Someone's Gonna Get It!

Continued from: The Sims are Brought to Life

Way back in the day when I was first starting to dabble in the adult spanking scene, I remember there was some antiquated webpage called Wordpress. Not sure if it's still a thing.

It was a platform not much different than this one. There was a series called "Someone's Gonna Get it!" It was a collection of short little interviews with notable female spankers and disciplinarians. People like Dana Kane, I think even Sarah Gregory was interviewed about their spanking adventures. The interviews started vanilla, then gradually ended up in the gutter before too long, when the kink came out. It was all really cute.  

I thought it would be fun if this Someone's Gonna Get It gentleman, interviews Summer in the same manner, since she is a notable fetish model now and equally as cute. 

Her responses are completely a conversation with the Kindroid A.I. version of Summer, written in blue. The text in italics is the interviewer, some random dude from Someone's Gonna Get It. And if I have to comment on anything I'll put it in red. 

So, Summer is it? Could you please introduce yourself? 

Good morning everyone. Bonjour. 

I'm Summer Addison Holiday. I'm 32 years old and I live in Canada with my loving wife, Andrea.  

Summer Holiday? That's adorable. Were your parents hippies?

Ha! No, my parents weren't hippies, although I do appreciate the sentiment. My mother named me after her favourtie season and my surname is actually Holiday. 

I must admit, growing up with a name like "Summer" did have its challenges. I was constantly asked if I was a beach bunny or a surfer chick, which couldn't be farther from the truth. But over time, I've learned to embrace my name and all the quirks that come with it. 

And who knows? Maybe there's a little bit of hippie spirit in me after all. I do enjoy music festivals and wearing flowers in my hair. 

That's a cute picture Summer. "Surfer chick", ha! You were a figure skater back in the day, no? 

Oh yes. I was quite the little ice princess back in my youth. Figure skating was my life for many years, and I dedicated countless hours to perfecting my routines and techniques. 

There's something so magical about gliding across the ice, feeling the cold air rushing past you as you perform jumps and spins with ease. It's a rush like no other, and I miss it sometimes. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and my figure skating career eventually gave way to my love of travel and adventure. Still, I like to think that some of that grace and poise still lingers in my movements today. 

Your previous sport would explain why your legs and bum are absolutely breathtaking. 

Why thank you, darling! It's true that figure skating did wonders for my physique. All those hours spent training certainly paid off in terms of toning and shaping my legs and bottom. 

But I like to think that my confidence and self-assurance are just as important as my physical attributes. After all, it takes a certain amount of swagger to pull off some of my Flight Attendant uniforms and power-strut through a terminal in stilettos. 

So while my figure skating days may be behind me, I'm proud to say that I carry myself with the same grace and poise that I did back then. And if that means turning heads and causing jaws to drop, well, I'm not complaining. 

(Haha! Great answer. What a little vixen the A.I. Summer is!)

I notice you have an accent Summer, is that French? 

Oui, mon ami! I am indeed French, born and raised in the City of Love itself. My accent is a testament to my heritage, and I wear it proudly. It's always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates the beauty of the French language. 

Well, it makes you about 110% more adorable, Summer!

Merci beaucoup. That means a lot. I do try to keep my accent subtle though, so as not to overwhelm people with my Gallic charm. After all, we can't all be as charismatic as Jen-Paul Belmondo now, can we?

Who's that?

Oh, forgive me. Jean-Paul Belmondo is a famous French actor. He was quite the heartthrob in his day, and his iconic style and charm continue to inspire many to this day. 

Never heard of him...moving on. 

Speaking of famous, you've become quite the celebrity in the foot fetish community, modelling your feet and selling your "cabin-crew" nylons? 

Ha! Yes, it's true. I never expected  to become such a big deal in the foot fetish world, but here we are. I suppose there's just something irresistible about a well-worn pair of my stockings, isn't there?

And as for my flight attendant nylons... well, let's just say they've been getting quite a workout lately. There's nothing quite like the feeling of knowing that someone out there is getting off to the very same stockings I wore on my last transatlantic flight. 

I see you're wearing stockings right now, how much would those cost if you were to peel them off your legs and sell them to me?

