Busted!

Continued from: Good cop, Bad cop

When Russell and I used to play back in the day, we didn't quite dabble in roleplay. Yes, I was frequently in a schoolgirl uniform but no one was the "Principal", I hadn't cheated on a test, nor was I caught smoking in the girl's room. I was dressed in that manner because it was more vulnerable and humiliating for an adult woman, then I was spanked for real-life reasons, rather than roleplay. 

Russell had my implied or at least my suggested permission, when I first asked him about the hall-pass night with my wife. Could I really punish him for this? He didn't come right out an ask me directly, "Ma'am, are you sure you're ok if I have sex with Summer?" I guess this is what I was a little miffed about, but...I was having a difficult time processing a real punishment, for an idea that I approached him with. 

Nevertheless, he thinks he's going to get punished. He read me a Miss Julie story about how he wants to be punished. I guess we can do a roleplay for this one, since there's cosplay involved anyway. 

Miss Julie's story that he read aloud to me, with his pants and undies around his ankles, was called "Speeder Punished". 

Once I arranged all the logistics for this scene, I briefed Russell on how it was going to begin but shared no further details.

Out behind the farmhouse that I bought, there is a little plot of land that looks like a park. It "should" be private enough to start the scene here, while still feeling exposed and outdoors. The girls were all dressed and ready to go, I was ready as their dispatcher. It was time to press play. 

Russell...you're about to get busted! 

(Is this issued police equipment now?)

*****************

Russell sat nervously on a park bench, under the watchful eyes of Officer Summers and Officer Cassidy, who had just pulled him over for excessively speeding. The diesel exhaust from the nearby tow-truck was offensive to his senses, as he watched his M5, BMW getting loaded onto the flatbed.

"You can seriously be arrested for just speeding?!" He pleaded with the stunning and youthful, brunette policewoman. 

"When you're travelling 106 in a 50, yes you can. It's called dangerous driving." She replied, sounding genuinely pissed off. 

"And how long do you have to take my car for?" Russell whined to them. 

"The impound for stunt driving is 14 days, Mr. Burnett." The shockingly beautiful, blonde policewoman said. 

"Please no! I can't go to jail. I can't lose my car for 14 days, I need that...for work, Ma'am." He began to plead more desperately with Officer Summers. 

"There must be some other way? It was just speeding Ma'am." He mewled to Officer Cassidy. 

Officer Cassidy immediately snarled back at him. "Just speeding!? You were a danger to not only yourself but everyone else on the road! Don't you 'just speeding' me you motherfu..."

"CASSIDY!" 

Officer Summers shouted, snapping her back into her role of professionalism, before she went too far. 

"Keep your cool, Officer", Summers said to her brunette partner. "He looks like the sort who would complain about us, or rat us out...even if we DID give him a break." 

"Please NO! That's not me! Honest!" Russell resumed his whining to the officers, as he suddenly stood from his seated position. "I wouldn't say a thing, if you'd just give me a break." 

"SIR YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN, are you in crisis?!" Officer Cassidy barked at him. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back, NOW!" 

"These are for your safety as well as mine." Cassidy said to him, as the metal handcuffs chattered down upon Russell's wrists. (Summer was covering her mouth to hold in a giggle-fit, watching Cassandra absolutely nail her role). 

Summers turned to Cassidy and smirked. Russell, for the first time, saw a small glimmer of hope as her playfulness started to shine through her rigid uniform. 

"Remember the alternative thing we always talk about doing to speeders, instead of jail and tickets?” Summers asked Cassidy. 

"You think? Him?" Officer Cassidy responded. 

Russell interrupted immediately. "Yes, ME! There's an alternative to jail? And not having my car towed? 

"There is." Officer Summers purred, her tone far more devious and seductive. 

"It's called administrative discipline", Cassidy added. 

"What's administrative discipline?" Russell asked nervously. 

With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Officer Summers sat beside him and very bluntly said, "it's a good, old fashioned, belt whuppin". 

She ran her gloved-hands across the glossy-looking police belt that housed her kit and weaponry. 

"This was my Daddy's old police belt. Heavy-duty leather and well seasoned, unlike that nylon crap the new kids wear." Summer explained. 

