Spanked by Lady Jose

Continued from: Set, Session and Scene

[F/m] [sissy] [spanked for real] [chastity] [pro disciplinarian] 

Exciting development everyone!

For those who have been following along for awhile, several little teasers have been dropped along the way, about a sissy gurl from Belgium named, Alice. This is how Alice spent some of her day today, and this will be the first time she has seen these images of herself. 

I would also like you to meet Malcom: 

Alice and Malcom are the same person, and once upon a time he used to be "male". He had girlfriends, he had sex with a woman once and to this day, holds a PhD in something-or-other and maintains a high-profile career. On today's date, however, he was dressed like a little girl and sent to the corner with a red bum, having just been spanked by an amazing woman. 

How did this happen to poor Malcom? 

Tales of sissy Alice is a blog that Malcom started and currently maintains. If you'd like to know why and how his little penis ended up in a chastity cage for the past 200+ days, he explains it all on his blog.

Alice also maintains a very popular Reddit page that can be found here: Sissy in Denial

On her Reddit page, you will find her daily chastity verifications, her weekly maintenance spanking updates and the attire that she sleeps in, that her "Daddy" makes her wear:

From the image above, it looks like she's going to bed with ME by her side! How cute! Am I worried that Alice is only using me for masturbation fuel? Wanking her little pee pee to oblivion, to images of me? Nope!

This has never been a worry of mine. Alice is not physically capable of even getting an erection, due to her chastity system. She uses an app called Chaster and a 99% secure system of locking, verification codes and a combination lockbox that she cannot see the combination for. Once per week, the app allows her a five-minute window of access to her key. She uses this time to unlock for hygiene and shaving before the key goes back into the lockbox with a new combination. 

Five minutes per week across the span of 200 days, is 2 hours and 22 minutes of freedom in that span of time. When she reaches day 365 locked, that would equate to 4 hours and 20 minutes of penis freedom, out of an entire year. A little too long if you ask me, but I'm not her "owner".  

For an added layer of verification and security, she films this entire process and posts it online. 

If she goes over the five-minute mark in her weekly ritual, even by a second or two, the app will add an additional twelve days to her chastity sentence. 

And if THIS wasn't enough, she has an online "Daddy" who controls this Chaster app as the keyholder, guides and mentors her through weekly rituals, and directs what sort of sexual activity she gets to have with her "boyfriends". Her Daddy is also the one who administers her weekly maintenance spankings and monitors her cornertime. 

Twenty minutes before her spanking and twenty minutes after, once per week. If sissy Alice lived for another 50 years, to age 89, she will have spent 72 days of her life, standing in the corner with her bum bare. Eeeek!

In addition to serving her online Daddy, she is permitted to perform the duties of a Secretary for me. She is the editor-in-chief of my blog stories and is responsible for some cross-page marketing of my blog. If any of you happen to find spelling or grammatical errors along the way, please let me know, as Alice will be in deep shit! 

Here she is in WFH mode, creating a tribute montage of me.  

At some point, Malcom tumbled down the rabbit hole and became Alice. Quite literally, through the looking glass, this is what he sees: 

Alice has been obedient, safe and sane, and has been diligent in her service to me as my Secretary. I thought I'd give her a gift, maybe a life-changing experience she would not have otherwise thought of. A chance to finally get her out from behind the computer and experience something more real. 

She has a fucking machine, she self-spanks for her Daddy once per week, she dresses like a little girl and posts online...but it really can't quite compare to the real thing. 

Alice, this was my gift to you, a simple email: 

Dear Lady Jose, hello. 

I’m Andrea, from Canada. 

I have a distance dynamic with a sissy male from Belgium. We are interested in exploring me sending him to a proper female disciplinarian sort of arrangement, that we would like to become regular, maintenance if you will. 

Just not sure if you do sissy type dynamics and such? 

It would be a pleasure to hear from you at your convenience. 

Andrea 

In a few days, unbeknownst to Alice at this point, I received a reply: 

Dear Andrea,

Thank you for your email. It’s wonderful to hear about the dynamic you share together.

