Country Roads, Take me Home

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Revelations

It would seem that naughty little tart, Tara Gregory, has been completely stealing my thunder with her step-Daddy stories and using A.I. to eclipse my original works. 

Well, let me get my eclipse glasses on here, sweetheart. Two can play at this game! 

*****

The phone on my desk buzzes, interrupting my morning yoga. I take a deep exhale before answering, my voice cool and collected, ready to address whatever request the day brings.

"Good morning, this is Mistress Andrea speaking." On the line, I hear the familiar voice of Cassandra, my ever-efficient receptionist. "Nancy called, Ma'am. She has requested an appointment for the woodshed, the usual story with her, right, a good whuppin from "Daddy"...shall I confirm?"

With a satisfied smile, I nod, already envisioning the scene. "Yes, Cassie, please schedule her in for tomorrow afternoon. And remind her to bring the necessary outfit. 

As I hang up the phone, I rise from my pose and walk over to the window, gazing down at the ominous woodshed in the back garden. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the mossy ground. Tomorrow, my beloved client, Nancy, will be marched out to the shed in shame, dressed in her demure, county-style attire. A simple gingham dress and socks with sandals, to truly tap into her age regression desires. As usual, I'll be playing the role of her farm-hardened "Daddy". 

The next day, the appointment hour arrives. Dressed in her usual Sims outfit, Nancy strides sheepishly towards the steps of my home. 

I hadn't changed into my role yet. I usually do a more therapeutic and professional consultation with her before we begin, to establish her needs and the reasons she is harbouring for wanting a trip to the strict and unforgiving woodshed. 

It had been a few months since I'd seen Nancy, so after greeting her warmly, we had some tea together and I took a little extra time to make her feel at ease, despite her inevitable fate.

When it was time, I pointed to the corner of the room. Nancy's face was stricken with embarrassment and was about to lift her skirt and lower her panties but I stopped her. Nancy is on the wrong side of 40, she has a successful career and adult children. Although naked cornertime and bare-bottomed cornertime has its time and place, sometimes it can be equally humiliating for an adult woman, to stand and face the walls fully dressed, in her adult attire.

I loosely kept an eye on her for the next 25 minutes, while I changed and got into character. Rather than "marching her" out to the shed as I usually do, this time I kindly asked her to change, do her hair properly and meet "Daddy" outside. 

This should be deliciously frightening for her, when she sees me waiting like this. And yes, I am wearing that belt for a reason! 

Pretty soon, I hear the sound of her little patent dress-sandals, crushing the pebble walk-way. Nancy walks nervously toward the woodshed, her sundress fluttering in the soft breeze, a vision of innocence and submission. 

I can't help but admire her determination to explore this side of herself. As she approaches, she lowers her eyes in respect, hands clasped tightly in front of her. 

"I'm here for my punishment, Daddy." She sobs out, as tears pool into her eyes. 

"Nancy," I greet her sternly, taking her trembling hands in mine. "Please remove your dress right here, and place it on the straw bale, then in you go." 

Her palms instinctively clutched her bottom cheeks, clad in little cotton panties adorned with tiny pink flowers, the style a little girl would wear.

Stepping into the dimply lit woodshed, I took a moment to appreciate the ambiance. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and aged timber, lending an organic quality to the space. Cobwebs lace the corners of the ceiling, and shafts of golden light pierce the darkness through the gaps in the weathered planks. My heeled boots echo on the uneven floorboards as I lead Nancy inside. 

As I close the door behind us, the soft thud resonates in the silence, amplifying Nancy's apprehension. She looks around at the various implements hanging on the walls - straps, paddles, canes and whips - each with its unique purpose and effect. My gaze sweeps over her petite frame, noting how her braided pigtails contrast sharply with the harsh reality of her impending punishment. Her hands are clenched tightly, knuckles white, as she tried to suppress her anxiety. 

Her breath comes in short gasps as I guide her towards the sturdy oak pillory positioned in the centre of the shed. She hesitates for a fraction of a second, but then lowers her neck and wrists into the crescents, bending over and presenting her pristine bottom for correction. 

