Julie 1998: Oops, I did it Again

Continued from: She gets the belt

[M/f] [spanking] [otk] [cornertime] [ddlg] [taboo] [Daddy]

Dear Diary, 

It's been months since that first spanking, the one that changed everything. And now, it feels like I'm living in a whole new world, a world where I'm constantly on edge, constantly waiting for the next time Daddy decides I need to be punished. 

They did become more frequent. I'd come home from college for the weekend, and Daddy was waiting for me, arms crossed, face stern. I knew immediately that I was in trouble, that I'd done something to tick him off. And sure enough, he pulled out the kitchen spoon, told me to take off my clothes, and bent me over his knee right there in the living room. 

That spanking was brutal, the spoon landing hard and fast on my bare ass, leaving me writhing and kicking and sobbing like a little girl. But even as I cried and begged, I could feel the familiar heat building between my legs, the ache of desire that only Daddy could fulfill. 

I loved and hated it in equal measure. I loved the attention, the feeling of Daddy's strong arms around me, the way he held me tight and spanked me until I was a sobbing, blubbering mess. I loved the way it made me feel, the way it satisfied some deep, dark need inside me, a need to be dominated, to be owned, to be Daddy's little girl. 

But that's not why I'm writing to you today, Diary. I'm writing because I can't believe what just happened. I'm still in shock, my mind racing, my body betraying me. I'm so embarrassed, so ashamed, but also...so turned on. 

It started like any other punishment, I was being a naughty girl, pushing Daddy's buttons, trying to get his attention in the wrong ways. And he responded like he always does, with a firm hand and strict voice. 

"That's it, young lady," he said, his eyes flashing with anger. "It's time for a spanking." 

I whimpered, my heart pounding, but I knew I had no choice. I followed Daddy to my bedroom, my stomach churning with nerves and excitement. 

Daddy made me strip naked, as he always does. I hated being exposed like that, vulnerable and ashamed, but I knew it was part of the punishment ritual. Daddy wanted to make sure I felt every bit of the vulnerability and humiliation of still being spanked at my age. 

Once I was naked, Daddy made me lie over two pillows on my bed, my hips propped up, my legs spread. I knew the position well, the way it left my bare bottom raised and exposed with everything else on full display to him.

Daddy picked up his belt, the buckle jingling in his hands. I could feel my heart racing, my body tensing, as I waited for the first stroke. And then it came, the stinging, searing fire of the belt across my bare bum. I cried out, my body jerking, but Daddy held me firm with a hand on the small of my back. 

"This is what happens to naughty girls, isn't it, Julie?" He growled, his voice low and stern. "They get punished, and punished severely." 

The strokes kept coming, the belt falling again and again on my quivering bottom. I sobbed and cried, my body writhing, my hips bucking and flailing against the pillows. I tried to avoid the belt, to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go. 

And then something strange happened. As I squirmed and wriggled, my pussy started to rub against the pillow. At first, it was just a dull sensation, but as the strapping continued, as my bottom grew hotter and sorer, the friction started to feel...good. Really good. 

I found myself grinding against the pillow, my clit willingly rubbing against the soft fabric. The pain of the belting was still there, still stinging and burning, but now it was mixed with something else, something dark and delicious. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tingling, my muscles tensing. And then, just as Daddy landed a particularly firm blow on my welted ass, I exploded. 

I screamed, my back arching, my body spasming, as the orgasm ripped through me. It was so intense, so mind-blowing. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my pussy clenching and throbbing, as I writhed and moaned on the bed. 

For a moment I thought Daddy hadn't noticed. He continued my strapping, his belt falling on my bare flesh, but then he suddenly stopped. "Did you just..." he started, his voice trailing off. I froze, my heart pounding, as I realized what had happened, Daddy knew. He had seen everything. 

I waited for him to say something, to scold me or punish me further, but he just stood there, silent and still. And then, finally, he spoke. "Stay there, Julie," he said, his voice quiet and firm. "Stay in that position, with your ass in the air. I'll be back in an hour to release you...umm, you're grounded." 

I lay there, my body still trembling, my mind racing. I couldn't believe what had happened, what I had done. I had actually orgasmed during a punishment spanking, right in front of Daddy. It was so humiliating, so shameful...but also so hot. 

This was a few weeks ago...nothing more was said about it, until today. 

Until...I did it again. 

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Dear Diary, 

I did it again! I came during a spanking. 

