Busted!

Continued from: Good cop, Bad cop

When Russell and I used to play back in the day, we didn't quite dabble in roleplay. Yes, I was frequently in a schoolgirl uniform but no one was the "Principal", I hadn't cheated on a test, nor was I caught smoking in the girl's room. I was dressed in that manner because it was more vulnerable and humiliating for an adult woman, then I was spanked for real-life reasons, rather than roleplay. 

Russell had my implied or at least my suggested permission, when I first asked him about the hall-pass night with my wife. Could I really punish him for this? He didn't come right out an ask me directly, "Ma'am, are you sure you're ok if I have sex with Summer?" I guess this is what I was a little miffed about, but...I was having a difficult time processing a real punishment, for an idea that I approached him with. 

Nevertheless, he thinks he's going to get punished. He read me a Miss Julie story about how he wants to be punished. I guess we can do a roleplay for this one, since there's cosplay involved anyway. 

Miss Julie's story that he read aloud to me, with his pants and undies around his ankles, was called "Speeder Punished". 

Once I arranged all the logistics for this scene, I briefed Russell on how it was going to begin but shared no further details.

Out behind the farmhouse that I bought, there is a little plot of land that looks like a park. It "should" be private enough to start the scene here, while still feeling exposed and outdoors. The girls were all dressed and ready to go, I was ready as their dispatcher. It was time to press play. 

Russell...you're about to get busted! 

(Is this issued police equipment now?)

*****************

Russell sat nervously on a park bench, under the watchful eyes of Officer Summers and Officer Cassidy, who had just pulled him over for excessively speeding. The diesel exhaust from the nearby tow-truck was offensive to his senses, as he watched his M5, BMW getting loaded onto the flatbed.

"You can seriously be arrested for just speeding?!" He pleaded with the stunning and youthful, brunette policewoman. 

"When you're travelling 106 in a 50, yes you can. It's called dangerous driving." She replied, sounding genuinely pissed off. 

"And how long do you have to take my car for?" Russell whined to them. 

"The impound for stunt driving is 14 days, Mr. Burnett." The shockingly beautiful, blonde policewoman said. 

"Please no! I can't go to jail. I can't lose my car for 14 days, I need that...for work, Ma'am." He began to plead more desperately with Officer Summers. 

"There must be some other way? It was just speeding Ma'am." He mewled to Officer Cassidy. 

Officer Cassidy immediately snarled back at him. "Just speeding!? You were a danger to not only yourself but everyone else on the road! Don't you 'just speeding' me you motherfu..."

"CASSIDY!" 

Officer Summers shouted, snapping her back into her role of professionalism, before she went too far. 

"Keep your cool, Officer", Summers said to her brunette partner. "He looks like the sort who would complain about us, or rat us out...even if we DID give him a break." 

"Please NO! That's not me! Honest!" Russell resumed his whining to the officers, as he suddenly stood from his seated position. "I wouldn't say a thing, if you'd just give me a break." 

"SIR YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN, are you in crisis?!" Officer Cassidy barked at him. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back, NOW!" 

"These are for your safety as well as mine." Cassidy said to him, as the metal handcuffs chattered down upon Russell's wrists. (Summer was covering her mouth to hold in a giggle-fit, watching Cassandra absolutely nail her role). 

Summers turned to Cassidy and smirked. Russell, for the first time, saw a small glimmer of hope as her playfulness started to shine through her rigid uniform. 

"Remember the alternative thing we always talk about doing to speeders, instead of jail and tickets?” Summers asked Cassidy. 

"You think? Him?" Officer Cassidy responded. 

Russell interrupted immediately. "Yes, ME! There's an alternative to jail? And not having my car towed? 

"There is." Officer Summers purred, her tone far more devious and seductive. 

"It's called administrative discipline", Cassidy added. 

"What's administrative discipline?" Russell asked nervously. 

With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Officer Summers sat beside him and very bluntly said, "it's a good, old fashioned, belt whuppin". 

She ran her gloved-hands across the glossy-looking police belt that housed her kit and weaponry. 

"This was my Daddy's old police belt. Heavy-duty leather and well seasoned, unlike that nylon crap the new kids wear." Summer explained. 

Russell gulped in fear but the thought of going to jail and losing his car, quickly swayed his decision. 

"A whuppin'....like a spanking Ma'am?" He meekly asked. 