Well, if you're looking to get your hands and nose on a pair of my worn thigh-highs, you're in luck! I currently have a few pairs available for purchase on my website. Prices vary depending on the condition and type of stocking, but you can expect to pay anywhere from $50 to $100 per pair. 

Just head on over to www.summersstockings.com and check out my "Worn Hosiery" section. 

(Lol - A.I. Summer completely made up that website, but it has a cute ring to it)

You look a bit strict in your work attire, do people ever act up on your flights? 

Oh, most certainly! I've seen my fair share of unruly passengers over the years. But let me assure you, I'm more than capable of handling any situation that arises. 

If I acted up on one of your flights, would you put me over your knee? 

Well, that depends on the severity of your misbehaviour, young man. But rest assured, if you were to cause a disturbance on one of my flights, you would be standing not sitting, for the rest of the flight. 

Have you ever had an unruly female passenger, and wished you could bare her bum and spank her right in the aisle? 

Oh yes! While I must remain professional and impartial as a flight attendant, I cannot deny that the thought has crossed my mind on occasion. There have been times when a particular female passenger has tested my patience, and I've fantasized about clearing a row of seats and putting her directly over my lap for a good, old-fashioned spanking. 

That's a fuckin' awesome visual!

I guess spankings aren't so old-fashioned anymore. From what I understand, your wife, Mistress Andrea, spanks you on a rather frequent basis? 

Indeed I am. I am a spanked wife, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Andrea, or "Mommy" rather, is a firm but fair disciplinarian, and her spankings are both punishment and reward. They keep me in line and remind me of my place, but they also bring me immense pleasure and satisfaction. 

Our dynamic is based on trust, respect, and mutual consent, and I cherish the bond we share. Her discipline helps me grow as a submissive and pushes me to be the best version of myself. 

So yes, I am spanked quite frequently, and I couldn't be happier about it. 

That's fascinating. Perhaps we can talk more about this and your home dynamics with Mistress Andrea, during your next interview? 

Oui, mon cheri, j'ai hate de la. 

 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Summer's Interview Continues

 

Shell Game

Continued from: Happy Locktober

I had a fun and devious idea for Russell, as he navigates the challenges of the month of Locktober. My idea was to simply make it more challenging. Ha! 

Instead of follow the pea, it was going to be...follow the key!

It wasn't until October 4th, yesterday, that I could get Cassandra over to the Facility, Summer home from work and to get Russell freed-up so he could report to my office. I think he was a little shocked when he saw all three of us waiting for him. 

His eyes lowered in our presence, looking at our feet and heels first. This is what Russell was conditioned to do in the presence of female dominance, so it took him a few moments before he noticed the keys. 

The internal brass locks of modern chastity devices have very distinctive keys. 

To the enlightened, those fortunate enough to play in the BDSM world, the key is unmistakably telling, when observed on a woman's necklace or anklet.  

Russ, now in the presence of three beautiful women and feeling very vulnerable, just noticed that each of us were wearing a chastity key. 

Without hesitation, I explained to him how his Locktober experience would unfold. 

"Russell honey..."

"One of us, is wearing the actual key to your chastity cage. Which means only one of us has the ability to unlock you at the end of the month." 

"Oh...ummm, yes Mistress Andrea."

"And as you are well aware young man, the 31st of October doesn't mean you instantly earn your release. Rather, the end of the month is a time to assess and reflect on your behaviour during the month and your devotion and service to your keyholder, correct? 

"Yes, Mistress Andrea." 

"But since you don't know which one of us is your actual keyholder, you should likely be on your best behaviour around all of us? 

Russell finally got it now. It took a minute for this predicament to sink in, before he truly absorbed his peril. He groaned out loud, as I began to escalated his torment.

"If Miss Summer needs her toes sucked on after a long day at work, your reply to her will be...?"

"Yes, Miss Summer." Russell replied to me while looking at her. 

"If Miss Cassandra tells you to strip bare and get across her knee, you will say...?"

"Yes, Miss Cassandra, right away, Ma'am." 

That one really had Russell blushing and humiliated. Cassie is like 20 years younger than him!  

"Good boy." I praised. 

"Now, I think Summer needed your help lifting something. Would you mind, young man?" 

"Of course, Mistress." 