I do offer sessions with sissies, but please note that my sessions are conducted on a professional basis meaning they are paid. My rate is €250 per hour, with a deposit of €50 required, which can be paid via PayPal or Throne.

I’ve also attached my registration form for your reference. Should you agree with the pricing, I would need explicit consent from your sissy before proceeding with any spanking.

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Best regards,

Jose

At this point...actually I didn't know this until today...Lady Jose is an A-lister in the spanking community. There are many female disciplinarians out there, but I had no idea she collaborated with the likes of Sarah Gregory!! (huge girl crush on her)

The entire "Tara Gregory" series in my blog is based upon the legendary Sarah Gregory. That series began here: 

Tara Gregory: Beginnings

Alice, you don't realize how friggen lucky you are! Lady Jose had Sarah Gregory, and now YOU, over her knee! That's insane and I had no idea until I visited Lady Jose's site: 

Book with Lady Jose

Finding a "proper" female disciplinarian can often be difficult. Sometimes the ops starts creeping into the admin, and suddenly there are leather bus-driver hats involved and assless chaps, talks of pegging and worship. This is not what someone seeking a real, old-fashioned spanking wants. That's not what I wanted for Alice. 

We were fortunate to not only find Lady Jose, not only realize that she is in close proximity to Alice, but also, that she replied so openly and welcoming to my initial contact. The next step was to have Alice introduce herself. 

Dear Lady Jose,

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  My name is alice, a 40 year old sissy male living in Antwerp.

I have been instructed by Mistress Andrea to contact you directly regarding the possibility of organising a domestic discipline session should you accept my application.

I have prepared the application form as required and have attached it to this email.  I wish to thank you for the time in reading this application and look forward to hearing back.

Yours sincerely 

alice

The suspense built over the coming weeks, until Alice finally had a date booked and I received this: 

Dear Mistress Andrea,

Tomorrow is the day your sissy and I are going to meet and I am looking forward to it. 

Do you have any preferences for implements I can use on your sissy?

Best Jose

And this was today, what a delightful treat from the remarkable Lady Jose!

Dear Mistress Andrea,

Your sissy is in my corner right now. Alice took the spanking so good and Alice looks so pretty!

I'll share one picture with you but there are more to come

Best Jose

My reply: 

A good 20 minutes should do! Hehe.

Very nicely done, even. I like the white ashy splotches. Was she polite and respectful, Lady Jose? 

Alice was in the timeout corner while this email exchange occurred. I even commented on her hour glasses and how cute those were. I asked her later on if she uses those for cornertime which she does. 

One large, one small...is one of them an hour and one of them a half-hour? What a cool idea! She replied to my twenty minute comment with this: 

Okay 20 minutes!

She is so polite and pretty.

Very respectful.

I’m proud!

Awwww! How sweet. This makes me proud too, as the initiator of all of this and the fact that Alice was a direct representation of me. Additionally proud, now realizing that I was speaking to a spanking A-lister! Omg, Sarah Gregory, I can't even! 

Anyway... 

What a great experience for Alice and I truly hope she sees this as a gift from me. I've asked her to write about this experience for me and I'll post it here for everyone to read.  

And this will NOT be the last time she sees Lady Jose, I assure you! 

Please enjoy watching her in action, a lovely free spanking clip of Lady Jose in some serious F/m: 

Hard Hand and Brush Spanking

Mistress Andrea

xo

Continued in: Mistress Andrea's Gift

Floating on a Cloud

Continued from: I Don't Want This!

[F/f] [F/m] [M/f] [lezdom] [HoH] [FLR] [chastity] [spanking] [tease denial] [DDLG] [age regression] [MDLG] [Daddy] [Mommy]

A Sarah Jane story

It was a frigid Tuesday morning when I tiptoed into our bedroom at Mistress Andrea's Facility, my blonde pigtails bouncing with each step. I was carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee and some fruit. It would be a lovely surprise for my sleepy Daddy, who was still snuggled under the covers. 

