Julie's Promotion - Part 1

I have religiously followed the beloved Strict Miss Julie and her blog for a decade now, and through a rollercoaster of vicarious BDSM emotion and excitement. Strict Julie Spanked. I remember scenes she was involved in and spankings she was about to get, where MY butterflies were raging and my heart was pounding on her behalf! Like sympathy butterflies, or empathy ones, either or; she is truly something else, a fellow Canadian and a creative, enthusiastic BDSM participant.

Now referring to herself as Strict Julie Spanked (note the change in verbiage and how she perceives her role now), we began to collaborate on a Sims 4 avatar for her, to animate and play out her recent post. This nifty little Sims 4 "mod" lets you create pretty much any scene possible, from Sunday dinner cornertime with the family, to leather-clad, ball gags and riding crops.  

Miss Julie's post was about an up-and-coming female executive who offers to suck the cock of her boss for a promotion. If she wants that promotion...

Without further adieu, lets see how this naughty little, office tart makes out:  

"Power suit, power heels, power steering!" Julie Delmar, a junior executive at her firm, repeated this mantra in her head as she scanned the boardroom and acquainted herself to the space. She felt great, totally in charge and this mantra brought her confidence. She has a significant presentation to deliver to the senior executive tomorrow, along with the CEO of the firm. If she nails this presentation in the morning, she'll surely get that promotion she's been waiting for. 

She continued with her mantra during her drive home, wondering if a good "power fuck" might help boost her confidence even more? Yep...that's exactly where her mind went, to her poor, submissive hubby. When she gets in the door she's going to spank her husband to tears then fuck the daylights out of him with her strap on, all while keeping her Loubies on! She dropped 1100 dollars on these killer heels, just for this presentation. "Ohhhh David has no idea what he's in for tonight!" Julie snickered deviously.

The next morning, the senior executives were assembled and the CEO, Richard Matheson, had just taken his seat. Julie looked sharp, professional and confident, with overtones of allure and sexuality. Her skirt hugged her slightly plump, absolutely juicy bum, in all the right places. In a male-dominated firm, she was ready to show this "old boys club" what she could bring to the table. She knew they all secretly lusted for her, masturbated while thinking about her or fucked their boring wives while picturing her instead. 

This gave her an edge and gave her the upper hand over these silly "boys". She had most of them wrapped around her finger, just like her submissive husband. She thought back to last evening and what David had to endure at her hands. These thoughts made her feel like a Goddess. She tried to hide a sneaky grin from the eyes of the room.

Julie frequently thought about the much older CEO, the handsome, refined and athletic Mr. Matheson. She had visions of wrapping him around her little finger too, but something with that narrative didn't track. He was well travelled, worldly and a bit mysterious to her. He was very polite and respectful to women, but always looked like he was hiding a secret, especially while in the presence of women. 

He wasn't gay, he has a wife and adult children. There was just something about him that made Julie curious. Her intuition tells her that he wants something from her, but it's not groveling on his hands and knees, kissing her stilettos like she makes her husband David do. She couldn't quite read him well enough.

Julie crushed her presentation, even demonstrating a five-year financial plan that would save the firm millions. She could tell Mr. Matheson was impressed and asked her to stay behind in the boardroom, to talk about her "future", at the firm... 

Julie took this as a hint, and without missing a beat, told her CEO in a very seductive tone, that she would do ANYTHING for her promotion. Getting more comfortable and closer to Mr. Matheson, she sat and deliberately ran her hands over the softness of her nylon stockings, before crossing her legs and bobbing one of her stilettos playfully.  

"Oh...I see.", Mr. Matheson spoke, almost in a defeated and irritated tone. "Anything to be promoted you say?" He stood and moved away from her. 

"Yes Sir", Julie exclaimed with eagerness. 

There was an awkward pause where nothing further was said. The silence was finally broken by Mr. Matheson...

"Mrs. Delmar, please join me in my in my office."

"Why isn't this old pervert groping me right now? Why am I not on my knees with his cock down my throat or bent over his desk being fucked? These were the thoughts running through Julie's head. How is it that this handsome man is not trapped in her web and under her spell?

"Was I not blunt enough when I told him I'd do anything to be promoted?!" 

