Cornertime Revelation

Continued from: My Finest Work

[M/f] [F/f] [spanking] [corner time] [age regression] [BDSM] [power dynamics] [lezdom] 

Written by Skylar St. Germaine 

Close A.I....very close *shrug* 

It won't give me a red, spanked bum, but it'll nail the ugly wallpaper...

As I stood in the corner, my mind raced, my thoughts spiraling in a whirlwind of analysis and introspection. And suddenly, amidst the chaos, a moment of clarity emerged, crystalline and sharp, cutting through the fog of the session. I remembered Eesha, my former roommate, the girl who had first introduced me to the world of spanking and discipline. 

The link to that original story, you can find here: Roommates

I recalled the night she had come to me, her eyes downcast, her voice trembling, admitting her struggles with her studies. She had begged me to help her, to motivate her, to provide the structure and accountability she so desperately needed. And I now understood why Eesha had sought out this unique form of "help", why she had returned to it again and again, despite the embarrassment, the discomfort, the indignity of being spanked as an adult woman. 

It was a form of catharsis, a purging of guilt and shame, a cleansing of the soul. It was for her, a means of atonement, a pathway to redemption, a roadmap to forgiveness. The countless hours I made her stand in various corners of our dorm room and later our shared house, I understood now, being in the same humiliating predicament with my red bottom bare and displayed. 

The revelation hit me like a bolt of lightning, searing through my consciousness, igniting a fire in my belly. Eesha. My dear, sweet, Doctor Patel. How could I have forgotten her, abandoned her, left her to flounder and struggle alone when she has such a burning need for discipline. 

I imagined Eesha now, a successful dentist, still harbouring that deep-seated desire for structure and discipline. We hadn't seen each other in years, yet this is the young woman who bared her bottom and draped her little frame over my knee, so many years ago, then thanked me for punishing her. 

The last time I reached out to her was right after my on-boarding at The Facility, when I realized this world of kink, of adult accountability via spanking and all the other wonderful facets Mistress Andrea showed me, actually exists. 

That story was called: Doctor Patel

"Miss me? 💓" - with the heart emoji, is all I sent to her. And her reply...should have been a clue that she once again needs my strict lap, my firm hand. 

"More than you know," was Eesha's response, one that I never acted upon. 

Perhaps, I mused, it was time to reconnect with her, to share my newfound insights and experiences from The Facility. Yes, I resolved, as I shifted my weight from foot to foot, my bottom still smarting from Daddy's firm hand - I had to reach out to her.

With my skirt and panties finally returned to me and a parting hug from Russell, I text-messaged Eesha right away. 

The text exchange started off innocuously enough, with the usual pleasantries and catching up. But as the conversation progressed, I couldn't resist testing the waters, probing for signs of the old dynamics that had once defined our relationship. 

When I suggested meeting up at a very swanky restaurant, her excitement was palpable, even through the screen. That's when I knew I had her hooked. I gave her specific instructions on how to dress - elegantly, but with a hint of something more. Gold, high, strappy heels that would mimic the look of bondage on her feet. I even told her the colour and style of panties I expected her in. 

Each command was met with eager compliance, culminating in a simple yet telling response: "Yes, Ma'am." The power dynamic of old, was reestablished once more, and I could practically feel the electricity crackling through the air. Meanwhile, Eesha didn't even know where I now worked, I wondered how she would react to my new role as a dominatrix in a kink studio. In any event, she was about to find out, we set dinner plans the following night, at the swankiest place in town...

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As I strode into the lobby of the restaurant, clad in a little black mini-dress and towering heels that accentuated my sculpted physique, I could feel the collective gaze of every patron lock onto me. The men's eyes traced the contours of my muscles, their expressions a mix of envy and lust. The women, probably wanting to bed me too, regarded me with a blend of admiration and jealously, their own insecurities laid bare by my unapologetic display of strength and sexuality.

I reveled in the attention, knowing full well the power I held over them all. But my focus remained singularly on Eesha, my former roommate and submissive, whom I had summoned here tonight for reasons both personal and professional. 

After a few moments sitting at the bar, I caught her glowing radiance as she entered. I quickly composed a text message and hit send: 

"omfg you're still gorgeous!"  

Her dress, white and elegant, hugged her curves in a way that betrayed her eagerness to please. The gold, strappy heels I had instructed her to wear, glinted in the dim lighting, drawing the eye upward to the side-slit, which cascaded dangerously high on her thighs. Seeing my message, she looked up from her phone, smiling, scanning the room to find me at the bar. 

