Quality Control

Continued from: Minute Man

A Sarah Jane story

Hello everyone, it's sarah jane.

Just look at these socks! Ohhhh my word. I'd be in so much trouble with Daddy! I'm not sure who this young lady is but she probably has a very red bum! I know I would. (And by "young lady", of course I mean a full-grown adult woman, over the age of consent, which she clearly is, even though her attire does not suggest this). 

As many of you know, after Daddy and I shared a glorious moment of loving devotion followed by some filthy-hot sex, I moved in with him as his 24/7 submissive. His home is not a full-blown fetish and BDSM studio like Mistress Andrea has, but he does have some specialty rooms, designed specifically for my discipline and correction. 

If you remember from last time, there is a long hallway with multiple doors and a stark, lifeless stool facing a full-length mirror. These last few weeks, now under Daddy's roof and Daddy's rules, I have spent some time on the unforgiving rigidness of that stool, nursing a freshly spanked bottom. 

Why, you might ask? 

Two words...that I am getting to know painfully well...QUALITY CONTROL. 

I learned about quality control while under the care of Mistress Andrea at her Facility. Standing with my ankles together, walking on tiptoe when not in heels, or having to perform a curtsy when entering or leaving a room that my dominant was in. 

These were essentially my service standards while at The Facility. I was in-service always, as a submissive sex slave. Now, happily in the service of my Daddy, usually dressed like the above I might add, things are a little more...detailed, I guess I could call it. Daddy takes my service standards to the next level! I think he has a little bit of OCD.

Hehe. (Sorry Daddy, but you DO and it's true! *sticks tongue out*). Fuck, I'm gonna be sorry for that one! 

It was Daddy's attention to fine details that ultimately landed me in the hallway with these dreadful rooms. 

Such as:

If I present myself to Daddy with uneven socks, uneven knee socks or stockings, like the young lady above, I am given a spanking on the spot! 

"C'mon Sarah Jane, you're better than that!" Daddy will scold. 

"You know better than that!" And so on...

Then, regardless of where we are or who else is around, my bottom will be bare and I will be immediately over his knee. His heavy hand will take things well beyond the scope of a warm-up. You know that point when a man's strong hand starts to feel like a wooden paddle?

Daddy will then reach for an implement of opportunity. Wooden spoon or spatula if we're near or in the kitchen, a hairbrush from a bathroom, but he usually just takes off his belt, hauls me back across his knee and thrashes me good and hard. 

Between me kicking and flailing-off articles of clothing during these spankings and Daddy stripping pieces off me, I always end up fully nude. Then I get the dreaded, "go wait on the stool."

My hands cover my flaming bum cheeks and I find myself doing this little scamper/scurry run, usually while sobbing, as I make my way upstairs and onto the rigid stool to wait for my actual punishment. The one that fits the crime and the reason for these rooms. 

A run in my hosiery? Ohhh you better believe I'd be in for it!

Uneven knee socks, caught wearing flats, not walking on my toes when not in heels...White sock bottoms that are not looking so white anymore, dirty or dingy? The list goes on. 

You probably don't have to guess what will happen to me, after my spanking and now nervously waiting in the hallway for the corresponding specialty room. 

This particular room, for quality control violations relating to my feet, has only one bondage apparatus for the purpose of securing and displaying my soles for correction. 

This room really sucks. But, will my knee socks ever be uneven again? Would I present myself before Daddy with a run in my hose? Certainly not. His quality control is at least effective. I only have to touch the hot stove once. 

There is a small array of implements displayed in this room. Light riding crops, small flicker-whips and leather slappers. There are even tens-unit pads for my bare soles. Those REALLY fuckin' suck! 

What do you think of this next one? 

Visible tags left in place and not clipped from panties. Do you see it? 

I told you Daddy has OCD! 

He's not entirely wrong though. I am usually made to wear full sheer panties with my school uniforms and a lot of my pretty, pink sleepwear and lingerie is sheer or lace. I can see how an unsightly tag just screws up the whole aesthetic here.

See the tag in my panties? Daddy brought this to my attention and I ended up in this pose, so I could be shamed and humiliated by having to show all of you!

Then I was thrashed on-the-spot, right over Daddy's knee. His belt came next, always on the bare!

Once again I found myself on the "sobbing stool" as I like to call it now, up in the hallway, humiliated and naked with only my reflection and my thoughts to keep me occupied. But which room would I be headed to? This one could have gone either way. There is a room just for the correction of my pussy where I am secured and presented like this: 

And there is an entirely separate room for the whipping and correction of my little pucker. 

Both rooms are just like the feet-whipping room, with a single bondage apparatus to secure and present me for punishment. It's so embarrassing, to be bound and displayed this way!

