Strict Julie spanks blog

Strict Julie spanks blog


Sad news my fellow spanko’s.  Miss Julie’s blog has been removed sadly, it was a go to blog for many and it will be sorely missed.


Mistress Andrea has published more on this topic on Her post “Miss Julie’s blog”, so please head that way and show Miss Julie your appreciation in the comments for all the amazing, inspiring stories over the years. 


Her work can still be found on under Julie Delmar, well worth checking out and spending the equivalent of a cup of coffee on a good kinky read.


I for one have more to be grateful to Miss Julie for than i realised, She inspired Mistress Andrea, and without Mistress Andrea where would i be?  


I know where i wouldn’t have been, stood against a st andrews cross being spanked by two amazing, beautiful women last weekend!


So thank You Miss Julie for everything, and we are excited to see what comes next for You.


Happy spanking peeps


Kisses

alice

xxx

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