I couldn't resist giving him a gentle wake-up call, singing out in my sweetest tone, "good morning, Daddy! Rise and shine!" 

As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, I set the tray down beside him and leaned in for a gentle peck on the lips. My bright blue jammies, adorned with fluffy white clouds, seemed to match the cheerful atmosphere I was floating on. Little did I know, this innocent start to the day would unfold into something far more scandalous... 

Daddy sat up on the bed as I playfully flopped down into his warm spot, a sly grin spreading across my face. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble we might get up to today. Summer was away at work, that Skylar girl had gone home to study for something, and Mistress was downstairs in the kitchen. All alone...with "Mommy" and "Daddy" all to myself? I thought. 

As Daddy reached for the coffee I playfully swatted his hand away, teasing him with a giggle. "Oh, no you don't, Daddy! Not until you've given me a proper morning kiss!" 

Mmm, those special Daddy kisses! He had me out of my jammy bottoms in no time, as I removed my top, leaving me in my sockies only, as his lips travelled the length of my bare bum. My heart skipped a delightful beat as he reached to part my ass cheeks, his gentle kisses transforming into deep licks. I let out a contented sigh, my back arching deeper as his tongue penetrated my little pucker. 

Each kiss, each lick, was a masterful blend of adoration and desire, rendering me helpless against the tide of arousal rising within me. I began to slowly masturbate, swirling two of my fingers over my clit as I could feel my ass peeking open, now being fucked by Daddy's tongue. 

As the pressure built, I barely got my ask out in a shriek of desperation, "may I cum please, Daddy?!" Right before the dam broke, as I was given his permission at the last second, I violently orgasmed onto my fingers. My body trembled, my heart raced, and I let out a series of sweet, surrendering squeaks as the waves of orgasm crashed through me. I wanted to be fucked so badly in that very moment!

Alas, as delightful as this morning interlude was, I knew it was only a taste of the forbidden fruit - for, as we all know, Mommy's wise rules dictate that Daddy's cock remains safely secured within its chastity prison. 

I cleaned myself off my fingers, as I am required to do post-orgasm, then finally emerged from our cozy little cocoon as Daddy headed for the shower. I chose an outfit that was playful and darling, a pink dress covered in sprightly florals. To complete the look, I added a pair of crisp white knee socks and Mary Janes. As I twirled in the mirror, my pigtails bouncing with each rotation, I couldn't help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of it all. What other forty-something year-old woman gets to spend their morning like this, receiving special Daddy kisses, dressing like a little girl? *giggle*

I made my way to the living room, where Mommy was, her warm smile greeted me, and I hastened to give her a tender kiss on the lips. "Good morning, Mommy!" I chimed, scanning her features to see if she could taste me on her lips. She smiled indulgently, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she no doubt just heard me cumming, from upstairs. 

"Good morning, little one," she replied, while sliding her tongue over her lips that I just kissed. "Would you be a dear and unload and load the dishwasher for me?" she asked, her tone soft and gentle. 

"Yes, Mommy," I nodded, my eyes downcast in submission.

I wasn't exactly thrilled about being tasked with domestic chores. But, alas, as a dutiful little slave to both Mommy and Daddy, I knew better than to express any dissent. After all, I'd learned the hard way that disobedience would earn me a stern reprimand and a sound spanking over Mommy's knee - or worse, across Daddy's knee. 

Ugh, just the thought of it made my tummy swirl with bittersweet butterflies! I recalled the last time I'd earned a spanking, my tears and sniffles mingling with the scent of Mommy's perfume, as she scolded Summer and I for our misbehaviour and silliness. The sting of her hairbrush on my tender bottom still lingered in my memory, a potent reminder to behave myself and follow orders in this new dynamic. 

With a heavy sigh, I finished the dishes, scrubbing away the last remnants of last night's dinner from the plates. I dried my hands on a nearby towel and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable reporting of my task completion to Mommy. 

