you details shortly.

It is normal to plan some things out in advance.  We like to write the script in our heads and then try to force events within the context of that script.  Then we are often disappointed when real life interferes with our script and things don't happen as we thought it would.  Shit happens.

When it comes to my mother-in-law, Liza, we already know that she never follows any script written in our minds.  It never happens.  So when we make plans, we try to keep it flexible and just go with the flow.  This is a wise approach and proven through time to be an effective way of thinking with regard to her.  It was proved true once again - but everyone had a little fun along the way.

Liza showed up at our house a few days ago.  It was planned that she would stay over for about 5 days.  There would be, in theory, plenty of time to have a nice visit, eat a few good meals, and explore the D/s thing playfully.  That was our intention and Liza was gung-ho for it.

That first evening was the most interesting and active, whereas the rest was a bit of a buzz-kill.  So we'll focus on that.  Her health and energy level was high, even though I had just arrived home from work and was a bit tired.  Cleo was asleep at the moment. 

I went into my "man-cave" to relax after a hard day's work.  It's my habit.  Within moments Liza arrived anxious to talk.  Somthing like that would usually irritate me, but in this case, I did not mind in the least.  While I wanted to relax in quiet and privacy, the other thing was that I also wanted her to have fun during her visit and I was curious as to what was on her mind.  I asked her if she had any questions about the lifestyle now that she has had a small taste of it.

She smiled and said she did not have any questions (side note: I suspect that was mainly because she doesn't have enough experience to even know what questions to ask).  She was VERY plain she was really looking forward to playtime and having some fun.  That's a good start.

But she wasn't in the mood to talk about it any more than what she already said.  That's okay - there is still a LOT of time.  So the conversation went into other topics that had nothing to do with D/s.  The wind wasn't blowing from the right direction to engage in a meaningful disscussion about FemDom and her journey.  Crap!  Once again she did not read the script!  LOL.  But I was not surprised.

Eventually Cleo woke up and joined us.  She had 2-3 hours until she had to go to work.  At first we just went with the flow and talked about family matters.  As time went by the subject continued to return to our playtime.  Liza repeated that she is looking forward to it and then took it up a notch. 

As readers know who have read the last post, there was a bit of unfinished business when it comes to my ass.  Liza made it very clear to me that the spanking she gave me earlier was only the beginning.  It was necessary to finish the job as soon as possible with both women paddling my sorry ass.  So several times during our discussion she asked for a paddle to spank me with.  Cleo continually told her that it was not the right time because our kids were at home.  Liza understood but did not really care.  She wanted my butt.  She was still mad at me.

Cleo offered her a compromise.  It was decided that they would spank me but quietly.  In other words, it would not count as a real spanking but rather as a sneak peek into what will happen in the near future.  It's a reminder. 

I was already naked, of course.  Liza ordered me over her knee.  That was different because she never does the over-the-knee thing.  So I draped myself over her knee being careful to bear most of the weight with my hands on the floor.  I did not want to crush her legs by just lying there carelessly. 

It was decided between the two of them that no paddles would be used.  It would be bare hands on bare butt since that would be the more quiet option. 

Liza started spanking with her hand.  After a few whacks Cleo joined in.  Liza spanked one cheek while Cleo spanked the other - at the same time.  Granted, in this case, it was a light spanking and did not hurt much at all.  However, nobody pretended it was going to be a real spanking.  It was a reminder of what is going to happen in the future when they will use real paddles to the point of bringing me to tears.

So I stood up, still naked in front of both of them.  Cleo felt playful and wanted to share a couple of things with Liza.

She ordered me to do jumping jacks.  Cleo has always loved that.  It's beyond funny for her to see my dick flopping up and down.  To make it better, on the way down my dick will slap my balls painfully - much to her amusement.  It's great fun - for her.

I had to do ten reps, just for starters.

Liza's eyes were glued to my dick as I started.  As I flopped up and down she burst out laughing.  Then, while still chuckling, she averted her eyes.  She was momentarily embarrassed that she found it funny and fascinating.  By the time I got to rep number eight her eyes returned to my dick flopping around while hitting my balls and she burst out laughing once again.  Her eyes rolled away while I finished. 

Once I finished we asked her why she kept looking away when it was clear to us that she enjoyed the view.  She admitted that to her it was fun and that she did enjoy the view - she just felt embarrassed for herself that she liked it to begin with.  We encouraged her to just have fun with it and not worry about such things.

Cleo immediately ordered me to do 20 more jumping jacks.  Liza rolled her eyes and we could tell she was thinking, "oh crap - here we go again."  Both Cleo and I suggested she just have some fun and to keep her eyes on my dick.  That's the point - to see it flopping up and down.  That is the funny part of it.  Liza agreed to give it a shot.  So she looked directly at my crotch as I began.

This time she did better.  I flopped up and down and she kept her eyes on the action while laughing her guts out.  I thought she was going to pee her pants.  She looked away for a few times but kept her eyes focused for the most part.  Much better. 

