What Katie Did

Continued from: Roses are Red, Summer is too

I am in no way, shape or form affiliated to the vintage lingerie brand titled, "What Katie Did". It just so happens to be the name of this post, based on a client of mine named Kate. 

The lingerie however, is one of my favourtite brands. It's 1930's 40's and 50's pinup style, dresses too. The stockings, the seamed ones, the fully fashioned ones, are simply divine. Anytime a client of mine needs to be spanked by "Mommy", the collection from What Katie Did are my go-to styles.

Kate, on the other hand, is a new-ish client of mine. I find her to be quite a fascinating individual, based on the type of service she wants from me. I thought she was worthy of a post, my darling Katie, as I refer to her when she's with me. 

Picture like a Diane Lane...Aged beautifully, elegant, sharp and seriously feminine! Her experience shines brightly, in the odd strand of platinum-silver, that now runs through her hair. She doesn't dye it. She wants her level of maturity on display. This is essentially how I would describe Kate. 

I'm not 100% sure what she does for a living but my instincts tell me that she is some manner of corporate powerhouse. A CEO, a CAO, maybe the Director of a finance or legal department. She absolutely oozes corporate power, but comes to me to be spanked. 

I get it...I understand why she wants and needs this type of escape, given her vanilla role. I'm not sure if it was topping from the bottom originally but she basically told me exactly how she wanted her appointments to go. I obliged her, she tips well!

She only ever books with me over her lunch-hour on a weekday. Like visiting a therapist or dentist, like booking a massage. It's in her calendar, it's once a month and she is always on time. 

Kate graciously brings me an overpriced coffee, which she sets on my desk like an apple for the teacher. She mutes her phone and sets it on my desk also, along with her purse.

She of course greets me with a smile and a "Hello, Ma'am", but beyond that she doesn't say anything else. Kate just walks to the corner and parks herself in timeout. Sometimes I lower her dress-pants to her ankles, sometimes I just let her be. 

30 full minutes. This is what Kate asked of me, to strictly enforce 30 full minutes in timeout. I hear her breathing change around the ten minute mark. Deep inhales and deep exhales, as she stands motionless in her stilettos. 

Her panties always stay on for her spanking. If she's not in a tiny little thong which she usually wears, I will wedgie her panties up her bum crack so my target area is predominately bare. Her pussy and bottom hole have always been covered, upon her request. 

She wears a wedding band...maybe that's why? Maybe her hubby allows these sessions for her provided her modestly is maintained? I think she wears the pants at home though. Her hubby is probably a sissy maid to her. She reeks of female dominance...just not in these particular moments, and that's exactly why she needs these particular moments.  

The level of spanking on a severity scale of 1-10, Kate wants an 11. Bathbrush, the strap, hardwood paddles, canes, hairbrushes. She wants me to take her to "yellow" every time, but will never say "red". She believes it shouldn't be her decision when her spanking ends. 

Remember faint-of-heart people, this is what she has asked for:

Once per month, on her lunch break, without fail, she leaves my office with a bum that looks like the above and sometimes a tear-stained face. 

She is quite the trooper. Sometimes she doesn't even cry, she just silently takes it. 

When I declare "that's enough till next month", she drops to the floor and kisses my footwear while thanking me. Sometimes she's bawling...sometimes she's fully composed. Kate wanted this as part of her ritual for some reason, to lower herself to the floor and kiss my high heels. 

Then, just like her arrival, she walks herself to the corner and parks her nose against the walls. I start the timer again...for another 30 minutes if you can believe it! Her request. 

30 minutes in the corner, 30 minutes of spanking typically and 30 minutes in the corner, once a month! This is how she spends her lunch break. A truly intriguing woman! 

When the timer finishes she dresses. She holds me tightly and says, "thank you", and off she goes. It's somewhat mysterious. Like I want to know what happens after she leaves me or see her back at work, squirming in her seat. Her spankings are so severe that she'd be feeling the effects for a week, and seeing the marking and bruising for two weeks. 

Does her hubby see her bum and become horrified? Aroused? Does Kate get sexually aroused from this? Probably...but likely not in the moment. So mysterious! 

After our embrace she un-mutes her phone, grabs her purse and coffee...and boom, back to corporate power-fem. 