I made my way back to the living room, where Mommy sat serenely, her piercing blue eyes watching me with an unnerving intensity. 

I dropped to my hands and knees before her, my heart racing with a mix of trepidation and devotion. I lowered my body to kiss each of her sleek high heels, my lips making contact with the patent leather. "All done, Mommy," I reported, looking up at her with what I hoped was an endearing expression. 

A warm smile spread across her face, and she extended a manicured hand, beckoning me to rise. I took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through me as she led me toward her private office. What secrets did she have in store for me, in that strict and private space? Would it be a lesson in obedience, or perhaps a reward for my diligent efforts?

My heart skipped a beat as Mommy produced a glinting key from the cleavage of her breasts, the tiny metal shape dangling precariously from a necklace. She strode purposefully to the imposing safe in the corner of the room, unlocking it and opening it with a clank.

I watched transfixed, as she rummaged inside, finally emerging with a delicate golden key duo. These were no ordinary keys though - these were the coveted keys to Daddy's chastity cage! My pulse quickened as Mommy approached me, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for doing the dishes, little one," she cooed, depositing the keys into my waiting palm. "Here's your allowance." 

The cool metal seemed to thrum with possibilities as I wrapped my fingers around them, my mind racing with all the wicked delights I could orchestrate with this newfound power. 

"You have 45 minutes with the keys, huni, to do as you wish," Mommy announced, her voice low and sultry. Oh, the things I could accomplish in three-quarters of an hour! I could hardly contain my squeals of glee as I envisioned the tantalizing scenarios unfolding in my mind. 

Would I tease him mercilessly, or grant him release from his cage? One thing was certain: the next 45 minutes would be a whirlwind of delicious debauchery, with yours truly holding the reins, or so I thought. 

As I skipped into the bathroom, a vision of sugar and spice, I caught sight of Daddy emerging from the shower, droplets of water clinging to his powerful physique like diamonds. 

My breath did an intake, snagged by the glinting gold chastity cage encasing his penis, a constant reminder of Mommy's ultimate authority in this place. 

A saucy grin spread across my lips as I held out the precious keys, taunting him with the promise of release. 

"Oh, Daddy!" I teased, my voice a honeyed purr, "Mommy gave me my allowance for the week!" 

I turned seductively, the rustle of my dress a mere accompaniment to the main event. Reaching beneath the hem, I pulled my panties down. His strong hands wasted no time, grasping my ass cheeks with firm intent, massaging and slapping at them with possessive fervor. 

I felt his meaty hands spreading my bum cheeks, exposing my perfectly pink little princess parts. Leaning back slightly, I cooed up at him, my tone husky with invitation. "Is this what you want, Daddy?" 

The words hung in the air like a promise, a dare, and a surrender...all at once. Yet, I was still holding the reins, for now.  

Sarah Jane 💗

Almost out of Time

Family Meeting

Continued from: There Must be Order

[F/mff] [F/ff] [littles] [Mommy] [Daddy] [DDLG] [cornertime] [spanking]

As I stood before my family, my heart swelled with a sense of purpose and determination. I knew that I had to establish the rules and boundaries of our unique dynamic, to ensure that we could all coexist harmoniously under one roof. I took a deep breath, my gaze sweeping over Summer and Sarah Jane, who sat obediently on the floor like two little girls waiting for story time. 

"I am Mommy or Ma'am," I declared, my voice ringing out calmly, my eyes boring into each of them in turn, daring them to challenge my authority. "And Russell is Daddy or Sir," I paused, watching as the girl's faces lit up with arousing delight. 

"That makes us sisters!" Summer whispered into Sarah's ear while the two of them giggled. 

I cut their antics short, "there will be rules," I stated, my voice carrying a note of finality, leaving no room for argument or negotiation. "And as always, strict consequences for those who fail to abide by them," I gazed down at the girls yet again, ensuring that they understood the gravity of my words.

