What Katie Did

Continued from: Roses are Red, Summer is too

I am in no way, shape or form affiliated to the vintage lingerie brand titled, "What Katie Did". It just so happens to be the name of this post, based on a client of mine named Kate. 

The lingerie however, is one of my favourtite brands. It's 1930's 40's and 50's pinup style, dresses too. The stockings, the seamed ones, the fully fashioned ones, are simply divine. Anytime a client of mine needs to be spanked by "Mommy", the collection from What Katie Did are my go-to styles.

Kate, on the other hand, is a new-ish client of mine. I find her to be quite a fascinating individual, based on the type of service she wants from me. I thought she was worthy of a post, my darling Katie, as I refer to her when she's with me. 

Picture like a Diane Lane...Aged beautifully, elegant, sharp and seriously feminine! Her experience shines brightly, in the odd strand of platinum-silver, that now runs through her hair. She doesn't dye it. She wants her level of maturity on display. This is essentially how I would describe Kate. 

I'm not 100% sure what she does for a living but my instincts tell me that she is some manner of corporate powerhouse. A CEO, a CAO, maybe the Director of a finance or legal department. She absolutely oozes corporate power, but comes to me to be spanked. 

I get it...I understand why she wants and needs this type of escape, given her vanilla role. I'm not sure if it was topping from the bottom originally but she basically told me exactly how she wanted her appointments to go. I obliged her, she tips well!

She only ever books with me over her lunch-hour on a weekday. Like visiting a therapist or dentist, like booking a massage. It's in her calendar, it's once a month and she is always on time. 

Kate graciously brings me an overpriced coffee, which she sets on my desk like an apple for the teacher. She mutes her phone and sets it on my desk also, along with her purse.

She of course greets me with a smile and a "Hello, Ma'am", but beyond that she doesn't say anything else. Kate just walks to the corner and parks herself in timeout. Sometimes I lower her dress-pants to her ankles, sometimes I just let her be. 

30 full minutes. This is what Kate asked of me, to strictly enforce 30 full minutes in timeout. I hear her breathing change around the ten minute mark. Deep inhales and deep exhales, as she stands motionless in her stilettos. 

Her panties always stay on for her spanking. If she's not in a tiny little thong which she usually wears, I will wedgie her panties up her bum crack so my target area is predominately bare. Her pussy and bottom hole have always been covered, upon her request. 

She wears a wedding band...maybe that's why? Maybe her hubby allows these sessions for her provided her modestly is maintained? I think she wears the pants at home though. Her hubby is probably a sissy maid to her. She reeks of female dominance...just not in these particular moments, and that's exactly why she needs these particular moments.  

The level of spanking on a severity scale of 1-10, Kate wants an 11. Bathbrush, the strap, hardwood paddles, canes, hairbrushes. She wants me to take her to "yellow" every time, but will never say "red". She believes it shouldn't be her decision when her spanking ends. 

Remember faint-of-heart people, this is what she has asked for:

Once per month, on her lunch break, without fail, she leaves my office with a bum that looks like the above and sometimes a tear-stained face. 

She is quite the trooper. Sometimes she doesn't even cry, she just silently takes it. 

When I declare "that's enough till next month", she drops to the floor and kisses my footwear while thanking me. Sometimes she's bawling...sometimes she's fully composed. Kate wanted this as part of her ritual for some reason, to lower herself to the floor and kiss my high heels. 

Then, just like her arrival, she walks herself to the corner and parks her nose against the walls. I start the timer again...for another 30 minutes if you can believe it! Her request. 

30 minutes in the corner, 30 minutes of spanking typically and 30 minutes in the corner, once a month! This is how she spends her lunch break. A truly intriguing woman! 

When the timer finishes she dresses. She holds me tightly and says, "thank you", and off she goes. It's somewhat mysterious. Like I want to know what happens after she leaves me or see her back at work, squirming in her seat. Her spankings are so severe that she'd be feeling the effects for a week, and seeing the marking and bruising for two weeks. 

Does her hubby see her bum and become horrified? Aroused? Does Kate get sexually aroused from this? Probably...but likely not in the moment. So mysterious! 