I end with a "see you next month, Katie". But not spoken as a statement. I frame it as a question, always open to her consent to continue or not. 

"See you next month, Katie?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'll be here, thank you Ma'am". 

And I kiss her forehead...

I'm not sure what Katie did, to feel she deserves such treatment each month. 

Maybe it's just the greatest possible escape a corporate adult could ever hope for. 

I admire her nevertheless!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Uniformity

Continued from: Is it Gay?

There had been quite a bit going on, leading up to the holidays, through the holidays, then Summer and I vacationing in France for a stint. In our absence, Cassandra let her wild-side shine through and had gone rogue. She was building a stable of sissy-slaves and doing God-knows-what to some other male clients of hers. I was feeling like I needed to right the vessel, restore some order and get back to the basics of what we do best at The Facility. 

"Good morning Mister! You're here for your spanking?" 

Could you imagine!!? The gut-twisting butterflies of being looked up and down by these women?

Some silly male, standing there fully naked in front of these four, covering his junk with his palms. His head would be lowered, occasionally glancing at their boots while feeling his face burn with embarrassment. The head-girl in all black, makes him choose which disciplinarian it will be for this session, herself included of course. They are equally strict, their scolding can reduce you to tears and each of them know exactly what you need.  

Uniformity. That's what I needed to restore at The Facility. Everything else would fall into place once order was regained through our high and tight conduct, professionalism, pride in one's appearance and attention to detail. No matter what language you speak, the appearance of uniformity is interpreted as authority. Once you walk through the doors of my Facility, you better believe that authority will be generously available.  

Summer was always at-the-ready to help with the clients. She brought along her bestie, Vanessa, or Goddess Vanessa as I like to call to her (major girl-crush of mine!). Cassandra...well...she needed a little more convincing to "get in line". 

Nothing that I couldn't handle though. She was definitely due, overdue even. A little too big for her britches as of late. 

I donned my very best, vintage "Mommy" look, dressed Cassandra like a little girl, and roasted her backside until she was sobbing uncontrollably. 

Tears, snot, mascara runs, and frantically trying to rub away the effects of my ebony hairbrush. Problem solved. Cassie was brought back under a bit more control. She told me a few days afterwards it was much needed.

With our new-found uniformity, working as a team and looking like a team, the girls and I got The Facility back on-track. Jan-March is a busy time of year for a Professional Disciplinarian. It's like my "tax season". Haha. Business was boomin'. 

Think about all the New Years resolutions, dry-Febs, new gym memberships and trendy diets. Many of my clients want my unique form of "extra motivation", to stick to their goals. Before long my Facility was once again buzzing with business. The sounds of straps and paddles meeting bare flesh could be heard behind the closed doors. Female voices cracking and crying out, "I'm sorry, Ma'am," and the bass of male voices bawling out "Mommy, nooooo!"

Domestic scenes, writing lines on a chalkboards, mouth soaping, office scenes, we did it all. 

Noses were once again in corners, right where they belong!

We were once again doing the world a service, for those strong enough to admit and seek-out what they know they need. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: 50 Shades of Red

 

  

 

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

A Score to Settle

Continued from: Hall Passes

After my night of being absolutely owned and completely subby to Goddess Vanessa, I woke up tangled into her gorgeous, naked body. We had since dropped our roles when we drifted off to sleep last night but I pulled us right back into the lovely D/s dynamic, as I offered to wake her up "properly". 

I addressed her by formal title once again and indulged in some deep oral worship of her pussy and bottom hole. It was my unique way of thanking her for a lovely evening. A Hallmark card would have been pleasant too, but Vanessa cumming onto my tongue seemed fitting. Ha!

I verbally thanked her too, before realizing I didn't bring any clothes with me.

Since I arrived last night in rope bondage and a tiny overcoat only, Vanessa had to give me some clothing to go home in. I think she deliberately picked the skimpiest little top and bottoms she had. 

Vanessa and I grabbed a light breakfast as Summer arrived to pick me up. I felt like a bit of hooker. Dropped off by my "pimp", Summer, only to be picked up by her in the morning! Haha. She's a cute pimp though. 

