Doctor Patel

Continued from: Roommates

Written by Skylar St. Germaine

"Please, Skylar, punish me." 

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before. My hand, poised above her bare bum, clenched into a fist before relaxing again. 

With a swift, decisive motion, I brought my palm down hard against Eesha's upturned ass. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, mingling with Eesha's sharp cry of pain. A red handprint bloomed instantly on her bronze complexion, and I watched, transfixed, as she squirmed against me. 

Again and again, I spanked her, each smack harder than the last, my hand stinging with the force of the impacts. 

With each punishing blow, Eesha's cries morphed into desperate apologies and promises. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I'll do better, I promise. Please, Skylar, I'll be a good girl!" 

Her words fueled my fervor, spurring me to spank harder, faster, until her ass was a canvass of crimson and purple. 

"I won't disappoint you again," she vowed, her tears flowing freely now. "I'll study harder, I swear!" 

When I felt Eesha go limp across my lap, I slowed my assault, my hand gentling to soothing strokes across her bare bum. "Shhh," I whispered. "You've been punished enough for now." 

Eesha collapsed against my legs, her body heaving with exhausted sobs. Slowly, she slipped her arms around my waist in a tight embrace. "Thank you for punishing me, Skylar." I ran my fingers through her disheveled hair and told her everything would be okay. 

Eesha clung to me for a moment longer, before reluctantly releasing her hold. With a soft sniffle, she rose unsteadily to her feet, wincing as she gingerly rubbed her sore bottom. I watched as she shuffled towards her bed, her steps hindered by the panties still pooled around her ankles. She crawled atop the covers, curling into a small ball around a pillow and quietly sobbed herself to sleep. 

For Eesha, this was no game, no sexual fantasy. It was a deep-seated need, a compulsion born of years of strict upbringing and the weight of expectations. And I, her friend and confidante, understood the gravity of my new role. 

In the months that followed, an unspoken ritual emerged between us. Every few weeks, I would return to our dorm room to find Eesha standing in the corner, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs, her bottoms and panties pulled down. 

Wordlessly, I knew this was my queue to help her with whatever she was struggling with. I would guide her by the bicep to her bed, to my bed, or to a nearby chair, and position her directly over my lap. 

As our ritual evolved, so too did my autonomy to punish her more creatively and effectively. On some occasions I would reach for my belt, other times it was Eesha's own hairbrush, the unforgiving wooden surface leaving ashy-white splotches on her bare bum. 

I began to incorporate enforced corner time into our sessions, before and after her spankings. I even insisted that she start stripping fully nude for me, before being sent to the corner or going over my knee. 

"Socks too, Eesha. I want you fully nude," I would command and she covered her face with her hands and cried into her palms. 

These moments of vulnerability, of enforced introspection, seemed to bring Eesha a sense of peace. They allowed her to confront the demons that drove her need for strict punishment, to accept the consequences of her actions. 

Years have passed since I last saw Eesha. Our paths diverged after graduation, she pursuing her dreams in medicine, while I took an internship with NASA. But now...now I'm here, at Mistress Andrea's Facility, providing the exact same service to men and women, that Eesha once needed. 

I often find myself wondering what Eesha would think if she saw me now. Would she recognize the echoes of our shared past, in the way I wield a paddle now? Or would she see me as some sort of deviant, a perversion of the friend she once knew? 

I like to believe that Eesha would approve. After all, it was our time together that first awakened this side of me, that showed me the transformative power of adult spankings and discipline. 

I stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen. It had been years since Eesha and I had spoken, yet the memories of her vulnerability lingered within me. I wondered if she still felt the same need for structure, for discipline, that had once landed her over my knee with her bum bare. Or did she still crave the cathartic release that only a thorough spanking could provide? 

I was between discipline sessions at the Facility, and before I could second-guess myself, I typed out a simple message to Eesha: a single heart emoji, followed by the words 'miss me?' 

I hit send, my pulse quickening as I waited for a response from Eesha, who was listed in my phone as Doctor Patel. Finally. three dots appeared, signaling that Eesha was typing. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the screen, anticipation coiling in my gut. 

And then her reply: 

"More than you know."

My heart leapt at the sight of those four words, a surge of warmth flooding through me. Whatever doubts I may have had about reaching out, vanished in an instant. Eesha still needed me, still craved the unique brand of discipline that only I could provide for her. 

And I was more than ready to deliver!

Goddess Sky

Continued in: Adorable A.I.