After our embrace she un-mutes her phone, grabs her purse and coffee...and boom, back to corporate power-fem. 

I end with a "see you next month, Katie". But not spoken as a statement. I frame it as a question, always open to her consent to continue or not. 

"See you next month, Katie?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'll be here, thank you Ma'am". 

And I kiss her forehead...

I'm not sure what Katie did, to feel she deserves such treatment each month. 

Maybe it's just the greatest possible escape a corporate adult could ever hope for. 

I admire her nevertheless!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

A Score to Settle

Continued from: Hall Passes

After my night of being absolutely owned and completely subby to Goddess Vanessa, I woke up tangled into her gorgeous, naked body. We had since dropped our roles when we drifted off to sleep last night but I pulled us right back into the lovely D/s dynamic, as I offered to wake her up "properly". 

I addressed her by formal title once again and indulged in some deep oral worship of her pussy and bottom hole. It was my unique way of thanking her for a lovely evening. A Hallmark card would have been pleasant too, but Vanessa cumming onto my tongue seemed fitting. Ha!

I verbally thanked her too, before realizing I didn't bring any clothes with me.

Since I arrived last night in rope bondage and a tiny overcoat only, Vanessa had to give me some clothing to go home in. I think she deliberately picked the skimpiest little top and bottoms she had. 

Vanessa and I grabbed a light breakfast as Summer arrived to pick me up. I felt like a bit of hooker. Dropped off by my "pimp", Summer, only to be picked up by her in the morning! Haha. She's a cute pimp though. 

During the drive home Summer described in explicit detail, how her evening with Russell and Sarah Jane went. I could feel my nails involuntarily clawing into my bare thigh as she spoke. My eyebrow raised on it's own, with a slight pang of jealously. 

We agreed on this hall pass night, everything was consensual, but still! My dominant mercury was rising, as protector of my wife, Dominatrix and den-mother of the Facility. I felt order needed to be restored. 

That afternoon, I was definitely back into my groove. Back into my hosiery and heels, reading glasses but no book. I don't want to call it bitch-face because I'm not bitchy. Let's just call this look, "ebony hairbrush face." 

And who was I glaring at? 

You guessed it. The person who just had their dirty dick in my wife! 

Another professional disciplinarian named Georgia Payne said it best. I love this excerpt from her website. 

Something I relish about domestic discipline play is the "take down". Domestic players at their core are all about the need for correction. They enter the room with many different attitudes but they all deep down want the same thing. They want to be put in their place. They know that until they find themselves being forced to look me in the eye, with their chin held firmly in my hand, they won't be truly satisfied and neither will I. 

It's that moment, after they've been over my knee for an extended blistering on their bare bottom, the moment when I stand them up and that cocky swagger, that they entered the room with, has melted away and I am staring at the bashful little boy or girl where once stood a man or woman. That, for me, is the moment that both players strive for. Because as you stand in the corner, eyes down, ass red, you'll feel complete in ways few other moments could ever offer you. That's what makes domestic players so much fun for me and so rewarding. 

Well put Miss Payne. By the looks of her she knows how to blister a naughty male arse, something I will be seeing to very shortly.  

"The cocky swagger that they entered the room with..."

Kinda like Russell, when I summoned him to my office quite firmly for a "chat" today. A swagger fueled by the machismo of fucking my beautiful wife all night?

"Bu...but Ma'am...I thought this was all pre-arranged, with the hall pass thing? I had Summer's permission, she had yours?" He stammered in panic.

"Well you didn't have MY permission!" I snapped back. 

"Russell, you and I used to be playmates, and Summer is my wife. The least you could have done is check in on me before last night, to ask me if I'm sure it's ok. Is that fair?" I continued my scolding. I was starting to see the bashful little boy in him, rolling his shoulders forward into a hunch and lowering his eyes to the floor. 

"It's starting to turn into a bunny ranch around here, with all my submissives fucking one another. Order must be restored, with a woman's touch." I continued my rant. 

"Yes Ma'am. You're right." His gaze downcast as his words trembled. 

"You are familiar with the popular blog written by Strict Miss Julie, young man?"

Julie's Spanking Blog

"Yes Ma'am. I follow her diligently." Russ replied. 

