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 the 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