"This applies to everyone," I added, my eyes glaring briefly to Russell, my eyebrow raised pointedly. I knew that he, too, needed to be held accountable, to understand that his role as Daddy came with its own set of obligations and limitations. He would not be immune to my consequences by virtue of his dominant title and role within our dynamic. 

"As much as I love you both and have assumed the role of head-of-household," I said, my voice warm and affectionate as I addressed Sarah Jane and Summer, "it is important that you understand that Daddy has disciplinary authority over you as well. He is your protector, your guide and your mentor, and it is his duty to ensure that you behave in a manner befitting of the young ladies you are."

I let my words sink in, watching as their eyes widened with a mix of excitement and arousal. "To that end," I continued, "Daddy's belt will always be hung on the back of his bedroom door, serving as a constant reminder of his authority and your obligation to obey him, much like my hairbrush, which is always displayed on my dresser." 

I could see the colour rising in their cheeks, their breath quickening at the mention of the belt, and I knew that the thought of being disciplined by Daddy held a certain sexual appeal for them both. 

"But remember," I cautioned, my tone growing stern, "punishment in this household is not a game, nor is it something to be taken lightly. You two are no strangers to being over Mommy's knee, what have I always told you two about punishment spankings?" 

The girls looked a bit puzzled, trying to remember the various rules and mantras that accompanied all the facets of a D/s lifestyle. 

"Daddy, help them out, please," I urged. 

"A true spanking doesn't begin, until you're wishing it was over," Russell declared out loud, his voice gritty and raspy. 

"Yes, Mommy," Sarah Jane and Summer chimed in unison, their faces filled with a combination of arousal and dread. I could see the wheels turning in their minds, no doubt conjuring up vivid fantasies of being bent over Daddy's knee, their tender bottoms and glistening pussies bared and vulnerable for all to see. 

I knew that the thought of being disciplined by him, of submitting to his firm yet loving guidance, was enough to send shivers of anticipation surging through their bodies, their panties dampening with arousal at the mere prospect. 

With a gentle wave of my hand, I dismissed Sarah Jane and Summer, sending them off to play in Sarah Jane's room. "Go on now, you two," I encouraged, my voice warm and indulgent. "Go off and colour or play dolls, but remember - keep your clothes on and hands to yourselves!" They nodded obediently and gave us both hugs, one by one. 

"Thank you Mommy, thank you Daddy," they both sweetly cooed, before scampering off, their excited laughter echoing through the hallway as they disappeared up the stairs. 

I watched them go with a fond smile, my heart swelling with love and pride for our little unconventional family. 

But there was still one more matter to attend to, one more piece of business that required my immediate attention, given all the temptation that was swirling and brewing in the home like a humid storm. Turning back to Russell, I held out my hand, the rigid black chastity cage balancing menacingly in my palm as I worked the gold key into the lock to separate the two pieces. 

"I believe it's time for us to have a little chat about the autonomy of that penis of yours...or lack of autonomy, rather." 

His eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he realized what I had in store for him. 

"Come here, darling," I commanded softly, undoing his jeans and hiking them down to his ankles. "It's not that I don't trust you, Russell," I spoke softly as I worked the base ring around his testicles. "It's those two I don't trust," smiling and gesturing to the staircase that the girls just scampered up. 

"Now," I explained, as I fitted the inescapable tube over his flaccid shaft, "this isn't a permanent fixture. I am going to be holding both of these gold keys but that doesn't mean you'll never be unlocked. You may ask me to unlock you anytime, Sarah Jane can too, but there might be terms that come along with such freedom." 

Russell dutifully replied with a "yes, Ma'am," as I locked the brass mechanism and retained both of the keys. 

"Gold, huh?" Russell remarked, as he surveyed the two keys in my palm. 

"Yes, huni, gold suits you," I praised with affection. "And something tells me, 2025 is going to be a golden year for us."  

"Now be a darling and go run a bath for me, there's a 1997 Knight's Valley in the cellar, a glass of that as well please..."