"That's right, Lead-Foot, on the bare too!" Officer Cassidy interjected. "You're not going to puss-out, half-way through are you. Or tell on us are you?" 

Russell hung his head in shame, contemplating his options. Cassidy could see where his decision making was heading and went to speak to the tow-truck driver, who was none too impressed with losing this tow and the subsequent impound fees. 

"I said TAKE the car off the flatbed greaseball, before I do a commercial inspection on your truck over there," Office Cassidy threatened, her female dominance now oozing from every pore.

As Officer Cassidy was arguing with the tow-truck driver, Officer Summers had removed her utility belt and was beginning to slide all the pouches and equipment off of it, placing them in the trunk of the car. 

She returned to Russell, the supple, antique belt now doubled over and held firmly in her right hand. 

"Well Mr. Burnett, what's it gonna be?" 

"I...I don't want to go to jail Ma'am", he muttered out, his bottom lip beginning to quiver. 

Summer leaned her chin toward her shoulder-mounted radio and simulated a call to dispatch, the role I was playing from home with a corresponding radio.

"Sierra 2-12..."

Sierra 2-12, go ahead

"Could you mark myself and Sierra 4-19 on an admin screen. 30 minutes please." 

Copy, Sierra 2-12, admin, Terrace View Park?

"Stand and strip from the waist down, you can leave your socks on. This is happening right HERE!" Officer Cassidy ordered, having dismissed the tow driver and unlocked Russell's handcuffs. 

"Looks like he was concealing a substantial weapon, Officer." Summers said to Cassidy, as they both giggled. Russell's face burned with embarrassment, as his true feelings about this situation were now revealed to the beautiful policewomen. 

Officer Summers quickly wrangled poor Russell right across her knee, exposed and on the park bench, out in the open. She pinned his erection between her thighs and reached for his support arm, to pin behind his back. 

She spoke about his speeding as she spanked, explaining this was only a mere warm-up, to prepare his buttocks for the belting. 

After about five minutes straight, Officer Summer's hand was beginning to sting. Like any good police partnership, Officer Cassidy was right there to assist. She tagged-in and carried on for another solid five minutes. 

"I think he's ready for the belt, Officer." Cassidy said to Summers. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go to jail Mr. Burnett? You'd like to continue with administrative discipline?" Officer Cassidy confirmed with him. 

"Plea...please continue Ma'am, I'll take the belting." Russell sniveled, as he was gingerly allowed off Officer Cassidy’s' strict lap. 

The two officers re-cuffed his wrists in the front this time, and bent him over the back of the park bench. They told him to reach for and grab the slats of the seat, so he was forced up on his tip-toes. 

Officer Summers accessed her belt and rested the surprising weight of it onto the small of Russell's back. 

"56 lashes Mr. Burnett...for every kilometer you were over the speed limit in MY town!" Officer Cassidy hissed, as she handed down this intimidating sentence. 

Officer Summers made him count every stroke and apologize to her. 

"Fouteen! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Fif-TEEN! Owwwch! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

Around 45, his blubbering obscured the remaining counting. During the last 11 lashes, Officer Cassidy started packing things up and gathering his pants and shoes, which she placed in a large evidence bag. 

His cuffs remained at the front and he was mashed into the back of a car, still naked from the waist down, despite his socks. 

"Wha...where are you taking me now?!" He sniveled to the officers. 

"Home of course," Officer Cassidy chirped. 

"We need to turn you over to the care of your wife." Officer Summers added. 

"But my pants!" He pleaded with them. 

"You were concealing a LARGE weapon in those...your pants are evidence now." Cassidy replied, both girls now laughing at how deeply engaged they were in the scene. 

Now it was my queue. I was about to take centre stage for the rest of this hot-mess. The doorbell rang and I answered.  

"Mrs. Burnett? Does this belong to you?" 

The young brunette officer spoke, as I answered the door and took in the shocking sight before me. (The girls looked super adorable!)  

I looked at their name tags. 

"Officer Summers, Officer Cassidy...cute." I chuckled. 

"And YOU, Mister! Where the hell are your pants?!" I snapped toward Russell who didn't respond, he just lowered his head. 

"Please, come inside officers, it appears we have much to discuss..."

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Jail Bird

 

 

   

 

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Continued from: A Score to Settle

The weekend came to an end and I was pleased to see Russell back in my office, early Monday morning, holding his e-reader. If you remember from the last installment, he was under strict instructions to purchase Miss Julie's new e-book, read it entirely, then report back to me with his "favourtie" story. 