It started like any other punishment session. I'd been a naughty girl again, staying out too late with my friends, flirting with boys, teasing Daddy with my skimpy outfits. And so, when I got home, Daddy was waiting for me, his face stern, his belt in his hand. 

I knew the drill by now. I stripped off my clothes, bare naked, my heart pounding, my pussy already wet with anticipation. Daddy pulled the spanking chair into the middle of the room and sat down, patting his lap invitingly. 

I draped myself over Daddy's knee, my bare ass in the air, my pussy and asshole on full display. 

Daddy adjusted me, to the point I was straddling his knee, straddling his tweed pants that my pussy was now in direct contact with. 

The spanking started slow, Daddy's hand landing on my ass with a sharp, stinging slap. I yelped, my body jerking, causing his fingers to occasionally graze my pussy lips. 

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Daddy switched to his belt. The leather strap sizzled through the air, landing on my bare flesh with a crack that echoed through the room. 

I sobbed and cried, my legs kicking, my body writhing, as Daddy brought the belt down again and again, whipping my ass until I was promising to be a good girl again. 

But even as I cried and pleaded, I could feel my pussy growing wetter, my clit swelling, my body responding to his tweed pants in a way I couldn't control. And then, suddenly, without warning, I came. My pussy clenched, my hips bucked, and I gushed all over Daddy's pants, soaking his knee with my arousal. 

I was mortified, ashamed, horrified by what I had done. I tried to apologize, to explain, but all I could do was sob and shiver, my body shaking with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. 

Daddy didn't say a word. He just lifted me off his lap, set me on my feet, and pointed to the corner. I knew the drill once again. I walked over to the wall, my head hanging low, my hands clasped atop my head, and stood there. I was naked, spanked and exposed, my tears dripping down my face, as Daddy processed what had just happened. 

I don't know how long I stood there. It felt like an hour, an eternity. But finally, finally, Daddy came over to me, his face soft, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else, something that I couldn't quite place. 

"Julie," he said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper. 

"I think we need to talk." 

With that, Daddy took me by the wrist, guiding my little hand towards the front of his pants. 

I gasped as I felt his erection, hard and throbbing beneath the fabric. It was so big, so thick, so long...it's everything I've been waiting for. I turned to face him, my eyes wide and pleading, as I asked the question we had both been thinking for quite some time. 

"Is this for me, Daddy?" I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. 

Daddy nodded, his eyes locked on mine, his cock twitching in my hand. "Yes, baby girl," he said softly. "Go wait in Daddy's bedroom." 

I giggled with delight, I turned and skipped away, my bare feet prancing on my tip-toes, my naked red ass, jiggling with each step until I reached the bed. 

I plopped my abused bum onto the sheets, feeling the comfort of their cool embrace and in my most innocent, sing-song voice imaginable, I called out down the hallway. 

"I'm ready, Daddy!" 

"I'm a big girl, now! Let me show you!” 

Julie

Continued in: Farewell Julie

Ethical Dilemma

Continued from: Sacrifice

[femdom] [femsub] [schoolgirl] [A.I. images]

Good news everyone! Summer and I were never in a war. France did not invade Canada, in this century anyway. And Summer and I did not kill ourselves out of pure love, in the Canadian wilderness... 

Dear readers, 

If you hadn't noticed, a number of my posts were pulled down, including my epic adventure story that had little to do with BDSM and spanking. 

I pulled these posts down myself...all the Tara Gregory and her step-daddy stories (which were great) and a few others that involved A.I. images. 

Let me tell you why...as this was an ethical dilemma.

Since I started my facility and various fetish studios, men and women alike seek out my services for a variety of fantasy purposes. Usually they want to be humiliated, degraded, objectified and debased, especially the women, and in some cases, completely dehumanized. 

BUT! This is all done on their consent, in a safe environment where they can explore their darkest fantasies, with the option of a safeword to stop everything. And we should never judge them for what they are into and there should be no shame in it, fair? 

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This is adult film star, Cherry Torn: 

She's quite popular in the kink sites, she's had a variety of hairstyles over the years and I've always liked her, especially the noises she makes when under pain and orgasmic duress.  

This video in particular was delightful!

Here, Cherry finds herself in some dirty factory, all trussed up and being fucked directly in the ass by her Domme's strap-on. It looks like a punishment fucking for a naughty slave girl. I think her Domme's name is "Chanta" - she's awesome too.

