She was a Sk8er Girl

Continued from: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Summer and I were embraced in a lovely tangle on the bed, just coming down from a medium-heavy scene in our room. For reasons we don't need to get into, I had to punish her with a whipping of her bare asshole. 

Punishments in my household generally fit the crime. If Summer was caught with a run in her hose or stockings, she would be given a spanking followed by her bare soles being punished. Matters relating to her princess parts, result in a spanking then a punishment of the area in need of correction. In this case, unfortunately for her, it was her poor little bottom hole. 

All however, was forgiven...and we returned to giggles and pillow talks as we always do. 

For some reason we got talking about celebrities. Out of pure curiosity I asked her if she had a BDSM celebrity crush. More specifically, if she was going to administer a punishment spanking to a bratty celebrity, who would it be.

Without hesitation and in her adorable French accent, she replied: 

"Avril Lavigne"...

I giggled a little bit before commenting. 

"Like the skater girl?" 

We talked about it further and teased and tangled each other until Summer drifted off to sleep. I was still wide awake so I did some quiet internetting beside her. 

Avril...a small-town Canadian girl. That earned her points with me already! She bears the look of an out-of-control, bitchy and petulant teen who in the height of her popularity, looked like she would smell of weed and Doritos. 

I can see why Summer would choose to spank her. She definitely has that "in need of an attitude adjustment" look about her. Apparently this is what Summer was exactly like, in her younger years. Baggy jeans, wallet chain, skater shoes and a piss-poor attitude. 

Now it all makes sense, yes! Summer wants to punish the teen version of herself! She's projecting. She wants what she only wished she could have received when she was younger. 

As I looked a little deeper on the interwebs, when you peel away the layers of early 2000's, leftover from the grunge movement of the 90s, Avril is undeniably beautiful. 

Despite Avril's natural gorgeousness, I think Summer's fantasy involves disciplining the wild and bitchy teen-Avril of 2002. Not this stunner depicted above. 

Maybe Summer is in the role of Step-Mother, or Big Sister? She returns home from a long flight and sees this hot-mess, passed out in the den. The room smells of stale beer, bong resin and Pringles.

Summer tries to snap her out of it and get her life back on track. 

(Avril was actually ON the right track in this period of time. She went platinum seven times).

She makes her go select an implement to be punished with. A shameful exercise in humility for our beautiful skater girl. 

Should we go through with it and indulge in Summer's fantasy? Who wants to see Avril Lavigne receive an OTK spanking? I'm sure it won't end with just a spanking either *blush, if I know my Summer.  

A special thank you to someone named BlueSky from the Sims, custom content community, who created the avatar for young Miss Lavigne. 

Pretty good huh? 

Gotta love talented people and talented artists. 

Unfortunately the below doesn't quite look as clean as the above two images. But once Summer gets down to business and invites her to the Facility, it's pretty damn close. 

Maybe...to be continued...if someone wants to see Avril get spanked and we’ll try to figure out what emo, grunge sex entails?? *shrug

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Two days a captive

Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Continued from: The Countess of Monte Cristo

What would you chose, as an incredibly sexy and aroused young lady? Turning over the key to your arousal, literally, and having your aching cunt locked up in a chastity belt? Perhaps not knowing when or if, in the foreseeable future, it will be unlocked. 

Or do you take your lumps and submit to a painful and humiliating spanking on your bare bottom, in hopes that maybe your pussy will get some attention afterwards? 

I like to give my naughty girls, naughty male slaves and sissies options to choose from. It fucks with their minds. The embarrassing predicament of having to chose from the lesser or two evils. Or at least what you think is the lesser of the two. 

I approached my two girls and cut right to the chase. 

"What's it gonna be ladies...your chastity belts or a spanking?" 

If you're just joining in on this predicament bondage, Cassandra in the pillory, who was kind enough to offer my wife Summer, (on her back with legs forced open) some erotic dance lessons. They got themselves into full stripper heels and attire and while I worked away in the kitchen, I could hear the pounding of music from the strip-joint on the upper floor of our house.