Tags in panties, not having my princess parts shaved bald for Daddy...caught wearing improper panties or failing to give myself a good, soapy enema before Daddy fucks my bum, could all land me in either of these two rooms, or BOTH!! 

Again, each room has a collection of whips, straps and floggers of a size and weight suitable for my pussy and bum hole. Each room comes with the electro-pads as well, to shock my pussy lips, clit and anus as part of my correction. 

Lastly, there is a room dedicated to my breasts and nipples. I call this the "tit room". For the life of me I could not think of any manner of quality control relating to my tits. Maybe you readers can help? Like not being in a bra or something, when I'm suppose to be or not getting erect nipples when I should? I dunno...

Leave it to my loving Daddy though...he found something! Of course he did. 

These are a beautiful pair of nipple clamps with bells that Daddy got for me. As you can see they are the alligator style with the little tension wheel on the side, to reduce or increase the pinch. He likes to have me wear these when he fucks me doggystyle. My boobs dangle helplessly and the motion of Daddy pounding me in the ass or cunt, causes my tits to bounce and flop about; thus, causing me to jingle!

*hands over eyes* It's so dreadfully humiliating!

Every nipple is different. Some people clamp just the nipple while others want them to bite the areola and the nipple together. For that reason, Daddy lets me adjust the clamps myself and set the level of pinch. He tells me that he wants a decent grip but nothing excruciating. Just enough that they stay in place, like an ornamental decoration.

Well...

The other day, Daddy was fucking me from behind. I had my bells on and I was gagged. Everything was going fine until one of my nipple bells flew off and hit the floor, because I didn't have it clamped tightly enough. 

I thought nothing of it at the time. Daddy finished and came into my hot cunt, but then I got a very firm spanking, still gagged with jizz oozing out of me! 

I was shocked when I heard, "go wait on the stool." Then it dawned on me, my clamps! So, I was introduced to the final room I had not seen yet. My "tit room".

The setup was simple as usual, just one singular apparatus of bondage to present the area for correction. I was blindfolded and shock-pads were applied first. I think they were set to about a 7, then I was left alone to endure the correction. 

When Daddy finally returned, the pads were removed but my blindfold stayed on. He didn't want me seeing and flinching or anticipating the whipping that came next, all across my boobs and nipples. I was a very sorry young lady after about 25 per nipple with a riding crop. I now understood the importance of quality control at Daddy's house.

But if I know all these rules now and adhere to them...these rooms will be obsolete no? 

I wouldn't purposely do something just to end up back in the hallway...would I? 

Hmmm. Those stocking seams can be tricky...and it would drive Daddy bananas! Should I push my luck?

sarah jane xoxo

Continued in: Pinch Hitter

 

 

 

 

   

She was a Sk8er Girl

Continued from: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Summer and I were embraced in a lovely tangle on the bed, just coming down from a medium-heavy scene in our room. For reasons we don't need to get into, I had to punish her with a whipping of her bare asshole. 

Punishments in my household generally fit the crime. If Summer was caught with a run in her hose or stockings, she would be given a spanking followed by her bare soles being punished. Matters relating to her princess parts, result in a spanking then a punishment of the area in need of correction. In this case, unfortunately for her, it was her poor little bottom hole. 

All however, was forgiven...and we returned to giggles and pillow talks as we always do. 

For some reason we got talking about celebrities. Out of pure curiosity I asked her if she had a BDSM celebrity crush. More specifically, if she was going to administer a punishment spanking to a bratty celebrity, who would it be.

Without hesitation and in her adorable French accent, she replied: 

"Avril Lavigne"...

I giggled a little bit before commenting. 

"Like the skater girl?" 

We talked about it further and teased and tangled each other until Summer drifted off to sleep. I was still wide awake so I did some quiet internetting beside her. 

Avril...a small-town Canadian girl. That earned her points with me already! She bears the look of an out-of-control, bitchy and petulant teen who in the height of her popularity, looked like she would smell of weed and Doritos. 

I can see why Summer would choose to spank her. She definitely has that "in need of an attitude adjustment" look about her. Apparently this is what Summer was exactly like, in her younger years. Baggy jeans, wallet chain, skater shoes and a piss-poor attitude. 

Now it all makes sense, yes! Summer wants to punish the teen version of herself! She's projecting. She wants what she only wished she could have received when she was younger. 

As I looked a little deeper on the interwebs, when you peel away the layers of early 2000's, leftover from the grunge movement of the 90s, Avril is undeniably beautiful. 

Despite Avril's natural gorgeousness, I think Summer's fantasy involves disciplining the wild and bitchy teen-Avril of 2002. Not this stunner depicted above. 

Maybe Summer is in the role of Step-Mother, or Big Sister? She returns home from a long flight and sees this hot-mess, passed out in the den. The room smells of stale beer, bong resin and Pringles.