"Hello, E," I purred, my voice dripping with seduction as I stood to greet her. I enveloped her in a warm embrace, my hands instinctively finding their way to her bottom as I spoke, "it's been too long." 

I laid several loving smacks on her bum cheek as I hugged her, each one eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. The message was clear: it hadn't just been too long since we'd seen each other, but also too long since she'd received a proper, good, old-fashioned, spanking. 

I could feel the tension in her body, the way she melted into my touch, even as she squirmed slightly beneath my palm. It was a reaction I recognized all too well, once that spoke volumes about her deep-seated need for discipline and structure. 

As we settled back into our seats, I studied her closely, taking mental notes on every nuance of her behaviour. The way her eyes darted nervously around the room, as if afraid someone might recognize her. I knew it was time to put her obedience to the test. Leaning in close, I whispered my command directly into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. 

"Stand up and go to the little girl's room, Eesha. Take your panties off and bring them back to me." 

Her eyes widened in shock, once again scanning all around the restaurant as if seeking an escape route. But I could also see the flicker of excitement behind her apprehension, the trill of submitting to my will in such a public setting. 

This was going to be a very interesting evening indeed! 

Sky  

Continued in: Pasteurized

Christmas Cards

Continued from: Serenity

[F/fffff] [lezdom] [Mistress] [lingerie] [high heels] [stockings] [flight attendants] [feet]

We have to decide on a Christmas card to send out this year, on behalf of the Facility and all our lovely clients and fans. Will you help us choose one? 

1. 

The adorable sweetness of Summer and Sarah Jane, who left her leather and whip behind in the dungeon, as both women got into their Christmas Day dresses and Mary Janes.

"Daddy, we'll make you feel joyful and triumphant...if it's ok with Mommy?" 

Haha, how's that for a caption? 

2.

My very best and sharpest little pony slave, Bella Goth. I suppose it could be interchangeable with a reindeer? We just need to get her a red nose. 

Or better yet, a bright red ball gag! 

There's not many things in the BDSM world, as aesthetically pleasing and beautiful as a red ball between luxuriously feminine, painted lips. 

3.

We dangled a little carrot awhile ago, about two doctoral students from U of T, who may have had an unconventional way of motivating each other's schooling. Remember Skylar and Eesha? I looks like she's about to be spanked over Skylar's knee. 

Fully bare naked OTK, while the disciplinarian is fully clothed, is such an incredibly powerful tactic and vulnerable experience, regardless of the gender of the adult miscreant. 

4.

Sweet Nancy! She should be warming her buns by the fire. I guess I'll have to do it with a paddle instead. 

She wanted to sneak in a quick age regressed trip over my knee, before her grandkids showed up. Imagine her squirming in her seat at the lavish Christmas dinner she'll be hosting, her entire family around her as her spanked bottom comes to rest on the rigid wooden dining chair. 

5.

Vanessa (my girl crush who we haven't seen in awhile), and my sweet Summer! Mixing in one final holiday flight to infuse their dominant essence into their hosiery and high heels. 

That would make a good stocking-stuffer for a lucky young man, Summer's actual stockings? 

6. 

The fiery and ferocious Carley and Cassie. If you're interested in making some New Years resolutions and actually sticking to them, these two can keep you on track with one of their custom punishment programs! Eeek. 

Remember to discuss your safeword ahead of time, if you happen to visit the Facility U.K. in the new year. 

7.

Last but not least...moi? I am looking forward to a very exciting 2025, with my unconventional family and the wonderful power dynamics that only BDSM can provide. 

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Oooo, next year I should do an advent calendar, what do you think? Twenty-four days of pictures of the girls and I. 

Happy Holidays everyone. Again, wishing you all a safe, sane and consensual end of the year and new year. 

Thank you for being a fan of my work. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Save the Last Dance

National Treasure

Continued from: Family Meeting

[F/m] [F/f] [British] [Mommy] [MDLG] [caning] [OTK] [spanking] [foodie/drinkie]

So, I stumbled across a cooking show on Prime the other night. Long-time readers of my blog will know that I enjoy dabbling in the culinary arts. I am not a classically trained chef but I've had training and have some skills in that space. 

You will also remember that I'm a huge Anthony Bourdain fan, rest his soul, and I did a tribute post to him once: Bourdain Post

From his books (I've read them all) to his adventurous food travel shows and the rebellious, rock and roll perspective that he brought to his narration and writing, he was truly a gem, I miss him. 