During Cherry's sodomy, she's drooling from a very dehumanizing ball gag and making her lovely grunting sounds, as her anus struggles to accommodate the thrusting invader. 

(I love this gag btw, Sarah Jane, listen up! You’re getting one of these and you’ll be getting exactly this treatment!) 

Cherry is an adult film star, she may even have an agent or a team. She would have consented to this film and photo shoot, she probably even knew what it entailed and was likely paid handsomely for her performance. There would have been paperwork and contracts. I'm sure the rights to the original video and images belong to the film studio, to do with as they please. Cherry would have consented to this also...

What Cherry did not consent to, was someone on the internet farming her images from scenes like the above, then creating their own A.I. images of her in French Maid outfits, schoolgirl outfits or other compromising material. I think this recently happened with the likes of Taylor Swift and some other celebrities, so real in fact, that their friends and P.R. people were like: 

"Were you actually in a gangbang in Nashville last weekend, Taylor?"  

Additionally, this is now happening to more vulnerable teens and school-aged students as a new form of bullying and blackmail. 

One could argue a caveat emptor...let the buyer beware. Ye who uploadeth their own likeness to the internet, taketh on the associated risks in doing so. "You're already all over the internet, naked and being fucked because you're a porn star, what's the harm in a few more generated images?" 

I once agreed with this...completely. Especially with that "look at me" culture that started with Facebook and people were photographing themselves with their breakfast choice each morning and posting it online. It was irritating and unnecessary and that was definitely a too bad, so sad situation...you put yourself out there. 

But, all of this was before A.I. image engines became so real that Taylor's vagina was probably sore, upon seeing her own likeness riding some randomly generated dick.  

Mark my words, laws will be coming soon. To protect the innocent and more vulnerable from this. Or to protect the continued objectification of women, a word I used at the beginning of this post in a positive context. Again, the key here is consent.

So...much to my dismay and that of my readers, I had to say goodbye to the avatar of Summer, of Tara Gregory, of Tyler Scott and a few others. My avatar is safe, it was made with a combination of my own likeness and a rich description of myself, to arrive with such images as: 

As for the rest of the girls, they all got a little makeover, come have a look...

The beautiful and elegant, Isabella (Bella) Octavia Goth, my Latin stunner and devout sex slave. 

Her avatar was created safely and ethically from this image: 

To get this result: 

I understand they look a little more "cartoonish" than my image, but at least I'm not exploiting some random woman. 

I can still work with these. 

My beautiful wife Summer, the flight attendant. Summer Addison Holiday. Her new likeness was ethically created from this image: 

And the drumroll results: 

Would you like to know how Summer keeps her bare feet as smooth as silk, to accommodate her foot fetish sales and hosiery selling racket? Play beach volleyball two nights a week and run barefoot in the sand... 

We can work with this new avatar, everyone, can't we; for future blog posts? 

Some dungeon action maybe, with Summer in a bondage cell? 

Or perhaps you like her in her default role that she personifies around the house, severely age regressed and frequently spanked over my knee?

Last but certainly not least (for now), Cassie. Cassandra Leigh Goth, who is the 21-year-old daughter of Bella Goth. Recently she's earned the title of Mistress Cassie at my Facility. Her avatar was ethically sourced from this image: 

The A.I. took the above and generated the below: 

She looks like her mother doesn't she, just way more bitchy!? Ha.

She's gonna end up in the courthouse / judicial wing of my Facility if she doesn't tidy up her attitude though!

What do you think everyone, can we live with this? I'll continue my blog and my writing using the new A.I. girls above, the A.I. me and the Sims 4 animations and stills. 

Some sissy fans on Redditt have sent me A.I. images of themselves and their consent to use them in this blog too. Carley, the Tattooed pixie from the previous story, her creator advises she's synthetic, and not an actual person's likeness...so she's good to go. 

I might re-do the France invading Canada three-part story because I loved it so much. I already have the new version of soldier Summer, ready to go. ;)

Thank you all for your continued support, loyalty and understanding through this adjustment. Remember, this is all about protecting women and doing the right thing, in the face of technological advancements. 

Mistress Andrea xo

P.S. Read Mo Gawdat - Scary Smart. Yes I've plugged this book before...it's worth it, trust me.   

Continued in: Aggravated Anilingus

  

 

Rogue Squadron

Continued from: Summer's Birthday

Summer was having a great time at her costume party. She's a huge Star Wars nerd and between Summer, Vanessa and Cassandra, they were calling themselves the Rogue Squadron now. Summer was apparently "Red 5", whatever that means...? 