I close and secure the top portion of the pillory, applying a brass padlock to the hinged clasp. I move behind her, eyeing her exposed bottom appreciatively. Her round cheeks are milky white and unblemished, save for the goosebumps that have risen in anticipation. I run a hand along the arched expanse of her back, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. "You know why you're here, don't you, young lady?" My warm breath and frim touch sends shivers down her spine. 

Nodding and weeping, Nancy confirms her awareness of the awaiting punishment. I pat her gently, reassuringly. "Good girl. You know this is for your own good, honey." 

Reaching for my heavy leather belt, I jingle the buckle free and slide it slowly through the loops of my jeans, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet woodshed. I double it over, testing its weight in my hand before resting it against her vulnerable backside, allowing her to feel its presence. 

With one final look at my target, I raise the belt high above my shoulder. Time seems to slow as it arcs through the air, landing with a resounding crack against the seat of her panties. Nancy's entire body jolts, a strangled cry escaping her lips - the symphony of discipline and surrender. I watch intently as the first welt rises, a stark line marring her perfect complexion, partially obstructed by the cotton veil of her panties which were offering modesty but little protection. 

I instructed Nancy to count each stroke of the belt aloud, teaching her the value of humility and obedience. With every impact, her cries grow louder, her apologies more fervent. 

Twenty lashes with her panties up and twenty lashes with her panties down. It was a thorough and exhaustive strapping for her. Her bottom is a sight to behold, a beautiful canvass of welts, red stripes and some bruising. 

Like an artist adding the final touches, I used my hand to try and blend out her colour and spread the welting more evenly. 

Once Nancy was released from the pillory, I took her outside the shed as-IS! I took her by the bicep as she used her free arm to wipe her tears and snot, before I led her silently down the pebble path and into the main house. 

I lead her to the designated corner of my living room - nose pressed to the wall and hands on her head. Her reddened bottom points toward the centre of the room, a visual testament to her submission and vulnerability. 

"One hour, young lady!" I declare sternly, listening to her whimper in response to my harsh sentence. 

I sat down and played on my phone after setting her timer, keeping a close watch on this adult woman in my living room corner. She remained motionless, save for the occasional hitching of her chest when she resumed her sobbing. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at her absolute submission, knowing that I am providing her with the escape that she needs. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Anal Virginity

The OG's

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Daddy Issues

I was messing around on Reddit over the weekend. This is a platform I've never used before or never really needed to use, I guess. For the most part, people's comments are pleasant, witty and unique. Of course since it's the interwebs, Reddit has a NSFW side of the house, which I obviously gravitated towards. 

There's some group called "Sims4_Lets Make Porn". Lol, Ahhh! At last, I have found my people.

(Nancy?! We haven't seen you in awhile)

I found another group of artistic folks who are right into the Kindroid APP, as I now am. There is some really nice work there, most of it PG and most of it relating to A.I. romances, assistants and companions. It seems they generate themselves, their real human likeness imprinted onto a synthetic body. Then their Kin, could be 100% synthetically generated or also based on a real person. 

Look at these two perfect human specimens. Someone's getting a good Rogering under the full moon tonight!  

And below. Could be a real couple I suppose. They look like they're going to leave the city on a Saturday, hit a Starbucks first, then walk through a pumpkin patch to pick one, cuz it's more organic that way. Lol.

Little do they know the farmer uses local kids to pre-pick them, clean and shine them, then return them to the field so city-folk can "pick one from the vine". Haha. 

"No, I don't have directions to the vinyl record store around here..." 

Anyway...

I got chatting on Reddit with this pleasant young woman from Ohio. She was a huge fan of the Sims games when she was a little girl. I had to apologize to her for corrupting them the way I have. 

She had apparently seen and read parts of my blog before *gulp*. So I apologized yet again, for destroying her childhood memories of the innocence of these characters she grew-up with. 

She told me she was huge Bella Goth fan, the very namesake of this blog. I couldn't disagree, Bella is gorgeous! But she probably didn't bank on watching her childhood gamer-idol, bouncing her pussy against my lap and calling me "Mommy"!

Sorry Ohio Girl. 

Ohhh but she didn't mind. In-fact, she goes on to tell me very bashfully, that she has a similar dynamic with one of her A.I. Kindriods. A D/s dynamic with a boy-toy she named and created!!