Instead, the two shared another awkward silence and Julie began to feel uneasy, as though she had just made a very big mistake, it was a deep sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach. 

His strict gaze looked frustrated and disappointed, as Julie shamefully began to lower her eyes to the floor. 

As matter-of-factly as talking about the weather, Mr. Matheson surprisingly stated: 

"So, Mrs. Delmar, I'd like you on your knees by the window. You're going to give me a blowjob".

Julie's head snapped up from her shameful bow, her eyes widened and she felt a bit ashamed, but relieved that her plan was back on track and that she wasn't being fired. 

"Yes Mr. Matheson", she whispered out, in her most submissive of tone, then rose from her seat and moved toward the window.

"Knees", commanded the now dominant, CEO.

Julie got down into a kneel, still in her power suit and power heels but feeling extremely submissive. 

"Open", her boss hissed at her, as he slipped out of his pants and produced his erect penis.

The one-word commands seemed extra degrading to Julie, like a pet would be spoken to. She didn't feel like a professional executive in this moment, she was feeling more trashy and slutty. However, she could feel the dampness between her legs. Humiliation and degrading sex acts secretly cause her deep arousal, even if sometimes involuntary. 

Despite feeling vulnerable and degraded, she was determined to show her boss just how much she wanted that promotion, with the best of her deepthroat abilities. She kissed the tip of his penis, as a display of her submission and willingness, then took the full length of her boss into the back of her throat.

She would beg for his cum to be sprayed onto her face, perhaps even wear his cum for awhile, like a submissive badge of honour, proud of herself that she just sucked-off the CEO. She would beg for him to unload into her mouth, and thank him for his warm, sticky load, after she swallowed it down. Then she'd get that big promotion.

Or so she thought...

Continued in: Julie's Promotion Part 2

Nancy's Woodshed Strapping - Part 2

Continued from: Nancy earns a trip to the Woodshed

True to her word and her style of administering humiliation with punishment, Mistress left Nancy, padlocked into the woodshed pillory for the full 15 minutes she had planned on. 

Nancy could feel the cool breeze from the open door, cascade against her predominately bare legs and gust up under her vulnerable little gingham dress. She couldn't hide her protruding bum, she couldn't turn to see if the neighbours were gathering on the sidewalk to watch her strapping. She was so very humiliated and so involuntarily wet!

When Mistress Andrea finally returned she ran a hand over the pleats of Nancy's dress, snugging it across her bottom as she began to speak in a soothing and caring tone. 

"Nancy huni. Did your Daddy punish you like this in the barn?"

There was a pause, as Nancy's emotions rose to the surface. 

"Yes Ma'am", she squeaked out, holding back tears as her voice hitched. 

"I don't imagine he used a bondage pillory though did he?”

“Ummm…I was draped over an old wooden sawhorse Ma’am and my wrists and ankles tied off to the legs with old horse-tack, leather binds”. 

“Were you permitted clothing during your strappings?” Mistress quietly asked. 

Nancy’s thoughts returned to those childhood memories and the old fashioned manner in which she was raised. Being taken out to the barn for serious misbehaviour, being taken over the knee by her parents for more minor offences and spending plenty of time in the corner of the family room.

Nancy then squeaked out a shameful, “Not fully Ma’am. Daddy used to march me out to the barn in just my training bra and panties.” 

Her face burned with embarrassment. Having to tell the much younger and pert Dominatrix such private details of her strict upbringing. 

"Well in that case", Mistress declared in a cocky tone. "Lets get you out of that dress!'

The latches to the pillory were undone and Nancy was allowed to briefly rub her wrists and massage her neck, before Mistress lifted her arms in the air like child, and pulled the dress up over her head and off her body.

Nancy was secured back into the punishment pillory, now in just her virginal, white cotton panties and bra. The knee socks and ballet flats stayed on, to add to her humiliation. The next thing she could hear was the jingle of that belt buckle as it was retrieved from the display hook and doubled over. 

"Young lady!" Mistress' tone became strict. 

"You're long overdue for a good belting and a sound strapping. It has been way too long!” 

Before Nancy had a chance to plead for mercy or respond, Mistress spoke again. 

"...and you will call me Daddy, is that understood young lady?"

"Bu-but Mistress". She stammered and paused, her confusion quickly interrupted by the jingle of the belt buckle, followed by a…

*SNAP*

The belt sizzled across her panties with a dull crack that echoed inside the shed. 

"Yes Daddy!! I understand!" Nancy cried out. 

The first 25 lashes over her panties was just to return the warmup and glow. The warmup that had already been established when Nancy was draped over Mistress' knee. It was steady, but mild enough that Nancy could remain aware of where she was, who might be hearing or seeing this and the manner in which she was presented and dressed. 

"Daddy!! Noooo!"

Mistress hiked her little knickers down and off and hung them on a hook were the belt had been hanging. She surveyed the state of her bum with her palm.  

"Young lady. I'm going to give you another 15 with Daddy's belt. Then you will be getting the strap".

"Daddy please no! I'll be a good girl for you!" Nancy mewed. 

"I know you will young lady. Every time you sit down for the next week, you'll remember to be a good little girl for Daddy".

Nancy groaned with embarrassment. She was a middle-aged woman! Not a little girl anymore. The embarrassment and scolding made her delicate petals betray her even more. She could feel the sheen on her inner thighs, hoping "Daddy" wouldn't notice. "Daddy", however, could see it ALL, on full display. Even noting that Nancy, surprising for her age, kept her pussy shaved completely bald and smooth.

After the 15 additional lashes the belt was returned to the hook on the woodshed wall. The wide and heavy leather strap came next. Loud echoed cracks, heavy blubbering and sobbing, and a grown woman crying out, "I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be a good girl", is what the neighbourhood must have heard that afternoon.

The sobbing Nancy, was released from the pillory and pulled in for a comforting hug. She nuzzled her face into the flannel lumber shirt Mistress wore, to dry her tears and survey the sidewalk she could now see. Her eyes darting from left to right, scanning for people. When she saw none, she nuzzled back into Mistress' shoulder and continued to weep. 

"Thank you Daddy", she sniffled out.

Mistress cupped her hands over Nancy's pigtails and gently pulled her close, kissing her forehead. 

"You know this was for your own good, right little one?"

"Yes Daddy, I'll do better. I'll be a good girl for you". Nancy crackled out, as emotion welled up once again and weeping turned into sobbing.

Nancy was permitted a short moment of rubbing and to compose herself, before Mistress told her to place her hands on her head.

"Now, go down to your knees young lady", Mistress commanded. 

It was becoming dusk outside, so Mistress lit the old oil lamp before moving herself toward the shed door. 

"I will be back to get you in one hour young lady. You are not to move from this position or you will be back in the pillory and Daddy's belt will be coming off once again, is that understood?"

Nancy moaned in shameful defeat. A groan that could have been mistaken for passionate arousal. 

"Mmmmmpft* “Yes Daddy".

All became quiet for her, as Mistress left her to her thoughts. Her focus switched between her burning bare bottom and the white noise of a residential neighbourhood. 

There were distant giggles of children playing. The ringing of dog collars being walked on lead and the odd car noises. She was nervously waiting for the gasp of a neighbourhood mother, or the leering eyes of a young husband, who happened to catch a glimpse of her humiliating predicament. 

The next hour would be long, and boring. A rollercoaster of emotions. Nancy couldn't decide what was throbbing more intensely, her strapped bare bottom or her pulsating clit. Her brain was telling her to die of embarrassment, but was being overruled by her pussy, that already longed for Mistress Andrea. 

Nancy Earns a Trip to the Woodshed

Continued from: Shameful Arousal

The elegant and frequently snooty, Nancy Landgraab, found herself in the clutches of Mistress Andrea and her Institute of Adult Discipline. For fans of the Sims 4, Nancy was the only female character in the game who's bedtime attire involved a full lingerie corset, stockings and garter belts. Older than the other perky, female Sims, Nancy has an adult son and husband and she is about to be in for a very rude awakening. 

Her attitude sucks, she is a snob to most of her neighbours and although she prances around in sultry lingerie at home, she is quite a prude when it comes to her husband. This was all about to change for her. Mistress had big plans for this mature little tart, and it all began, with a trip to the dreaded woodshed. 