The point of this was to give Liza a fun experience and to see that D/s is not always painful.  She already gets that it is not abusive when the sub willingly submits to punishment and/or pain.  But up until recently she has never seen D/s play just for the sake of play.  The lighbulb went on in her brain.  She said it really was fun and she enjoyed every moment.  I suspect I will be made to do naked jumping jacks often. 

It was time to take it up another notch.

I stood there naked in front of them as we talked about how ready Liza is to move forward.  Liza admitted that she wants to move forward but...baby steps.  But she was smiling and Cleo sensed that her mother was just being coy.

Suddenly - out of the blue - Cleo grabbed my cock and slipped it into her mouth. 

Before any reader is too shocked I have to share that years earlier Liza had accidently walked into us having sex, including oral sex.  This happened a few times but not often.  In each case she would stand there with a big shit-eating grin on her face while watching.  She would say "Oops, sorry" and then linger for a moment...okay much longer than a mere moment...before she walked away letting us finish in privacy.  Later she explained that it really touched her heart to see a couple - her daughter and son-in-law - being so tender and loving.  Her watching us for a period of time had a LOT more to do with wanting to see a loving moment than it did with being horny and getting off on it.  It touched her to the bottom of her heart so she watched as long as she could and wanted to.  We did not stop her nor did we mind that she was watching us.  For us, we knew she was watching but we knew why she was watching (even before she explained it to us).  To be honest, it was very erotic to have an audience, but beyond that we knew our audience was someone who was touched by it and wasn't some creepy guy jerking off from our window.  So we kept going and did not stop, we did not freak out, we did not fault her for watching.  We just kept going and had fun along the way.  This happened more than once, but not often. 

So, going back to present day, it was surprising when Cleo suddenly started sucking my dick in front of Liza.  But the reality is that would be nothing new to any of us, even though a lot of years have passed since that happened. 

Why did Cleo do that?  As a man I would like to believe that it is because my cock is so irrestible that she couldn't help herself.  LOL.  In the real world, it was more because it just seemed natural.  We are being honest and open with Liza.  She had already seen us having sex, even if it was mere happenstance at the time.  So why not?  The other thing to consider, from Cleo's POV, is that Liza was obviously conflicted about doing something as simple as watching my dick flop up and down while doing jumping jacks.  Liza needed a bit of a jump start to realize that jumping jacks is pretty fucking tame in our world.  The things we hope to share with her, with her consent, are a lot more advanced than that.  So Cleo figured that Liza need a jolt - and slipping my cock into her own (Cleo's) mouth at that moment made sense.

Liza shouted "OMG!!!! What are you doing????"  My wife took my dick out of her mouth and smiled at her mother.  She said, "I am sucking Marc's dick, what do you think I am doing?"  She left it at that as she resumed sucking me. 

This was the moment of truth and Cleo was proved right to do what she did.  Liza burst out laughing and started talking about the old days when she used to linger and watch us having sex.  That was exactly what Cleo wanted to hear.

Cleo took my dick out of her mouth and the three of us talked heart to heart.  Both of us wanted Liza to have real fun along the way and not be shocked at the sight of an erect penis as the play we had planned would involve a boner or two along the way.  If Liza struggled with jumping jacks they how could she get past other things?  So that is why Cleo went frontal and sucked my dick at that moment. 

We left the man-cave.  Liza went to the living room to watch TV while Cleo and I went to the bedroom to talk about what just happened.

We realized that Liza was ready for another D/s playtime.

So she took out our cock-and-ball harness.  Now we are getting into leather kinds of things.  Cleo put on her really hot leather corset.  It is studded and cupless and crotchless.  It is freaking awesome and I get an instant boner every time she wears it.  She put it on and got out the harness.

Just looking at her gorgeous tits and pussy in a studded leather Domme outfit just tripped my trigger.  I was hard in an instant as she handled the harness and attached it to me.  I loved the feel of her fingers on my cock and balls as she wrapped bits of leather around it.  She snapped the snaps and tethered the leather until my dick was totally trussed up and hard as a rock.  She stood back and admired her work.

She wasn't done.  Out came a pair of devious nipple clamps.  I won't pretend we are experts in this area.  But we want to learn and get better at it.  So...nipple clamps.  OMG - they really hurt.  It's been 2 days but my nipples still hurt.

She attached them and gave them a tug just to make sure they were secure.  Crap!  They were really secure. 

So there I was laid out naked on the bed with an erection poking out of a cock-and-ball harness while at the same time nipple clamps torturing me. 

Cleo promptly left me there, splayed out for anyone to see...and I knew exactly that I was about to be on display.