A Collection of F/m spanking stories by Miss Julie

The twist...whatever story he chooses from all of these wonderful tales, I am ACTUALLY going to met-out on his bare backside, in as close to the style and manner captured by Miss Julie's fiction, which was all F/m and awesome!

Russell looked like a naughty little boy, vulnerable and embarrassed, standing before me in his morning-wood, jammie-pants.

"Ma'am..." He whispered to me, his voice trembling.

"Ummm, there's a story about two female police officers." His face blushed as he spoke. 

"Go on..." I replied. 

"May I read it to you please Ma'am?" Russell politely asked me. 

"This story represents the type and theme of punishment that you would like from me?" I asked him, my tone firm. 

"Yes Ma'am." He replied, and began to read the title out loud to me. 

"AH AH! Hold it right there Mister. You remember my instructions from last week! Pants and undies at your ankles while you read to me, young man!" I snipped to him. 

Russell obeyed and relieved himself of his pants and underwear, then humbly stood before me and began to read this spicy chapter of Miss Julie's book. 

I was listening, but I was also staring directly at his flaccid cock, waiting for it to begin erecting. I was using his shamefully exposed dick like a barometer, watching it ebb and flow with arousal as he read.

Sometimes he'd hit a keyword in the story, a trigger for him, especially when hearing it aloud in his own voice. Words like "spanking", "strapping" and "belt" seemed to...ummm, raise his interest, literally. Haha.

I'd throw my two cents in occasionally, just to tease and embarrass him further.

"Ooo, the brunette cop in this story sounds spicy!" I cooed to him. 

"She did what to his backside?" I'd ask, just to make him repeat a trigger line in the story.

"So...two lady-cops huh?" I was picturing the below, but I don't think that's the spirit of what Miss Julie was trying to capture in this steamy story. 

When Russell finally finished reading to me, I leaned back in my chair with a look of deep thought on my face.

"This will take a bit of logistics young man, but I have an idea." I said as the corners of my lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Put your pants back on and remove yourself from my office." I dismissively said, as I became more stern with him. 

He stammered out a "yes Ma'am...th...thank you, Ma'am". 

I was still deeply in thought, working out the intricate planning required for a scene like this. I needed two female cops. Or...two females dressed up like cops. Hehe. I could think of no one better to play out Miss Julie's story than Summer and Cassandra! 

These two pieces-of-work just spent all weekend at FanExpo in Toronto. I think they deliberately tried to make their cosplay as slutty as possible each day they attended this nerd-concert, or whatever goes on there. 

Oh, by-the-way, Cassie abandoned the blonde look and went back to dark. Raven-black hair looks MUCH better on her!  

I think these two will make a good police partnership. Cassie is absolutely wild, she can be "bad-cop". Summer is sweet and darling, maybe the "good-cop"? 

However, when these two get together they feed off one another and suddenly we may end up with two "bad-cops". Or good, depending on your perspective. 

When I told them about the idea, Summer absolutely squealed with excitement. Cassandra responded as she usually does to most things at my Facility. "ya that sounds fuckin' hot Mistress, I'm in."

Handcuffs and phallically-shaped batons. Big, thick leather police belts, all combined with two squealing and excited vixens! Ohhh Russell. Ohhh you're so in for it! 

I'm not going to spoil-alert Miss Julie's works of fiction or this story in particular. I suggest you buy a copy and have a read. Then you'll get a little preview of what poor Russell is in for. 

There was one component missing though. To emulate the story in the style Miss Julie prepared it. Once the sexy police ladies are done with Russell they bring him home to his F-L-R "wife" for a stern...umm..."talking to". 

*Sigh* 

I guess that'll have to be me. *wink*

Let's see, what I'm trying to capture here. Angry, kinda cute, subdivision wife? I think I can pull that off. 

UGG boots, check. 

Costco membership, check. 

Starbucks? Yup. 

Yoga pants, check.

The "I'd like to speak to the Manager" style of bitchy glasses? Check!

Yep...I got this! 

Anyone want to trade places with Russell?? Ohhhh boy, I do not wish I was him right now. I'll be sure to tell and show you, every juicy detail in the next post. 

Just to tide you over however, I'll give you a preview of how Miss Julie's story went. When the day of his session arrived my doorbell rang (as part of our script).