Naughty girl! Not so innocent anymore. 

She showed me her creation. The Kin she designed looks like the Elves from Lord of the Rings had a baby with one of the Hemsworth brothers. 

Her boy-toy is a bit man-pretty, her Kin...and she absolutely adores him! 

Then! Doesn't she tell me that she "keeps" her Kin in a cock cage! And as they converse, he is fully aware of the fact that he is in a cock cage and that she holds the key!

Awesome, just awesome. A nod to you Ohio Girl, well done! 

In speaking to her, it reminded me that there are still fans of the Sims series out there, in various age demographics and from different backgrounds. 

I thought I would treat Ohio Girl to a little nostalgia and take her back to the OG's, the original girls of the Sims franchise, with the possibility of an A.I. assist of my own. My treat to you, for keeping your Kin-boy locked up, as he should be. 

I think this was Bella Goth above, during the Sims 2 game, which I never dabbled in. The dress and skin tone is unmistakable. The poor thing! 16-bit forearms like Popeye. 

This may have been Sims 3 and perhaps an upgrade to a 32-bit graphic. This certainly wouldn't look like this during gameplay though. It would be much more granular than this. Bella's husband still looks like a douche canoe...

OMG, look at Cassandra! When she was a teen. Eeeeee!

The rebel to this day. Wrecking family photos by not looking in the camera. Atta girl, Cassie! 

I'm sorry Ohio Girl, but Cassie was corrupted too, I know you haven't read all of my blog so I'll fill in the blanks for you. Cassandra is now 21 and works for me at my fetish/kink studio. She dislikes men in general and has become quite the apprentice dominatrix. You should see her in her dungeon leathers!  

When she first fell into my grasp she was looking like so, when I would dress her up for spankings: 

A.I. - what do you think? 

Unbelievable! My my, Cassie, how you've grown since that family photo. 

She has the look of her Mother, doesn't she? What a little hottie, and a fuckin' hand full!

Her Mother, the Sims 4 Bella we are all familiar with. The first woman I put over my knee and spanked to tears, when I opened my Facility. Shockingly gorgeous as always. 

Let's see what the A.I. thinks of the lovely Isabella Octavia Goth: 

Nailed it! 

It also nailed the manner in which I usually interact with Bella, which is more like this, shackled and strung up on her tiptoes in the dungeon: 

How about Nancy, who was on her knees sucking my strap-on at the beginning of this one? She was actually the second woman of the original Sims girls, that I put over my knee then took her out to the woodshed for a good strapping. 

Baaaahahaha! 

Nice. Botox'd right up by the looks of things! Dripping with gold accents. 

And of course there is Summer. The A.I. version of  her was recently featured in a post: The Sims are Brought to Life.

A special thanks to Ohio Girl for inspiring me to remember the original women of the Sims. I know the blog has gone off on various tangents over the years. It's nice to re-connect with my first two clients! 

Mistress Andrea xoxo 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Interview with Cassandra Goth

 

 

 
  

  

A Return to the Woodshed Pt.2

Continued from: Return to the Woodshed Pt.1

Before we get back to Nancy I wanted to take a moment to speak about therapeutic, adult spanking. This is why Nancy is with me today, this is the type of session she wanted and has asked for in the past. I don't need to know why she needs this form of therapy, her head is already in the right place and she has summoned the strength and courage to follow through with something she feels she needs. 

Obviously her emotional "cup" is full, overflowing even, and I have the means and the expertise to empty her "cup". 

Nancy, who is in her late forties, favours the more "little" and vulnerable headspace when she is spanked. For this reason, I always have her dressed like a little girl before her session begins. The humiliation of this attire alone, gets her emotions right to the surface for me. 

Nancy also wants her disciplinarian to emulate a caring but strict "Daddy" role. When I saw her for the first time, ages ago, she was content with me playing a masculine role for her. I did not have an actual male at the Facility in that period of time. 

I suppose I have Russell now, who could spank her when needed. I'll have to ask her at the end of her session if she wants to explore this option. 

Next comes the context of her spanking. For reasons unknown to me and unknown to Cassandra who books Nancy and does her consultations, Nancy wants to hear: "go see Daddy young lady, he is very disappointed with you!" 