Sure enough, Cleo brought Liza into the bedroom to see me.  I was worried about Liza's reaction because it could easily have gone the wrong way.  It's reasonable to think she would freak out.  But Liza did not freak out.  She, once again, burst out laughing.  The sight of me trussed up in nipple clamps and a harness tickled her fancy.  Liza snickered and made a few comments about my hard-on.  She wanted to know if the harness hurt.  At the same time she also admired at how it made my cock look.  It was funny and, once again, it served as an example to her that D/s CAN and SHOULD BE fun from time to time. 

It gave Liza a glimpse into the bigger scope of this lifestyle and in that respect what happened that night served a purpose.

It was a lovely evening.  We had LOTS more planned for the rest of the next few days.  This was kindergarten. 

Unfortunately real life did not read the script.  Liza fell under the weather and I had to take her back to her own place to recover. 

In the meantime Liza (back in good health) has assured me she had a great time and is looking forward to the next adventure.  At the same time she also reminded me that I still have another real spanking coming and she can't wait until she is holding the paddle again.  She hasn't forgotten. 

So what do you think, readers?  It seems to me that Liza has moved past merely approaching her inner-Domme.  I think she is starting to embrace it.  But all in baby steps.




     

 

        

Spanking By Proxy

Hello readers,

This is Marc writing today.

It is time for us to give Cleo's mother a "name" since we have been writing so much lately about her and her journey into FemDom. Cleo chose the name "Liza." I don't know why she chose that name, but she did so that is what it is. Of course that isn't her real name. Her real name is "Shewhospanksmyass" but "Liza" is so much shorter. So Liza it is.

An interesting thing happened yesterday. I earned, and got, a spanking. It was late Saturday morning, about the time when Cleo goes to bed after a long evening's work. What I did to earn the spanking is not so much important especially because it was somewhat minor - enough to have a red butt but not something truly egregious. In other words, it did not warrant the kind of spanking that would make it difficult to sit for days on end. Rather, it was more of a "friendly" reminder kind of spanking. But it was earned and I had it coming.

The problem was that the kids were home at the time, plus Cleo was getting sleepy and just wanted to go to bed. Ordinarily this would have fallen under the category of "we'll take care of this later." We would schedule it for some mysterious time down the road - days or even weeks later - when we could have an empty house and our work schedules allowed for it and Venus was aligned with Mars. By then other spankable offences will have occurred, piling up one after the other, and when my ass is finally exposed for punishment Cleo would have to recite a litany of reasons why I am about to be spanked. Scolding and giving reasons for a spanking is not a bad thing, in fact it is often necessary. However, when the punishment happens days or weeks after the fact the initial anger and furor over the given incident is dissipated to a great degree. By then, Cleo is usually no longer angry and has to manufacture some anger just to do justice to the event. Don't get me wrong, she is quite capable of remembering past misdeeds and getting herself worked up for the occasion, but along the way something is missing. There really is no substitute for striking while the iron is hot, so to speak. Passion is difficult to conjure up and manufacture when it is scheduled and not spontaneous. I am sure there are more than a few readers in our lifestyle who have children at home and have to schedule their activities and, frankly, it just sucks. I suppose that is one reason why Cleo and I can relate so much to blogs like "Forever Hers" because the whole "I can't spank you at the moment because of the kids" thing is SO common in many homes and it represents a real challenge to those who want to lead a D/s lifestyle.

But now we have a new resource we did not have before. Liza.

Yesterday morning I did something that earned me a spanking. Cleo could not do it at the moment. She needed a helping hand. Literally. She did not want to delay it - she wanted it over and done with.

That was when Cleo decided to give me a spanking by proxy. The person who initiated the spanking was Cleo - the person who actually administered it was Liza.

As soon as she decided on this tactic she picked up the phone and called her mother, who lives but a mile from us.

"Mom, Marc needs to be spanked. Can you do it for me?" That was how she began the conversation.

Cleo explained why she could not do it herself at the moment and what I had done to deserve it. She embellished it a bit, not to be deceptive or overly manipulative, but Cleo wanted to be sure it was a good and true spanking. Had she told Liza about my offence without a bit of dramatic flair Liza would likely have said that it wasn't so bad and that maybe she should let me off the hook for such a little thing (she is, after all, new to this Domme thing). To make sure that Liza would have her dander up Cleo made my offence seem worse than it actually was. It worked - Liza got instantly pissed. Pissed enough to paddle my ass.

So I was sent off to see Liza in her apartment. I was instructed to bring Cleo's favorite paddle. It is heavy and made of wood. Actually, it is a high quality weapon of ass destruction we bought a couple of years ago. It was expensive but delivers the goods. I hate it - and love it. LOL.

Here is a photo of the actual paddle I am referring to:



I was instructed by Cleo to get dressed and to go commando. She did not want even a remote chance that my spanking would happen while wearing underwear.

As I got dressed and headed down the road Cleo continued to talk to Liza and gave her some pointers as to exactly what should be done when I arrived. Liza agreed to almost all of the suggestions and decided to make it her own at the same time. She would do it her way, but many of Cleo's ideas made a lot of sense to her.