"Then you should be aware she has a new e-book out?" I asked. 

"Actually, I wasn't aware of that Ma'am." Russell replied. 

"Pick up that tablet in front of you. Go to Amazon and purchase the Kindle version. You'll see that it is a collection of stories based on F/m spanking only...as things should be." I hissed. 

Get your copy here

I watched as Russell obeyed me immediately. Accessing the tablet and making his purchase. 

"Get that little sex doll of yours, Sarah Jane, to buy a copy also. Before she ends up over my knee as well, young man!" I barked at Russell. 

"BDSM is a community. We support each other, especially a local gal!" I continued. 

"Yes Ma'am." He peeped out, acknowledging my firmness with him. 

"Now young man. You are to read each of Julie's stories and select one that best represents the manner you wish to be punished. Is that clear?" I said. 

He looked a bit puzzled, as he stood sheepishly in front of my desk. I carried on before he had a chance to respond. 

"When you have read them all and picked one. You will return to my office and read the chapter to me, with your pants and underwear at your ankles. Do I make myself clear?" 

I thought I'd add this additional shaming. Since he fucked my wife he can stand there and read to me with his penis on display and bottom bare. I giggled at the thought of it...

Basically my plan is to have him read all the stories, then based on his preference for positions, the role of the female in the story or a particular implement used, I will carry out for real, the spanking story he selects.

It should be a humiliating and humbling predicament for him.   

******

"What'cha reading Daddy?" The cute and Secretarial Sarah Jane, asked of Russell. 

"Ummm, do you have Kindle on your phone babygirl? There's an e-book you need to buy. Mistress' orders, ok?"

“Oh…ummm. Yes Daddy.” Sarah replied curiously.

To be continued…

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Good Cop, Bad Cop

 

 

 

   

The Cum Brat

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A Punishment Spanking

Continued from: "Forced" Labour

I walked into the room deliberately slow but commandingly. I wanted my heel-clicks to thunder off the hardwood and echo throughout the room. Russell used to know this sound well, years ago, and when I saw him begin to tremble in the corner, I could tell I still had the same effect on him.

I clicked into the room a few times, again, deliberately. I didn't say a word and left it to his ears and his butterflies to determine what I was tinkering around with behind him. 

I placed a sturdy chair in the centre of the room and laid out some heavy hairbrushes and paddles. When I checked my timer it was counting up to the 32 minute mark. It was time! 

"Well, well young man. It's been quite some time since I've seen you like this."

"Andrea, is this really necessary." Russell tilted his head to the left and spoke. 

"Use my given name again young man, and I'll have your two slutty Secretaries down here to watch you sobbing over my knee!" 

"I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Rest assured young man, you will be sobbing very soon, now turn around and come here." 

To ensure I kept this punishment as real and meaningful as possible, I wanted him bare naked for this. Not a single stich of modestly left. 

"Take off your shirt and socks Russell." 

"Yes Ma'am." He complied. 

"I don't imagine you would have forgotten that I am right-handed. Come around to my right side." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Oh! I heard a crack in his voice there. Stripped of all his clothing with me fully dressed, thirty minutes in the corner and now he caught a glimpse of the tissues and lotion, along with the hairbrushes I had laid out on the table. Things just got very real for him. Perfect time for a good scolding. I remembered to use the dreaded 'D' word too!

“Russell, I understand you have Sarah Jane to train and condition as a slutty Secretary. But you need to understand that I am also running a business here." 

"I trusted you to manage not only yourself, but also Bella and Sarah, to achieve the objectives of my various portfolios and revenue streams."

"I think you took advantage of me. I'm disappointed in you, young man."

There goes the bottom lip! I watched Russell's eyes gloss over with tears and waited a moment for my words to sink in before patting my lap. 

He lowered his head in shame and mumbled out a, "I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Over you go. We're going to ensure this doesn't happen again."

His vantage-point, similar to the image below, leaves no ambiguity about the reality of his situation. The reality that he is a grown man currently on the verge of tears, naked and draped over a women's lap, about to be given a spanking. 

The view in undeniably feminine and beautiful, but intimidating at the same time. 