Maybe she could be Red bum 5? Her juicy arse looked absolutely adorable in her little outfit. How could I not want to give it a smack and a nibble. 

I found out later "Red 5" is a call-sign, like Maverick or Iceman. *shrug*

I kept things fairly vanilla and rather than a costume, went with a 1950s pinup model look. This is typically the look I use for clients who want a "Mommy" spanking. Vintage Mary Janes, nude seamed stockings and always pearls! Yes, yes, I'm being a costume party pooper, for now. 

I asked Summer who was rockin' the hotdog costume, and why on earth. She told me it was some friend of Vanessa's and he apparently has a big dick. I just about spit my drink out!

"So that's why he's in a hotdog costume?" I asked Summer. 

"Oui," she replied. 

Good lord! "Seriously?" 

I shook my head and looked Kaylee's way, who had just overheard us. Kaylee was a cock-hungry sissy slut now and the girls had him in a cute little Sailor Moon costume. I'm sure he was biting his bottom lip when he heard the "big dick" comment.  

I nudged Vanessa and told her to introduce Kaylee to the hotdog man! Haha. 

About half-way through the night, Summer didn't notice but Cassie and I had snuck off to the bedroom to work on Summer's birthday surprise. Oh the things I do for my sweet baby girl...

Cassandra started to help me undress and get me into this ridiculous costume she rented for me. 

She dimmed all the lights in the room. 

"Cassie, do I need to carry this laser sword thingy?" I asked.

"Haha...Laser sword! Did you seriously just say that? It's a lightsaber Mistress," Cassie teased. 

"Here, press that button on the hilt," Cassie guided. 

The darkness of the room suddenly illuminated with a red glow, as the saber ignited to life with a loud electrical sound.

 "Ohhhh Mistress! You look great!" Cassandra complimented. 

I must admit, I did feel a little badass in this moment!

Cassie ran down the hall to get Summer for the big reveal. She returned with Summer, who had her hands over her eyes, being led to the couch. Cassie dove out of the way and got her camera ready to capture the moment, before saying, 

"Ok Summer, you can open your eyes now." 

I'm glad I had this helmet on because the squeal that came out of Summer would have deafened me.  

"Is it you??! Andrea is this YOU?!!"  She screamed out, all while crying tears of excitement and joy.

I nodded my Lordly helmet.

She squealed again and rushed me, jumping into my arms while cry-laughing. 

We tumbled down to the floor and my helmet flew off and bounced across the room. 

"Happy birthday baby." I giggled out, as I helped her up to her knees.

With tears in her eyes she kissed me deeply, then said, "I love you Andrea. You're my dream-girl!"

Awww, my little Comi-con nerd! I enjoy making her dreams come true!

Maybe I could shed a few layers of costume and really make her dreams come true. I can totally rock this look!

We returned to the party so Summer could show off her birthday present, ME!! We posed for some pictures and some action shots. 

Then we just danced, swaying in circles, embraced into each others arms like there was no one else in the room.

I couldn't help but notice Kaylee and Captain Hotdog had snuck off somewhere.

I can only imagine what sort of mischief Kaylee is up too! Good thing his dick is still locked up!

Ohhh sissy Kaylee, you just can't help it can you? 

As the remainder of the party thinned out and Summer blew out her candles, I thought it was high-time to round up the Rogue Squadron and put an end to their rebel alliance, once and for all!

I had never played with Vanessa before but from what Summer has told me, she's down for whatever, bondage included. And good lord was she ever sexy, when I peeled her out of that costume. 

"Alright you rebel sluts! Don't go anywhere (haha)...I need to swap my lightsaber out for a riding crop." I teasingly tormented Vader's three captives. 

Side-note: Cassandra is definitely going to whipped for the state of her pubic area! I've had to punish her for this before and she knows better!

I shed a layer and got into something a little more Darth Dominant. 

Obviously my birthday girl needed a birthday spanking. I dealt with that first while the other two whimpered and watched. 

Then I let them down so we could all play together. 

It was a wild friggen night! I can't believe I fucked Summer with a Darth Vader helmet on! Cassandra had been right all along, Summer loved every second of this night, despite how goofy I felt with all this cosplay. 

I'll begrudgingly admit though, it was a fun night. Summer's reaction to Darth Domina, made it all worth it in the end.   

Happy birthday, baby! I love you. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Chat Bots and BDSM