I was totally fucked.

As I drove to Liza's place, the paddle securely hidden in a very deep pocket I have, I wondered what exactly awaited me. As readers know, this would not be the first time I have been spanked by Liza. However, ever since Liza began approaching her inner-Domme (as per our last post), there has been a distinct change in her. In the past any swats from her were purely from a motherly perspective. As of a week or so ago, the swats were coming from a motherly Domme. Big difference. Her attitude was sharper and the swats fell MUCH harder. I had no idea she was as strong as she is. Really. That came as quite a surprise. So that was what I was thinking of as I drove over. I figured Cleo had probably worked Liza into a frenzy by then and I figured this was not going to be any cakewalk. I didn't know exactly what Cleo said to her on the phone during my drive, but I knew it would not help my butt to be any whiter when all was said and done.

I parked and began the very long walk to her apartment - it is a large facility for seniors. It was a warm beautiful day and there were plenty of seniors outside enjoying the weather. I walked past them grimly, making sure the paddle was well hidden from view. If they only knew what was in my pocket and why I was visiting someone in the building. It was somewhat surreal.

Finally, I was at her door. I took a breath and turned the knob. It was unlocked - just for me.

I walked into her apartment and was greeted to sunlight flooding the whole place. The curtains in her living room were drawn and the windows were wide open as a slight breeze wafted through. In the middle of the room was a chair and Liza standing behind it, anxiously awaiting my arrival.

The door wasn't even closed and Liza loudly said, "Marc, you are in big trouble!"

Gulp. I knew that but I didn't expect her to announce it when the door was still open. That's how pissed she was.

A Domme mother in law is an entirely different animal than a "regular" mother in law. I could hear it in her voice and I could see it in her eyes. I really was in big trouble, even though in reality I only deserved to be in a little trouble. I could almost hear Cleo laughing from a mile away. She confirmed to me later that she was laughing the whole time I was gone getting a spanking by proxy. She should have been sleeping, but this was too rich and delicious to sleep on. She couldn't wait until I got home with a blazing red butt and a story to tell her.

I closed the door and stood there in amazement. Liza wasn't messing around. She was all business.

"Get over here, now!" She almost shouted.

"Where's the paddle? Give me the paddle!"

With trepidation I handed her the paddle that I had so carefully hidden from her neighbors. I stood there sheepishly, my eyes on the floor.

She began to scold me, waving the paddle in my face. I glanced up and looked her in the face. Her eyes were ablaze and I could tell she was honestly angry. This was no role play. It was real.

"Pull down your pants and lean over this chair." She said it almost calmly, considering her agitatation.

At that moment I was acutely aware that her curtains and windows were wide open. She was demanding that I strip and get a spanking without a care in the world as to who saw or heard what. This was most unlike Liza and a bit disconcerting to me.

"Liza," I pleaded, "the windows are open, we don't want your neighbors to know about this."

She turned her gaze to her front door and raised her voice so that anyone in the hallway would have heard and said "I don't care! You need a spanking and you're going to get one! Take your pants off now!"

I could die. Honestly.

The truth is that her apartment is in a corner of the building and on the second floor so it would be unlikely that anyone could see anything (not that Liza cared about that at the moment), but with the windows open and plenty of people walking around outside enjoying the warm sunshine...well...it scared the shit out of me. But I had no choice.

As I fumbled with taking my shoes off first Liza grew impatient. She didn't care if my pants were off or merely down. She just wanted my bare ass across the chair.

This was one moment where she made it her own. Cleo advised her to make me totally naked. Bear in mind that Liza is a newbie Domme and we had not talked about the importance of a sub being naked and totally exposed and vulnerable in front of a Domme. Everybody is different, but for Cleo and me that is very important and necessary. But we have not explained that part to her yet, and it never occured to her that it was "normal" in D/s or why it would be. All she knew at that moment was that she wanted to spank my ass. So she disregarded Cleo's advise and made it her own. She didn't care about me being naked in front of her. She wanted to spank.

As I was taking off my shoes, fully intending to be completely naked (as usual), she informed me she did not want me to be naked. She just wanted to spank my butt - and right now. So I left my shoes under one of the windows and stood in front of the chair while fumbling at my belt buckle.

Once again she insisted that I take my pants off immediately (which I was doing). This was the third or fourth time she said this. I was obeying her as fast as I could, dreading every moment.

The whole time she was scolding me. I quickly unzipped my pants, slid them down and kicked them aside. I stood there for a moment in a sweatshirt and socks but nothing else. I stood there, half naked (the important half - LOL), while she continued to scold me while waving the paddle.

Within seconds I was bent over the chair and I did not have to wait long before the first blow fell.

WHACK!!!

OMG! This was not anything like I expected. I saw stars from the first swat.

