Any Given Sunday

Continued from: Almost Out of Time

[FLR] [HoH] [spanking] [F/ffm] [M/ff] [corner time]

One evening, not too long after New Years, I found young Skylar in the vanilla wing of the house, furiously typing away on her computer with that glazed-over, genius look in her eyes. "Skylar, honey?" I gently tapped at her door that was ajar, "may I come in?" 

We chatted for a bit, just a check-up really, to see how she is acclimating to the new environment and her new role at the Facility. She told me about her session with her old friend, Eesha, and how it was more of a fascinating science experiment for her than a kink. 

When I asked Skylar what she was so engrossed in on her computer, she simply replied that she was now enrolled in a Master's degree program - human psychology and sports psychology. I just shook my head in awe, as usual. I guess the doctorate she achieved already wasn't quite enough to fill up that beautiful mind of hers, she needed to cram some more knowledge in there. 

I kissed her on the tip of her nose, causing her to crinkle it and giggle. I told her that I was happy to have her with us, at the Facility, before turning to check my watch - I had set a family meeting down in the living room for tonight, so after another peck to Skylar's forehead, I left her to her studies and made my way downstairs.

The girls were already in their nighttime jammies, looking adorable as always, with their little elasticized cuffs and bare feet. 

Across from them on the other couch, Russell was working on his laptop, looking a wee bit frustrated. "What's the matter, Daddy?" I cooed to him as I embraced him from behind, looking over his shoulder at the screen. 

"What did you DO?!" I cried out in laughter, taking in the sight of a grotesque A.I. fail, of none other than me! Russell helps me with the A.I. artwork sometimes, he's better at it than I am, but in this case, something went wrong, look: 

"Well, I still look cute," I said to him, "can you crop out the extra body parts, and my feet?" 

"Much better, Daddy,” I patted him on the lap and turned my attention to Sarah Jane and Summer who were playing on their phones like a pair of teenagers. "Devices away girls," I commanded. "It's time for our family meeting." 

With four adults now living under one roof, it was more important than ever that we establish clear boundaries and expectations, that we maintain the delicate balance of power and authority that has served us so well in the past. This was the premise behind tonight’s meeting. 

"Girls," I said, my voice firm but gentle, "Daddy and I have something important to discuss with you." I pause, allowing the gravity of my words to sink in, before continuing. "As you know, this household operates on a very specific set of rules and guidelines, designed to ensure the happiness and wellbeing of all its members. And while we have perhaps been a bit lax in enforcing some of these rules in recent months, your Daddy and I have decided that it is time to reinstate one of our most important rituals: the weekly maintenance spanking." 

I saw a flicker of surprise cross Summer's face, quickly followed by a look of sheepish resignation. Beside her, Sarah Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting nervously between me and Russell. 

"Now, as adult women, I know that neither of you are particularly fond of this aspect of our dynamic," I acknowledged, my tone softening slightly. "But the fact remains that it is an essential component of our lifestyle, one that helps to keep you both grounded and accountable. Your Daddy and I only want what is best for you two, even if it means some weekly tough love." 

I reached out, taking each of their hands in mine, squeezing gently in a gesture of reassurance. "We will begin tomorrow night, after Sunday dinner. And from here on out, every Sunday after that, you shall be informed where to report for your weekly dose of discipline. Understood?"

There was a moment of silence as the girls digested the news, their expressions ranging from resigned acceptance to obvious humiliation. But ultimately, they both nodded their agreement, their voices murmuring out a soft, "Yes, Mommy." 

As the girls filed out of the room, their heads bowed in thoughtful contemplation, I turned my attention to Russell. "Honey," I softly took his hand into mine, "there's one more thing. I would like for you to participate on Sunday's too. Sometimes, you may be asked to spank one or both of the girls yourself, or we’ll each take a girl to a separate room." 

"Before and after each spanking," I continue, "the girls will be required to spend some time in the corner, reflecting on their behaviours of the week. During this time, I would like for them to be in the living room, together, facing opposing walls with their bums bare. This will give them the space they need to process their emotions, while allowing you and I to keep an eye on them."

"The important thing about these maintenance sessions though, is that each spanking be a one-on-one affair, a private moment between you or I and the girl in question. This allows for a level of intimacy and vulnerability that simply cannot be achieved in a group setting. I'll afford Sarah the same privacy, if I happen to be administering her maintenance."

Russell nodded in understanding, but before he could speak, I hit him with a little surprise that I don't think he was expecting, given his current role in our dynamic. 

"When it comes to your own maintenance, young man, I think it's best if we keep things private. The girls don't need to hear their Daddy getting his bare bottom thrashed over my knee, now do they?" 

"That's why Monday evenings will be perfect for you, let me tell you why..."

To be continued...

Thank you again to all of my loyal fans, new and old. Things got and are about to get a little busy IRL. I'll try to post when I can. 

Let me see if I can get a video to work here, stand by...

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo