Family Meeting

Continued from: There Must be Order

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

  

There Must be Order

Continued from: It Will Heal

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

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

 

Tucked In by "Mommy"

Continued from: A Special Bedtime for Russell

A Sarah Jane story 

"Now, be a good girl and bring the plug and lubricant to Mommy," I sang out from my seated position on the ottoman. No doubt Russell, in this very moment would be holding and handling the realistic plug in horror, feeling its veiny contours, fully aware of what was about to happen next. 

Russell gathered the towel with the two items balancing on it, his cheeks flushing crimson like his bare bum, and presented them to me. I accepted the towel with a nod of approval, setting the items aside momentarily as I shed my robe, exposing my stocking tops and garters, patting my strict lap invitingly. 

"Pull down your panties and lay across Mommy's lap once more, my sweet girl," I cooed, gently caressing his sore bottom to guide him over my knees. I took a moment to admire the sight before me - his bare bottom, still rosy from my slipper, upturned and vulnerable. 

Reaching for the lubricant, I squeezed a generous amount onto my gloved fingertips, spreading it liberally over his tight little hole. Russell gasped as I breached him, my digit sliding easily into his naughty bottom. I spent a little time on his prostate, finger beckoning it from inside him, milking-out a few spider-strands of pre-cum that I knew would be glistening from his chastity cage and dampening his panties when he slips them back on. 

I worked him open a little more, adding more lubricant as needed, until I was satisfied with his readiness. Only then, did I reach for the plug, coating it thoroughly in the slick lube. "Relax, little one," I whispered, pressing the tip of the plug against his pucker. Russell whimpered as I pushed forward, his body resisting the intrusion. But I was patient, working the plug in millimeter by millimeter until it was fully seated up his bum. I could feel his muscles clenching around the base, his body adjusting to the unfamiliar fullness. 

Gently, I pulled his panties back up, pulling them high on his hips so the thong portion would help hold in the plug. "There now," I cooed, helping him to stand and turning him to face me. "How does it feel to be nice and full, just like a girl? Does it make you feel owned and claimed by Mommy?" Russell nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

I guided him to the bed and had him lay down on his side. Laying down on his tummy would be no good for the cock cage, if he was laying on his back he would become acutely aware that he was recently spanked and now anally plugged. On his side, in a vulnerable fetal position was perfect to be "tucked in" by Mommy.

From the bedside table, I retrieved four baby pink bondage cuffs, their soft leather brought a beautiful scent as I held one of them up to my nose. With gentle but deliberate haste, I secured the cuffs around Russell's wrists and ankles, adding a small brass padlock to each buckle. As I worked away, I couldn't help but admire the picture he presented - a vision of feminized helplessness, his frilly attire a mockery of his masculinity. 

With one final length of narrow chain, I connected his ankle cuffs to his wrist cuffs, with more than enough room to comfortably move about on the bed. 

Once he was fully restrained to my liking, unable to reach back and remove the plug or his attire, I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "There you go, my sweet little girl," I sang out to him. "All tucked in and ready for bed. Mommy will be up to join you in awhile," I promised, my voice laced with maternal care. "In the meantime, you just rest there and think about how lucky you are to have a Mommy Domme to keep you safe and controlled."

With a final whimper from him, I glided out of the room and went downstairs to get some fruit, still feeling like an absolute Goddess. 

I couldn't help but think of Mistress Andrea, as someone I once had to call "Mommy", when I was draped over her knee, dressed like a little girl. I now had a better understand of what it felt like on this side of the hairbrush, the pride, the caring and nurturing of your submissive...it was a lot of work, but well worth the return on investment. 

I wanted to tell Mistress all about tonight, I wanted her to be proud of me and what I was blossoming into. 

I text her a picture with no further description or details, just this: 

Moments later, my phone on the counter buzzed to life. 

Mistress asked a few more details, I shared mostly everything. In our particular arrangement, it is thrilling, butterfly causing and humiliating for Russell to know that another woman, or several women, are aware he is spanked, kept in chastity and as of tonight, "forcibly" feminized. It was part of our contract that he is owned by me, but must obey the likes of Mistress Andrea, Summer and if she ever comes back to Canada, Cassandra. 

A "surprise" at Mistress Andrea's Facility usually meant I'd be leaving there sore, degraded, humiliated and blissfully indulged, in all my kinky cravings. But after this role-switching with Russell, I'm not sure I'm in the right headspace for one of the Facility's many surprises. Lucky, Mistress put my mind and my heart, quickly at ease. 

Coffee-talk sounded nice, just Andrea and I...

