Crying is not a Safeword

Continued from: Summer gets caught

Today is going to be all business with my poor Summer. She knows she needs to be punished and punished she will be!

Cassandra was under instructions to put Summer through the full "process" of being checked into my facility for a spanking. The check in process is meant to embarrass, humiliate and create deepened feelings of vulnerability, prior to a spanking commencing. 

This usually assists some of the more resistant or stubborn adults, as it sets the stage to let their emotions come to the surface. When the spanking eventually begins, it is much easier for them to feel remorse, shame and release anything they might have pent up. 

And it's a safe, judge-free environment to do exactly that.  

I have a feeling that Summer will definitely be in for quite the surprise. 

She arrived at exactly 9:55AM. Her appointment was scheduled for 10. She greeted Cassie properly with a formal and polite, "Good morning Miss Cassandra". 

Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement, suddenly realizing she wasn't alone in this waiting room. She sat down immediately with her back to the bare-naked male behind her. She was too embarrassed to turn and look. 

"Summer, what brings you to the facility today?" Cassandra asked purposely. I had trained her to ask questions like this, so the clients have to declare out loud, the reason they are there. 

Summer blushed deeply and lowered her head. 

"I'm here to be punished, Miss Cassandra", she mumbled out. 

"And why are you being punished?" Cassandra asked. 

Summer looked at her feet in embarrassment, the irony being that her feet got herself into this pickle in the first place. Then she looked slightly over her shoulder, like doing a blind-spot check. She was dreadfully aware that she was not alone in the waiting room.

"Mistress caught me selling my used nylons on the internet Miss Cassandra", she squeaked out. 

"I see", Cassandra responded with a scorned look on her face. 

"The room to my right Summer, the one labelled for both male and female, is a changeroom. Inside there are lockers. Please strip fully naked. Remove all jewelry, rings and watches and along with your purse and phone, place everything into an open locker". 

Summer was a bit frozen, perhaps in shock at the formality of all of this. She eventually composed herself, took a deep breath and obeyed. 

"Yes Miss Cassandra". 

Summer emerged several minutes later, mortified with feelings of embarrassment and humiliation. 

Cassandra escorted her to a seat in the waiting area, motioning for her to sit. 

"Miss Cassandra, when I closed the locker with all my things in it, it locked", Summer innocently said. 

"Yes Summer, Mistress is the only one who has keys to the lockers, and keys to the boy's cock cages. Isn't that right Kyle?" Cassandra teased. 

It just dawned on Summer, that the poor male sitting behind her, was the same male submissive that she beat and pegged in her first Dominatrix debut: Domina Debut

Now she felt even more embarrassed. Having to admit she was there to be punished, right in front of a male she absolutely, sexually owned, less than a month ago. 

Before she could protest to Cassie or ask for mercy, a ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and padlocked at the buckle. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, causing her to lurch forward in the seat. Then came the final and ultimate humiliation, having her legs forced open with a spreader bar, to expose her bare, bald, beautiful pussy. 

Cassandra sat back down and recited her usual script, that she does with all the nervous and trembling clients. 

"Alright you two. 'Mommy' will be here to deal with you shortly. You are both going to be punished in the room to your right. Please remember that crying is encouraged, but it's not your safeword. Nod if you understand me". 

They did. Summer looked on the brink of tears already. Cassie called me to indicate they were ready. 

I clicked into the room, confident and powerful, wearing my finest Mommy-wear, seamed hose and pearls.

"Kyle first please, Cassie", I commanded. 

She attended to him. Removing his bondage and gag. He was noticeably fighting off a little stiffy in his chastity cage.

I noticed Summer's beautiful puss puss was glistening with shame as well. She looked at me in panic and desperation. I didn't give her the comfort of a wink or a smile. It was all business today. 

"In you go Kyle. Mommy will be with you shortly. Park your nose in the timeout corner", Cassie hissed at him. 

For about the next twenty minutes, the deathly quiet waiting room was filled with the muffled sounds of wood and leather meeting bare buttocks and thighs. Summer's butterflies would have been raging in her tummy, especially when she started to hear the high-pitched yelps and pleas coming from Kyle. 

"No Mommy, please no! Not the hairbrush!" He was shrieking out, sounding more like a naughty little girl than a man. The sharp wooden smacks rang out again and again. 