Summer tries to snap her out of it and get her life back on track. 

(Avril was actually ON the right track in this period of time. She went platinum seven times).

She makes her go select an implement to be punished with. A shameful exercise in humility for our beautiful skater girl. 

Should we go through with it and indulge in Summer's fantasy? Who wants to see Avril Lavigne receive an OTK spanking? I'm sure it won't end with just a spanking either *blush, if I know my Summer.  

A special thank you to someone named BlueSky from the Sims, custom content community, who created the avatar for young Miss Lavigne. 

Pretty good huh? 

Gotta love talented people and talented artists. 

Unfortunately the below doesn't quite look as clean as the above two images. But once Summer gets down to business and invites her to the Facility, it's pretty damn close. 

Maybe...to be continued...if someone wants to see Avril get spanked and we’ll try to figure out what emo, grunge sex entails?? *shrug

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Two days a captive

Crying is not a Safeword

Continued from: Summer gets caught

Today is going to be all business with my poor Summer. She knows she needs to be punished and punished she will be!

Cassandra was under instructions to put Summer through the full "process" of being checked into my facility for a spanking. The check in process is meant to embarrass, humiliate and create deepened feelings of vulnerability, prior to a spanking commencing. 

This usually assists some of the more resistant or stubborn adults, as it sets the stage to let their emotions come to the surface. When the spanking eventually begins, it is much easier for them to feel remorse, shame and release anything they might have pent up. 

And it's a safe, judge-free environment to do exactly that.  

I have a feeling that Summer will definitely be in for quite the surprise. 

She arrived at exactly 9:55AM. Her appointment was scheduled for 10. She greeted Cassie properly with a formal and polite, "Good morning Miss Cassandra". 

Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement, suddenly realizing she wasn't alone in this waiting room. She sat down immediately with her back to the bare-naked male behind her. She was too embarrassed to turn and look. 

"Summer, what brings you to the facility today?" Cassandra asked purposely. I had trained her to ask questions like this, so the clients have to declare out loud, the reason they are there. 

Summer blushed deeply and lowered her head. 

"I'm here to be punished, Miss Cassandra", she mumbled out. 

"And why are you being punished?" Cassandra asked. 

Summer looked at her feet in embarrassment, the irony being that her feet got herself into this pickle in the first place. Then she looked slightly over her shoulder, like doing a blind-spot check. She was dreadfully aware that she was not alone in the waiting room.

"Mistress caught me selling my used nylons on the internet Miss Cassandra", she squeaked out. 

"I see", Cassandra responded with a scorned look on her face. 

"The room to my right Summer, the one labelled for both male and female, is a changeroom. Inside there are lockers. Please strip fully naked. Remove all jewelry, rings and watches and along with your purse and phone, place everything into an open locker". 

Summer was a bit frozen, perhaps in shock at the formality of all of this. She eventually composed herself, took a deep breath and obeyed. 

"Yes Miss Cassandra". 

Summer emerged several minutes later, mortified with feelings of embarrassment and humiliation. 

Cassandra escorted her to a seat in the waiting area, motioning for her to sit. 

"Miss Cassandra, when I closed the locker with all my things in it, it locked", Summer innocently said. 

"Yes Summer, Mistress is the only one who has keys to the lockers, and keys to the boy's cock cages. Isn't that right Kyle?" Cassandra teased. 

It just dawned on Summer, that the poor male sitting behind her, was the same male submissive that she beat and pegged in her first Dominatrix debut: Domina Debut

Now she felt even more embarrassed. Having to admit she was there to be punished, right in front of a male she absolutely, sexually owned, less than a month ago. 

Before she could protest to Cassie or ask for mercy, a ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and padlocked at the buckle. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, causing her to lurch forward in the seat. Then came the final and ultimate humiliation, having her legs forced open with a spreader bar, to expose her bare, bald, beautiful pussy. 

Cassandra sat back down and recited her usual script, that she does with all the nervous and trembling clients. 

"Alright you two. 'Mommy' will be here to deal with you shortly. You are both going to be punished in the room to your right. Please remember that crying is encouraged, but it's not your safeword. Nod if you understand me". 

They did. Summer looked on the brink of tears already. Cassie called me to indicate they were ready. 

I clicked into the room, confident and powerful, wearing my finest Mommy-wear, seamed hose and pearls.

"Kyle first please, Cassie", I commanded. 

She attended to him. Removing his bondage and gag. He was noticeably fighting off a little stiffy in his chastity cage.

I noticed Summer's beautiful puss puss was glistening with shame as well. She looked at me in panic and desperation. I didn't give her the comfort of a wink or a smile. It was all business today. 

