Helping a Friend

Continued from: Raise my Allowance

[F/f] [spanking] [cornertime] [lezdom]

Just look at her...

Standing in the timeout corner, in drop-seat jammies like a little girl, having been recently belt-strapped by a female friend. Isn't she just beyond adorbs!?

This of course, is none other than spanko, blogger royalty, Miss Julie...and she needs my help. 

This particular image was from a series that Julie wrote about her own experiences with a close friend. To this day, there has never been a series of tales that while I am reading them, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my face flush and my panties dampen. 

Two women, going shopping together for not only childish, drop-seat jammies, but a belt, that Julie knows will be later used to spank her. C'mon! Just breathtakingly incredible! Check it out here: 

Belting Tomorrow!

Over the years I have had the pleasure of collaborating with Miss Julie on a few projects. She was the inspiration to begin my blog in the first place and helped me to navigate some of my earliest works. Miss Julie even got her very own Sims character. 

"What do you mean no more Trump at the dinner table, Daddy?!" 

Her iconic OD-green cargos...check! 

This was a tribute storyline we collab'ed on. A concept where her Daddy spanked her on the bare, in front of the entire family at Sunday dinner. 

The spanking she never got

Inspired mostly by a previous post of hers, where she was literally put in the corner like a child, during a family dinner with her parents. Awesome work in that period of time, Jules! I could feel my own stomach twisting with a sympathetic kinship to your experience. 

Julie's Adult Cornertime

I think I mentioned in a recent post of mine, this new Babygirl movie (spoiler alert!!) involves a moment where Nicole Kidman's character is made to stand in the corner and face the wall. If the rest of the movie is garbage, I would watch it JUST for that part. 

Here's Julie's cargos, pooled around her ankles as her hubby, David, tans that pert little arse. "Money, politics, religion, young lady! Not at the dinner table and especially not Trump...who is currently threatening the sovereignty of Canada, Greenland and wants to buy the Gaza strip or something." 

Julie ended up apologizing to her entire family, naked from the waist down, then spent the rest of the dinner with her nose in the corner. All of which, is/was an actual fantasy of hers. Maybe next we'll have to make a Kindroid, A.I. Miss Julie!? Could you imagine?

Spanko, switch, humiliatrix, bi-curious, trad housewife, sometimes a brat. Omg - you tell her A.I. avatar that is who and what she is. The content would be gold!

I don't want this to become a political post. Despite everything that is going on these days it would be very easy to do so, but I'd prefer to escape to BDSM than confront reality. Lol

Maybe bring the buffalo guy and the other hillbillies from the insurrection...

I'll suit-up and grab some hardcore Canadians from the north and from the prairies. We can meet at Lundy's Lane (again), and settle this in a good dust up. 

Anyway, back to the blogger legend. 

Miss Julie and I collaborated a few more times over the span of my blog, which is relatively new, and hers, that holds the title of having over 17 million reads. When she started making e-books, I would pump her tires on my site or drop a little Easter eggs in my writing, to support her works. All available on Amazon and definitely a must-read for any spanko: 

Julie's E-Books

 

Which brings us to the reason behind this post. She's about to publish a new e-book! Exciting.  

Check out her post where she drops the hint that one is in the works: New Book Coming 

The concept is that some tiny, adorable little cheerleader named, Candy, gets "owned", probably spanked and "man" handled by her butchy, jacked, lacrosse-playing roommate. Almost reminds me of the dynamic between Skylar and Eesha, from my blog. 

So I attempted to stage Sky and E in the same dorm-room setting as Miss Julie's initial attempt to see what the A.I. would do. Meh, not bad. 

In any event, I offered to help Miss Julie with a potential cover for her new e-book, obviously not using Skylar and Eesha but a new twosome who capture the feel that Julie wants for this particular dynamic. 

Meet Ray, or Rae...maybe. Short for Raelyn.

Julie's initial feedback: "she's too pretty!" Lmao 

...said no one ever! 

"Ya, my girlfriend is nice and all...I just wish she wasn't so pretty, ya know?" 

Lol. Jules, you're adorable. I completely get what you mean though, and I did what I could to butch-up Rae as much as possible. 

Candy, a little more easy for the A.I. to understand, with her sickening sweetness. 

Now let us try them together in a scene. With lacrosse sticks growing out of people's heads and windows and what not. Sigh*

Candy looks a bit young, something the A.I. often struggles with. "I want an adult woman dressed as a little girl, for humiliation purposes, to spank her, it's called age-regression play." Sometimes the A.I. doesn't get this kink. 

But, as I am sure Miss Julie will explain in her writing, mine too, EVERYone is always of the age of legal consent! 

Getting better! 

It is actually much easier to have the A.I. create images of your avatars, then write to the image. Having an idea or storyline and trying to get the A.I. to cooperate with your content, that becomes frustrating. 

There's more images upon your request, Miss Julie. Maybe one or some of these will work. Or, my dear readers can step up and help too, with their own A.I. prowess. Who wants to make the perfect book cover for our beloved Miss Julie? 

Use my poses above and below, noodle around some ideas and prompts. I challenge you to do better than mine and get back to us please and thanks.  

My email address is on my blog and also available upon request. 

And of course, stay tuned for Miss Julie's new e-book. Coming soon!

Now if you'll excuse me. I have to get back to Sarah Jane and the lines she needs to write on the board. 