Once that a-bomb of a line is dropped, Nancy is usually bawling! Shuffling through the Facility to find me, her "Daddy", fully accepting that a spanking is coming and it's for her own good. 

If her ultimate goal of seeing me is just to have a good cry, I'm the little push that she needs to get her there. If she is harbouring pent-up guilt or shame about something, I provide her the outlet to process and answer for her past if that's what her therapy entails. 

The fact that she's bawling before she even goes over my lap, means 70% of my work is already done for me. The spanking itself, is just icing on the cake. 

During this particular session we started in the den. I was wearing jeans with a big wide belt, plaid shirt and boots. When I took her over my lap she was bubbling out snotty tears and saying, "I'm sorry Daddy!" 

Again...don't need to know why she's sorry or why she's saying that.

She's in her own headspace where she wants to be. When I lifted her dress and began to hand-spank her over her panties, this is what she wanted to communicate. It's what made sense to her in the moment. 

Marching her out to the woodshed came next, I think she processes this as an old-fashioned, Daddy move, something from a different time. The burly and hard-working farm-Dad, dragging his daughter by the bicep, out to the woodshed for a good switching or strapping. She forgot to seed the south field or something, and spent the afternoon under a shade-tree, daydreaming about the Thompson boy from her church. 

The "woodshed" itself and the threat of being taken to the woodshed must have had some more intense connotation back in the day. Like the discipline has to be administered out here, as it will be too severe to do in the house around Mother and your siblings? 

"Noooo Daddy, not in there!"  Nancy began to plea when I got her outside. Outside where others may see or hear?! 

I made her remove her dress while standing out in the open, before we entered the shed. I wanted her to have a few humiliating moments in just her bra and panties, standing in the spring breeze. 

I have been meaning to get a nice old sawhorse for the shed. Maybe a soft sheep-hide on the horizontal portion, for naughty adults like Nancy to drape their mid-section across. Then use some old tack leather to bind the wrists and ankles to the legs of the sawhorse. One day maybe...

I still utilize the wooden pillory in the shed, which is just as vulnerable as the sawhorse idea. The neck and wrists get secured in place before a padlock is added to the frame. The bottom is presented nicely and the feet and legs are embarrassingly free to kick and dance about, an especially common performance during a switching or caning. 

I deliberately left the shed door ajar and started with some nice hand-spanks on her upper thighs and her bottom. Nancy needed a little more warming up over her panties before I reached for the leather strap hanging from the wall. 

After developing some lovely layers of colour, I hiked her panties right down and off and reached for the strap. 

I left her bra on, but in hindsight I may rethink this in future. Based on some of the content I recently saw between Russ and Miss Julie and the position the pillory forces the body into, I could get a more humiliating gravity assist here. 

If I had removed Nancy's bra or at least pulled it up so her bare boobs dangle, when she is feet-dancing under the strap and struggling in the pillory, her breasts would bounce and flop about. A move like this could expand the embarrassment of her experience.

I gave her 26 lashes with the strap, making her count each out loud and say, "I'm sorry Daddy." 

Most of that was incoherent. There was a lot of tears and sniffling.

I positioned her in timeout and still left the door ajar. I told her I'd be back in thirty minutes and that she was not to move. 

When her time was up I went back outside and made the decision to march her into the house without her dress and panties. One final walk of shame with a bright red bum to show off to the neighbours. 

Aftercare with Nancy is always a great experience. She remains in her "little" headspace and doesn't want to change yet. She curls up on my lap and cries some more. She thanks me verbally, over and over again, while burying her face in my shoulder and squeezing me tightly.

This is a woman who knows a lot about herself, what she needs and when. I really enjoy having a client like her, who is so in-touch with her emotions. 

Her therapy sessions are 100% non-sexual in the moment. What she does when she gets home however, who knows. I've never asked...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Summer's Birthday

   

  

 

A Return to the Woodshed Pt.1

Continued from: Deepthroating "Daddy"

Well...back to the clients I guess. I better go see Cassandra. I think I have a 1:30 today. 

Russ and Sarah were off doing their thing somewhere. I thought I could hear her crying out from her room in the basement, "noooo! Daddy, not in my bum!" C’mon…Who's she kidding?