I need to back-track a bit and explain that when Cleo spanks me there is usually (not aways) a warm up. She starts slowly with her hand and then switches to a paddle (or whatever) and builds to a shattering climax. It takes a bit of time but the payoff is that the spanking lasts much longer and she can actually hit harder toward the end than she could without a warm up. Those readers who are spankos know exactly what I mean.

Liza never read the script. She doesn't even know that there is a script.

WHACK!!!

WOW!!! Oh shit! That really hurt. I could feel the shock run up and down my entire body. I couldn't believe it. My little feeble elderly mother in law, as thin as as a reed, suddenly had the strength of Hercules. The only time Cleo struck me this hard was well after I was warmed up. Liza did know anything about a warm up. Nor did she care. She wanted it to hurt.

WHACK!!!

By then my eyes were tearing up. Honestly, I'm no pussy when it comes to spankings. At times I can be a bit of a pain slut. By then I began to slide off the chair. Involuntarily my butt sought to avoid the next swat.

To no avail. Liza waited a split second for me to compose myself and return my ass to the chair.

WHACK!!!

Holy shit!!!!!!!! It was even harder than the other swats. I couldn't believe it, but I clenched my jaws and tried to stay still as best I could.

Mentally, I knew I had a spanking coming, plus I wanted Liza to express herself as a Domme. So, as difficult as it was, I steeled myself and gave in to whatever Liza had to dish out.

The whole time she was scolding me loudly and I was sure that anyone within the building would have heard something (which is kind of ironic considering that Cleo sent me to her mother because it would have been more private - LOL - life is funny that way).

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The swats fell quickly and with force.

Then she stopped. It was probably less than a dozen swats in total (FAR less than would have happened with Cleo - a spanking from her is always over a hundred swats and sometimes much more). But with Liza there was not so much quantity as there was quality.

My butt felt truly spanked.

In my mind I could hear Cleo laughing.

Liza caught my attention immediately. She ordered me to stand up and face her.

She was still livid. Her eyes were twitching. Truly.

"Kneel!!!" She shouted.

I knelt before her, my butt blazing and on fire.

"You're spanking isn't over. This is just the beginning. I'm going to your house on Wednesday and then Cleo and I will finish what I started today. And we are going to make you cry!"

Side note: I found out later that Cleo encouraged her to spank me to the point of crying.

Crap. I knew she was right. We had already made plans for her to come over on St. Patty's day. Not only that, we had already made plans to have some D/s playtime with her. I'll explain more in the next post, but the bottom line is that we realized that Liza has never experienced the more playful side of our lifestyle. All she knows is the punishment side of things. To her a dominatrix is a pain inflicting machine without any joy or playfullness. We decided that this was not right or healthy for her. There is more to FemDom than pain and punishment.

So we had already invited her over to see and experience some fun activities for the sheer joy of it. I already warned her that some of the "fun" things might involve a bit of me saying "owie owie owie" and she was perfectly fine with that. I don't know what Cleo has planned, but I reminded Liza that she has already seen a few non-punishment related things we do. She giggles like crazy when I am forced to model the panties Cleo bought for me. She laughs her guts out when Cleo makes me do naked jumping jacks with my dick flopping up and down while it painfully slaps my balls. So she has seen a bit of playful D/s activities, but hasn't quite connected the dots so to speak. At this moment, in her mind, being a Domme means inflicting punishment.

That subject has been the focus of our recent conversations and what we hope to expose her to. She is curious, excited, and anxious to "play" with us. She wants to learn.

But along the way I fucked up and earned a spanking...which she took care of in spades. In a few days she will come over to our house and she and Cleo will finish the spanking that she started. Then we'll play for fun.

We'll keep you updated. 

Cleo's Mother Approaches Her Inner-Domme

Hello readers,

Marc here.

Sorry it has been so long since we have posted or shared anything with anybody.  Truth be told, there has been very little worth sharing until recently.

As most couples within our lifestyle freely admit, there are peaks and valleys.  We have been in a valley.  It's not that we don't enjoy or embrace this new adventure, it is more like real life becomes...well...a reality and we get distracted by that.  Lately, life has been very vanilla.

It had come to the point whereby Cleo and I have had heartfelt conversations when we question whether or not we are really D/s or just wannabes.  We have even debated if we should continue blogging and just go back to being private about such things.  I suspect this is nothing new under the sun as far as newbie D/s couples are concerned.  That's okay - we don't have a time clock we have to punch.  We'll take it at our own pace.

But something else cropped up along the way that is worthy of note.

Cleo's mother has decided that she is, by nature, a Domme.  We agree that she is and always has been, even if she never realized it before.

This is a very recent epiphany for her and it is interesting to see how she processes this self-revelation and chooses to live out her new reality.  Bear in mind that she is in her 70s so something like this is nothing short of extraordinary.

I want to assure our readers that this is nothing that either Cleo or I pressed upon her.  It is something she came to understand about herself without any outside pressure to do so. 

