Thursday, June 22, 2023

The Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer and I just bought an old, turn-of-the-century farmhouse on the other side of town. It's not for us, we're not moving. It is another facility where we will soon be offering our clients a very vulnerable and immersive experience. 

A safe place where they can explore their deepest and darkest and transport themselves back to a different time. 

Cute isn't it? 


The curators of this new location are a lovely retired couple named Ed and Lorraine. They will actually be living here and managing this location similar to a Bed and Breakfast for interested clients. 

"But what's the twist Mistress? There's always a twist..."

Indeed there is. For this is no ordinary B&B. 

Clients who come here will stay for the weekend, this is mandatory. There are no electronics permitted on the premises, meaning cell phones and computers. Outside of a client sneaking in a naughty masturbation there is no sexual activity permitted, not between clients and not with Ed or Lorraine.

My silly males, this means no chastity devices either! Yes I really just said that. Lucky you, but of course there is a catch that you'll read about later on.

"So it's just a normal farmhouse retreat, Bed and Breakfast then?" You ask. 

Clients who wish to book this space have two fantasy options to select from and only two.
  1. You've been sent to stay with Auntie, Uncle and your cousins, at their farm for the weekend.
  2. This is your childhood home, a hobby farm, with your Mommy, Daddy and your siblings. 
Your weekend session will not be solo, ever. There will always be "siblings". Other adult clients of mixed gender will be playing the roles of big sisters, little brothers or cousins, directly immersed in the vulnerability and humiliation of this experience also. 

The rooms are designed to take you back to a different time, where carpet was shag, Daddy read the paper in the "Daddy Chair", and the wallpaper had an odour of sweet pipe tobacco and potpourri. 


The furniture was ugly, the small television only had 12 channels and children had to do things like read books and play outside, pick up a board game or irritate their siblings. 

"You two, go outside and play, it's nice out."

This parental order would not be met with whines or back-talk, because this household, in this period of time, was managed by Daddy's belt and Mommy's hairbrush!


Over in the kitchen, a slightly different but equally antiquated decade. 


Mommy's heels would click across the linoleum floors as she hummed a song and baked banana bread. Supper in this home would involve a 1962 Betty Crocker Cookbook and some manner of casserole that required a tin of cream-of-mushroom soup. 

Lorraine WILL be making you food of this era during your stay and you better finish ALL of your green beans without making a face, crossing your arms or holding your breath at the table. The lifeless, baked pork-chop and triple-mix, frozen veggies? You'll be sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, with a sore bum and tears streaming down your face, finishing your supper from the night before. 


I wouldn't test her!


Lorraine looks sweet and caring and she is! But she also knows what's best for you and has implements of opportunity everywhere to quickly arm herself. 


From the wooden spoons of the kitchen, to the slippers on her hosed-feet in the evenings, there are implements of opportunity everywhere in this home! Even in the laundry room. 


Lorraine, who will play the role of Mommy or Auntie for the clients, loves earlobe marching and always has a bar of soap at the ready for potty-mouthed boys and girls! You'll be experiencing both during your stay!


 
 

  

Ed is no push-over either. If your "younger cousin" brings a note home from school indicating she cheated on a test, "Uncle" Ed will put her right over his knee while you listen from your bedroom. A familiar sound in this home of his firm man-hand meeting bare buttocks. 







In the bedroom where you will be staying, we wanted to capture the feel of your own childhood bedroom. You will be grounded here occasionally, you will be shedding tears into the pillow and you might end up just nervously sitting on the edge of the bed full of butterflies. 


Why...? 

Because Mommy told you to go up there and sit on your bed "and you just wait until your father gets home!" 


That's right my silly male clients! 

If you book this farmhouse experience your discipline will come from "Mommy" OR "Daddy". I know most of you are heterosexual males but this experience has nothing to do with sex. Your naked little penis and balls will be rubbing against Daddy's wool dress pants as you squirm and dance over his knee. 

Your female "cousins" will cover their mouths and giggle when they see Uncle's firm hand reddening your bare backside in the living room.  


"I heard you got it pretty bad?" Your attractive older "sister" will ask you empathetically, as you rub your itchy and sore bottom. 


"Yeah. Daddy took me out to the woodshed after school cuz Kyle and I broke old man Thompson's shop window." 


That's right my beloved guests, this farmhouse has a woodshed and you will absolutely be marched out here for the most serious of correction. 