And this is what I see. The young and attractive brunette officer spoke first, "Ma'am, does this belong to you?"

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Busted

Dealing with a Spoiled Brat

Continued from: The Cum Brat

A Sarah Jane story

Hi everyone, it's Sarah again. I'm going to be grounded to my bedroom after I post this so I'll type slowly and take my time when I describe my spanking to all of you. Yet I've just realized this is a horrible predicament because it's very uncomfortable to sit right now. 

I'd rather be on my tummy on my bed, sobbing into my stuffie. 

"Mr. Bun Buns" was my cuddly companion throughout my age regressed phases of this journey I've been on. I spent a lot of time holding his little ear while standing in the corner with my pull-ups at my knees and red bum on display.

But what to do now?? *foot stomp*

Sit here and stall and dawdle and endure the pain of sitting? Or finish my task quickly to be grounded to my room?  Grrrr! 

I'll begin with a revelation I had. 

Doesn't it suck when something you despise doing, or having to do in my case, turns out to serve its intended purpose? Thirty minutes in the time-out corner sucks! It's boring and the slight elevation of my Mary Jane heels makes my feet hurt and I'm humiliated and dressed like a little girl and it just plain sucks! 

As the agonizing minutes tick by and the humiliation causes my pussy to betray me, the boredom forces me to begin thinking about why I'm in the corner in the first place. 

Intended purpose of cornertime? That's 1-0 for Daddy. 

I thought about a specific request he had for me the other day. It was the on the 16th of August. He sent me this awesome bdsm video of two slave girls in a dirty factory-type setting. One poor girl was gagged, presumably with her own panties and tape. She was crotch-rope tied, her nipples were clamped and she was strung up in a bondage pose with spreader bar, forced onto her toes. 

Her friend, I assume these two were abducted by their male captor together, is being presumably "forced" to practice her deepthroating skills on a dildo. She is likely under threat to keep going on the dildo, lest she wind up like her friend, strung up and beaten. 

So as the video started for me, this was the initial scene: 

The girl on the left had her nipples clamped and affixed to her dildo stand. This was a nice move I thought. Trapped by her own nipples!

The girl on the right. Her crotch rope is tied to her ponytail to keep her head up and forward. Way more shameful! She can't hide from her punishment now. Her nipple chain seems to be around her neck, causing pressure and tugging if she moves too much. 

The strung-up girl is spanked and whipped with a belt the entire time. She screams her way through the whole torturous scene while her legs shake from her tip-toed position. 

Her friend, now covered in her own drool and slobber, deepthroats that realistic cock, the entire time. It's a long video. It's 18 minutes long and my Daddy knows this is exactly the sort of treatment I crave and want. This is the style of maledom I like. I wanted to take the place of both of these women, as I watched this. 

Daddy allowed me to masturbate while I watched the full length of this video. I was also, shockingly, permitted to cum at will, provided I recorded the times within the video that I orgasmed. 

*blush* I'm embarrassed about the next thing I want to say...

I came five times while watching this clip! The first one occurring at the 2:42 mark. My second orgasm, which was heavy and shuddering, at the 5:28 mark. Then, like the spoiled little cum-brat that I am, I came three more times! Five orgasms Daddy gifted me. I really was his spoiled little girl. 

Intended purpose of cornertime? Self-reflection? Dammit....2-nothing for Daddy.

He keeps my orgasms controlled so I am in a perpetual state of arousal, on edge and ready to serve him. My orgasms, when permitted, are like a gift to me. And now I just had five in a row, didn't journal about my previous ones then even forgot about one and when it occurred. 

I took for granted these lovely gifts. I took advantage of how kind my Daddy is to me. Fuck!

3-nothing Daddy. Acceptance of consequences!

This is when the fear of the spanking sets in, while I was in the corner. I knew it was going to be long and severe. This was right around the time my thirty minutes was coming to an end and I was called to Daddy's side, to face him for the first time. 

Of course I was bawling. 4-0 for Daddy. The cornertime was long enough to reach the self-pity phase, apologetic phase and begging for Daddy to not be disappointed with me. Bawling at him to please spank me, because I know I'll be forgiven afterwards. Spank me long and hard, just don't be disappointed in me! 

See how sucky this is! When you realize this process works. Sucky cornertime achieved its intended purpose! This sucks! 