But my mind was reeling with self-doubt, almost like I was intimidated, but I shouldn't be, should I? 

Am I really one of them now, have I been turned to the dark side? 

Am I a female Dominatrix?

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Little Spoon

 

A Special Bedtime for Russell

Continued from: The Three D's of a FLR

A Sarah Jane story

The following night, I was lounging on the sofa, my legs spread invitingly, I could feel the gentle caress of Russell's tongue against my delicate folds. I had him fully naked and collared with a leash, kneeling dutifully between my legs.

 

Since my pinup dress and vintage lingerie look of yesterday, I seem to have resonated toward these classic, feminine styles. The strict, vintage "Mommy" look, always with the pearls and an ebony hairbrush at the ready.

That being said, for tonight, I was in vintage heels, nude stockings with garter straps that disappeared under the cool satin of my Mommy robe, opened slightly to expose most of my bare tits and allow Russell access to my pussy.

As he lapped away, worshipping my pussy, I pulled up my phone and accessed our FLR contract. My fingers scrolled to the section relating to spankings and punishments, my thumb panning to rest on the sub-heading: 

Bedtime Spankings

I scanned the content and raised an eyebrow, as I felt his tongue begin to swirl circles around my clit. 

Section 3.1, sub-section (a), (b) and (c)

The submissive shall present himself to the Mistress, ready for bed and dressed in dedicated sleepwear selected by the Mistress. 

When prompted, the submissive will bare his bottom and position himself over the lap of the Mistress.

These bedtime spankings may last anywhere from ten minutes to half an hour, depending on how long it takes for the submissive to fully embrace his vulnerability. These bedtime rituals serve to strengthen the bond between us, reminding the submissive that even in his most vulnerable moments, he is cherished and protected.  

I tucked my phone away and got more involved in his oral worship, pressing on the back of his head and encouraging him to slow down and draw his tongue upwards, the full length of my pussy. After an amazing orgasm, Russell remained on the floor, lowering his gaze and whispering out a breathy, "thank you, Mistress," for my delightful gift of cumming onto his lips.   

I smiled down at him in contentment, enjoying the view of him collared, with his leash held in my hand, as I contemplated my next move. 

During the wooden spoon spanking of yesterday and our subsequent playtime after dinner, he was transitioning into his new role quite well. However, I could still sense too much of his dominant, alpha bravado left in him. I would see this rising to the surface from time to time. Plus, his whiny, little girl tantrum when I didn't unlock him last night to fuck me, I still needed to address in some manner. 

I accessed my phone and pulled up the contract again, section 3.1 (a) and (c).  

...shall present himself to the Mistress, ready for bed and dressed in dedicated sleepwear selected by the Mistress. 

...for the submissive to fully embrace his vulnerability.

Had he fully embraced his vulnerability yet? Or was there still too much of his old role left in him? 

I thought I would give a bedtime spanking a try, but with a twist, and see how Russell responds. 

"It's time to get ready for bed, my little one," I announced, in a sing-song voice. I rose from the couch, the silk of my robe flowing around my curves as I stood before him in all my dominant glory. 

The click of my heels against the hardwood floor echoed through the room as I accessed his leash and began to lead him out of the room. I stopped short of the upper floor, pointing to the corner of the landing on the staircase. "Kneel here, facing the walls," I commanded, guiding him into position. "Hands at your sides, eyes straight ahead. Mommy needs to prepare some things for your early bedtime." 

I ran a manicured finger along the nape of his neck, watching as goosebumps consumed his body. 

"Don't move a muscle until I return. Understood?" 

"Yes, Mommy," he replied, picking up on the change in my role, that I was laying on pretty thick.

 

I ascended the stairs, my hips swaying seductively with each click and I made my way to the bedroom. The soft glow of the nightside lamps illuminated the space as I approached the dresser, a special drawer of the dresser I had started just for him. 

With careful deliberation, I selected a pink satin, babydoll nightie, its fabric whispering against my fingertips as I laid it out on the bed. 

Next, a matching satin thong, the silky texture a stark contrast to the masculine hands that will soon be pulling them on. 

Finally, I retrieved a pair of adorable nylon ankle socks, their ruffled cuffs adding a touch of childlike innocence to the ensemble. 

I arranged each item with precision, creating a visual feast of femininity that will serve as a shocking reminder of Russell's place in this dynamic. 

As I made my way back down the stairs, my eyes fell upon Russell's kneeling form, still obediently facing the corner as instructed. The sight of him, naked and collared, waiting patiently for my return, sent a thrill of power coursing through my pussy. 