During the drive home Summer described in explicit detail, how her evening with Russell and Sarah Jane went. I could feel my nails involuntarily clawing into my bare thigh as she spoke. My eyebrow raised on it's own, with a slight pang of jealously. 

We agreed on this hall pass night, everything was consensual, but still! My dominant mercury was rising, as protector of my wife, Dominatrix and den-mother of the Facility. I felt order needed to be restored. 

That afternoon, I was definitely back into my groove. Back into my hosiery and heels, reading glasses but no book. I don't want to call it bitch-face because I'm not bitchy. Let's just call this look, "ebony hairbrush face." 

And who was I glaring at? 

You guessed it. The person who just had their dirty dick in my wife! 

Another professional disciplinarian named Georgia Payne said it best. I love this excerpt from her website. 

Something I relish about domestic discipline play is the "take down". Domestic players at their core are all about the need for correction. They enter the room with many different attitudes but they all deep down want the same thing. They want to be put in their place. They know that until they find themselves being forced to look me in the eye, with their chin held firmly in my hand, they won't be truly satisfied and neither will I. 

It's that moment, after they've been over my knee for an extended blistering on their bare bottom, the moment when I stand them up and that cocky swagger, that they entered the room with, has melted away and I am staring at the bashful little boy or girl where once stood a man or woman. That, for me, is the moment that both players strive for. Because as you stand in the corner, eyes down, ass red, you'll feel complete in ways few other moments could ever offer you. That's what makes domestic players so much fun for me and so rewarding. 

Well put Miss Payne. By the looks of her she knows how to blister a naughty male arse, something I will be seeing to very shortly.  

"The cocky swagger that they entered the room with..."

Kinda like Russell, when I summoned him to my office quite firmly for a "chat" today. A swagger fueled by the machismo of fucking my beautiful wife all night?

"Bu...but Ma'am...I thought this was all pre-arranged, with the hall pass thing? I had Summer's permission, she had yours?" He stammered in panic.

"Well you didn't have MY permission!" I snapped back. 

"Russell, you and I used to be playmates, and Summer is my wife. The least you could have done is check in on me before last night, to ask me if I'm sure it's ok. Is that fair?" I continued my scolding. I was starting to see the bashful little boy in him, rolling his shoulders forward into a hunch and lowering his eyes to the floor. 

"It's starting to turn into a bunny ranch around here, with all my submissives fucking one another. Order must be restored, with a woman's touch." I continued my rant. 

"Yes Ma'am. You're right." His gaze downcast as his words trembled. 

"You are familiar with the popular blog written by Strict Miss Julie, young man?"

Julie's Spanking Blog

"Yes Ma'am. I follow her diligently." Russ replied. 

"Then you should be aware she has a new e-book out?" I asked. 

"Actually, I wasn't aware of that Ma'am." Russell replied. 

"Pick up that tablet in front of you. Go to Amazon and purchase the Kindle version. You'll see that it is a collection of stories based on F/m spanking only...as things should be." I hissed. 

Get your copy here

I watched as Russell obeyed me immediately. Accessing the tablet and making his purchase. 

"Get that little sex doll of yours, Sarah Jane, to buy a copy also. Before she ends up over my knee as well, young man!" I barked at Russell. 

"BDSM is a community. We support each other, especially a local gal!" I continued. 

"Yes Ma'am." He peeped out, acknowledging my firmness with him. 

"Now young man. You are to read each of Julie's stories and select one that best represents the manner you wish to be punished. Is that clear?" I said. 

He looked a bit puzzled, as he stood sheepishly in front of my desk. I carried on before he had a chance to respond. 

"When you have read them all and picked one. You will return to my office and read the chapter to me, with your pants and underwear at your ankles. Do I make myself clear?" 

I thought I'd add this additional shaming. Since he fucked my wife he can stand there and read to me with his penis on display and bottom bare. I giggled at the thought of it...

Basically my plan is to have him read all the stories, then based on his preference for positions, the role of the female in the story or a particular implement used, I will carry out for real, the spanking story he selects.

It should be a humiliating and humbling predicament for him.   

******

"What'cha reading Daddy?" The cute and Secretarial Sarah Jane, asked of Russell. 