Well. I got what I had coming to me and I know I deserved it. I got hand-spanked first, followed by the strap, two hairbrushes, a dozen with the cane then finally, Daddy's belt. I was a frantic mess by the end. 

Snot, tears. I was cough-crying. Daddy held me close to tell me I was forgiven and I sobbed into his shoulder, apologizing for being a spoiled little brat. 

Then, with the scent of pink baby lotion enveloping the room and enveloping my nostrils, I was about to undertake another agonizing thirty minutes in time-out, displayed and shamed. This is the point Mistress walked in on us, and asked what was up. 

I heard Daddy telling Mistress why I got a spanking. My face burned with embarrassment from my corner, when he revealed to her that I masturbated myself to five cummies! I heard words like spoiled being used, brat and ungrateful, when he told her about the journal I failed to do. Daddy was clearly still fuming with me. Then I heard Mistress speak. 

"This is actually good timing. I have something to talk with you about. Does Sarah Jane need to be punished further?" Mistress asked Russ. 

"Yes!" I heard my Daddy reply. He didn't even hesitate. 

Then the two of them began to whisper, which was humiliating and annoying. They were likely whispering about me! I heard Summer's name spoken. I heard the term hall-pass. That was about all I could extract from their whispering. 

Mistress clicked out of the room and the final minutes of my cornertime came to an end. When Daddy released me I crawled on my hands and knees over to him. His pants were off and his cock was in his hand. My ritual was so drilled into me that nothing had to be said. 

"May I please suck your cock Daddy?" I said as I looked up at him. 

"Yes you may young lady," was his reply, adding a touch of youthful vulnerability for me. 

"Thank you Daddy." Was my next response, followed by a gentle kiss to the tip of his penis before taking him into my mouth. 

I love when it grows in my mouth Daddy! 

As I sucked him off he calmly spoke. He didn't ask me anything, as my mouth was full of his dick, he just told me what was going down. 

"Summer wishes to join us for a playdate." He said. 

"Since you've lost some appreciation of how good you have it and the lovely gift of orgasm that Daddy grants you, you're going to be taught a further lesson young lady." 

I could only groan onto his cock. Not knowing what this new punishment would entail. 

Daddy wasted no time in telling me. 

"When Summer joins us, you're going to watch me fuck her." He bluntly declared. 

I groaned onto his cock again in desperation. Not really knowing if it was a jealous groan or a groan of pure arousal at the thought of this upcoming humiliation. 

I didn't have long to process what was just said, as Daddy was now blasting his load into my throat. 

Once I swallowed everything down and cleaned up his cock, I kissed the tip once again and simply said, "thank you Daddy." 

Was I thanking him for his cum? Was I thanking him for my spanking? Or was this my implied consent about his statement that he is going to fuck Summer and force me to watch? 

As I sit here typing, I think it was all of the above. I deliberately didn't say anything further in that moment. 

Once I hit this post button, I have to go to my room. I'm grounded for the night. To lay on my tummy and think about watching my Daddy fuck Summer. 

*pout* 

sarah jane 😔

 

Continued in: I often envy submissives

The Cum Brat

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Cousins Punished Together - A Farmhouse Story

Continued from: Don't make me come up there!

"Don't make me come up there!!" Usually means the purveyor of this threat is coming anyway! 

This was dreadfully evident for Julie and her naughty cousin Patrick, as the creak of the farmhouse staircase, echoed its eerie tune through the second floor. 

Julie and Patrick shared a knowing glance, no heel clicks, they thought to themselves. It must be Uncle Ed, or in Patrick's case...his "Daddy". 

They were in for it now!

Julie's tummy fluttered with butterflies and her heart beat in her chest with the pace of each firm smack from Ed's muscular hand. She thought to herself how humiliating and emasculating it must be for Patrick, a heterosexual adult male, to be spanked over the knee of an older, larger and stronger man. 

She wished she had been forced to watch, rather than sent to the corner. She was curious to see Patrick's little penis and berries, mushed against Ed's dress pants, likely caked with the remnants of dried cum. Patrick's cries for mercy and his pleads of "Daddy NOOO", made it clear to Julie that manually masturbating Patrick, right before his spanking, was probably inhumane on her part. 

Typically, she would find this amusing and likely curl her villainous lips into a smile, but she was frozen with the nervous anticipation that she would be next. 