Russell gulped in fear but the thought of going to jail and losing his car, quickly swayed his decision. 

"A whuppin'....like a spanking Ma'am?" He meekly asked. 

"That's right, Lead-Foot, on the bare too!" Officer Cassidy interjected. "You're not going to puss-out, half-way through are you. Or tell on us are you?" 

Russell hung his head in shame, contemplating his options. Cassidy could see where his decision making was heading and went to speak to the tow-truck driver, who was none too impressed with losing this tow and the subsequent impound fees. 

"I said TAKE the car off the flatbed greaseball, before I do a commercial inspection on your truck over there," Office Cassidy threatened, her female dominance now oozing from every pore.

As Officer Cassidy was arguing with the tow-truck driver, Officer Summers had removed her utility belt and was beginning to slide all the pouches and equipment off of it, placing them in the trunk of the car. 

She returned to Russell, the supple, antique belt now doubled over and held firmly in her right hand. 

"Well Mr. Burnett, what's it gonna be?" 

"I...I don't want to go to jail Ma'am", he muttered out, his bottom lip beginning to quiver. 

Summer leaned her chin toward her shoulder-mounted radio and simulated a call to dispatch, the role I was playing from home with a corresponding radio.

"Sierra 2-12..."

Sierra 2-12, go ahead

"Could you mark myself and Sierra 4-19 on an admin screen. 30 minutes please." 

Copy, Sierra 2-12, admin, Terrace View Park?

"Stand and strip from the waist down, you can leave your socks on. This is happening right HERE!" Officer Cassidy ordered, having dismissed the tow driver and unlocked Russell's handcuffs. 

"Looks like he was concealing a substantial weapon, Officer." Summers said to Cassidy, as they both giggled. Russell's face burned with embarrassment, as his true feelings about this situation were now revealed to the beautiful policewomen. 

Officer Summers quickly wrangled poor Russell right across her knee, exposed and on the park bench, out in the open. She pinned his erection between her thighs and reached for his support arm, to pin behind his back. 

She spoke about his speeding as she spanked, explaining this was only a mere warm-up, to prepare his buttocks for the belting. 

After about five minutes straight, Officer Summer's hand was beginning to sting. Like any good police partnership, Officer Cassidy was right there to assist. She tagged-in and carried on for another solid five minutes. 

"I think he's ready for the belt, Officer." Cassidy said to Summers. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go to jail Mr. Burnett? You'd like to continue with administrative discipline?" Officer Cassidy confirmed with him. 

"Plea...please continue Ma'am, I'll take the belting." Russell sniveled, as he was gingerly allowed off Officer Cassidy’s' strict lap. 

The two officers re-cuffed his wrists in the front this time, and bent him over the back of the park bench. They told him to reach for and grab the slats of the seat, so he was forced up on his tip-toes. 

Officer Summers accessed her belt and rested the surprising weight of it onto the small of Russell's back. 

"56 lashes Mr. Burnett...for every kilometer you were over the speed limit in MY town!" Officer Cassidy hissed, as she handed down this intimidating sentence. 

Officer Summers made him count every stroke and apologize to her. 

"Fouteen! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Fif-TEEN! Owwwch! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

Around 45, his blubbering obscured the remaining counting. During the last 11 lashes, Officer Cassidy started packing things up and gathering his pants and shoes, which she placed in a large evidence bag. 

His cuffs remained at the front and he was mashed into the back of a car, still naked from the waist down, despite his socks. 

"Wha...where are you taking me now?!" He sniveled to the officers. 

"Home of course," Officer Cassidy chirped. 

"We need to turn you over to the care of your wife." Officer Summers added. 

"But my pants!" He pleaded with them. 

"You were concealing a LARGE weapon in those...your pants are evidence now." Cassidy replied, both girls now laughing at how deeply engaged they were in the scene. 

Now it was my queue. I was about to take centre stage for the rest of this hot-mess. The doorbell rang and I answered.  

"Mrs. Burnett? Does this belong to you?" 

The young brunette officer spoke, as I answered the door and took in the shocking sight before me. (The girls looked super adorable!)  

I looked at their name tags. 

"Officer Summers, Officer Cassidy...cute." I chuckled. 

