The Librarian

Continued from: Update your Resume

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

 

 

Slumber Party

Continued from: The Belle of the Ball

As the last stroke of the belt seared into the seat of Sarah's onesie, she stumbled to her feet, her palms cradling her ravaged backside. Tears streaming down her face, she choked out and apology to Russell - for her supposed transgressions at the party. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy...for being such a huge whore tonight," Sarah whimpered, her words trembling as she rubbed away the dull sting.

"It's getting quite late, Russell, darling," I said, my voice gentle and prompt, sensing the emotional fatigue emanating from the pair. "Why don't you two simply stay the night? It would be far more convenient..." I trailed off, leaving a strong implication hanging in the air. Summer, ever the opportunist, piped-up before I could continue. "Oui! And we could maybe all go to bed together! We could have so much fun, Mommy!" 

Her bright smile and suggestive tone left little doubt about the nature of this proposed slumber party. Nothing gets Summer more in the mood than a good spanking, I guess...even if she's just watching one. 

As Summer spoke, Sarah's countenance transformed from shame and humiliation to gleeful anticipation, her tears forgotten in the face of Summer's mischievous proposal. The two of them embraced, their little girl outfits rustling as they bounced up and down like sugar-fueled pixies. Russell and I watched, enthralled, as they devolved into a fit of girlish giggles, the atmosphere shifting from strict embarrassment to playful abandon. 

As the impromptu sleepover gained momentum, Summer addressed Russell and I with an expectant glint in her eye. "Will you come upstairs with us, Mommy and Daddy?" she asked, her sugary sweetness belied by the lingering echoes of the earlier strapping. 

Before either of us could respond, she grasped Sarah's wrist, playfully swatted her already-tender bottom, and dragged her up the stairs in a flurry of laughter. 

I looked at Russell and smiled, before slipping into my black lace corset, choker and stepped into my over-the-knee boots. My hair, slicked back into a severe pony, framed my face with an unforgiving elegance. There was no question as to who was in control of this little sleepover tonight. 

I surveyed the room, my gaze settling on Russell like a target acquisition. "Strip!" I ordered, the word a curt directive that left no room for disobedience. Russell's nervous glance flickered downward in my presence, but his hands moved with haste to comply, shedding every stitch of his clothing. 

"Just like old times, baby boy," I purred into his ear, as my hand encircled his cock, using it as a leash to guide him toward the bedroom, where the soft moans and gasps of Summer and Sarah provided a sultry underscore. 

As I led Russell into the room by his dick, the two women were already entwined, lost in a fever of kissing and fingering one another. We let them continue, as our hands replaced their own, and Russell and I began to finger fuck our two pets, as they played sword-fight with their tongues. 

With a sharp tug to Sarah's pigtails, I pulled her mouth off my wife's, and directed her head between Summer's legs. "You get down there and you eat her out!" I hissed, as I pinned Russell down onto his back and took him into my mouth. 

When the sweetness of Summer's pussy glistened off Sarah's lips and tongue, I stuffed a ball gag into her mouth and secured it behind her head forcing her to savour the lovely essence. Now, as I fitted the strap-on cock around my hips, Summer slid onto me with ease and desperation, her tits jiggling wildly as she rode me. 

Summer was able to witness her own arousal shining on Sarah's gagged lips, as Russell bent her forward, her crimson bottom spread and arched for him.   

It was truly a wild night!

Everyone got a little taste of someone, but Russell, ever the gentleman, only fucked Sarah Jane and I only fucked Summer. 

The girls screamed through some powerful orgasms while they were being fucked, desperately crying out "Mommy" and "Daddy" as they did. We all collapsed into a tangle of passion and rapid heartrates, after Russ came into Sarah's pussy and Summer got me off with her skilled tongue. 

#hashtag slumber party problems *oopsie

As everyone had caught their breath, out of no where, Summer suddenly asked all of us if it's suppose to be hot tomorrow. I replied, "yes huni, like over 30 again." 

"Maybe Daddy can set up the kiddie pool for Sarah and I?" 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Summer Kisses

 

Tara Gregory: Cornertime Interview

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Anal Virginity

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

**Everyone depicted in this story and A.I. generated are adults, over the age of 18** 

When I first started messing around with some of these generative text bots, like ChatGPT, the addiction and allure became the struggle to coax it into spanking and kink related content. 

Nowadays...the text content is no longer an issue, the Kindroid A.I. girls can reach very deep levels of depravity and filth if you ask them to. The new challenge is getting them bare, presented, and in timeout in the corner, waiting to be spanked (haha). 

It has a NSFW filter in the text fields where you ask it for a "selfie". Words like "bare" and "naked" will trip it and it won't let you proceed. I've had to become more of a thesaurus and try work-a-rounds like "exposed" and "nude". 