Teacher's Pet

Continued from: School Ties

A Sarah Jane story

As Mandy and I stepped into the classroom, the sight that greeted us was one of pure vulnerability. There, seated near the teacher's desk, was my beloved Russell, naked from the waist down and tightly bound to the chair. His chastity cage glinted in the fluorescent light, a stark reminder of his utter helplessness in the face of our feminine allure. 

Beside me, I heard Mandy's sharp intake of breath, followed by a delighted giggle. "Oh, Sarah," she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder, "is that really his...you know?" I chuckled, amused by her naivety and innocence. 

"Indeed it is, my lovely," I confirmed, my voice dripping with a cocky ownership. "That little metal prison is all a girl needs to get whatever she wants. Isn't that right, young man?" 

Russell's face contorted with a mixture of shame and longing, his eyes frantically darting between Mandy and I, and the outfits we were in. "Y-yes, Ma'am," he managed to squeak out, his voice thick with humiliation. Mandy and I started kissing, but curiosity got the better of her and she broke away from my lips. 

Mandy took a tentative step forward and knelt down before him, in a perfect, submissive blowjob pose (what a little temptress she is!). "Can I...can I touch it, Sarah?" she asked, her hand already reaching out towards the gleaming steel. 

I smiled indulgently, nodding my permission. "By all mean, sweetie," I encouraged her. Mandy's little hands brushed against the cool metal bars, eliciting a gasp from deep within Russell's throat. She traced the contours of the device, marveling at its simple design and the way it seemed to pulse beneath her touch. 

"It's so...small," she teased, her lips curling into a vengeful smile. 

I reached down and grabbed the cage firmly, giving it a gentle tug that made Russell gasp out loud. "You see, my sweetie, this isn't just about physical restraint. It's about psychological domination, breaking him down with denial until he is nothing more than a dribbling slave. 

"I think I'm starting to see the appeal, Sarah. I'm so wet right now," she giggled, her hand joining mine to stroke the metal cage.

"Really?" I challenged her, "lemme see," and I pushed her playfully over one of the school desks. With a flourish, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of Mandy's delicate panties, slowly sliding them down her smooth thighs. 

I could see the soaked gusset of them, a testament to her growing arousal. Russell watched, transfixed, as I brought the soiled panties to his face, allowing him a brief moment to inhale the intoxicating scent of Mandy's desire before stuffing the silky material into his eager mouth. 

With the makeshift gag in place, I was sure he would remain relatively silent throughout our little show. I turned my attention back to Mandy, my eyes drinking in the sight of her glistening, bare pussy, now fully exposed to my hungry gaze. 

"Spread your legs for me, sweetie." I commanded softly in a sultry purr. Mandy complied without hesitation, parting her thighs to reveal the swollen, pink flesh of her beautiful pussy. 

After spending some time with my ass in Russell's face and my tongue lashing at Mandy's clit, I gestured for her to lie down on the floor. I positioned myself above her, my knees on either side of her head, my own soaked pussy hovering tantalizingly close to her eager mouth. 

We brought each other to a simultaneous orgasm that echoed through the room, losing ourselves in the symphony of our shared pleasure. I helped Mandy up, guiding her to the nearby desk. With a firm hand on the small of her back, I bent her over the polished wood, lifting her skirt to expose her recently whipped bum. 

I retrieved a strap-on from the teacher's desk and fastened it around my hips, relishing the feeling of power that coursed through me as I prepared to claim Mandy as my own. With a single fluid motion, I plunged deep into her welcoming cunt, her moans of desire mingling with Russell's muffled cries of frustration. 

I grabbed her ponytail as a handle and set a punishing pace, my hips slapping against her sore ass with each powerful thrust. 

As I continued to fuck her relentlessly, I reached beside me to yank the panties from Russell's mouth. His jaw fell open, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he watched me bring the glistening dildo to his lips. 

"Suck it," I ordered, my voice firm with authority. 

The debauched scene played out something like this...

...with multiple trips back and fourth between Mandy's pussy and Russell's mouth, until she shuddered her way into another orgasm. 

With her pussy still contracting and pulsating, I slowly re-entered her and gently treated her to a few more thrusts, while looking back at Russell deviously. 

"Don't worry my pet," I purred to him, my voice laced with dark promise. "Your turn will come soon enough. But for now, be content with the knowledge that you have pleased your Mistress and her friend, and that is reward enough."

Just then, Mandy embraced me in a warm hug, asking bashfully, "Mistress, can we do this again?" 

'Mistress' she chose to call me...huh.

It looks like this Mistress has a new pet!

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Caesar Sunday