Don't make me come up there - A Farmhouse Story

Continued from: Sears Wish Book

"Please don't tell on me Julie, I'm begging you! I won't be able to sit for a week after Dad takes his belt to me!!" Patrick fell to his knees in front of his older cousin Julie, who was now, clearly amused by his vulnerable state. 

As previously detailed, Julie snuck out of the confines of her grounding and crept across the hallway to her young cousin's room, only to find him in the naughty act of self-pleasure. He was wanking his little penis to underwear models in a Sears Wish Book. 

Now, as his erection began to fade, he fell to his knees to beg Julie not to tattle on him. He was begging to do anything she asked of him. 

"You can start by answering some questions for me," Julie snipped. "Have you ever been a client here before? How long are we grounded and what happens after that?" 

Julie was still in a state of fearful panic, fear of the unknown, after witnessing the treatment of her "cousin" Claire at the hands of her role-play parents. She was given quite the belt whipping, then transported upstairs to have her bowels filled with a soapy enema. 

Julie needed some intel from the groveling Patrick! She needed to know if this would also be her fate, as she replayed the image of poor Claire, jackknifed over her Daddy's knee with her legs dangling. 

Julie felt a familiar tingle between her legs, as her tummy flooded with butterflies. 

“We'll be grounded for an hour or two, usually," Patrick stammered out, having been grounded to this bedroom before. 

"That's why I thought I had enough time for...you know...wh...what I was doing." 

"I'm sorry I interrupted you Patrick. Watching Claire get punished made you all hot and bothered too huh?" Julie spoke, with a maternal tone of caring in her voice. 

Patrick lowered his eyes and blushed, nodding his head in the affirmative. 

"So after our grounding, then what happens?" Julie continued her inquisition. 

"Then we get punished," Patrick shrugged as he spoke, sounding rather aloof. 

Julie's mind and heart raced at the thought, immersing herself fully in her environment and her attire. She imagined her youthful teen body with budding tits, being ogled by her male cousin as she is stripped and disciplined by her Auntie or Uncle.

She imagined the opposite, of how her male cousin would feel to have his little penis and testicles on full display to her, amidst a backdrop of tears, begging and the cracks of a hairbrush bouncing off bare buttocks. 

Julie tried to quell her butterflies, and squished her legs together to mitigate the ache in her panties. She turned her attention back to the kneeling Patrick who's penis was now limp and flaccid. 

"What's gonna happen if I tell your 'Mommy' what I caught you doing?" Julie purred, as the corners of her lips began to curl into an evil smile. 

"Please don't! I'll do anything you want! I'd get taken out to the woodshed for sure!" Patrick pleaded, trying his best to avoid a trip to the dreaded woodshed with "Daddy's" belt. 

"Anything huh?" Julie seductively hissed...

"No! Not there. My asshole I said." Julie barked at him, trying to keep her voice to a whisper to avoid detection.

She had convinced poor Patrick to lay on his back while she removed her dress and panties, all while straddling his face. As she went in for a squat and hover, Patrick's tongue instinctively darted out to greet her soaked pussy. Julie, however, had other plans for his tongue. 

"That's it, yes! As deep as you can go!" Julie encouraged, as she felt Patrick's tongue first lick, then penetrate her little pucker. 

In no time flat, with Patrick's tongue up her ass, Julie had fingered herself to a shuddering orgasm.

She offered to return the favour and bullied Patrick onto the bed. 

Free of a chastity cage since his arrival, witnessing and hearing spanking all around him and now this pretty stranger Julie, who just made him eat her ass out while she came, was stroking his cock. 

Patrick started to panic and whispered out as urgently as he could, "stop before I have a chance to finish ok?" 

"Nooo, no! Don't do it that fa...!"

Patrick clawed at the bed and clenched his teeth, trying to remain as quiet as he could, as rope after rope of hot cum splashed off Julie's chin and neck.

"What's wrong? You didn't want to cum?" Julie innocently asked. 

"Not right before a spanking!! Geez!" Patrick panted. 

"Oh gosh...how silly of me. Does that make the spanking feel worse?" Julie flipped her ponytail in a ditzy motion as she spoke, playing into the naïve and inexperienced teenager.

"Yes you dummy!" 

Julie's mischievous and playful expression completely melted from her face. She stood and didn't say a word. She returned her delicate and puffed dress over her little frame and with deliberate movements, headed straight for the door to the room. 

"No, don't do it!" Patrick cried out. "Don't do it!" 

She flung the door open and hung her head out into the hallway. 

"AUNNTIEEEEEEE....!"

"PATRICK JUST CALLED ME A DUMMYYYYYYY....!"

"AND GUESS WHAT ELSE HE WAS DOING?!"

Meanwhile, downstairs, Lorraine heard the commotion and tilted her iron on edge. It steamed and sputtered in the once quiet sanctity of the living room. She gave but a mere glance to Ed, without saying a word, it was an unspoken queue to engage. 

He looked up from his newspaper and bellowed through the ceiling and into the floorboards of the rooms above. 

"DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!!"

To be continued. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Cousins Punished Together

  

 

 

 

 

The Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer and I just bought an old, turn-of-the-century farmhouse on the other side of town. It's not for us, we're not moving. It is another facility where we will soon be offering our clients a very vulnerable and immersive experience. 

A safe place where they can explore their deepest and darkest and transport themselves back to a different time. 

Cute isn't it? 

The curators of this new location are a lovely retired couple named Ed and Lorraine. They will actually be living here and managing this location similar to a Bed and Breakfast for interested clients. 

"But what's the twist Mistress? There's always a twist..."

Indeed there is. For this is no ordinary B&B. 