"And YOU, Mister! Where the hell are your pants?!" I snapped toward Russell who didn't respond, he just lowered his head. 

"Please, come inside officers, it appears we have much to discuss..."

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Jail Bird

 

 

   

 

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Continued from: A Score to Settle

The weekend came to an end and I was pleased to see Russell back in my office, early Monday morning, holding his e-reader. If you remember from the last installment, he was under strict instructions to purchase Miss Julie's new e-book, read it entirely, then report back to me with his "favourtie" story. 

A Collection of F/m spanking stories by Miss Julie

The twist...whatever story he chooses from all of these wonderful tales, I am ACTUALLY going to met-out on his bare backside, in as close to the style and manner captured by Miss Julie's fiction, which was all F/m and awesome!

Russell looked like a naughty little boy, vulnerable and embarrassed, standing before me in his morning-wood, jammie-pants.

"Ma'am..." He whispered to me, his voice trembling.

"Ummm, there's a story about two female police officers." His face blushed as he spoke. 

"Go on..." I replied. 

"May I read it to you please Ma'am?" Russell politely asked me. 

"This story represents the type and theme of punishment that you would like from me?" I asked him, my tone firm. 

"Yes Ma'am." He replied, and began to read the title out loud to me. 

"AH AH! Hold it right there Mister. You remember my instructions from last week! Pants and undies at your ankles while you read to me, young man!" I snipped to him. 

Russell obeyed and relieved himself of his pants and underwear, then humbly stood before me and began to read this spicy chapter of Miss Julie's book. 

I was listening, but I was also staring directly at his flaccid cock, waiting for it to begin erecting. I was using his shamefully exposed dick like a barometer, watching it ebb and flow with arousal as he read.

Sometimes he'd hit a keyword in the story, a trigger for him, especially when hearing it aloud in his own voice. Words like "spanking", "strapping" and "belt" seemed to...ummm, raise his interest, literally. Haha.

I'd throw my two cents in occasionally, just to tease and embarrass him further.

"Ooo, the brunette cop in this story sounds spicy!" I cooed to him. 

"She did what to his backside?" I'd ask, just to make him repeat a trigger line in the story.

"So...two lady-cops huh?" I was picturing the below, but I don't think that's the spirit of what Miss Julie was trying to capture in this steamy story. 

When Russell finally finished reading to me, I leaned back in my chair with a look of deep thought on my face.

"This will take a bit of logistics young man, but I have an idea." I said as the corners of my lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Put your pants back on and remove yourself from my office." I dismissively said, as I became more stern with him. 

He stammered out a "yes Ma'am...th...thank you, Ma'am". 

I was still deeply in thought, working out the intricate planning required for a scene like this. I needed two female cops. Or...two females dressed up like cops. Hehe. I could think of no one better to play out Miss Julie's story than Summer and Cassandra! 

These two pieces-of-work just spent all weekend at FanExpo in Toronto. I think they deliberately tried to make their cosplay as slutty as possible each day they attended this nerd-concert, or whatever goes on there. 

Oh, by-the-way, Cassie abandoned the blonde look and went back to dark. Raven-black hair looks MUCH better on her!  

I think these two will make a good police partnership. Cassie is absolutely wild, she can be "bad-cop". Summer is sweet and darling, maybe the "good-cop"? 

However, when these two get together they feed off one another and suddenly we may end up with two "bad-cops". Or good, depending on your perspective. 

When I told them about the idea, Summer absolutely squealed with excitement. Cassandra responded as she usually does to most things at my Facility. "ya that sounds fuckin' hot Mistress, I'm in."

Handcuffs and phallically-shaped batons. Big, thick leather police belts, all combined with two squealing and excited vixens! Ohhh Russell. Ohhh you're so in for it! 

I'm not going to spoil-alert Miss Julie's works of fiction or this story in particular. I suggest you buy a copy and have a read. Then you'll get a little preview of what poor Russell is in for. 

There was one component missing though. To emulate the story in the style Miss Julie prepared it. Once the sexy police ladies are done with Russell they bring him home to his F-L-R "wife" for a stern...umm..."talking to". 