When the deep smacking sounds finally stopped, the room was filled with the defeated sobs of Patrick, who was quickly ordered to take Julie's place in the corner. They passed one another during the exchange, both with lowered heads of vulnerability and embarrassment. 

Julie draped herself over her "Uncle's" knee and could feel her delicate, pastel dress swoosh upwards to expose her tender thighs. 

Her spanking was firm and thorough, the sound deadened by the absorption and protection that her panties provided. A style selected by Lorraine, to accompany Julie's "little girl" aesthetic. 

It wasn't long however, before these adorable little knickers were at her ankles and her Uncle's firm hand was connecting with her blushing, bare cheeks. 

Julie's emotions were conflicted with a dichotomy of embarrassment and pain, yet the comfort of knowing she was cared for and protected, even though it stung a little. 

When Julie was sufficiently warmed up, the two miscreants, both bowing their tear-streaked faces, were provided their underpants to put back on but nothing more. 

Under the duress of Ed's firm hand and over his knee, the two cousins had spilt the beans about everything that had transpired. Between sobs and pleas of mercy, the confessions flowed freely. 

"Daddy please no more! Julie made me put my tongue in her bum!" 

"Unckie Ed, I'm sorry! I caught Patrick playing with himself, then he called me a Dummy!" 

Two grown adults, reduced to squabbling children when it came time to be soundly spanked. The atmosphere was laced with shame and embarrassment. 

Ed firmly spoke, "follow me you two." Which signified their punishment was far from over. They were marched through the house in their skivvies, past the delicate womenfolk and the remaining "child", Claire, who had since recovered from her punishment and was seated in the living room. 

Next came the walk of shame out to the dreaded woodshed. Their heads on a swivel, scanning the horizon for nosey neighbours. 

The numbness of their undie-clad bottoms was just beginning to fade as a latent sting washed in. This meant that whatever was coming next, would hurt even more. 

Julie was up first this time, while Patrick was forced to nervously sit outside in his underpants, forced to listen to what awaited him in the woodshed. 

Julie was bent at the waist and fastened into the apparatus of discipline. Her bra was deliberately removed by her uncle so her "adolescent" little bobbies could dangle in the most humiliating of manner. 

Her panties were fully removed and hung on a hook inside the shed. The shamefully soaked gusset of the delicate cotton, swayed in the breeze that snuck through the partially open door. 

Ed provided her with a few firm smacks, softly explaining the reason she was being punished. Her gentle weeping was interrupted by the jingle of a belt buckle, followed by the snapping of supple leather through pant-loops. 

Patrick trembled from outside, listening to each of the strokes echo from within the woodshed, each snap was immediately followed by a yelp from poor Julie. 

He tried to keep count, but was too haunted by the commotion from within the shed. He knew it would soon be his turn and had lost count around the sixteen mark.  

The same as Julie experienced, Patrick's top and underpants were fully removed, creating a deeper sense of vulnerability as he was padlocked into the wooden stocks. 

Julie was directed to an opposing wall, to smush not only her erect nipples and little boobies against the wall, but also her nose. 

These two will definitely be sleeping on their tummies tonight!

They were both kept exposed and predominately naked, for the slow and gingerly walk back into the quiet sanctity of the home. 

Apart from Ed pointing to the corner and saying, "thirty minutes", nothing more was said. Lorraine was about to begin knitting on the couch, satisfied with what was presented before her. Claire played on the floor, her eyes occasionally leering toward the corner of the room. Ed returned to the "Dad" chair and resumed his newspaper, as an episode of Little House on the Prairie flickered from the TV. 

Order had been restored within the household. A strapped and naughty bare bottom in the corner was commonplace in this era, regardless of who was present to witness the dreadful humiliation. Julie and Patrick's shameful postures were a form of décor, complimenting the retro wallpaper. 

As the thirty minutes ticked to an end, the cousins were dismissed to the second floor with a stern warning from Lorraine. 

"Grounded to your rooms means grounded to your OWN rooms!" 

"Yes Ma'am," they replied in unison, before scurrying up the stairs. 

Julie's pussy was throbbing as intensely as her bare bottom was. She wasted no time in addressing this, as she surveyed the colour of her bum in the mirror. 

She wondered if Patrick was sobbing into his pillow, having been spanked and strapped by another man. 

It seems dear readers, that when you're a spanko...it is a gender-neutral affliction. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

The Farmhouse Series has paused for now. You can continue with a new series about a cuckold husband and his beautiful wife:

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