"Oh...and on your way to the en suite, 'Daddy,' tell the girls to stop jumping on Sarah's bed," I smiled and winked at him as he said, "yes, Ma'am," before hurrying off. 

"Daddy, look what I can do," Summer's cheerful voice echoed down the staircase. 

I giggled to myself and shook my head at the absurdness of our new family and its dynamics, imagining the possibilities of the coming year.  

I think this will be a golden year for us indeed. I'm looking forward to all the great things we'll get up to in 2025! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: National Treasure

  

There Must be Order

Continued from: It Will Heal

[F/mff] [F/ff] [littles] [Mommy] [Daddy] [DDLG] [cornertime] [spanking] [Lolita] [Kawaii]

As the front door closed behind Bella and Cassandra, I allowed myself a moment to reflect on the events of the past few hours, on the emotional rollercoaster that I just guided them through. Spanked, humiliated, but reconciled. I felt a sense of satisfaction, of accomplishment, knowing that Cassandra was going to stay with her mom for a few days, before coming back to see Summer and I for an inevitable, tearful goodbye, before she returns to the U.K. 

But my reverie was short-lived, interrupted by the sound of giggles and chatter emanating from the foyer. I turned to see Summer, Sarah Jane and Russell entering the house, their arms laden with shopping bags, the girl's faces flushed with excitement and enthusiasm. 

"We're back!" Summer announced, her voice bubbling with energy. "And you won't believe what we found! The cutest little outfits for Sarah, we actually found an adult baby store."

And some really kinky fetish wear too, stuff that'll make Daddy drool!" She giggled, shooting Russell a playful wink, which he returned with a sheepish grin, his cheeks colouring at the mention of his desires.   

Sarah Jane, for her part, seemed almost giddy with anticipation, bouncing on the balls of her little sneakers, her eyes sparkling with delight. 

"Can we try stuff on, Mommy?" Summer asked me, her voice breathless with eagerness. "Please, please, pretty please?" 

"I want us to model our outfits for you and Daddy!" Sarah added, equally as enthused. 

"Of course, sweetheart," I replied, my tone warm and affectionate. "Why don't you and Summer take the bags upstairs and start sorting through your new treasures? I'll join you in a moment, once Russell and I have some grown-up conversation." 

Sarah squealed with joy, grabbing several of the bags from Summer's hands and raced up the stairs with Summer hot on her heels. As they disappeared from view, I turned my attention to Russell, my expression softening, my gaze lingering on his handsome face, on the lines and contours that I once knew so intimately. 

"This feels right, doesn't it, our little unconventional family?" I murmured to him, reaching out to caress the back of his neck into a warm embrace. "This whole 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' thing, you and I...our two little ones." I gestured my head toward the giggles coming from upstairs, but soon felt the spill of a tear rolling down my cheek, triggered by the memory of recent events and the emotions of today. 

"We almost lost you, Russ." 

"I'm here now, Andrea, for as long as you'll have us." His voice vibrated into my chest with a raspy growl, a few octaves deeper than before and way more gritty, an apparent biproduct of the smoke inhalation but it suited him, it was rugged and sexy.  

"I made things right with Bella and Cassie," I remarked, wiping away my tear and smiling, "they actually just left." 

"Jesus, how'd you do that?" Russell laughed aloud. 

"Let's just say...I can be rather convincing when I need to," I kissed his cheek and took him by the hand to the couch, just as Summer came bounding into the room with a squeal.

The little spider monkey did a dolphin dive onto the cushions right beside us. 

"Do you like my shorts, Daddy?" Summer boldly asked, all while twerking her figure-skater arse, right in Russell's face. 

"Summer Addison!" I scolded playfully, do we need to have a little chat, you and I...upstairs?" I clicked my tongue in my mouth and raised an eyebrow at her. "Where's Sarah Jane?" 

Summer explained that Sarah's outfits were a little more "involved", but would be down shortly. "Wait until you see her sparkly little Docs! I picked them out!" Summer proudly declared. 