Clients who come here will stay for the weekend, this is mandatory. There are no electronics permitted on the premises, meaning cell phones and computers. Outside of a client sneaking in a naughty masturbation there is no sexual activity permitted, not between clients and not with Ed or Lorraine.

My silly males, this means no chastity devices either! Yes I really just said that. Lucky you, but of course there is a catch that you'll read about later on.

"So it's just a normal farmhouse retreat, Bed and Breakfast then?" You ask. 

Clients who wish to book this space have two fantasy options to select from and only two.

1. You've been sent to stay with Auntie, Uncle and your cousins, at their farm for the weekend.
2. This is your childhood home, a hobby farm, with your Mommy, Daddy and your siblings. 

Your weekend session will not be solo, ever. There will always be "siblings". Other adult clients of mixed gender will be playing the roles of big sisters, little brothers or cousins, directly immersed in the vulnerability and humiliation of this experience also. 

The rooms are designed to take you back to a different time, where carpet was shag, Daddy read the paper in the "Daddy Chair", and the wallpaper had an odour of sweet pipe tobacco and potpourri. 

The furniture was ugly, the small television only had 12 channels and children had to do things like read books and play outside, pick up a board game or irritate their siblings. 

"You two, go outside and play, it's nice out."

This parental order would not be met with whines or back-talk, because this household, in this period of time, was managed by Daddy's belt and Mommy's hairbrush!

Over in the kitchen, a slightly different but equally antiquated decade. 

Mommy's heels would click across the linoleum floors as she hummed a song and baked banana bread. Supper in this home would involve a 1962 Betty Crocker Cookbook and some manner of casserole that required a tin of cream-of-mushroom soup. 

Lorraine WILL be making you food of this era during your stay and you better finish ALL of your green beans without making a face, crossing your arms or holding your breath at the table. The lifeless, baked pork-chop and triple-mix, frozen veggies? You'll be sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, with a sore bum and tears streaming down your face, finishing your supper from the night before. 

I wouldn't test her!

Lorraine looks sweet and caring and she is! But she also knows what's best for you and has implements of opportunity everywhere to quickly arm herself. 

From the wooden spoons of the kitchen, to the slippers on her hosed-feet in the evenings, there are implements of opportunity everywhere in this home! Even in the laundry room. 

Lorraine, who will play the role of Mommy or Auntie for the clients, loves earlobe marching and always has a bar of soap at the ready for potty-mouthed boys and girls! You'll be experiencing both during your stay!

 

 

  

Ed is no push-over either. If your "younger cousin" brings a note home from school indicating she cheated on a test, "Uncle" Ed will put her right over his knee while you listen from your bedroom. A familiar sound in this home of his firm man-hand meeting bare buttocks. 

In the bedroom where you will be staying, we wanted to capture the feel of your own childhood bedroom. You will be grounded here occasionally, you will be shedding tears into the pillow and you might end up just nervously sitting on the edge of the bed full of butterflies. 

Why...? 

Because Mommy told you to go up there and sit on your bed "and you just wait until your father gets home!" 

That's right my silly male clients! 

If you book this farmhouse experience your discipline will come from "Mommy" OR "Daddy". I know most of you are heterosexual males but this experience has nothing to do with sex. Your naked little penis and balls will be rubbing against Daddy's wool dress pants as you squirm and dance over his knee. 

Your female "cousins" will cover their mouths and giggle when they see Uncle's firm hand reddening your bare backside in the living room.  

"I heard you got it pretty bad?" Your attractive older "sister" will ask you empathetically, as you rub your itchy and sore bottom. 

"Yeah. Daddy took me out to the woodshed after school cuz Kyle and I broke old man Thompson's shop window." 

That's right my beloved guests, this farmhouse has a woodshed and you will absolutely be marched out here for the most serious of correction. 

The younger "children" in the home and the dainty womenfolk don't need to see or hear you getting some sense strapped back into you by Daddy. 

Kyle's Mom brought him over to answer for the broken window too. I'm sure they’re commiserating right now actually! Talking about the best size and style of wooden spoon for both baking and spanking. 

There are eyes everywhere! The interconnected network of Moms and rotary dial phones, all supported by their sleeper-cell of teachers and shop owners in the community. 

This was a time when Mommy would get a call from Timmy's Mom. "You'll never guess what your son taught my son to say!" 

Did Mommy cast blame away from you, try to blame the schoolboard or the teachers or maybe it's Timmy's parents fault? Hell no! YOU were held accountable for your actions!

And your sister probably made your misery even worse! "I heard him swear last week too Mom!"

"He said WHAT?!!"

Then, as you're grounded to your bedroom with the taste of soap in your mouth and a blistered backside, you mischievously grin because your Marsha Brady-looking sister is now being throttled for tattling.

The naughtiest of my female clients and friends of this blog, you know who you are! I haven't forgotten about you.  

Your backsides won't escape a trip to the woodshed either. Once Daddy gives you and your sister an OTK warm-up in the house, you'll be marched out to the dreaded shed where the strap and sawhorse await. 

You know you need this manner of therapeutic discipline and regression! Female clients will be provided with clothing styles like yellow gingham dresses, knee socks and sandals or saddle shoes. Male clients will be age regressed with little shorts, tighty-whiteys, dress shirts and Buster Brown shoes. 

Please don't hesitate to contact Cassandra at the Facility to book this truly immersive experience. The Farmhouse is open for business and Ed and Lorraine are eager to meet you and provide you with a wonderful escape from adulting for awhile. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Paranormal Activity 

To jump right to the next iteration of this storyline: Miss Julie books the taboo Farmhouse