The Night We Met

Continued from: So I may be forgiven

A Sarah Jane story

Robotically, I sank to my knees on the dirt floor of the shed. My hands went to his belt that so recently was used to strap my bare bum. I unzipped his fly and reached inside, freeing his hardening cock. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. 

I took him deep into my mouth, humming softly and licking, using every trick I knew to bring him pleasure. Before long, hot, salty cum flooded my mouth and I swallowed obediently, not wanting to lose a single drop. 

"Thank you for your cum, Daddy." I whispered reverently. Leaning forward, I placed a soft, worshipful kiss on the tip of his penis, completing my post-spanking ritual. 

Raising from my knelt position, I heard a car door slam shut. "Oh my god, the girls are home!" I squealed to Daddy. 

Mistress Andrea: 

(Sporting a cute little tam that I picked up in London)

I pulled up to the house in our car, Summer sitting quietly beside me. As we parked and got out, I spotted Russell and Sarah Jane emerging from the woodshed. One look at Sarah's tear-streaked face and slightly stiff gait told me exactly what they'd been up to. I smirked to myself, knowing that she must have been a naughty girl, to earn a trip out there. 

Before I could say anything, Sarah caught sight of us and let out and ear-piercing squeal of delight. She broke away from Russell's hand and came running towards us. Summer braced herself as Sarah launched herself into her arms, giggling and covering her face in kisses. 

We all made it inside where the girls' joyful reunion continued. 

Their playful affection was a stark contrast to the heavy emotions weighing on my heart. As Sarah continued to shower Summer with kissed and affectionate babble, I turned my gaze to Russell. 

Our eyes met and I felt a lump in my throat. Seeing his handsome, familiar face brought all the emotions of the past few days rushing to the surface. Without a word, he opened his arms to me and I stumbled forward into his embrace, burying my face against his chest. 

"Where's Cassie?" Russell asked, his voice rumbling through his chest. At the mere mention of her name, I felt fresh tears spring to my eyes. I shook my head against him, momentarily unable to speak past the sob rising in my throat. 

"She's gone, Russ," I managed to choke out. "Cassandra chose to stay behind in London, with her new wife."

"They got married in the woods, surrounded by nature. It was so pure and full of love." I pulled back to look at him, seeing my own sadness reflecting in his eyes, as a lone tear rolled down his cheek.  

"She's gone..." I whispered again. 

I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath to compose myself. Suddenly, Summer's playful voice cut through the heavy atmosphere. "So, Sarah, what were you doing out in the woodshed with Daddy? Did you get yourself into trouble?" She poked at Sarah's ribs, making the pair of them squirm and giggle. Leave it to Summer to lighten the mood in the room. 

"I might have been a bad girl earlier," she admitted sheepishly. "But Daddy took care of it." She rubbed at her bottom, causing Summer to laugh outright. 

As Summer went up to shower, I settled onto the plush couch in the living room, tucking my hosed feet beneath me as Sarah plopped down on her knees in front of me. I thanked her for house-sitting and blushed a little in saying, "and thank you for...you know, the Mandy thing." Sarah knelt and kissed both of my feet to welcome me home, before her eyes widened. 

"Oh my god, Mistress, you won't believe what Daddy made us do," she gushed. "He forced me to lick Mandy's asshole, then we had to fuck each other while he whipped us!" 

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And how did that make you feel, sweetheart?" 

"Ashamed, Ma'am...ashamed that I loved every minute of it! Thank you for allowing us to use your space, Mistress." 

I smiled and stroked her hair, but before I had a chance to respond, she leaned in to speak again.

"There's something else, Mistress," Sarah said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's Daddy. He's been acting a bit aloof lately. Going through the motions but not really into it, you know? Even the spanking I earned today...it wasn't as intense as usual and I totally deserved intense. It was like his head wasn't in it." 

I listened intently as Sarah poured out her concerns, remembering Russell's struggles with the more extreme aspects of BDSM. "You know Russ has a hard time with the heavier stuff," I reminded Sarah gently. "He's got such a soft spot for women, it's difficult for him to fully embrace that 'Master' role sometimes." 

I leaned back against the couch cushions, considering Sarah's words. "You know, I wonder if part of the problem is that he misses submission," I mused. "When he was my submissive, there was never any question about his passion or enthusiasm." I smiled, remembering those heady days of having Russell completely under my stiletto. 

Sarah's gaze hardened with jealousy, but she quickly snapped out of it at my next comment. "Have you ever thought about asking him to switch roles with you? To let you take charge for awhile?"