After a few more twerks of her ass and a sharp slap by me to get her to stop, Summer led Russell and I to the den, where Sarah was waiting in one of her new outfits. 

"Mommy, Daddy, close your eyes!" Summer excitedly suggested, as she led us both by the hand. 

"Okaaaaaaay....open!" 

"Well, aren't you just an adorable little princess," I cooed to Sarah, as she crossed one ankle behind the other and dipped into a curtsey. 

"Daddy do you like my dress?" She cutely squeaked out, batting her eyelashes at him. Before Russell had a chance to respond, she boldly blurted out, "Daddy, can we fuck in my new outfit?" 

Summer, not missing a beat, is practically vibrating with excitement beside me, her own eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. "Oooo, Mommy, can I help Daddy? I'm the best little helper!" 

I shook my head, knowing that my head-of-household (HoH) intervention would soon be required. The lustful energies that had been building since Russell and Sarah moved in, threatened to overwhelm the delicate balance of our unique dynamic and the roles we all played for each other. 

"Alight, everyone," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the sexually charged atmosphere like a knife. "It's time for a little family meeting, there must be order in this household." 

...and it was "Mommy's" job to uphold it. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Family Meeting

Ma'am to Mistress

Continued from: Caesar Sunday

[F/m] [FLR] [spanking] [cornertime] [OTK] [chastity] [humiliation] [femdom] [wife] [Mistress]

A Sarah Jane story 

So how do you make that transition, from one persona to the next, one role to another? When is it appropriate for "Mommy" to become Mistress, or Ma'am to become Goddess. 

Mistress Andrea taught me that spankings, whether they be for maintenance, therapeutic ones, or punishment spankings, should be completely non-sexual in nature. Russell's Sunday maintenance certainly was, but I could not suppress my arousal any longer. I wanted to reap the benefits of having a submissive, a slave even - locked in a chastity cage for the past seven days and is now standing in the corner of my room with a very red bum. I had a view similar to this. 

It was very arousing to me and I wanted to do something about it! My mind was swirling everywhere, from my recent playtime with Mandy...

...to the other night, when I had Russell in a baby-pink satin nightie and panties, taking the sole of my slipper to his bare bum. 

Mistress taught me that cornertime and other forms of time-out, is the perfect opportunity to slowly make that transition from one scene to the next, from Mommy to Mistress. Whether Russell is experiencing an emotional release due to the spanking, or he is just quietly reflecting on his status as a kept and spanked man, his time spent with his nose to the wall allows for a transition into my needs. 

I checked the timer counting down on my phone. 

16:43  

16:42

16:41

Once again, I found myself resorting back to my training as I navigated this new role, reciting the mantra of female dominance and a female-led-relationship - the three D's. 

Denial - check

Discipline - check

All that remained was the third D, which is Domination, and I was more than ready to flex that one. 

Setting aside my tablet, I slid off the bed and slowly peeled off my constricting jeans, leaving only my nude stockings and delicate panties hugging my curves. Climbing back onto the bed, I leaned back, my legs spreading invitingly. I traced my fingers lightly over the silk fabric of my panties, teasing myself as much I was teasing Russell, as I was making it audibly known that I was masturbating. 

I continued to pleasure myself as I read a few more excerpts of Miss Julie's erotica, my movements becoming more urgent as my arousal grew. The sound of my fingers working against the dampening fabric of my panties filled the room, a sensual accompaniment to Russell's enforced silence. 

With my panties thoroughly soaked and my body thrumming with unfulfilled desire, I quietly slipped off the bed and tiptoed toward Russell's corner, stopping at the dresser to grab a little something on the way by. Moving silently in my stockinged feet, I came to a stop directly behind him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his spanked bum. 

With swift movements, I grasped Russell's wrists and drew them firmly behind his back. The cool metal of handcuffs encircled his flesh, clacking into place as the teeth chattered into the lock. Russell's sharp intake of breath at the sudden restraint sent a thrill through me, a potent reminder of the control I held over him. 