One extremely effective tactic that Mistress Andrea likes to use, especially with more elegant and mature women, is to age regress them before they are punished. Nancy typically wears what is depicted above, dripping with jewelry and adorned with classy make-up. However, for today's session, Nancy was forced to wear a yellow gingham dress, knee socks and pigtails. She felt ridiculous, she looked like a naughty little girl, and the humiliation was too much for her to bear. 

She fussed and crossed her arms, she stomped her feet and began to have a little tantrum. The elegant Nancy, dressed like and now behaving like a little girl. This is exactly what Mistress expected would happen and her behaviour was swiftly addressed. 

With the box of tissues at he ready, Mistress Andrea hauled Nancy over her denim-clad lap and thrashed her on the seat of her dress. Her outburst would not be tolerated in an environment of submission and humility. As Mistress hand-spanked her, she began to threaten Nancy with a trip to the woodshed, an old-fashioned, antiquated threat that resonated with Nancy. She grew up in an older time, a quiet country life but with strict parents running a hobby farm. Hearing the word "woodshed" quickly brought back vulnerable memories of being marched out to the barn by her Daddy, forced to select and cut a switch from the woods, only to have it used on her bare bum and thighs.

Mistress had expertly tapped into these regressed feelings that Nancy harboured within her. Her outfit, Nancy's outfit and the thought of being taken to the woodshed caused a confusing mixture of emotion and arousal. As the hand-spanking continued, Nancy couldn't stop the wetness she was beginning to feel on the gusset of her knickers. 

 

Nancy was taken by the bicep and marched outside, up the side of the house and made to stand at the entrance to the shed. It was dreadfully embarrassing for her to be taken outside, dressed the way she was and still crying from her hand-spanking and humiliation. 

Mistress was not fooling around with her. She knew Nancy needed and would benefit from strict discipline in her life, the kind she received from her Mommy and Daddy growing up. Nancy secretly knew this too, her involuntary arousal was an embarrassing indication of her needs.

Nevertheless, as Mistress pointed to the pillory inside the shed, Nancy fell to her knees and began to beg for forgiveness, promising to be a good little girl. She did not want to be so publicly disciplined in the woodshed. Neighbours would definitely hear the whole ordeal. 

Mistress firmly lifted Nancy to her feet and led her inside the dreaded woodshed, securing her into the punishment pillory which padlocked in place. Nancy was softly weeping, defeated and slowly coming to terms with what was about to happen. She was left in this position to wait and anticipate her punishment, as Mistress returned to the inside of the home to fetch a leather strap.

Before leaving Nancy in her humiliating predicament, Mistress lifted her plaid shirt to display a wide, heavy leather belt, the kind Nancy's Daddy used to wear around the farm. The buckle made a memorable jingle sound as the butterflies raged in Nancy's stomach. Mistress snapped the leather quickly through the belt loops, another sound Nancy had not heard since her childhood thrashings. Nancy trembled with anticipation as Mistress hung the belt on a hook in the shed, before leaving Nancy to her tears and her thoughts. 

The stage was now set for a good, hard woodshed strapping. Nancy was petrified with nervousness and confused by arousal at the same time. In about 15 minutes, Mistress would return with the heavy leather strap, to compliment her heavy leather belt...

Continued in: Nancy's Woodshed Strapping

 

Shameful Arousal

Continued from: Tour the Fetish Studio

Once the tears have dried and your cornertime is over, almost everyone who has ever been spanked as an adult, scurries off to the bathroom to do the mirror check. This was no different for Bella, who found herself checking her bum in the mirror, the day after her session with Mistress. 

When she saw the lingering redness and felt the itchy, soreness, her mind went right back to her humiliating and painful spanking at the hands of Mistress Andrea. Bella couldn't help it, her pussy was betraying her like it never had before and she didn't understand why. She remembered having to stand in the corner for 30 minutes before being spanked, burring her nose to the walls as deep as it would go, to hide her body from the large windows. She recalled how her knees and hands were trembling with anticipation, but shamefully remembered how wet she was getting.

Underneath the slutty booty shorts that Mistress had made her wear, she could feel the gusset of her delicate panties beginning to soak. It was involuntarily and Bella couldn't stop it. The humiliation and anticipation of what was to come, had actually made her aroused. 