I started off in this classic OTK, straight-backed chair position using only my hand, as I begin most all of my spankings, regardless of who the recipient is. It is too important to skip this part. 

I did a little scolding throughout the spanking, to reinforce my disappointment in him, as I changed up our positions and began to layer him with the wooden implements. 

His tears and apologizing returned when I began a very sound paddling of his sit-spots. 

The true sobbing didn't begin until I swapped out the wooden paddle for my ebony hairbrush, a truly dreadful implement. 

By the time I was finished I could see the sweat glistening on his back as he collapsed to his knees and sobbed into the cushions of the couch. 

I returned to the spanking chair with the bottle of soothing lotion. With gentle and maternal care, I patted my lap to invite him back into an OTK and vulnerable position. He crawled over and laid his head in my lap. I heard a genuine apology through is sniffles. 

I gently massaged some cool lotion onto his burning bottom, all while he was jackknifed over my knee. When he had calmed down I led him to the corner and helped him into a kneeling position. 

"Thirty minutes young man, hands glued to your sides." I instructed. 

He bowed his head in defeat, not looking forward to the embarrassment and boredom of such a lengthy timeout. 

Nevertheless, he sniffed out a reluctant, "yes Ma'am." 

I was satisfied with the consequences for his actions. I'm sure that colour will occupy his sit-spots for a week!

He'll be too embarrassed about the state of his bum to undress in-front of his two Secretaries. I guess I solved the spending all day fucking your Secretaries problem. Even if it's only for a week. 

However, I suppose it won’t stop him from making them fuck each other while he gingerly sits to watch them. 

Oh well. I tried. *shrug* 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pretty Please

 

Sears Wish Book

Continued from: Miss Julie books the taboo farmhouse

Julie, now dressed like a retro little girl from the 60s,  made her way down the creaky stairs and toward the sound of her "Uncle's" leather belt, being applied to bare flesh. Her "Auntie" Lorraine invited both she and her role-play "cousin" Patrick, to witness Claire's punishment strapping.

Claire had apparently attempted to fiend illness to get out of going to school. Her dishonestly was being harshly addressed by her "Daddy's" belt, all while her "brother" Patrick and visiting "cousin" Julie, knelt and watched on in horror. 

The scene was unfolding similar to this: 

Poor Claire's princess parts and little pucker were aimed directly at Julie and Patrick. Her floral-printed panties that once offered some modesty, were nowhere in sight, long kicked-off by her dangling legs.

Julie's butterflies raged with intensity and despite the dreadful scene she was witnessing, she couldn't help but feel her own princess parts, tingle to life. This was an adult woman, likely a wife and mother who booked the farmhouse experience for her own reasons. She dangled over his knee in such a vulnerable manner Julie thought, all while dressed like a little girl and crying out "Nooooo Daddy!" 

In that moment, as Julie began to squish her thighs together and feel her heartrate increase, she longed to take Claire's place and dreaded the thought of taking Claire's place. 

The poor girl ended up burring her nose back into the corner, on her knees as her sobbing echoed off the wallpaper around her. The scene looked like this, as Lorraine approached, now wielding a hairbrush. 

Patrick and Julie wanted to cry out "mercy," mercy on her behalf! "Not the wooden hairbrush, she's been punished enough," they hoped. 

Lorraine spoke in a no nonsense manner:

"Would you like to head up to the bathroom for your enema young lady, or would you like to go over my stocking tops for a dose of the hairbrush?"

Through her sniffles and snot, Claire managed to crackle out a, "bathroom please Mommy." She was then released from the corner and physically ran out of the room and up the stairs with her palms covering her rosy red bum. 

"And you two!"

"Oh Shit!" Julie gulped. 

The vicious hairbrush being wielded by Lorraine was now being aimed at her and Patrick in the most threatening of manner. 

"You two better get up to your rooms and wait there, you're grounded!"

"What, for what??" Julie thought to herself.

"Julie, I received a call from Becky's mother. It seems we need to have a little chat about your attitude of late." 

"And Patrick, did Daddy read the note you brought home from school because I certainly did and you're in deep trouble Buster Brown!" 

There it was! The butterfly-inducing injects that had been built into their sessions, based on their preferences for discipline questionnaire. 