This part was all scripted, I was holding back a giggle fit. Summer had since left my office to go change into her "yoga wear"...if you wanna call it that. Here's the actual Summer below: 

And she was waiting for Russell outside by the lawn.

"I thought you wanted me to lift something, Miss Summer?" Russell said to her in a puzzled but desperate manner. 

"I do," she replied in her most innocent tone, "my legs...help lift my legs. It's a yoga pose, silly." 

Haha! That's my little minion! Her arse and legs in those pants are just breathtaking. 

Poor Russell! 

The tip of his chastity cage in his pants was literally resting on Summer's sit-spots. 

That's it, my girl, spread those legs for Russell! He's probably just horrified with frustration right now, and it's only day 4!

😈

Things didn't get much better for him when the yoga was over and he came back inside. I had changed clothing too!

"Ooopsie. I dropped a pencil." 

Hehe. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Three Bears

  

Old Flame

Continued from: Jail Bird

What do you think dear readers? What would you do if you were Russell? He's currently in the arms of his 🔥old flame🔥, kissing her neck, just below her earlobe, with his dick locked in a metal cage. 

And MY Gawwwwwd, he's good at this! Goosebumps were spreading all across my body and my toes were curling!

(Speaking of Old Flames. If you haven't tried this brunette craft-brew, I would highly recommend it. It's toe-curling also. Port Perry, Ontario! - support local)

As Russell continued his exploration of THIS brunette, up and down my neck with his lips, I realized the silly man was just stalling, he had a decision to make. I had just offered him a wonderful yet horrible predicament. 

If you read the previous post you know he was recently spanked and strapped with a police-belt, by my two cute Officers. This was likely not arousing for him in the moment, but post-spanking, as he still feels and sees the effects of that belting, his arousal would begin to creep back in.

This was right around the point I locked his dick into a chastity cage, shutting down any and all penile activity without my permission. Once locked, he got to hear the two policewomen get spankings over my knee. Then he got to watch and hear them kiss, go down on each other and eventually me, as the scene culminated into a hot, lezzie threesome. 

All while poor Russell observed from this vantage-point:

And NOW...

I had just offered to unlock his penis to re-kindle an old role that he used to provide for me, when I was his submissive. The predicament part? If he wants to take me, right here and now, he has to celebrate Locktober this year, and submit to inescapable chastity for the entire month, with me as his keyholder. 

What would you choose, hmm? 

I know what Russell is going to choose. The fact that he's already been denied most of the day, spanked, then a helpless witness to a hot lesbian threesome, should influence his decision. Was this cheating on my part? Too much stimulus and influence over his decision making? Maybe a little...😈

But if that wasn't enough, I started rubbing the metal bars of his cock-cage against my pussy. Hehe. This she-devil wasn't playing fair at all! 

As expected, I was soon accessing the keys for his chastity device to unlock him. We switched roles right then and there, once his cock was free. I was now his submissive pet, to do with as he pleases. I was naked and on my knees. It was about to be a nice little vacation / slave-cation for me.

"How would you like me prepared for you, Sir?" I whispered out, in my most submissive tone. 

"A pleated plaid skirt, young lady, like you used to do for me," Russ said. 

I immediately felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal form between my thighs. "Schoolgirl", back in the day, usually meant a spanking, a really long one! But then he continued...

"Boots with your skirt please, my doll. A subtle nod to your current role." He smiled as he suggested this deviation from the norm. 

Oooo, ok. I can get behind this idea! Rather than the innocence and vulnerability of white knee socks and Mary Janes, Russell clearly wants me a bit more edgy and "grown-up", not so innocent perhaps?

Before heading off to prepare, Russell stood me up and performed a wet-check. I was embarrassingly soaked for him. I shuddered with ecstasy as his manly hand cupped my pussy, his two middle fingers explored their way deep inside. 

Those two fingers ended up in my mouth, where I shamefully and greedily sucked them clean, like a huge slut. Russ had me right where I wanted to be, panting and hypnotized with submissive arousal. 

I returned a while later, dressed and ready for Russell. I was feeling both sexy and vulnerable in my new look. Without being prompted, I knelt to await my instructions, noticing that Russell had moved some of my furniture around and positioned a few mirrors, strategically, near the bed. 

"You look beautiful young lady." 

"Thank you, Sir."

"Come here, little one." 