Gently, I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stand up, honey," I whispered, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. "Mommy has laid out a special jammies for you tonight," I murmured, my voice a sultry purr. "Go to Mommy's room, dress yourself in the items I've laid out, you may remove your collar, and sit on the edge of the bed with your eyes down. I'll be up shortly to..." I paused dramatically, "...to tuck you in."

With a gentle pat on his bare bum, I sent him on his way, watching as he climbed the stairs, his naked form disappearing from view. A wicked smile played on my lips as I imagined the scene unfolding for poor Russell - having to dress in such frilly pajamas, to wait for "Mommy" to "tuck him into bed" earlier than usual. 

The anticipation was building as I waited a good ten minutes, before slowly and powerfully clicking up the stairs in my heels. Upon reaching the top of the stairs I stopped, allowing the silence to stretch out for a moment before slipping off my heels and sliding my feet into a pair of plush, fur-lined slippers.

I entered the room with purposeful strides, my slippers whispering against the rug as I made my way to the ottoman bench at the end of the bed. Lowering myself onto the cushioned surface, my satin robe pooled around me like liquid silver. I took a moment to adjust my position, ensuring that my lap will provide a sturdy base for Russell's mid-section. 

Once settled, I called him over. "Come here, little one," I purred, a slow sensual smile spreading across my lips, as I took in the sight of his feminized form. 

I cooed out to him again, speaking with maternal care and authority. "It's time for your bedtime spanking." 

As he approached, in the unfamiliar embarrassment of his girly attire, I reached out to gently grasp his wrist. My eyes travelled down his body, lingering on the pink satin thong that hugged his hips and outlined his cock cage perfectly. 

"These need to come down, sweetie," I hissed, tracing a finger along the waistband. "Bare that naughty bum for Mommy, we're going to have a little chat about your girlish whining last night." 

He whimpered as he hooked his thumbs into the delicate panties and slide them down his thighs, revealing the pale globes of his bare bum. I tapped my lap invitingly, the sound of my palm against my own flesh acted as a preview of the sounds to come. "Over Mommy's knee, young lady," I ordered with amusement, mixing in some emasculating gender-play. 

As his weight settled over my lap, I closed my thighs gently, to trap his cock cage between my stocking tops. 

With a deep breath, I begin the spanking, my hand rising and falling in a therapeutic, comforting rhythm. I intended to make this spanking long but not overly severe, a preview for Russell, as to what a bedtime ritual may become in our new dynamic. 

As the minutes ticked by, I watched as his bottom transformed to a lovely shade of pink that matched the shade of his adorable pajamas. When I finally paused, my palm stinging pleasantly from the impact, I kicked my foot out of one of my slippers, the firm rubber sole making a soft thud as it hit the floor. 

"Hand Mommy her slipper, young lady," I commanded, my voice low and sultry. I shifted Russell's position slightly, so her could support his upper body on the ottoman and I could use one of my legs to pin his in place, a time-honoured position I learned at the Facility. 

As I gripped the slipper firmly in my hand, I marveled at the dichotomy of this scene - a grown man, alpha-male at that, reduced to the status of a naughty little girl over's Mommy's knee. 

I raised the slipper high above my head, and brought it down firmly onto Russell's sit-spots, alternating cheeks, mixing in some upper thighs too. I paused occasionally to caress his bum, inspecting my work and making sure I was feeling the right amount of heat. 

As the spanking drew to a close, I allowed Russell a moment to just lay there in pure silence and vulnerability, over my knee, with his red bottom exposed and swollen. I rubbed his lower back and told him he was a "good girl," before helping him to his feet.

"Pull up those pretty panties, my sweetie," I instructed, my voice switching to a soothing balm. "And don't forget to thank Mommy for your spanking." 

I watched as he obeyed, wincing slightly as the delicate thong slid between his reddened cheeks. 

"Thank you for my spanking, Mommy," his voice crackled out in the quiet of the room. 

Satisfied with his gratitude I pointed to the bathroom door, once again firm and authoritative. I began to lay it on thick, making every attempt to break down the defences of his previous role as my dominant. 

"Now, my little princess," I said sweetly, "I want you to go into the bathroom. Mommy has a special surprise for you in there, resting on a towel. Bring the items to Mommy please." 

Earlier, when Russell was in the timeout corner on the landing, I had prepared some things for after his bedtime slippering. What he was about to see, laid out upon a fluffy white towel in my bathroom, was a realistic penis-shaped butt plug and a tube of lubricant.

"Be a good girl and bring the items to Mommy, please," I sang out cheerfully, twisting my blade of dominance even deeper. Hehe! 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Tucked in by Mommy