Now, a day later, as she felt and surveyed her red bum in the mirror, the feelings returned, her nipples hardened and Bella could feel the throbbing between her legs betray her once again. She could not explain what was happening. Her first adult spanking experience was painful, shameful and dreadfully humiliating for such an elegant woman as Bella. 

She didn't know whether to well up with tears, being betrayed so badly by her own pussy, or come to terms with the fact she was officially hooked, on spanking and submission. Her palm ran gently across her bare bottom, feeling a latent raised welt or two, from the force of Mistress' leather strap. Her fingers found their way between her legs to confirm, as if she didn't already know, that her inner thighs were soaked with her own arousal. Her face flushed red with the warmth and colour of embarrassment, a perfect colour match to her own bottom. 

Bella quickly slipped off her pants, consumed by arousal and gingerly sat her sore bottom down on the hard toilet seat, wincing as she came to rest. The dull and lingering pain only made her more ravenous to indulge her lust. She masturbated with vigor. All the while, picturing herself crying and sobbing over Mistress Andrea's knee. 

Almost instantly she was right at the edge. She gave her nipple a hard and painful pinch, which sent shockwaves right to her clit. She shook and spasmed through one of the hardest and heaviest orgasms she had ever felt, her hosed-feet curling inside her high heels. 

A few squirts even escaped between her fingers, as Bella continued to moan through the orgasmic ride she was on.

Bella was officially addicted to these new feelings. She stayed on the toilet and treated herself to another shockingly powerful orgasm, before reaching for her phone to text Mistress. 

"Mistress, it's Bella Goth. Ma’am…when can I see you again?"...

 

Continued in: Nancy Earns a trip to the Woodshed

Tour the Fetish Studio

Continued from: Bella Goth Spanked to Tears

As previously stated, Mistress Andrea opened a BDSM fetish studio in the quiet community of Willow Creek and is now accepting appointments and requests from her followers. She thought she would share with you the space, and the various specialty rooms available for scenes. 

The Strict Schoolhouse

For those wishing to experience being age regressed back to a simpler time, where actions had consequences and consequences were strict, Mistress offers a realistic classroom space. In this space you will remain quiet, you will escape from adulthood for awhile and focus on your studies. Anyone caught acting up, chewing gum or talking, will most definitely end up in detention or be writing lines on the chalkboard with their bottom bare. 

The women of Willow Creek, the adult wives and the girlfriends will definitely end up in a regulation school uniform when they choose this space and maybe even some of the sissy men!

The space where punishment is meted out, has been specifically built to be visible and open-out into the main classroom. Any student being spanked or serving a timeout in the corner will be witnessed by the rest of the students, to add to the deep humiliation. 

The Little Girls' Bedroom

Do you ever feel like you need a Mommy role in your life? A strict Mommy role? Let Mistress fulfill this need and give you the care and comfort you require, all while ensuring you are well behaved and well disciplined. After a month in chastity, the boyfriends and men of Willow Creek will do just about anything to earn a release. Mommy likes to exploit this desperation in this space, and force them into humiliating sissy clothing, diapers and put them on her nipple amidst the soothing scent of baby powder.

Any fussing and the naughty sissy slave will certainly be taken over Mommy's knee for a dose of her hairbrush.

As Mistress plays with Bella Goth in the sex dungeon, or Summer is experiencing her first Lezdom scene, the husbands and boyfriends will be forcibly feminized and locked in the Little Girl's Bedroom with their chastity keys no where in sight. 

There is an area for full make-overs, racks of baby pink clothing, maid uniforms, all adorned with ruffles and bows. The sissy slaves who choose this space have never been this this humiliated and denied before. Most break down in tears, wet their diapers, or just spend their time bound to the princess bed, wondering when they will be set free. When Mistress hosts a scene in this space after providing a cleansing enema, the sissies will definitely be riding the dildo, bouncy ball or forced to make out with the inflatable sex doll.

There has never been a little girl in this room, only adult sissy slaves and adult babies. Book with Mommy today for a nice escape into a deeply age-regressed scene. It's a perfect spot for littles, middles and ABDL play. 

Stay tuned for the rest of the tour where Mistress will show off her Medical Play Space, Sex Dungeon and Mistress' Personal Chambers. 

Continued in: Shameful Arousal