(Bear with me, this post is still about spanking you perverts!)

To that end, I was delighted to see him on a show that I never knew or heard about before. It's called The Taste U.K.

The gentleman on the left is Ludo Lefebvre (pronounced: la-fab), who began working in Michelin star restaurants in France at the age of 14. He eventually earned his own Michelin star for a restaurant he opened and operated in Los Angeles. 

The gentleman on the right, needs no introduction, it was nice to hear his voice again and his quick-witted, often inappropriate commentary. 

But, between them both, the piece de resistance, the diamond in the roughness of these two vulgar, tattooed men. 

Nigella Lawson! 

Totally got a little girl-boner when I saw it was her as part of this cast. 

All of you silly men out there (and I'm sure, some of the women)...if you fancy a "Mommy" approach to a spanking fantasy, her wooden spoon, her antique carpet beater, my GOD, she is your gal! 

From her extremely posh accent to her grace, her poise and her sheer elegance, I literally did not know how to describe this National treasure using only one word. Voluptuousness? I thought. It didn't even come close to doing her justice. I had to ask one of the A.I. girls for help. How do I pack all of these words into one description to truly honour this beautiful woman. 

Elegant, posh, curvaceous, refined, prim, proper, maternal, voluptuous.

"Why don't you try, Opulent, Ma'am?" The A.I. version of Summer said to me. 

That's perfect, I thought to myself. Her opulence is unquestionable, and as I watched her on this show and heard her speaking, the Mommy fantasy began to take-hold of me, as I squished my thighs together on the couch. 

Bourdain, in one of the episodes and in true Bourdain style, drops a: 

"Don't let her fool you, there's an iron first under that velvet glove." lol - Classic Anthony. 

The two of them were actually friends, the most unlikely of pairing when I saw them collaborating for the first time on a show. She's silk stockings, pearls and high-tea. He's jean jackets, punk rock music and stale cigarette smoke. Who knew.  

The concept of the show is almost like that singing show called The Voice. Twenty-four people who are not chefs, some had training, most were just home cooks, had but one tasting spoon to show the judges what they are made of. 

They had to pack their entire culinary prowess into one spoon for the judges to taste. Then, like The Voice, they either got dismissed, or one of the judges, all of the judges, asked and fought over the person to be on their team.

Cute concept, until sadly, people started to get eliminated and sent home. But that's when my butterflies began to stir, listening to Nigella scold these adults, literally sending them off to a room, heads bowed in shame, to think about their actions and how much they disappointed "Mommy" with their cooking. Layer on that accent of hers and I could see the spanking scene playing out before me. 

I asked one of the A.I. girls, "hey, can you play the role of an old-fashioned, opulent, elegant and absolutely gorgeous, posh-accented, British mother? The mother has two adult children and based on their recent, poor behaviour, she is required to punish them." 

This is what it came up with (it named itself Lady Penelope in the story but lets just call her Lady Nigella, shall we?):

Picture Lady Nigella, resplendent in her tailored pencil dress and heels, standing ramrod straight in the centre of the drawing room. Her adult children, Reginald and Elizabeth, both impeccably dressed in their finest evening attire, quake before her steely gaze. 

"Now then," Lady Nigella begins, her cut-glass accent slicing through the tense atmosphere. "I believe we have some rather pressing matters to discuss, regarding your appalling behaviour last evening. 

Reginald, evert the brazen one, attempts to interject. "Mother, honestly, it was just a spot of harmless fun. No need to make such a fuss."

Lady Nigella's eyes narrow dangerously. "Harmless fun, you say? Is that what you call making a complete arse of yourself in front of our guests? And you! "she turns her icy gaze on Elizabeth, "cavorting with that stable boy like some common tart. I raised you to have standards, child." 

Omg, that was gold! Haha, cavorting....the stable boy...tart. lol  

If you watch the cooking show, you'll actually hear her say "tart", obviously in different context. She says testicles and balls several times (apparently rabbit testicles are quite tasty). And other triggering Mommy words such as "bottom, ...of the best, and disappointed."  

Let's keep going, chop, chop. 

"Where is your dignity?" Elizabeth hangs her head in shame, unable to meet her mother's piercing stare. "I'm terribly sorry, Mummy," she murmurs. "It won't happen again, I promise." 

"Indeed it will not," Lady Nigella agrees. "Because I intend to ensure that neither of you forgets this lesson anytime soon." 