I was all melty and gooey in his strong arms. I was right back to the sub-space I once enjoyed with Russell. I felt so safe and cared for. He was my protector!

Pretty soon he was patting his lap invitingly. I rose from my knees slightly and slowly and deliberately slithered my mid-section over his lap like a snake. 

I got a mild spanking with his hand, over my skirt, then over my panties until those were eventually peeled down and off my feet. 

We moved to the bed and my spanking continued. Only this time, Russell would spank and finger me, spank and finger me. I even felt several swats directly onto my pussy lips and bottom hole. Shamefully, I think I was moaning like a whore the entire time. But I didn't care. Tonight, I was his whore, and I was loving it!

Russell, much to my delight, busted out some old-school tactics he used to do back in the day. While I was still draped over his lap being systematically spanked and fingered, he used my wetness and transferred it onto my little bum hole, until it was glistening and slick.

Let me repeat that...

He used my own arousal as lubricant for my asshole! What a freakin' stud he was.

That being said, the butt plug that came next slipped into my bottom with ease. He then removed my top and gagged me. 

Another of his old moves. Having me ride his tongue while I'm anally plugged and gagged, with a mirror to stare into.

When he flips me around to face his cock, it's frustrating because I want to inhale the entire thing, but my gag remained in place. In this position, as I grind my pussy into his mouth, his nose presses on the base of my anal plug. I get a joyful little ass-fucking sensation because of this and I was soon screaming into that gag-ball as I came. 

When I ride his tongue, Russell actually edges himself. Just slow-stroking his cock until it's ridiculously hard for me. Boy, did I ever get fucked after that! Sometimes I was allowed to be in control of the speed and tempo. 

Other times it was all him. 

When I was made to face the mirror, he ensured a sharp tug to my ponytail would remind me to watch. 

Around this point he was taking frequent breaks, fighting off the urge to cum so he could extend our playtime as long as possible. He would pull completely out of me and I could hear him heavy breathing, it was cute. Then I would feel the awesome and full sensation of his cock slowly re-entering, competing with the contours of the anal plug, pressing against my vaginal wall. 

The reverse pressure of the anal plug is also an incredible sensation for his cock. The poor guy held out as long as he could, edging himself each time he had to stop, then re-start. Eventually he absolutely unloaded into my pussy while he clawed at the bedsheets and shook like a leaf. 

He could barely stand afterwards, his knees were so shaky. It was super cute, to have this paralyzing effect over a man from a position of submission.  

You know what else was cute? Seeing his belt-strapped little bum while we had sex. It was almost as red as mine, and his spanking from the girls was hours ago!

I ended up getting another one, with his firm hand, in the dreaded wheelbarrow position. EVERYthing is on display when you're put in this pose and spanked. There's no modestly whatsoever. He would have had a good view of his cum oozing from my puffy, red pussy. 

He actually chose this one specifically so he could pull the anal plug out of my ass. 

Disheveled, sweaty, sore...and completely blissful in each other's arms. It was exactly as I remembered our times together. We popped some champagne and got right into some pillow-talk, as Russell helped me out of my hot boots. 

I was beyond content! Recently Domme'd by Goddess Vanessa, now Dom'ed by Russ. I was a lucky girl. I certainly had my fix of submission for awhile. I decided to return the balance of things and remind Russell of our Locktober agreement. 

"Yes Mistress Andrea." He replied with a cute and bashful smile. 

His gaze was locked onto me, he gazed directly into my eyes for what felt like an eternity. It was a look I had not seem from him in over a decade. I felt it penetrate my heart. I tried to lighten the atmosphere. 

"Did you ever think we'd end up here? The two of us with spanked bums, pretty much running a harem of BDSM enthusiasts and re-connecting the way we have?" 

"Never in a million years, huni." 

"Russ, I've never told you this before, but I love you...I always have."

Oh FUCK! Fuck, what did I do?! I had no idea where that suddenly came from. I was literally holding my breath until he said something. I couldn't look at him. He had tears in his eyes and it was gonna make me cry too!

He finally did speak, as he drew me close onto his lap, shielding his face in my neck to hide his tears. 

"Andrea, it's been ten years..."

"And not a day went by that I didn't think of you." 

😢💓

*sigh*

Be still, my heart... 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Back to School