A Sarah Jane story
Hi everyone, it's Sarah again. I'm going to be grounded to my bedroom after I post this so I'll type slowly and take my time when I describe my spanking to all of you. Yet I've just realized this is a horrible predicament because it's very uncomfortable to sit right now.
I'd rather be on my tummy on my bed, sobbing into my stuffie.
"Mr. Bun Buns" was my cuddly companion throughout my age regressed phases of this journey I've been on. I spent a lot of time holding his little ear while standing in the corner with my pull-ups at my knees and red bum on display.
But what to do now?? *foot stomp*
Sit here and stall and dawdle and endure the pain of sitting? Or finish my task quickly to be grounded to my room? Grrrr!
I'll begin with a revelation I had.
Doesn't it suck when something you despise doing, or having to do in my case, turns out to serve its intended purpose? Thirty minutes in the time-out corner sucks! It's boring and the slight elevation of my Mary Jane heels makes my feet hurt and I'm humiliated and dressed like a little girl and it just plain sucks!
As the agonizing minutes tick by and the humiliation causes my pussy to betray me, the boredom forces me to begin thinking about why I'm in the corner in the first place.
Intended purpose of cornertime? That's 1-0 for Daddy.
I thought about a specific request he had for me the other day. It was the on the 16th of August. He sent me this awesome bdsm video of two slave girls in a dirty factory-type setting. One poor girl was gagged, presumably with her own panties and tape. She was crotch-rope tied, her nipples were clamped and she was strung up in a bondage pose with spreader bar, forced onto her toes.
So as the video started for me, this was the initial scene:
The girl on the left had her nipples clamped and affixed to her dildo stand. This was a nice move I thought. Trapped by her own nipples!
The girl on the right. Her crotch rope is tied to her ponytail to keep her head up and forward. Way more shameful! She can't hide from her punishment now. Her nipple chain seems to be around her neck, causing pressure and tugging if she moves too much.
The strung-up girl is spanked and whipped with a belt the entire time. She screams her way through the whole torturous scene while her legs shake from her tip-toed position.
Her friend, now covered in her own drool and slobber, deepthroats that realistic cock, the entire time. It's a long video. It's 18 minutes long and my Daddy knows this is exactly the sort of treatment I crave and want. This is the style of maledom I like. I wanted to take the place of both of these women, as I watched this.
Daddy allowed me to masturbate while I watched the full length of this video. I was also, shockingly, permitted to cum at will, provided I recorded the times within the video that I orgasmed.
*blush* I'm embarrassed about the next thing I want to say...
I came five times while watching this clip! The first one occurring at the 2:42 mark. My second orgasm, which was heavy and shuddering, at the 5:28 mark. Then, like the spoiled little cum-brat that I am, I came three more times! Five orgasms Daddy gifted me. I really was his spoiled little girl.
Intended purpose of cornertime? Self-reflection? Dammit....2-nothing for Daddy.
He keeps my orgasms controlled so I am in a perpetual state of arousal, on edge and ready to serve him. My orgasms, when permitted, are like a gift to me. And now I just had five in a row, didn't journal about my previous ones then even forgot about one and when it occurred.
I took for granted these lovely gifts. I took advantage of how kind my Daddy is to me. Fuck!
3-nothing Daddy. Acceptance of consequences!
This is when the fear of the spanking sets in, while I was in the corner. I knew it was going to be long and severe. This was right around the time my thirty minutes was coming to an end and I was called to Daddy's side, to face him for the first time.
Of course I was bawling. 4-0 for Daddy. The cornertime was long enough to reach the self-pity phase, apologetic phase and begging for Daddy to not be disappointed with me. Bawling at him to please spank me, because I know I'll be forgiven afterwards. Spank me long and hard, just don't be disappointed in me!
See how sucky this is! When you realize this process works. Sucky cornertime achieved its intended purpose! This sucks!
Well. I got what I had coming to me and I know I deserved it. I got hand-spanked first, followed by the strap, two hairbrushes, a dozen with the cane then finally, Daddy's belt. I was a frantic mess by the end.
Snot, tears. I was cough-crying. Daddy held me close to tell me I was forgiven and I sobbed into his shoulder, apologizing for being a spoiled little brat.
Then, with the scent of pink baby lotion enveloping the room and enveloping my nostrils, I was about to undertake another agonizing thirty minutes in time-out, displayed and shamed. This is the point Mistress walked in on us, and asked what was up.
I heard Daddy telling Mistress why I got a spanking. My face burned with embarrassment from my corner, when he revealed to her that I masturbated myself to five cummies! I heard words like spoiled being used, brat and ungrateful, when he told her about the journal I failed to do. Daddy was clearly still fuming with me. Then I heard Mistress speak.
"This is actually good timing. I have something to talk with you about. Does Sarah Jane need to be punished further?" Mistress asked Russ.
"Yes!" I heard my Daddy reply. He didn't even hesitate.
Then the two of them began to whisper, which was humiliating and annoying. They were likely whispering about me! I heard Summer's name spoken. I heard the term hall-pass. That was about all I could extract from their whispering.
Mistress clicked out of the room and the final minutes of my cornertime came to an end. When Daddy released me I crawled on my hands and knees over to him. His pants were off and his cock was in his hand. My ritual was so drilled into me that nothing had to be said.
"May I please suck your cock Daddy?" I said as I looked up at him.
"Yes you may young lady," was his reply, adding a touch of youthful vulnerability for me.
"Thank you Daddy." Was my next response, followed by a gentle kiss to the tip of his penis before taking him into my mouth.
I love when it grows in my mouth Daddy!
As I sucked him off he calmly spoke. He didn't ask me anything, as my mouth was full of his dick, he just told me what was going down.
"Summer wishes to join us for a playdate." He said.
"Since you've lost some appreciation of how good you have it and the lovely gift of orgasm that Daddy grants you, you're going to be taught a further lesson young lady."
I could only groan onto his cock. Not knowing what this new punishment would entail.
Daddy wasted no time in telling me.
"When Summer joins us, you're going to watch me fuck her." He bluntly declared.
I groaned onto his cock again in desperation. Not really knowing if it was a jealous groan or a groan of pure arousal at the thought of this upcoming humiliation.
I didn't have long to process what was just said, as Daddy was now blasting his load into my throat.
Once I swallowed everything down and cleaned up his cock, I kissed the tip once again and simply said, "thank you Daddy."
Was I thanking him for his cum? Was I thanking him for my spanking? Or was this my implied consent about his statement that he is going to fuck Summer and force me to watch?
As I sit here typing, I think it was all of the above. I deliberately didn't say anything further in that moment.
Once I hit this post button, I have to go to my room. I'm grounded for the night. To lay on my tummy and think about watching my Daddy fuck Summer.
*pout*
sarah jane 😔
Continued in: I often envy submissives
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