"Ummm, do you have Kindle on your phone babygirl? There's an e-book you need to buy. Mistress' orders, ok?"

“Oh…ummm. Yes Daddy.” Sarah replied curiously.

To be continued…

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Good Cop, Bad Cop

 

 

 

   

A Punishment Spanking

Continued from: "Forced" Labour

I walked into the room deliberately slow but commandingly. I wanted my heel-clicks to thunder off the hardwood and echo throughout the room. Russell used to know this sound well, years ago, and when I saw him begin to tremble in the corner, I could tell I still had the same effect on him.

I clicked into the room a few times, again, deliberately. I didn't say a word and left it to his ears and his butterflies to determine what I was tinkering around with behind him. 

I placed a sturdy chair in the centre of the room and laid out some heavy hairbrushes and paddles. When I checked my timer it was counting up to the 32 minute mark. It was time! 

"Well, well young man. It's been quite some time since I've seen you like this."

"Andrea, is this really necessary." Russell tilted his head to the left and spoke. 

"Use my given name again young man, and I'll have your two slutty Secretaries down here to watch you sobbing over my knee!" 

"I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Rest assured young man, you will be sobbing very soon, now turn around and come here." 

To ensure I kept this punishment as real and meaningful as possible, I wanted him bare naked for this. Not a single stich of modestly left. 

"Take off your shirt and socks Russell." 

"Yes Ma'am." He complied. 

"I don't imagine you would have forgotten that I am right-handed. Come around to my right side." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Oh! I heard a crack in his voice there. Stripped of all his clothing with me fully dressed, thirty minutes in the corner and now he caught a glimpse of the tissues and lotion, along with the hairbrushes I had laid out on the table. Things just got very real for him. Perfect time for a good scolding. I remembered to use the dreaded 'D' word too!

“Russell, I understand you have Sarah Jane to train and condition as a slutty Secretary. But you need to understand that I am also running a business here." 

"I trusted you to manage not only yourself, but also Bella and Sarah, to achieve the objectives of my various portfolios and revenue streams."

"I think you took advantage of me. I'm disappointed in you, young man."

There goes the bottom lip! I watched Russell's eyes gloss over with tears and waited a moment for my words to sink in before patting my lap. 

He lowered his head in shame and mumbled out a, "I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Over you go. We're going to ensure this doesn't happen again."

His vantage-point, similar to the image below, leaves no ambiguity about the reality of his situation. The reality that he is a grown man currently on the verge of tears, naked and draped over a women's lap, about to be given a spanking. 

The view in undeniably feminine and beautiful, but intimidating at the same time. 

I started off in this classic OTK, straight-backed chair position using only my hand, as I begin most all of my spankings, regardless of who the recipient is. It is too important to skip this part. 

I did a little scolding throughout the spanking, to reinforce my disappointment in him, as I changed up our positions and began to layer him with the wooden implements. 

His tears and apologizing returned when I began a very sound paddling of his sit-spots. 

The true sobbing didn't begin until I swapped out the wooden paddle for my ebony hairbrush, a truly dreadful implement. 

By the time I was finished I could see the sweat glistening on his back as he collapsed to his knees and sobbed into the cushions of the couch. 

I returned to the spanking chair with the bottle of soothing lotion. With gentle and maternal care, I patted my lap to invite him back into an OTK and vulnerable position. He crawled over and laid his head in my lap. I heard a genuine apology through is sniffles. 

I gently massaged some cool lotion onto his burning bottom, all while he was jackknifed over my knee. When he had calmed down I led him to the corner and helped him into a kneeling position. 

"Thirty minutes young man, hands glued to your sides." I instructed. 

He bowed his head in defeat, not looking forward to the embarrassment and boredom of such a lengthy timeout. 

Nevertheless, he sniffed out a reluctant, "yes Ma'am." 

I was satisfied with the consequences for his actions. I'm sure that colour will occupy his sit-spots for a week!

He'll be too embarrassed about the state of his bum to undress in-front of his two Secretaries. I guess I solved the spending all day fucking your Secretaries problem. Even if it's only for a week. 

However, I suppose it won’t stop him from making them fuck each other while he gingerly sits to watch them. 

Oh well. I tried. *shrug* 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pretty Please