"In you go Kyle. Mommy will be with you shortly. Park your nose in the timeout corner", Cassie hissed at him. 

For about the next twenty minutes, the deathly quiet waiting room was filled with the muffled sounds of wood and leather meeting bare buttocks and thighs. Summer's butterflies would have been raging in her tummy, especially when she started to hear the high-pitched yelps and pleas coming from Kyle. 

"No Mommy, please no! Not the hairbrush!" He was shrieking out, sounding more like a naughty little girl than a man. The sharp wooden smacks rang out again and again. 

When the room was once again silent, the door creaked open and Summer turned her head to see the puffy wet eyes and red-face of Kyle. She groaned into her gag when she saw the crimson redness of his bare bum, haloed around two white looking splotches. 

He was directed up on the stage by Cassie and put into his timeout position. 

"Undo Summer for me please Cassandra, then set a 30-minute timer for Kyle". I said. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra responded. 

"Alright Summer Addison, follow me", I sternly spoke to her, slipping her middle name into the mix.

I raised my voice a little, to call out to the waiting room as Summer followed me into the spanking room. 

"Cassandra huni, bring me the foot cane. It's the thin one with the gold handle, behind your desk". 

"Mommy, please no. Not my feet!" Summer pleaded with me as the door shut behind us. 

I disregarded her pleas and began to describe the mechanics of the punishment table to her. I pointed out where her wrists will be bound, where her feet will be bound and how I expect her to arch and present her soles for me. I pointed to the center bolster and told her this is for raising and presenting her bare bum. 

She whimpered in defeat, continuing to apologize for being so naughty.

Cassandra entered the room with the cane I requested, specifically designed for bare soles. It’s light and thin enough to ensure no damage is done to the small bones in the feet, but whippy enough to truly administer a memorable punishment. 

Cassie placed the vicious cane on the punishment table and left the room. 

I pulled Summer over to the couch and had her sit down next to me for a chat. I gently explained to her why she was going to be punished and asked if she agreed it was fair, given her behaviour.

With tears in her eyes she trembled out a "yes Mommy, I'm sorry". 

I patted my hosed thighs. 

"Alright Summer Addison, over Mommy's lap. You need to be taught a long and hard lesson young lady". 

She got a very firm and lengthy hand-spanking, as a warm-up, before I brought her to a spanking bench and bound her in place. 

I used the foot cane on her bare bum and thighs, which would have the sensation of cutting a switch and using it on her bare bum. Then she was given a strapping with a leather belt, while she remained bound in this position. 

She had marked up very nicely on her bare bum. Next came the punishment table where she was first paddled, before I declared it was time for her bare soles. 

"Summer, since the reason for your punishment relates to your feet, I feel it is fitting that part of your punishment involves your soles, is this fair?" 

Summer was gently sobbing at this point, nodding her head and saying, "yes Mommy". 

I told her to flex her toes back and arch her feet against the table. She then received 20 stokes of the whippy-cane, on each sole. She was howling and begging by the time I was done. 

I undid her restraints and got her back on my lap, this time in the dreaded, wheelbarrow position which forces EVERYthing...to be on display. 

I used some pink baby lotion and gently massaged this onto her thrashed bottom. She softly moaned and calmed down, her tears subsided. 

Before leaving the room, I pulled her onto my lap and told her that she was forgiven, yet we still had to go see Cassie for her cornertime. 

"Yes Mommy, I understand. Thank you Mommy", she breathed-out. 

Cassandra. 10 minutes please, on her tip-toes. If her heels touch the floor, bring her and the foot cane back to see me. Summer had never been on the horrifying, time-out stage before. She was slightly relived that Kyle was no longer there, but felt deep shame that Cassie had to monitor her. 

When her time is up Cassie, send her up to my bedroom please. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra answered. 

Twelve-ish minutes later. A very sheepish and vulnerable, bare-naked Summer, crept into my bedroom. 

We talked for a moment, she thanked me for her punishment and promised to never sell her hosiery on the internet again, unless I have given her permission to do so. She admitted to deep feelings of vulnerability but felt very cared for and loved.  

I led her over to one of my worship chairs. She knelt and hugged my waist. 

"Mommy, can I be a 'little' for the rest of the day?" She sweetly asked me. I wasn't surprised, given how vulnerable her session was. 

"How little, sweetheart?" I asked her. 

She thought about this for a moment, before answering...

"Like...one step above diapers Mommy, if that makes sense?"

"I think I have something that will fit you little one", I stroked her hair and cooed to her.  

I gave my little Summer a bubble bath, then got her dressed as she requested. 

Look how cute this little biscuit is, in her onesie and sockies!

It was now time for her to properly thank me, for her punishment 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Becoming a foot-pimp