*Sigh* 

I guess that'll have to be me. *wink*

Let's see, what I'm trying to capture here. Angry, kinda cute, subdivision wife? I think I can pull that off. 

UGG boots, check. 

Costco membership, check. 

Starbucks? Yup. 

Yoga pants, check.

The "I'd like to speak to the Manager" style of bitchy glasses? Check!

Yep...I got this! 

Anyone want to trade places with Russell?? Ohhhh boy, I do not wish I was him right now. I'll be sure to tell and show you, every juicy detail in the next post. 

Just to tide you over however, I'll give you a preview of how Miss Julie's story went. When the day of his session arrived my doorbell rang (as part of our script).

And this is what I see. The young and attractive brunette officer spoke first, "Ma'am, does this belong to you?"

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Busted

"Big-Girl" Room

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

A Sarah Jane story

My first day of "big girl" school! Why was I so nervous?

Mistress Andrea and "Daddy" did a lovely job on my new room. It had a petulant teenager feel to it and rather than having to sleep in a frilly pink, princess bed, I now had a big-girl bed. Hopefully I'll be permitted to do big-girl "things" in it (*giggle*).

I requested of Mistress, that my room still have a lockable cell door. I still wanted to feel like I was at her BDSM Facility against my will. Forced to dress as my owners wish, forced to perform degrading sexual acts and punished when I do not. The consensual non-consent element of my time at the Facility was all part of my fetish and my fantasy.

They happily obliged and each evening I spent at the Facility and other times throughout the day when I was idle, I spent that time locked behind heavy, steel bars. 

Daddy "tucked me in" last night, before locking my cell. Since my recent age-progression promotion, my bedtime attire now allowed for cute satin slips, teddies and babydolls. I knew Daddy was coming down to do our bedtime ritual, so I picked out a cute little cami, I didn't wear any panties and I attached a collar around my neck that had the lettering "DADDY" on it. Super cute right?

As per the rules of our bedtime ritual, over I went. Over Daddy's knee for a loving and caring spanking before bed, followed by a quick dose of Daddy's belt. Daddy enters my room and without saying anything, sits on the edge of my bed. I immediately rush to his right side and drape myself across his lap. We do this every evening that I stay here. 

After I am sufficiently spanked and strapped, part of our ritual, one of my favourtie parts actually, involves Daddy's tongue on and in my little bum hole. He gives me special Daddy kisses on my little pucker while I masturbate for him. I love bedtime with Daddy! 

The next morning after I got myself ready and made-up, I thumbed through my new wardrobe with delight. Yes, the style of my attire was still schoolgirl, which is embarrassing for me to wear as a 40-year-old woman, but these new clothes were more grown-up. 

Knee socks had been replaced with dark tights and over the knee stockings and my patent Mary Janes had been replaced with three and four-inch heels. I felt sexy! I was really fucking aroused. I thought I should deal with myself before school. 

My previous bedroom came with colouring books, diaper cream and Legos to play with. My big-girl room came with toys too! I not only had a Hitachi, but also a great big dildo to play with. All the books provided in my room were BDSM erotica and soft-cover, spanking fiction written by an author named Julie Delmar. I even had a little photo board which shamefully displayed images of me performing various straight and lesbian sex acts. *BLUSH!!

Needless to say, the new room seemed to be encouraging...of self pleasure and arousal. 

Just as I was really getting down to business, using my body like a personal amusement park, Daddy walked into the basement and caught me. 

I think I went white. All of my face-flushing colour I caused from masturbating, drained away instantly. I thought I was in so much shit! I thought I would be sleeping on my tummy for a month.

Daddy told me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees. I obeyed immediately. 

When I heard the unmistakable jingle of his belt buckle, I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. I was fending off butterflies and waiting for that first lash of leather to sear across my bare ass and likely graze my puffy, pussy lips. 

The sharp crack of Daddy's belt never came. I stayed in position with my bare ass in the air. I dared not look back. I just remained in position with my lower back arched.  

The reason I wasn't being belt whipped, was that Daddy's belt was still in his pants...that were now on the floor, along with all of his other clothing.

He came up behind me, grabbed a handful of my hair and plunged his raging cock directly into my pussy. 

Daddy fucked me good and hard on my big-girl bed, right before school that morning! 