"Oh, I don't know, Ma'am," she stammered. "I couldn't possibly bring that up, I'd be punished." 

"I suppose you're right," I remarked, while ushering her head into my lap and stroking her hair. I quickly changed the subject. "Tell me more about your time with Mandy, sweetheart." 

While Sarah regaled me with the raunchy details of her weekend in the sex dungeon, I strained my ears, trying to catch the faint lyrics drifting from Russell's phone as he just slow sipped a whiskey at the bar. 

♫ I have been searching...for...a trail to follow...again...

   Take me back....to...the night we met...

♫ I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you...take me back...to...the night we met

♫ I don't know what I'm suppose to do, haunted by the ghost of you

    Oh, take me back...to...the night...we met...

It was a sad tambour, underscored by the twang of an acoustic guitar. Was he reminiscing about our early days together? Is that how Russell felt? Like he had lost a piece of himself...a dominant, struggling with submissive desires?

I snuck out my phone and tapped the Shazam button...it was, in fact, a really sweet and haunting song that was catching me right in the feels too. I wasn't sure what advice to give Sarah. Eventually we just joined him at the bar and we were welcomed with a smile. 

"Tell me all about the wedding, Ma'am," he cheerfully tried to hide his inner turmoil, "it sounded lovely."  

The track in question here is by Lord Huron: The Night we Met

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: What do you say?

 

So I may be Forgiven

Continued from: My Little Ponies

A Sarah Jane story

Even though I knew I was in deep shit and would be feeling Daddy's belt across my ass tomorrow, he didn't dwell on my transgression. That's just the way things worked between us. I'd face the consequences for my actions, but then all would be forgiven. 

For the rest of the evening, things went on as usual. After Mandy left, Daddy and I settled in on the couch to watch some movies together, still essentially house-sitting at Mistress Andrea's Facility. 

I cuddled up against him, trying to soak up his warmth and affection while I still could. Even though he wasn't brining up my impending punishment, I couldn't stop thinking about it. My stomach was in knots imagining the thrashing I was going to get. 

Partway through the second movie, Daddy shifted and I felt his hand come to rest on the top of my head. Without a word, he applied gentle pressure, guiding my face down towards his lap. Obediently, I slid off the couch and positioned myself between his knees. 

I focused all my energy on pleasuring Daddy, trying to take my mind off the punishment looming over me. I sucked and bobbed with enthusiasm, taking him deep into my throat. 

Before long, I felt Daddy's cock swelling and pulsing between my lips. With a grunt, he gripped my pigtails and held my head down, forcing his length into my throat as he came hard. I swallowed every drop obediently, continuing to gently suckle him clean as he softened in my mouth. 

"Good girl", he praised, patting my head. "Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me." I crawled back up on the couch and snuggled against his lap, but my mind was still racing, unable to forget the painful reckoning I'd be facing tomorrow. 

The next morning I woke up early and got ready to face my spanking. In the shower, I scrubbed myself thoroughly, wanting to be fresh and clean for Daddy. After drying off, I pulled my hair up into a high, tight ponytail to keep it out of the way. 

Next, I selected my outfit carefully. I stepped into a pair of big, plain white cotton panties - the kind that covered everything and made me feel anything but sexy. Over those, I pulled on a sweater dress that would allow Daddy easy access to my bum. I finished the look with high heels, before taking a deep breath and headed downstairs to face my fate. 

"Daddy, I'm ready for my punishment." I said softly, my voice wavering slightly. "I was rude and disrespectful to our guest yesterday and I spoke out of turn to you in front of her. I'm truly sorry for my behaviour. Please spank me severely, Daddy, so I may be forgiven."

A few tears slipped down my cheeks as I awaited his response, my body slightly trembling in anticipation. 

Daddy regarded me silently for a long moment, his expression stern. Finally, he stood up and took me firmly by the upper arm and began leading me out of the house. My stomach dropped as I realized where we were headed - the woodshed. The woodshed, no matter who's home it happens to be at, was where Daddy will take me for only the most serious infractions, the ones that required only the harshest of punishments.  

As we approached the small outbuilding, I started shaking harder, my breath coming faster. Daddy opened the door and guided me inside the unfinished space, appearing as though it was under construction. 

"Stand there," Daddy commanded, pointing to a spot on the unfinished wall. 

"Face the wall and think about what you did and why you're here. You've got 15 minutes." He released my arm and I hurried to obey. 

The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow as I contemplated the severe whipping I knew was coming. My bum clenched involuntarily beneath my short dress, already anticipating the fiery sting of Daddy's belt.