Of course, there were things that she was exposed to and that she did along the way that contributed to this realization.  After all, we have been fairly frank with her about our own journey.  And she played with it a bit. 

We have already related in previous posts how she has accepted and even actively promoted my nudity around the house.  We have already written of her spanking me from time to time when she was displeased with me or my behavior.  But this was all done within the context of her not realizing her own inner Domme.  It was just natural to her without knowing WHY it was natural.  To her it was more like being a mother and treating me as if I am her son, which I am in a sense. 

But now the pretext of avoiding her own inner-Domme is beyond her.  Now she knows who she is - and who she has been her whole life.

The other day Cleo and I sat down with her and had a heart to heart talk about what she had, on her own, admitted to us.  We agreed with her that she is, indeed, a Domme by nature, but not so much by experience.  So she was given an offer.  Cleo told her mother that she should have some real life experience if she wants to - kind of like a bucket list sort of thing. 

My mother-in-law, as a loving gift from Cleo, was offered to have a real sub to take for a spin around the block.  Guess who that sub was?  She wanted Brad Pitt but instead it was me!  Sure, as I said before, she had spanked me a bit in the past, but at the time she did not do so as a Domme.  Now she is a Domme.  Now she had a naked sub to work with for the fun of it.  She is in her 70s and this is new to her.  Isn't life interesting?

But I ask you this, dear readers.  How daring and courageous is it for someone that age to decide to take the road less travelled?  How honest is it for her to face her own psyche and admit something that society had long told her was wrong?  It is nothing short of astonishing and my heart swells with admiration for someone who is able to re-invent themself at that stage of life.

Of course I was more than willing to submit to her as a sub.  I was humbled and honored to do so.  I set my mind to the credo shared by so many other subs: it is all about her.  Not me.  Cleo and I wanted her to have some fun regardless of anything either of us would gain by it.

Before I tell you what happened, let me first give some context.  Sorry, readers, you know me.  I have to give context before I cut to the chase.  Bear with me.  It's worth it.

My mother-in-law is a special and unique person.  I've never met anyone like her (the same could be said of Cleo, although in a different way).  I won't go into any details but let's just say when my MIL was a child she had a few traumatic experiences on the receiving end of corporal punishment.  You know what I mean.  I'm not saying but I'm just saying.  Such abusive behavior against a young child is beyond reprehensible.  It affected her.  How could it not?  It wasn't her fault - but it happened.

Eventually she grew up and became a young mother raising a family in the 60s and 70s.  Without question she rebelled against her own strict upbringing and was a free spirit who rejected strictness and corporal punishment when it came to her own children.  She almost never spanked her own kids.  That's all well and good.  Cleo turned out fine.  Her siblings had some behavior issues as kids that led to trouble later on but there are plenty of families that spank their kids and sometimes those kids have behavior issues and troubled adulthoods too.  Same as in my family.  Same as in all families, I would guess.

My point is the effectiveness of spanking or not spanking your kids as a corrective measure is not a science - it is an artform.  One needs to trust their parental instincts based on love.  We are all individuals and what works for one person may not work for another.  I am not going to opine on the topic of corporal punishment with raising children (for the record we did not spank our kids and they turned out fine - but they were pretty good kids to begin with so it was an easy decision for us).  To each their own as long as it is not abusive.

What does this have to do with my MIL in her growth as a Domme?  I'm glad you asked.

Going back a few months, as I said in previous posts, we started reading parts of the blog to her about our journey.  She had already noticed a fundamental change in how Cleo and I were interacting so we decided to share some of our blog since she was asking questions.  She was amazed, but not horrified (except for a few parts - LOL).  About that same time, Cleo had taken me panty shopping, so naturally her mother had a front row seat to what we bought.  I "modeled" everything and she giggled every time.  It was just so foreign to her it just struck a funny bone.  Plus, of course, there were those sporadic incidences when she grabbed a paddle for a swat or two or a few more. 

In her mind it became a sort of perfect storm.  She had a new inner awareness, had  read passages of the blog, had deep-felt and honest discussions with Cleo and me about what this life meant in general and what it meant for us in particular.  She had witnessed, first-hand, how Cleo had forced me to overcome my issues with shyness, which was no small feat.

Along the way my MIL was exposed, at least partially, to the spectrum of what we were experiencing and its positive effects in our lives.  Sometimes she even participated, in a marginal way, with our playfullness.  She came to see that a D/s life wasn't always about whips and chains and snarling Dommes in leather "abusing" a poor helpless man to the point of denigrating his personal dignity.  She came to understand there are inner dynamics at play that are subtle and not at all unloving.

This was a huge paradigm shift for her to absorb.  Much of it stuck.  She reflected on her own past and all of what that meant.  She learned intellectually what Cleo and I were going through.  She observed directly from our example.  She played a little along the way and experienced some for herself.  There was reflection, intellect, observation, and experience.  It was a perfect storm.