The younger "children" in the home and the dainty womenfolk don't need to see or hear you getting some sense strapped back into you by Daddy. 

Kyle's Mom brought him over to answer for the broken window too. I'm sure they’re commiserating right now actually! Talking about the best size and style of wooden spoon for both baking and spanking. 


There are eyes everywhere! The interconnected network of Moms and rotary dial phones, all supported by their sleeper-cell of teachers and shop owners in the community. 

This was a time when Mommy would get a call from Timmy's Mom. "You'll never guess what your son taught my son to say!" 

Did Mommy cast blame away from you, try to blame the schoolboard or the teachers or maybe it's Timmy's parents fault? Hell no! YOU were held accountable for your actions!

And your sister probably made your misery even worse! "I heard him swear last week too Mom!"

"He said WHAT?!!"


Then, as you're grounded to your bedroom with the taste of soap in your mouth and a blistered backside, you mischievously grin because your Marsha Brady-looking sister is now being throttled for tattling.


The naughtiest of my female clients and friends of this blog, you know who you are! I haven't forgotten about you.  

Your backsides won't escape a trip to the woodshed either. Once Daddy gives you and your sister an OTK warm-up in the house, you'll be marched out to the dreaded shed where the strap and sawhorse await. 

You know you need this manner of therapeutic discipline and regression! Female clients will be provided with clothing styles like yellow gingham dresses, knee socks and sandals or saddle shoes. Male clients will be age regressed with little shorts, tighty-whiteys, dress shirts and Buster Brown shoes. 


Please don't hesitate to contact Cassandra at the Facility to book this truly immersive experience. The Farmhouse is open for business and Ed and Lorraine are eager to meet you and provide you with a wonderful escape from adulting for awhile. 


Mistress Andrea

xoxo


Continued in: Paranormal Activity 


To jump right to the next iteration of this storyline: Miss Julie books the taboo Farmhouse

 


 
 

12 comments:

juliesp said...

I'd like to sign up, please! I'll take the Aunty/Uncle/cousins option.
(And it was peas in my case, not beans). :-)

Anonymous said...

Mrs. Delmar, you’ve reached Cassandra from The Facility. How may I help you?

juliesp said...

Oh... ummm... golly... well... I read you have this new farmhouse experience sort of thing. Age regression type stuff? I kind of have some guilt about what a little disrespectful shit I was in my teenage years. Worst at 16. Was wondering if you can sort of help me put that behind myself?

Anonymous said...

Of course Mrs. Delmar, we would be happy to help. We can send you to stay with your Auntie and Uncle for the weekend if you believe it will help. You already have the joining instructions and welcome package. Could you please ensure that your pubic area including your anus is shaved completely bald, prior to your session?

Miss Cassandra.

juliesp said...

Blush! Yes, Ma'am.

Anonymous said...

Good little girl! We’ll see you soon Mrs. Delmar.

Miss Cassandra

MrBrian2112 said...

Wow. What a great concept. This really should be a reality. A place where you could commit yourself to staying for a weekend, or week, or even possibly longer (with no way out -- sort of like a temporary guardianship for adults). It could even be court ordered as an alternative to jail, or required by employers (or spouses or family) as punishment. I really like the idea of mom and dad both spanking, and the use of the woodshed. Actually raising blisters in the woodshed on male and female bottoms should be part of the experience. I would also add punishment enemas. And of course, masturbation should be strictly punished. Just a great idea.

Mistress Andrea said...

Ooo! A punishment enema! I like this.

MrBrian2112 said...

I am glad you like the idea of punishment enemas. My parents threatened me with them growing up, but I never received them. This Taboo Farmhouse would be an ideal place for me to experience what I missed. Enemas solutions that cause cramping. Having to retain the enema for a certain period of time, with punishments for failing to retain the entire time. Explusions observed by "mom and dad" and others. Having to stop and start expulsion on command, with punishments for failure to follow directions (or inability to do so). I think spankings and enemas go together like peas and carrots.

Mistress Andrea said...

This one is going to take a few parts and sequels I think MrBrian!

MrBrian2112 said...

Yes, I imagine it will. There are so many possibilities. There really is a need for adults of both genders to receive corporal punishment in this kind of setting. Both to relieve stress and guilt, but also to actually improve adult behavior.

Anonymous said...

I was fortunate enough once to find a therapeutic, professional disciplinarian. Non sexual experience, no leather, no assless chaps. I went there to deal with a specific matter and it was a life changing event!

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