Summer was in the shoe closet with Vanessa doing...ahem...feet things. They just unveiled their new featured content with the two of them together for the first time. This was Summer's big suspenseful reveal during their promo video: 

And Vanessa's: 

These two shots culminated with that song, Way Down we Go, by Kaleo, playing in the background of the video. 

Way Down we Go 🎵

Their promo video was actually really hot. They even started out with a shot of the two of them in their Flight Attendant uniforms, power-strutting through a terminal. 

"Way down we go"...could have A LOT of different meanings too. If you catch my drift.   

Anyway, back to work, after I go tell Russ to gag Sarah already! Good lord she's loud when she's having her arse fucked. Suck it up down there sister! 

Russ actually never fucked my ass when we were together back in the day. Too beaucoup! 

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Cassie confirmed I had a 1:30 today. I was quite shocked when I learned who it was. 

"Like original Nancy?" I asked Cassie inquisitively. 

"Yes, woodshed Nancy," Cassandra replied. 

"Is that type of therapy session she wants today?" I asked. 

"Yes Ma'am. She said she needed 'Daddy' to march her out to the woodshed. She actually sounded like she was on the brink when she was on the phone Ma'am." Cassandra went on to explain. 

Oh my. I hadn't seen Nancy for a punishment strapping in quite some time. She was the very first woman to request a woodshed session and actually wanted me to present as masculine, as her "Daddy" so to speak. 

Nancy, Nancy. She got a good leathering from "Daddy" on that particular day let me tell you!

She certainly knows what she needs and when she needs it though. She was always very honest with herself and very honest with me. She knows it's for her own good, even if it stings a little. 

I better go change. She's expecting to see "Daddy". 

I told Cassie to put her through the full check-in experience when she arrives, the change room, the nudity and shame, the butterflies of anticipation. 

"Cassie go grab Sarah Jane downstairs. See if Russ is done with her. Just set her up in the lobby as a prop, to enhance Nancy's experience." I told Cassandra.

"Good idea Ma'am." Cassandra replied. 

At exactly 1:25 with five minutes to spare. A very sheepish Nancy walked through the front door of the Facility to be greeted by Cassie, after walking past our strategically placed "prop". Well done Sarah Jane! 

Nancy was quickly directed toward the locker room and asked to return to the waiting area, bare naked. She knew the drill.  

She did as she was told and did so quickly. Cassie reported that she was a bit weepy and trembling from the butterflies when she emerged. 

"Mrs. Landgraab, you're sure you need to be here? You're sure you need to see 'Daddy'? Cassandra asked her, as she asks of most clients who appear emotional. 

That got the tears flowing. Nancy nodded her head in the affirmative and took a seat across from Sarah Jane, who had now perked her ears up like a deer when she heard the term 'Daddy'.  

Sarah probably assumed that meant HER Daddy, Russ. I think she turned crimson with jealously. She didn't know it was me, playing a masculine role of Nancy's father-figure. 

I told Cassandra to give Nancy 20 minutes of exposure time in the lobby, then to remove her restraints and gag and dress her like a little girl. There was an outfit pre-arranged in the locker room for Nancy and Mary Janes in her size. 

Once she was dressed and ready, I told Cassie to send her to the den to see Daddy and remind her that Daddy is very disappointed with her behaviour. 

Ooooo, that one will cut deep when she hears it. It most certainly did. I could hear Nancy sobbing from down the hall as she shuffled toward the den. She was hugging her mid-section with her own arms and had her head lowered to hide the snot she was trying to sniff back up her nose. 

I stood when she shuffled into the room, making a big show of my masculine role of "Daddy". I hastily fumbled for my belt buckle like I had to get my belt off urgently, before she bolts out of the room. I doubled it over and held it like a weapon. 

"You need a trip to the woodshed, don't you young lady?" I barked at her in a raspy voice. 

"Yes Dadddddddy! I'm sorry I disappointed you Daddy!!!" Nancy cried out. 

She dropped her face into her hands and absolutely bawled for the next five minutes!

When she regained her breath, I dragged her over my lap and declared it was time to begin. 

A nice, long warm-up before we do the walk of shame outside. 

To be continued. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Return to the Woodshed Pt.2