One evening a couple of weeks ago, the three of us had a most extraordinary conversation.  We were watching a movie, but suddenly she began to talk about what was on her mind.  Screw the movie.  We listened to her. 

She started by saying that she thinks she is a Domme.  She admitted that she had been giving this a lot of thought.  Frankly, it surprised me.  I knew she was toying with the possibility, I had no idea she had reached a conclusion. 

That got our attention.

She began by being reflective about how different her life might have been had she realized this before.  Without going into details, she speculated about her failed marriage with Cleo's father and if a bit of dominance might have made a difference.  Who knows?  It wouldn't have hurt (except his ass).  I love my father-in-law and won't speak ill of him.  But young men are young men so a well paddled ass at that time might have provided a cure for what ailed him then - before he matured and became the man he is today (a very good man). 

Then she shifted her attention to how she raised her children.  Back then she was a permissive free spirit.  Again, I am not going to get into the topic about spanking kids and if it is right or wrong.  But the bottom line is that Cleo's mom began to wonder if the troubles some of her children faced as adults might have been avoided if she been stricter with them as children.  We'll never know the answer to that question - but it is a fair question to ask.  Let me be most clear about one thing: she was a good and loving mother.  She still is.  But at the time when she was a young mother she did not grasp the concept that some individual kids - at certain individual moments in time - needed a stronger form of discipline than she was equipped to mete out, whatever that might be.  All parents make mistakes, and she began to wonder if this was a mistake.  Who knows?

Then, in the midst of her reflections and relating to us her regrets...she shifted her attention to me.

Without question she thinks of me as her son.  Not as her son-in-law, but rather as a real son.  I am blessed and honored.  I have two mothers - and they both love me, albeit in different ways.

Her eyes bore into me.  She said, "I have been thinking a lot about what we've been talking about.  I've been thinking about this whole Domme thing.  I think it suits me.  But you, Marc, need to also understand something else.  I also think that I have come to agree with the old adage 'spare the rod and spoil the child.'"

She continued, "I am not going to spare the rod any longer when I am upset with you."

While these are fearful words for a sub, the reality was that these words meant my mother-in-law was willing to embrace her own inner Domme - with a motherly twist.

Everyone has "hot buttons" that set them off, right?  You know what I mean.  There are certain things that will make anybody upset or angry at the drop of a hat.


Everyone has flaws too, right?  Nobody is perfect.  Admittedly, I have flaws - some of which I am aware of and try to change.


Well...when a new Domme has hot buttons that, by coincidence, intersect with the flaws of a sub...well...that is a perfect storm of sorts too.

And that was what she was referring to when she warned me she would no longer spare the rod when it came to me and the particular flaw that she found upsetting.  Truth be told, she was right.  I do need to improve myself in the area she was referring to - and all three of us in the room knew it.

It was shortly after that when Cleo told her mother that it was time to spread her wings a bit and experience her inner-Domme that had been buried all these years.  Cleo offered to "give" me as a sub to her for a few hours so her mother could see what it might be like as a real Domme.  Of course, I was drawn into the conversation because my MIL wanted to hear from me.  She needed to hear from my lips that I would not feel abused or denigrated.  She needed to hear that this "thing" we do does not mean that my inherent dignity as a person was damaged in any way.  She also wanted to know if we considered ourselves as "equal" on a base level.  I explained to her that the inequality was only in terms of the roles we were assuming, but that there was no abuse, nor did I view this lifestyle as anything less than something with my full consent and desire.  I desire this role.  My inherent dignity as a human remains intact and the equal of Cleo even if the roles we are assuming is decidedly slanted in favor of the Domme.


She struggled, and still struggles, with this concept.  Rome wasn't built in a day.  All of us newbies struggle with various concepts. 

So she pushed back with various concerns and objections.  Both Cleo and I knew all along that she really was interested in taking the next step.  She wanted answers.  The discussion grew more spirited.  Not angry - just more animated.  Most of the explanations came from me, but Cleo chimed in from time to time to help me "fill in the blanks" that I missed. 

There was an internal tug-of-war within her that both wanted to accept my answers, but to also question or reject them (understandably).  The discussion grew more spirited.

Finally, out of the blue, she said to Cleo how exasperated she was with my responses.

Cleo merely smiled and suggested that maybe a swat was in order.

"Give me a paddle!"

Within seconds Cleo produced her favorite paddle.  It is made of ash and well crafted.  It wasn't cheap but for once it wasn't money poorly spent.  It delivers what it advertises.  As readers to this blog know, I am required by my family to be naked at all times.  My bare ass was a convenient and available target.

"Bend over!" 

Wham!  I must have jumped a foot in the air.

It really hurt.  It was just one swat, but it was by far the hardest she had ever swatted before.  I didn't expect the force of it.

As I danced around the room for a moment the discussion continued.  The questions and comments came quickly and were peppered with a tinge of agitation.  My responses were required but not always what she expected or wanted to hear.