Is this what grown-up girls at the Facility get, at this stage?! No longer spanked for being naughty, they get fucked instead?!! Wtf?? 

I think I was starting to like this big-girl concept!

When Daddy pulled out I laid on my back and opened my mouth for him, displaying my eagerness, showing him that I was in-fact a big-girl now. 

He came into my mouth while he fucked my throat and I cleaned my own pussy flavours off his cock. 

Nothing was said about being caught with my Hitachi. Maybe this is what a "punishment" actually means now, for a big-girl. 

We tidied up quickly and I found my extremely short kilt to go with my outfit. Daddy took me by the hand and led me upstairs to find Mistress. I didn't want to be late for my first day of senior school.

Could you imagine?? 

"I'm sorry I'm late Mistress, Daddy caught me masturbating in my room so he fucked me and came into my mouth. That's why I'm running behind."

Could you imagine her face!! Gawd, I'd be in so much trouble!

Mistress is so pretty! Even when she's angry. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Senior School

 

 

 

Annoying Autonomy

Continued from: Run Through by the Tradesmen

I couldn't help but shake my head a little, when I was recently "producing" the last few scenes involving my blogger friend and Goddess, Miss Julie. She said it long ago, when I first tried to describe to her how the Sims works. She suggested it must like herding cats. 

It truly is! It's a labour of love. 

Because the characters in the game can function autonomously, they take every opportunity to do so and will interact with as much as they can, including each other. 

Summer and Mistress Andrea went jogging once, which means their characters disappear from the property and you can’t control them at all. They both come back and I get an alert on the screen that the pair of them are pregnant!! 

I guess there’s a computer-controlled dude out there in the community that Mistress doesn’t have in a chastity cage. Some local swordsman must have banged the pair of them in the bushes or something, whilst out for their jog. 

That being said, I had to wait nine-ish months (in the game’s time), for them to have their babies before I could engage them in “activities” again. 

In the most recent examples, I was trying to get Julie's avatar all set up to kneel and suck a tradesman's cock, while manually masturbating a second man...and suddenly her character was missing. 

She had autonomously gone outside to BBQ and ended up setting the entire thing on fire, along with the patio set. She then runs into the house with her arms flailing in the air hysterically, which was a fun animation to watch. 

The hunky firemen have to show up and rescue our careless Julie and extinguish the fire. Speaking of producing, I'm sure that could be a lovely sex-scene in itself. 

It got me thinking, if you were a hardcore Simmer and played quite a bit, you could actually construct and play-out a domestic discipline relationship within the game. 

Dishes are left out by the avatars, food spoils on the counter and tubs and toilets get dirty, if your wife or husband in the game is a a bit of a slob. 

Uh-oh Jules! That's an awfully dirty sink. You've been home all day too! What have you been doing?? 

Tristan might come back over to fix something and happen to walk-in while Julie is being corrected by the head of the household. How embarrassing! 

I guess it won't hurt if he stays and watches for a bit, as Julie's little feet and legs kick the air. 

Summer just realized she left food out all night, which has now attracted a cloud of fruit flies. She has a little pout going because Mistress Andrea told her to clean it up the day before. The butterflies in her tummy are definitely fluttering at this point, she knows a spanking will be next. 

Julie is into minute 18 of her half-hour cornertime, when she hears the cries and pleas of her roommate Summer, taking a good, hard thrashing. 

It seems these naughty girls need some extra motivation to tidy up around the place. Tristan is a hard working tradesman, he doesn't have the time to clean such things. Julie's character started autonomously cleaning the tub, I'm sure the trip across Mistress Andrea's knee helped. 

Bella was caught masturbating to spanking porn on her tablet, which she careless left open and on the floor for Mistress to find. What a naughty girl! (Sex acts will also occur autonomously if you have the settings adjusted correctly). 

Bella was spanked and sent to the kitchen to clean the sink with tears streaming down her face. 

Sure enough however, as much as you can control and discipline these naughty girls, give it another ten minutes after the cleaning is all done and suddenly Bella and Julie are both missing. *shrug* 

I guess their spankings got the pair of them a little worked up. I found them in Julie's bedroom. Bella was helping herself to Julie's glistening pussy. *shrug* again? WTF.