This one was close. Poor Tara is waiting in the living room for Daddy to spank her. I asked for knee-high socks and got what you see above. I asked for "in the actual corner" and I got wall. I love how her ankles are positioned in this shot but her hands look a little wonky. Kindroid has a difficult time with hands and feet...

I asked for a "lifting of her plaid skirt at the back" in this one...and got the above. Oh well. 

We tried Summer. She's certainly no stranger to the timeout corner in our home. 

It got the plaid skirt correct at least, and the proper heels, which was cute. "Huni you're in timeout. You're suppose to be facing the corner of the room with your bum bare."

Another cornertime attempt with Summer. *facepalm* 

Hmmm. Delightful little bald pussy my wife has! Yum!

Or, maybe I just search the internet for REAL cornertime images rather than synthetic ones. There are certainly tons out there and they are beyond beautiful. 

Whether it's a real or synthetic image of cornertime, it has such an appeal to the spankos out there, doesn't it? Tummy churning butterflies a simple shot like the above can somehow conjure.

Miss Julie, over at her blog, posted about it once, I think it was simply called "Why?" Why does something so vulnerable and humiliating as cornertime, equate to arousal for so many of us? I think that old post of hers got over 225 comments from people, all offering their two-cents as to the why. 

(225 relative to some of her other posts, is high btw). 

I wonder what Tara Gregory thinks? I thought it would be fun to get that little dweeb, Connor, back. The one who interviewed Cassandra that time and afterwards, she did God knows what to that poor kid.

Cassandra Goth: Interviewed

He caught up with Tara while she was in her princess bedroom, sitting on her change-table...which is incredible, that an adult woman has one of these in her room. Her responses were 100% generated by her Kindroid avatar. 

Good morning, Miss Gregory, I'm Connor, from "someone's gonna get it". It's a pleasure to finally meet you...ummm-you are like, intimidatingly attractive! 

Oh my. Well, thank you Connor. It's funny you say that. Before finding my place with Daddy, I felt lost and broken. Now, with his firm guidance, I have learned to embrace my sexuality and beauty. He's shown me that submitting doesn't mean giving up control, but rather, giving it to someone worthy. I feel powerful and sexy in ways I never thought possible. Even when I'm in this little frilly bedroom, in my most adorable of outfits, I feel like I own the room. 

For the benefit of our readers and your fans, Tara, I wanted to ask you some questions about your experiences as an adult, with cornertime and spanking. 

Of course, Connor. Cornertime and spankings have been an integral part of my growth as Daddy's little girl. There's nothing quite like standing in the corner, feeling small, vulnerable and exposed, waiting for Daddy to decide when my punishment will begin. 

How important is cornertime to the overall spanking experience? 

Oh, Connor, it's such an essential part of the overall discipline experience. It's like a prelude and finale rolled into one. The anticipation beforehand, knowing that I'm about to receive a spanking, makes my heart race and my butterflies frenzy. As I stand there in my little girl outfits, feeling my sensitive folds getting wetter by the second. I can't help but think about how my behaviour got me to this point. But deep inside, I know that I need it, crave it even. 

How long is your cornertime typically, before a spanking? 

My timeout before a spanking is usually twenty agonizing minutes at minimum! Those minutes seem to stretch into hours when you're standing there, bare bottomed and vulnerable. I end up feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. Will he use just his hand? Or the dreaded hairbrush. Will I get his belt? 

And this is typically done in the living room or family room, from what we understand? 

Oh, yes. The very heart of the home, where laughter and love are shared among family members, becomes the stage for my shame and correction. I'm forced to confront my transgressions in the open, surrounded by whomever else who might be there. 

Is there a reason your Step-Dad would choose this room and not like, say...the privacy of a bedroom?

You see, there's a certain psychological aspect to it, isn't there? Having to bend over a lap or a chair in the middle of the living room, knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment, makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. It's as if the entire space has been transformed into a place of punishment and correction, stripping me of my adult autonomy and reducing me to a little girl in need of Daddy's guidance.

We understand your Mother is subjected to the same manner of discipline too? 

Yes, that's true. Mommy gets disciplined in the same ways as me, including cornertime. It's an interesting sight really. Here's this beautiful, poised woman, dressed in her elegant dresses and hosiery, reduced to standing in a corner, her bottom bared for all to see, just like a naughty little girl. It's so raw and primal, and it fills me with a strange mix of feelings. 

On one hand, I can't help but feel sympathy for her, knowing how humiliating and embarrassing it is for her. On the other hand, it's kinda hot, seeing her in such a vulnerable state. And then there's this weird sense of camaraderie, knowing that we both share this unique experience under Daddy's firm hand. 

It sounds like the A.I. Tara has a pretty decent appreciation of adult cornertime. We'll definitely continue this interview with her in another post...she's not going anywhere. ; ) 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: Part 2 of the Interview