Whack!!!

Shit.  I was between a rock and hard place.  The problem was that, due to her own internal tug-of-war in addition to her feeling her inner-domme, no response would provide the answer she wanted.  What she wanted to hear was a response that would be, in reality, a mutually exclusive contradictory answer.  Since I was the sub, my butt paid the price.  Such is the life of a sub, and the glory of being a Domme.

This was, even though she did not know it at a time, her first experience of acting like a Domme for the sake of dominance. 

Even though the swats hurt like hell (the room was cold and my butt was not warmed up), it made me happy because that was a small price to pay to see someone coming to terms with who they really are.  As a sub I am already pre-wired to pay a price for almost anything.  But it is a very rare experience to witness something like this.

Cleo, to me, seemed to be pleased on many levels.  She was glad that her mother came to a closer understanding of the lifestyle that we now embrace.  Additionally, she has never had a problem with seeing her mother paddle my ass.

By the time the discussion was over, I had received a fair number of individual swats.  There was no real "spanking" per se.  Just swats here and there.  But each swat was delivered with great intensity and that alone is far different than any other time she had struck my ass in the past.

My MIL had spanked me (lightly) from time to time for, frankly, more than a few years.  This went back to the period when Cleo started spanking me for the first few times.  She lived with us at the time and as we began to spank more frequently she was aware of what we were doing.  She could hear it.  So we talked to her about it and explained how spanking had become a part of how we deal with conflicts.  We did not tell her that we had fun with it sometimes too.  As far as she knew, we spanked only for domestic discipline.  Just as in our most recent discussion, she was concerned about abuse but came to accept that it wasn't that way. 

One evening when Cleo wasn't home my MIL was upset with me for some reason and she told me I needed a spanking.  This was long before I was naked around the house.  Before I knew it I was bent over a couch and she pulled my pants and underwear down and spanked me with a ping pong paddle that was handy.  She wasn't strong enough to cause real pain and the "weapon" itself wasn't very scary to me, but it was the idea itself that she was spanking me that made the impression.  Like anyone, the thought of disappointing a parent (even an in-law) is worse than any punishment.  I was ashamed of making her disappointed in me.  That hurt more than the spanking, especially because the spanking did not hurt much. 

But the spanking served a purpose.  It was a physical expression of what was really happening beneath the surface.  It told me she would hold me accountable for my own actions even if Cleo wasn't there to discipline me.  Bear in mind, at the time none of us thought in terms of a D/s context.  Rather, it was more motherly discipline done in proxy since the real disciplinarian, my wife, was unavailable at the moment.  It didn't hurt very much physically, but it impacted me on an emotional level.

This kind of scenario played out more than once through the years.  Cleo was fine with it and was grateful that her mother stood in for her to keep me in place.  Almost every time my MIL felt conflicted and would apologize to me later for spanking me.  That killed me.  It made me feel worse.  I would comfort her and tell her that I understood why I got a spanking and that there were no hard feelings.  I also let her know it wasn't abusive in any way (truly - it barely hurt at all - but I did not want to insult her ability to deliver a spanking). 

Going back to our recent discussions with several really hard swats with, for once, a real wooden paddle that actually hurt...this was different.  She was swatting as a Domme - not as a mother.  Between her new attitude and a new paddle my butt could definitely feel a difference.

Finally the discussion ended.  The rest of the night she made a point to "tell" me to do things that pleased her - she didn't "ask" me to.  She still says "please" and "thank you" (in a stern voice) but that is something to address in the future.

She has yet to give me a real spanking - more than isolated swats - within the context as a Domme.  Within that persona.  Not as a mother.   As a Domme. 

But the inner-Domme lurks within her.  She is the first to admit it.  A future "Domme" spanking is but a matter of time, as

I don't pretend that she will ever be able to separate the two.  It is likely for her there will always be the roles of the mother and the Domme concurrently.  That's okay.  For her, especially at her age, it is what it is. 

But along the way she taught me one thing.  It isn't true that, as the expression goes, an old dog can't learn new tricks (not that I am calling her a dog - LOL).  We are never too old to learn and grow into a deeper self-awareness.  It inspires me. 

Along the way I see how much fun she is having.  She LOVES it when Cleo makes me model the latest panty I am forced to wear.  Sometimes she even picks out which panty I have to wear at any given day.  She thinks it is funny.  She laughs when Cleo makes me do naked jumping jacks in front of them.  She giggles seeing my dick flop up and down while slapping my balls painfully.  She gains satisfaction ordering me around while applying discipline when necessary as long as she knows I buy into the "sub thing" and not being abused emotionally or physically.

The next step for her, if she decided to move forward on this path, will be for her to apply discipline for her own amusement and not just because it is motherly.  Will she ever take that step?  I don't know but I also now know that with this woman all things are possible.

I am inspired.  I hope you are too.