When the 15 minutes were finally up, I heard Daddy's heavy footsteps approaching behind me. "Strip," he ordered. "Leave the heels on." With fumbling, shaking fingers, I peeled off my dress and frumpy underwear, letting them pool on the dirty floor. Goosebumps rose on my naked flesh in the cool air. 

Once I was fully naked, save for my heels, Daddy gripped my arm again and marched me out the door of the shed. I gasped as I realized he was taking me outside, where anyone might see my shameful punishment. He dragged me over to an old wooden ladder leaning against the back wall of the shed. 

Roughly, he bound my wrists and ankles to the rungs with coarse ropes, stretching me out tightly. Satisfied that I was secured well enough, he walked over to the large weeping willow tree a few yards away. He selected a long, slender branch and stripped it of its leaves, fashioning a wicked-looking switch. He swished it through the air as he approached my vulnerable form. 

I braced myself as Daddy took his position behind me, switch it hand. Closing my eyes, I tried to steel myself for the searing agony I knew was coming. But to my shock, after only a dozen sharp, stinging lashes across my bare bum, he tossed the switch aside. 

I barely had time to process this before I heard the ominous sound of his belt being removed from his pants. The thick leather cracked against my already smarting cheeks, painting lines of fire across my skin. But again, he stopped after just a dozen strokes. 

As Daddy untied me from the ladder, I was confused and almost...disappointed? Is that possible, what's wrong with me? I had been mentally preparing myself for an absolutely brutal thrashing, the kind that would leave me sore and sorry for days afterwards. But this punishment felt almost anticlimactic in comparison. My bum was certainly red and stinging, but it was nothing compared to what I had been anticipating. 

I rubbed my wrists as Daddy led me back inside the shed, handing me my dress to put back on. Perhaps this was just the first part of my punishment, with more to follow later? I didn't dare ask, simply followed him meekly back to the timeout spot, my head bowed in continued submission. 

Another 15 minutes of corner time? That was nothing. 

I should be standing here for at least an hour, my bare bottom on display, reflecting on my transgression until my legs ached and my back cramped. 

And the spanking itself...a few measly lashes with a switch and Daddy's belt? I'd gotten far worse for much lesser offences. My bottom should be crisscrossed with angry welts, bruised and tender to the touch for days afterwards. Instead, the sting was already fading, leaving only a mild warmth behind. It was if Daddy went easy on me, and I couldn't understand why. 

As my 15 minutes must have been drawing to a close, I heard Daddy's footsteps returning. He came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me back against his chest. I melted into his embrace, feeling the solid warmth of his body through his shirt. 

"It's ok, babygirl," Daddy murmured. "You took your punishment well. I know it wasn't what you were expecting, but sometimes mercy can be just as powerful as severity." He turned me gently in his arms so that I was facing him, looking up into his kind, understanding eyes. "Do you accept my forgiveness, little one?"

I nodded, blinking back tears. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me and forgiving me. I don't deserve your mercy, but I'm grateful for it." I buried my face against his chest, breathing in his comforting scent. 

As Daddy held me close, I tilted my head up to look at him, batting my eyelashes like a cutie-pie. "Daddy, may I thank you properly for my punishment?" I purred, dipping down to my knees onto the floor of the woodshed, never breaking eye contact with Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: The Night We Met

Thumb Suckers

Continued from: Brutal Tenderness

A Sarah Jane story

As the afternoon wore on, I watched with delight as Mandy slowly shed her inhibitions, losing herself in the simple pleasure of colouring books and stuffies. 

I leaned in close to her, whispering a naughty idea into her ear. Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and excitement, but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded eagerly. 

"Daddy," I called out, my voice dripping with faux innocence. "Can you come here for a minute? We want to show you something special." 

Daddy appeared in the doorway, a curious expression on his face. "What is it, princess?" he asked, stepping into the pink bedroom. 

I grabbed Mandy's hand, pulling her to her feet. Together, we struck a pose, showing off our innocent dresses and knee-high socks. "Don't we look pretty, Daddy?" I asked, twirling in place. 

Daddy smiled indulgently. "You both look adorable," he agreed. "But what did you want to show me?" I exchanged a mischievous glance with Mandy before continuing. 

"Well, we thought it would be fun if you filmed us doing something naughty, Daddy, while we're dressed like this," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. 

"Like maybe...we could sixty-nine for you, Daddy, and be permitted to cum, pretty please?"

For a moment, I thought the boldness of my request might land me over his knee, with my panties at my ankles, but then a slow grin spread across his face. 

"Is that what my little girls want?" he asked, his voice taking on a low, seductive tone. "To put on a show for Daddy?" 