With Russell's wrists securely cuffed behind his back, I stepped back to remove my soaked panties, quickly hiking them down and off. Peeling open the inside, I revealed the damp inner gusset, heavy with the scent of my arousal. 

Holding the soaked panties delicately between my fingertips, I returned to the corner. I pressed the scented fabric against the wall and commanded, "Nose here, my pet," as I pointed to the wet gusset. Russell obeyed instantly, leaning forward to rest his nose onto the evidence of my pleasure. 

"Breathe deeply," I purred, watching as he inhaled the heady scent of my dominance. "Don't you dare let those panties fall to the floor!" I cautioned. "If I return to find them on the floor, you'll find yourself back over my knee for the hairbrush. And then it's straight back to the corner, where your time will start all over again." 

Oooo, there was a flex right there! I felt that one right between my legs!

I trailed a finger lightly down his spine, relishing the shiver that ran through his body at my touch. 

With Russell securely positioned in his humiliating predicament, I glanced at the timer, noting with a smile that Russell still had a good twelve minutes remaining in his corner time. Confident that my predicament bondage would keep him still, I spun on my tiptoes and sauntered out of the bedroom, leaving him to contemplate his position in this relationship. 

As for me...it was time to transition into "Mistress" mode and from what Mistress Andrea taught me, the easiest way to do this, is through my attire. Change the outfit, darken the eyes, darken the lips, add a choker...check! 

As the final seconds of Russell's corner time ticked away, I made my way back to the bedroom, riding crop in hand. Entering the room, I found him exactly as I left him - nose pressed obediently against my panties, body rigid with the effort of maintaining this position, wrists cuffed behind his back. 

Setting the crop down on the bed, I approached Russell, the click of my heels on the hardwood floor announcing my presence. With deliberate slowness, I unlocked the cuffs and held out my palm to accept my panties, never once letting them touch the floor. 

He turned, rubbing feeling back into his wrists, before his hands instinctively moved to cover his chastised manhood, still snugly locked away in its cage. "Hands at your sides, please," I instructed calmly, snapping my fingers to get him into a kneel with a point of my gloved finger. 

With Russell now kneeling submissively, hands obediently at his sides and his caged cock prominently displayed, I fixed him with a stern yet affectionate gaze. "Now, young man," I began, my voice a soft purr, "I expect a proper thank you for your maintenance spanking. Let's hear it."

Russell's cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink as he cleared his throat, preparing to deliver the formal thanks I required. "Thank you, Ma'am," he began, his voice steady despite the humility of the situation, "for taking the time to administer my spanking. I value your dedication to keeping me disciplined and focused on serving you. Your firm control helps me feel centered and loved." 

I listened attentively as Russell delivered his heartfelt thanks, a sense of deep satisfaction settling over me. Once he finished speaking, I scooched closer, lifting his chin with my gloved hand. "You're very welcome, Russell," I hissed, my voice laced with both warmth and authority. 

"Next Sunday, you'll find yourself right back in the spanking room and right back in this very corner, with your bottom glowing a lovely shade of crimson. And the Sunday after that, and the Sunday after that..." I paused, letting the weight of my dominance consume him. "I do this because I care, Russell, do I make myself clear?" 

Ohhh, that one got him! 

I saw his bottom lip start to quiver as he knelt before me. I pulled him into a tender embrace, holding him close as I felt the tension drain from his body. "You did so well today, baby boy," I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'm incredibly proud of you." 

As Russell continued to seek comfort in my arms, I took the opportunity to get his collar around his neck and click the chain leash onto it, letting it freely dangle down his chest. 

Releasing Russell from our embrace, I stood and gracefully lowered myself onto the edge of the bed, my legs parting seductively. 

I reached for my riding whip and flexed it in my hands as I met Russell's gaze, my eyes smoldering with desire. "Come here, my pet" I purred, pointing to my inner thighs with the riding crop and raveling his leash around my hand.  

"You're not done thanking me yet, and don't you dare stop until I've cum all over your lips." 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Addendum