So if you ever wanted to play-out a domestic discipline arrangement within this game, create your characters and just let them live their lives. You could make a Julie and David, and they would function autonomously, go to work, eat meals and use the washroom. 

Eventually David would leave dishes in the sink. This is where you intervene and tell Julie's character how to address this. Or Julie will forget to pay the bills and Hydro will shut the power off. Then make David's avatar roast her little arse over his knee. 

Yes, Mistress literally had to go out to the mailbox to pay the bills so the power would come back on, otherwise, there would be no light to illuminate these lovely scenes.  

The only work-a-round I have been able to find, to mitigate the wandering autonomy of the girls, is to pen them up. You have to put them into a space with no doors and nothing to interact with. Yes, Julie too!

This way, when it's time for Tristan to empty his balls into Julie's delicate little bum hole, we know exactly where to find her!

Now, rather than Julie wandering off to potentially burn the entire house down, we can instead, enjoy the sight of her boobs flopping about while she gets fucked. 

xoxo

 

Run Through by the Tradesmen (A Miss Julie Story Pt.2)

Continued from: The A/C Definitely Works

So there I was, in my own living room being wet-checked by the same tradesman who just spanked me to tears over his lap. I was enthusiastically aware that BOTH of these tradesmen were about to give me a good run through, which I dramatically but playfully begged them for.

Like a good submissive housewife, no stranger to the strict discipline and sexual whims of her husband, I dropped to my knees and began thumbing my way into Tristan's pants. My other hand, was open and facing the ceiling. I was waiting for the older gentleman to lay his erect cock into my palm like a track and field baton.  

David had been teaching me and conditioning me lately, to use more saliva and use my hands when I suck cock. Now however, I had to summon the coordination to stroke one cock while sucking a completely different one. 

In a short time I got the hang of it and got right into a good rhythm. Too good in fact. I could tell the older fella was about to cum in my mouth! I removed my mouth from his penis and started to move things in a different direction. 

"Please fuck me Sir, you can have my pussy or my ass, I'm sorry I was so carless," I pleaded directly with Tristan who then geared his shirt off to display his 8-pack. 

He finally got involved in the disciple as the primary aggrieved party. I was hauled over to flat surface and Tristan made sure to give my ass a few corrective slaps. 

I looked back and actually saw the two of them rock a high-five, at my expense. 

I started whimpering again, my bum cheeks were so sore. I defeatedly offered up a final plea, for Tristan to take my ass. 

And take he did! Tristan pounded my little arse hole raw!

I was spit-roasted after this, so they could both get in on the action. From this position I eagerly did all the work, flexing my toes on the rug for leverage, so I could rock my body frontwards and backwards on the cocks. I was such a slut!

Once I started moaning like a whore, the older tradesman couldn't handle it and came into my mouth. Around the same time, I could feel Tristan gripping my hips hard and pumping his hot load into my asshole. Jesus, his hands were strong!

I couldn't even remember the horrible shame and humiliation of the spanking anymore, it had been fucked outta me, and I loved it. 

I collapsed down onto the rug and after swallowing the load of cum that was in my mouth, panted out a breathy, "thank you Sirs." 

When they began to quickly dress, I took the opportunity to find my little shorts and top and gear them back on. Vulnerability time was over for this gal today. 

I walked them both out then stopped Tristan and legitimately asked him how much I owed him. He would have none of that, he said he wanted nothing, then called me "Ma'am" again!! What a gentleman!! Who just fucked me in the ass...*twists my face*

No, he was sweet though and just a hunk! I gave him a peck on the cheek and tiptoed back inside. 

When I was sure their truck was gone from the driveway and well down the road I didn't walk, I RAN, up to my bedroom, kicking off my shorts and top along the way. 

I was so fuckin' turned on!! My ass on fire from the spanking, my asshole all nice and squishy from Tristan's cum. 

Gawd!! Did I ever cum! Then again, then a third orgasm, where I pretty much screamed my way through it and bridged my body right off the sheets! 

I definitely need to break some more shit around the house, if it means Tristan will come back!

S.J.S. 

xoxo

Continued in: Annoying Autonomy