I was preparing a delicious lunch for the three of us and when I returned upstairs, I caught the two of them about to embark on a delicious sixty-nine with each other's soaking pussies. 

Summer and I have a unique relationship and having her pussy devoured by my sexy Receptionist is not unheard of, but both of these naughty young ladies know they need my permission first. 

In this instance, I did not give it, nor was I asked. This is why Cassandra's face was forced to stare at my wife's pussy and inhale her sweet arousal for the past hour. It was a fitting punishment, but as they now realized, their punishments were not over. 

I would have loved to see these two desperately begging to be unlocked. Watching me openly masturbate and please myself with toys, as they pull and tug at their belts. I'd make them suck each other's nipples and make out in front of me. Watching their faces twist in frustration as the ache in their clits intensifies. 

Alas, not this time, they both chose to be spanked...

Unfortunately for them, I was still working in the kitchen. This means wooden spoons and spatulas are readily available and I think I used every wooden utensil in the holder!

I relieved them from their stripper outfits and marched them bare naked up to the kitchen and living room. I started with Summer first as Cassandra was forced to watch. 

After a nice long warm-up for both of them, I moved a dining chair into position and arranged my bouquet of wooden spoons, within my reach. 

Once Summer was howling and sobbing, promising not be a naughty girl again, it was Cassandra's turn. 

I asked her to choose which wooden utensil she would like (mind fuck again). When she hesitated I motivated her with my palm. 

I bent her over the kitchen counter and watched her do a little dance in her bare feet, as I soundly smacked her rosy bottom. 

She made her spoon selection without hesitation the next time I asked her to pick one. I then took her over my knee and finished her off in a frenzy of sobbing spoon slaps, blubbering apologies and kicking legs. 

I loved the fact that my large picture windows in the dining room, look out and IN...to the street below. The pair of them, both still crying liberally, mashed their tits and nipples as far as they could get them against the corner, in an attempt to hide their shame from the outside world. 

Now...I can sit and enjoy my fancy grilled cheese in peace...maybe I'll take some down to Sarah in her cell. These two will be facing that wall for the next hour at least...I wouldn't want my beautiful culinary creation to get cold or go to waste. 

"Next time girls, just ask me if you want to go down on each other, so I can at least watch or help. Sheesh!" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: She was a Sk8er Girl

Thanking after Spanking

Continued from: Sunday Maintenance Ritual

In the domestic discipline relationship that Summer and I enjoy, not only is it important for us to adhere to certain rituals and structure, but it is equally important for both she and I, that I be thanked after Summer is given a spanking. 

It doesn't matter if the spanking is her weekly maintenance, or if she has been punished for a real reason. Summer is always required to thank me after her cornertime. 

In a male-led, female-sub relationship, this may appear as the wife or girlfriend, getting down on her knees while her husband stands, and takes his cock into her mouth. The mere positioning alone, is strikingly symbolic of the D/s roles at play. 

Yes, Summer does take my strap-on like this, after she has been spanked, but not right off the bat. First she worships her "Queen”. 

Essentially what worship means for us, is that Summer gives me a massage, all the way from my toes, to just beneath my earlobes, only using her lips and tongue. She is not permitted to have my pussy, until she has earned it, by pleasing the rest of me. Generally, she begins with my feet. 

Each toe is individually kissed, then sucked on. First one foot and then the other, before she moves on to my soles and arches. 

She will kiss and lick all the way up my calves and thighs until she reaches my bum, which she skips for the time being, moving to my other leg to kiss all the way down it, back to my ankle. It is quite the little tease to feel her warm breath, graze past my asshole and pay it absolutely no attention. But she'll be back!

The same cute little French kisses are now planted all over my bare bum and into my bum crack which she also licks the full length of. The tease this time, is her hot breath now on my pussy, which she won't go near yet. Eventually her sharp little tongue finds its way into my asshole and I completely melt into the bed. 

I raise and spread for her, so she can passionately kiss my anus directly, moaning out loud as she does.

She traces up my tummy and along the sides of my ribs, which gives me wild goosebumps. Such amazing chills that my nipples harden instantly, just as her mouth arrives up there. Summer spends a few moments on both breasts and both nipples, kissing and suckling away. 