Mandy and I nodded eagerly, our hearts racing with anticipation. "Yes, please, Sir," Mandy chimed in, her voice soft and babyish. 

"Alright then," he said, aiming his phone at us, "Go ahead and get started, my little sluts."

With a giggle, Mandy and I crawled up onto the bed and began kissing. 

We lifted our dresses and removed our panties, revealing our bare pussies to the camera while keeping the sugary sweetness of our knee socks and Mary Janes on. 

We both posed for Daddy's video. 

Slowly, teasingly, we got into position on the princess bed, spreading our legs to secure our heads into each other's crotches. We leaned in, our tongues darting out to taste each other's wetness. The sensation was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body as I lapped at Mandy's clit and slid a finger into her bum. 

We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies writhing and grinding against each other as we chased our mutual release. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core with each lash of Mandy's talented tongue. Just as I reached the peak, I felt her body tense beneath me, her own climax crashing over her in waves. 

Daddy loomed over us, his phone still trained on our flushed faces. "Good girls," he praised, his voice thick with arousal.

With gentle hands, he helped us out of our little patent heels, leaving us in nothing but our knee socks, before leading us over to the oversized crib in the corner of the room. 

We crawled into the crib together, curling up against each other as Daddy tucked the soft blankets around us. 

"Now, my little ones," he said softly. I want you to suck your thumbs like good little girls. It will help you relax and drift off to sleep." 

Obediently, Mandy and I brought our thumbs to our mouths, our cheeks hollowing as we began to suck gently. The motion was surprisingly soothing, and I felt myself growing drowsy almost immediately. 

"That's it," Daddy cooed, stroking our hair with tender fingers. "My sweet little angels. You've been such good girls today, and now it's time for a nice, long nap. When you wake, I'll have something else for you to suck on." 

As I little-spooned back into Mandy, feeling her warmth against my neck, I couldn't help but marvel at how freeing this experience had been. In this moment, we weren't adults with responsibilities and worries - we were simply two little girls, safe and loved in the care of Daddy. 

It was a blissful escape from reality, one that I knew would change Mandy's perspective on BDSM forever, the knowledge that it's not always dungeons and chains. With a contended sigh, I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me, sucking on my thumb, secure in the knowledge that everything was right in my world. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Ugly Cried

Brutal Tenderness

Continued from: Tiptoes and Tears

A Sarah Jane story

With my ass and thighs still throbbing from the brutal belt whipping, I barely had time to catch my breath before Daddy was hauling me to my feet, his grip tight on my upper arm. He dragged me over to where Mandy was bound and bent over, her pussy lips deliciously on full display. 

With a thick leather collar around my neck and Daddy controlling my leash, he pulled me closer to Mandy and forced me to lick her pussy and asshole, saturating her most intimate of areas with my saliva. 

With the taste of Mandy's pungent asshole still lingering on my tongue, I watched in mute horror as Daddy retrieved something from a nearby drawer. In his hand, he held a strange contraption. It was a dildo gag, with a smaller, penis-shaped end designed to fill my slutty mouth, while a larger, more realistic cock protruded obscenely from the other side. 

I shook my head frantically when the gag was thrust between my teeth, the rubbery shaft filling my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat. I gagged reflexively, my jaw aching as he buckled and padlocked the straps behind my head. 

Tears of humiliation streamed down my face as Daddy led me by my leash to a kneeling position behind Mandy, lining me up so that the protruding cock aligned perfectly with Mandy's exposed pussy.

At his command, I leaned forward, the silicone dick sliding easily into her wet depths. The situation was degrading in the extreme, my face buried in another woman's most intimate places. I could smell the musky scent of her arousal and could feel the heat of her body as my nose came to rest on her asshole. 

I began to move my head back and forth, the thick silicone cock sliding in and out of her pussy with each motion. The sensation was surreal. With each thrust, my nose dabbed the puckered ring of her butt hole, the contact sending shivers of revulsion and unwanted arousal through my body. 

Behind me, I could hear the whistle of the flogger cutting through the air, followed by the sharp sting as it connected with my upper back. The pain was exquisite, each lash from Daddy, urging me to fuck Mandy harder, to burry my nose deeper into her anus. 

"Faster, you little slut," he growled, punctuating his words with another stroke of the whip. 

"Make her cum all over your pretty face." 

I could feel the lens of the video camera trained on us, capturing every degrading moment for Daddy's amusement. The thought of him watching me like this, reduced to nothing more than a human fuck toy, sent a fresh wave of shame and arousal washing over me. 