"I will not keep asking for a raise in my allowance." 

100 times, young lady and they better be neat! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Feet Lovers

The Librarian

Continued from: Update your Resume

[F/ff] [female supremacy] [sci-fi] [lezdom] [spanking] [Goddess] [athlete] [academic]

As I settled into my office chair, the familiar surroundings of the Facility enveloping me in their comforting embrace, I found myself engrossed in a conversation with Mandy. The phone pressed against my ear, I listened intently as she shared her decision regarding the receptionist position I offered her. I had such high hopes for this development. HAD...*sigh*

While I had hoped to bring her on board as a permanent fixture at the Facility, I understood the constraints of her busy life as an ER nurse and dedicated soccer mom. Her responsibilities outside of our shared passion were numerous and demanding, leaving little room for additional commitments. As Mandy expressed her regret at having to decline the offer, I assured her that I fully supported her decision. 

However, there was a silver lining to this cloud of disappointment. Mandy's desire to remain a regular client and submissive at the Facility, filled me with joy. She even hinted around a Boss/secretary scene between she and I, just to make it up to me. 

Ohhh, I think I can help her with this fantasy. 

As I wrapped up the delicate conversation, I was momentarily distracted by the arrival of Summer, my beloved wife and submissive partner. She entered the office with a grace that belied her state of undress, clad only in a maid apron, stockings and towering heels. The sight of her bare back and exposed bum sent a shiver right to my pussy. 

Summer approached me silently, bearing a steaming cup of coffee as if it were an offering to a goddess. 

With practiced ease, she sank to her knees before me, her lips brushing against the polished leather of my high heels in a gesture of reverence and devotion. 

She's always quite submissive but I could sense something was up. It didn't take long before the confession escaped her lips. 

"A week old email, you say, young lady?" I mused aloud, my voice moderated into a sense of calm authority. 

"Did I not ask you to check our inbox daily, Summer Addison? We have quality service standards at this Facility for a reason, for the sake of our clients." 

Summer's eyes remained downcast, her shoulders trembling slightly as she awaited a punishment she knew was inevitable. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," she quivered from her lips. "It actually wasn't one email Ma'am...it was eighteen of them." 

"I'm sorry, eighteen, you said?!" I hissed from my lips while cupping her chin into my hand. 

"Go and fetch the riding crop from the other room, Summer Addison, and put on your whipping outfit." 

(For caning or cropping punishments of Summer, I make her wear black shapewear that frames her two bum cheeks perfectly and covers areas too high or near her tailbone that I wouldn't want to target. Plus, the constricting garment lifts her bum more fleshy and rounded for me)

Look at those perfect little mounds! Ohhh she's in deep shit.

The act of punishing my lovely wife never failed to stir a complex array of emotions within me - the satisfaction of maintaining order and control which is what she needs and wants, tempered by the tenderness I felt towards her. When Summer returned, prepared as I had asked, she knelt and presented me with the whip. I accepted it with a nod of approval. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice laced with a mixture of sternness and affection. 

I had her stand and face the wall for a little while, to anticipate what was coming, before finally breaking the awkward silence. 

"Alright young lady, bend over the desk please, you know the drill." Summer moved to comply, her body gracefully folding over the polished surface of my desk, her predominately bare bottom presented vulnerably to my gaze.

"Eighteen strokes, I believe, will suffice to remind you of the importance of diligence in your duties," I declared, my voice steady and authoritative." Count them aloud for me, please." With that, I raised the crop, the supple leather whispering through the air as it descended to meet Summer's waiting bum. 

"One. Thank you, Ma'am, may I please have another?" 

I obliged, the crop finding its mark again and again, each stroke painting a new line across her porcelain bottom. 

"Thirteen. Thank you, Ma'am, may I please have another?" 

The final five strokes were delivered with measured precision, her bum cheeks were a canvass of crisscrossed welts, angry and red, standing out starkly against her pale skin. 

"Shhh, it's over now," I soothed, helping her to stand upright as I pulled her in for a hug. 

"You did beautifully, my love," I whispered, drawing her closer to kiss her forehead. "Now, let's see about those emails." 

With Summer now forgiven, I guided her to the chair, watching with a mixture of satisfaction and sympathy as she gingerly lowered herself onto the seat, her welted bottom making contact with the unforgiving surface. 

As she began to sift through the neglected emails, the room fell silent save for the gentle click of the mouse and the occasional rustle of fabric as Summer shifted uncomfortably in her seat. 

Minutes passed, the monotonous task of sorting through correspondence stretching on until suddenly, Summer's posture changed. She sat up straighter, her eyes widening as they scanned the screen. 

"Ma'am," she began, her voice tentative yet tinged with hopeful excitement, "there's an email here from a young woman named Skylar. She says she's a librarian, 28 years old, and she's inquiring about administrative positions at the Facility."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this timely development. 

"Is that her? Make that bigger for me, honey," I guided Summer's hand to the mouse to hover over Skylar's profile picture. 

"Oui, Madame...I guess dis is her..." Summer cheerfully chirped, while holding back a giggle. 

"Does she know what we DO here?!" 

I blurted out in partial laughter, ashamed of myself for being so judgey. 

"A librarian huh?" 

Little Skylar is actually kinda cute, probably naïve, innocent, maybe four or five cats at home? I can't bring myself corrupt this little thing...can I? 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo   

Continued in: Don't Judge a Book by its Cover