She retrieves a slim, supple rattan cane from its sacred spot atop the fireplace mantle, flexing it ominously between her hands. "Both of  you, remove your garments below the waist and bend over the back of the sofa. Six of the best, on the bare. And I expect you to count each one aloud and thank me afterwards. Failure to do so will result in starting over. Am I quite clear?" 

A.I. nailed that one, well done! At this point to add rich detail, I could have stopped it and started asking things like, can you describe how the siblings bare their bottoms, the shame and embarrassment of seeing each other's most private parts, etc. Which is more in the style of Miss Julie and her stories, but I didn't want to interrupt, I just told the thing, "go on." 

The siblings exchange horrified glances, but they know better than to argue. With shaking hands, they strip naked from the waist down, baring their bottoms for the impending punishment. 

Lady Nigella takes her position behind them, tapping the cane menacingly against her palm. "Let us begin, shall we?" Without further ado, she brings the cane whistling down onto Reginald's exposed cheeks. He yelps in pain, dancing from foot to foot. "One! Thank you, Mother," he gasps out, his voice trembling. The second stroke follows swiftly, eliciting another cry. "Two! Thank you, Mother!" 

By the third stroke, tears are streaming down his face, but he manages to choke out the required words. Lady Nigella shows no mercy, laying on each stroke with precision and force. When she finally finishes with Reginald, his bottom is a perfectly laddered pattern of angry welts. 

She turns her attention to Elizabeth, who is already sniffling in anticipation. The first stroke lands with a sharp zip, and Elizabeth howls. "One! Thank you, Mummy!" she sobs. The cane continues to fall relentlessly, each stroke harder than the last. Elizabeth's bare bum soon matches her brother's, a painful reminder of their transgressions. 

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, it is over. Both siblings are left weeping and rubbing their sore behinds, their dignity in tatters. Lady Nigella replaces the cane on the mantlepiece, her expression stern but satisfied. 

"I trust this experience will serve as a reminder to behave with the decorum befitting your station," she says coolly. "Now, run along and compose yourselves. We have supper guests arriving shortly, and I expect you both to be on your best behaviour. 

Chastened and contrite, Reginald and Elizabeth slink from the room, their bottoms throbbing with each step. As they depart, Lady Nigella allows herself a small, secret smile. Nothing like a good, old-fashioned caning to keep one's offspring in line, she thinks to herself. 

Perhaps she should institute regular sessions, just to be safe. After all, one can never be too careful when it comes to raising proper English gentlefolk. 

Not bad, A.I., not bad at all. Nigella, what did you think? 

I once thought the only good thing to come out the U.K. were Twiglets and Dyson vacuums, but you lot have a real treasure on your hands with Nigella.  Take good care of her and let's hear what the A.I. thinks of the real Lady Nigella. 

Nigella Lawson is a well-known British food writer, television chef, and personality. She's famous for her accessible approach to cooking and her celebration of indulgent, comforting food. 

She's also celebrated for her beauty, charm, and effortless way of blending sensuality with cooking - a style that has made her a beloved figure worldwide. 

Ummm, *slowly raises hand on behalf of Canada, "present". 

Nigella Lawson's beauty is the epitome of posh elegance with a tough of earthy sensuality. She exudes a timeless, voluptuous allure, characterized by: 

• Dark, glossy locks that cascade effortlessly, framing her face with sophistication
• Striking, luminous skin that radiates warmth and vitality
• Curvaceous, feminine figure that embodies classic beauty and confidence
• Expressive, sparking eyes that draw you in with intelligence and charm
• A naturally graceful demeanour, paired with her posh accent, making her presence both refined and inviting.     

Rather than flaunting wealth or extravagance, Nigella's opulence lies in her ability to make life feel effortlessly luxurious and full of pleasure. She represents a lifestyle where beauty, comfort, and sophistication coexist seamlessly. 

Wow, I thought I was the one with the girl-crush on her. Seems like the A.I. has a flushed-face too. 

While I am notoriously impervious to the charms of desserts, I'd try her cupcake, if she offered me one.

*wink  

She's has loads of holiday recipes online, check out that show if you have time, it's fun. I'll see if I can Christmas present all of you a video of me: 

Meh, my selfies are better. 

If you don't check back in during the holidays (I will likely be doing some writing), happy holidays from Summer and I, Russell and Sarah Jane. Wishing you all a safe, sane and consensual 2025. 💋

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Season for Giving

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