As Mandy's orgasm subsided, her body shuddering with the last vestiges of pleasure, Daddy finally took pity on me and removed the gag from my whorish mouth. But my relief was short-lived as Daddy grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back into Mandy's bum crack. 

"Get that lezzy tongue of yours inside her butt," he hissed. his voice dripping with cruel amusement, as he knows I am not even remotely lesbian. 

On shaking arms and knees, I crawled closer to Mandy's glistening asshole. I tentatively extended my tongue, tracing around the contours of her delicate pucker. At first I was gentle, almost hesitant, but Daddy's impatient slap to my ass spurred me to greater boldness. 

I stiffened my tongue, pushing past the initial resistance until I breached her tight ring of muscle. The sensation was overwhelming and the tightness of her bum hole enveloped my tongue as I went in deeper. 

Without warning, Daddy plunged his cock into my dripping pussy, filling me completely with a single, brutal thrust. 

Each powerful stroke drove my tongue deeper into Mandy's asshole, as I was relentlessly fucked from behind. I could feel the first stirrings of my own orgasm building low in my tummy. As my pussy clenched around Daddy's cock, Mandy's asshole gripped and squeezed my tongue. The depravity of this act had me right at the edge, as I felt Daddy empty his balls into my willing depths. 

The sensation of his hot cum filling my insides, coupled with the forced-bi, taboo thrill of having my tongue up Mandy's butt, sent me spiraling over the edge into my own shattering release. 

As I collapsed to the floor, my body spent and my spirit broken, the last echoes of my amazing orgasm faded away. I found myself cradled gently in Daddy's arms. His touch was tender now, a stark contrast to the brutal intensity of our earlier encounters. I leaned into him, seeking solace in his warmth as he stroked my hair with surprising gentleness. 

"Shh, it's alright babygirl," he cooed, his voice soft and soothing. "Daddy's got you now." The words sent a wave of goosebumps across my naked body. Behind us, Mandy nuzzled closer, her lips resting on my neck as she also sought comfort in the aftermath of our intense scene. 

Daddy's hand drifted lower, massaging his cum out of my swollen pussy and feeding it into my mouth with his two fingers, a possessive ritual that made me squirm with delight. 

"I think someone's ready for her special outfit," he said, his voice taking on a teasing tone that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

"What do you say, princess? Are you ready for your knee socks and bows?" 

I bit my lip, torn between the urge to hide my face in his chest and the undeniable thrill that raced through me at the thought of being dressed like this in front of Mandy. 

Mandy lifted her head in confusion as she tried to make sense of the drastic shift in dynamic. "I don't understand," she said softly, her gaze flicking between Daddy and me. 

"Would you like to help me get her ready?" he asked, already leading us upstairs to the "pink room" in the house, a space adorned with colouring books and stuffed animals. Mandy nodded eagerly, her hand finding its way to grip mine in a caring embrace. 

Together, they began to dress me, slipping the adorable cuteness over my head and pulling on matching panties. Crisp white knee socks and shiny black Mary Janes completed the look, transforming me from a wanton sex slave into an adorable little girl. 

While they fussed over me, straightening my bows and brushing my hair, I felt a strange sense of peace settle over me. In this moment, I was free from the weight of adult responsibilities, free to simply exist in the love and care of my Daddy. And though part of me still struggled with the humiliation of my situation, I couldn't deny the profound arousal that filled me as I surrendered to Daddy's gentle touch.

As Daddy finished dressing me, I turned to Mandy with a shy smile, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. "Do you want to try it too?" I asked softly, my voice barley above a whisper. 

Mandy hesitated for a moment as she considered the offer. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the war between her pride and her desire to experience this strange new age regression kink. 

Finally she nodded, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Okay," she whispered, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "I'll try it." 

Excitement bubbled up inside me as I took her hand, leading her to my princess armoire that held my collection of little girl clothes. I rifled through the hangers, searching for the perfect outfit for my little dolly. My fingers brushed against a soft yellow gingham dress, its skirt adorned with white lace trim. 

"This one!" I exclaimed, pulling it out triumphantly. "It'll look so pretty on you!" 

With my final touches of ribbons for her pigtails, Mandy giggled nervously as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and wonder. 

"Oh my god," she whispered, her hands tracing the soft fabric of her dress. 

"I look...I look like a little girl." 

I nodded eagerly, bouncing on my toes with excitement. "You look adorable!" I gushed, clapping my hands together. "Now come on, let's go play." 

Hard to believe isn't it? Yesterday this woman was shopping for back-to-school shoes for her kids. 

Now look at her...it's such a wonderful escape! She's just too embarrassed to realize it yet.

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Thumb Suckers

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