When the room was once again silent, the door creaked open and Summer turned her head to see the puffy wet eyes and red-face of Kyle. She groaned into her gag when she saw the crimson redness of his bare bum, haloed around two white looking splotches. 

He was directed up on the stage by Cassie and put into his timeout position. 

"Undo Summer for me please Cassandra, then set a 30-minute timer for Kyle". I said. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra responded. 

"Alright Summer Addison, follow me", I sternly spoke to her, slipping her middle name into the mix.

I raised my voice a little, to call out to the waiting room as Summer followed me into the spanking room. 

"Cassandra huni, bring me the foot cane. It's the thin one with the gold handle, behind your desk". 

"Mommy, please no. Not my feet!" Summer pleaded with me as the door shut behind us. 

I disregarded her pleas and began to describe the mechanics of the punishment table to her. I pointed out where her wrists will be bound, where her feet will be bound and how I expect her to arch and present her soles for me. I pointed to the center bolster and told her this is for raising and presenting her bare bum. 

She whimpered in defeat, continuing to apologize for being so naughty.

Cassandra entered the room with the cane I requested, specifically designed for bare soles. It’s light and thin enough to ensure no damage is done to the small bones in the feet, but whippy enough to truly administer a memorable punishment. 

Cassie placed the vicious cane on the punishment table and left the room. 

I pulled Summer over to the couch and had her sit down next to me for a chat. I gently explained to her why she was going to be punished and asked if she agreed it was fair, given her behaviour.

With tears in her eyes she trembled out a "yes Mommy, I'm sorry". 

I patted my hosed thighs. 

"Alright Summer Addison, over Mommy's lap. You need to be taught a long and hard lesson young lady". 

She got a very firm and lengthy hand-spanking, as a warm-up, before I brought her to a spanking bench and bound her in place. 

I used the foot cane on her bare bum and thighs, which would have the sensation of cutting a switch and using it on her bare bum. Then she was given a strapping with a leather belt, while she remained bound in this position. 

She had marked up very nicely on her bare bum. Next came the punishment table where she was first paddled, before I declared it was time for her bare soles. 

"Summer, since the reason for your punishment relates to your feet, I feel it is fitting that part of your punishment involves your soles, is this fair?" 

Summer was gently sobbing at this point, nodding her head and saying, "yes Mommy". 

I told her to flex her toes back and arch her feet against the table. She then received 20 stokes of the whippy-cane, on each sole. She was howling and begging by the time I was done. 

I undid her restraints and got her back on my lap, this time in the dreaded, wheelbarrow position which forces EVERYthing...to be on display. 

I used some pink baby lotion and gently massaged this onto her thrashed bottom. She softly moaned and calmed down, her tears subsided. 

Before leaving the room, I pulled her onto my lap and told her that she was forgiven, yet we still had to go see Cassie for her cornertime. 

"Yes Mommy, I understand. Thank you Mommy", she breathed-out. 

Cassandra. 10 minutes please, on her tip-toes. If her heels touch the floor, bring her and the foot cane back to see me. Summer had never been on the horrifying, time-out stage before. She was slightly relived that Kyle was no longer there, but felt deep shame that Cassie had to monitor her. 

When her time is up Cassie, send her up to my bedroom please. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra answered. 

Twelve-ish minutes later. A very sheepish and vulnerable, bare-naked Summer, crept into my bedroom. 

We talked for a moment, she thanked me for her punishment and promised to never sell her hosiery on the internet again, unless I have given her permission to do so. She admitted to deep feelings of vulnerability but felt very cared for and loved.  

I led her over to one of my worship chairs. She knelt and hugged my waist. 

"Mommy, can I be a 'little' for the rest of the day?" She sweetly asked me. I wasn't surprised, given how vulnerable her session was. 

"How little, sweetheart?" I asked her. 

She thought about this for a moment, before answering...

"Like...one step above diapers Mommy, if that makes sense?"

"I think I have something that will fit you little one", I stroked her hair and cooed to her.  

I gave my little Summer a bubble bath, then got her dressed as she requested. 

Look how cute this little biscuit is, in her onesie and sockies!

It was now time for her to properly thank me, for her punishment 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Becoming a foot-pimp