Julie and Patrick both responded without hesitation and in succession, before scurrying up the stairs to their childish bedrooms. 

"Yes Auntie." 

"Yes Mommy..." 

They passed poor Claire waiting in the bathroom. Obviously this wasn't her first rodeo at this farmhouse or her first retention of an enema. She anxiously waited for her "Mommy" with her bare bottom hole facing the open doorway and her red bum still glowing with heat. 

Julie thought to herself in that moment, that she'd likely accept the enema into her bowels too, if it meant avoiding a hairbrush spanking. 

She wondered if Lorraine would make Claire hold it in for awhile until cramping begins? Or maybe Auntie would only let her release a little ounce or two at a time? What was inevitable however, what Julie continued to ponder, was that Claire's sore bottom would be forced to sit on that hard toilet seat for an extended period of time, adding to the longevity of her overall punishment.  

These thoughts passed quickly, as Julie began to reflect introspectively on her 16-year old self, her attitude in that period of time and the fact that she was now grounded to her bedroom to await God knows what next!

Would it be Unckie's belt, that she just had the arousing horror of witnessing? Or maybe it would be Auntie's slipper or carpet beater, right in front of her cousins too!?

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Julie had an idea to sneak across the hall to Patrick's room. She wanted to ask him if he had ever done this farmhouse experience before, what the hell does being grounded mean and what would happen to them next. 

Julie could hear Claire crying from the bathroom and begging Lorraine for permission to release her soapy enema, all amidst loud, explosive sounds of gaseous water, echoing in the porcelain bowl and splashing into the water.

Julie's mind was reeling from all of the stimulus and vulnerability of this experience, she was beginning to panic. She tiptoed across the hall, hoping to not be caught out in the open while supposedly grounded to her room. She didn't want to knock as Auntie or Uncle might hear. She cracked the door quietly and crept into her cousin's room to ask him what happens next. 

She let out an audible gasp at the sight before her. Patrick had his shorts and tightie-whities completely off, his five digits wrapped around his erect dick, and a Sears Wish Book propped up on the bed.

Julie remained in the room as Patrick scurried to hide his erection with a nearby pillow. Regardless of how evident the scene was, Julie took the opportunity to whisper as loud as she could. 

"What were you DOING?!" 

As if it wasn't obvious. Tissues, wastebasket and you might be curious about the Sears Wish Book? 

Julie could see the opened page on the bed now. 

Remember dear readers, this space is set in a different era of nostalgia. There are no phones and no computers allowed, so the clients are immersed into a decade where these things hadn't been invented yet. 

What has been deliberately placed in the farmhouse though, especially enticing to my silly male clients, is a trusty old Sears Wish Book. A common and reoccurring treasure of this period of history.  

Flip to around the middle of these ancient tomes and you'll find six, maybe seven pages of great big satin panties in white and beige, girdles and a selection of dainty hosiery and bras. If you're lucky enough maybe one of them would be in black lingerie this year, revealing a more dominant "Mommy" aesthetic. 

My naughty male clients, now free of their chastity cages but denied their modern masturbation fuel, have nothing left to turn to, literally, but to turn the pages of a trusty women's "delicates" section of a Sears Wish Book. Haha!

Aren't I cruel? Staging something so sinister. They're probably used to wanking it while watching 4K high-def, ass-to-mouth, dungeon lezdom porn right? Let's see how they manage with only an image of a giant pair of beige panties!

*sinister laugh*  

In the client's welcome package, masturbation is not necessarily prohibited at the farmhouse, just don't get caught with your silly dick in your hand boys, or double-clicking your mouse, girls! This place has a woodshed to be marched out to remember? The consequences could be severe if your "Auntie" or your "Daddy" were to find out you were masturbating. 

Julie, now in the driver's seat, stood before her groveling cousin as his obnoxious erection began to shrivel. Whatever would she do? 

Tattle on him? Tease him? 

Try to use this information to save her own keister from whatever she had coming? Hmm...

Perhaps Julie may answer herself...which could dictate the direction of the next iteration of this experience. 

Would she tell her Uncle, to fuel her burning desire to watch a heterosexual man get spanked over the knee by another man? 

We shall see.

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

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