When she finally reaches my mouth for a kiss, this is the moment she purrs to me and formally thanks me for her spanking. We usually hug at this point and tell each other, "I love you." Then she makes the slow and deliberate journey back down my chest and stomach, having now earned my throbbing puss puss. 

When Summer's tongue finally gets to her ultimate prize, pussy worship begins. She has earned it, after doing such an amazing job with feet, legs and ass worship. 

I cum repeatedly, directly onto her pouty lips, in a number of wonderful positions, eventually ending with a face ride...my all-time favourite. 

When I flip around and face her feet, she continues to diligently lick as my fingertips use her nipples as speed and depth dials. This pinching and twisting, also causes her to moan directly onto my wet pussy. The vibrations feel amazing. 

This whole worship and thanking process takes well over an hour, sometimes considerably longer than that. When Summer knows this stage has concluded, without being prompted she goes to our wardrobe and gets a strap-on harness, which she helps me into and attaches. This is the symbolically submissive moment, when she kneels and takes my cock into her mouth. 

Just enough to lubricate the dildo nicely, before I take in a handful of her hair and fuck her on the bed.

If she can cum from penetration only, which is rare for her, she may, but she is not permitted to manually masturbate her clit while she's being fucked. 

Is it more of a discipline fucking by that logic? I guess so, it's rough. The strap-on we use for "thanking after spanking" is considerably larger than a standard one or the ones we use on the sissies. 

When I pull out of her for the final time, she thanks me once again. 

"Thank you Ma'am." Sometimes, "thank you Mommy," I usually hear, depending on her mood.

Then, just like someone flipping a switch, we are back into vanilla mode. Outfits and toys and implements all get cleaned up. We end up downstairs in jammies, giggling and watching a show, eating popcorn. 

Vanilla, despite how Summer likes to dress around the house, which is usually "little", especially after she's been spanked and fucked. She even kept her hair bow in for tonight! What a cutie. I love her so much. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy slave to a Couple

 

Making out behind the bleachers

Continued from: Safe, sane, consensual

Did you know the term "bleachers" is derived from open-air, baseball seating known as "bleaching boards". Typically the seating was just bare wooden planks, bleached by the sun...

Isn't etymology fun? 

So this is how we started the scene. Making out behind the bleachers...

We had Nancy and Kaylee all done up in their Catholic school uniforms with Kaylee playing the role of an actual female, not a sissy male. Hair, makeup, perfume, cotton knickers, Summer and I had thought of everything. 

They were having a grand ole' time, cutting class to fornicate and smoke darts, until they were caught by Coach Cooper.

Cooper had a script to stick to. Which would have sounded something like: 

"What's the meaning of this!! You two young ladies need to come with me right now! Who's your homeroom teacher?" 

The Coach marched the two miscreants back to my classroom to rat them out and tell me what he caught them doing. 

I handed down both their sentences swiftly, as they faced the blackboard at the front of the class. 

"Thirty minutes facing the blackboard girls, then you are going to be paddled and caned on your bare bottoms before seeing the Principal," I chirped out.

They both groaned out loud in humiliation and shame, knowing the other students were watching them and would most definitely witness their punishments. 

Coach Cooper, then stated out loud (part of his script), that since he was the one who caught them, as the aggrieved party, he should be allowed to stay and watch the paddling and caning. 

Ummmm, no. 

"Creeper", I whispered under my breath as the Coach left. Summer and Cassie giggled from their desks. 

After a thirty minute timeout, Kaylee was called to the pommel horse first. He draped his body overtop so his Mary Janes were off the floor. I lifted his skirt and pulled his panties down to his knees. 

Summer and Cassie came closer to watch, as poor Kaylee was paddled and caned on his bare bottom. 

Nancy was next. She received the exact same punishment as Kaylee while the other students watched on. Twelve strokes of the paddle and six of the best with the cane. 

Both punished girls fully removed their panties and hung them on the hooks with the implements. I marched them down the hall to the Principal's office, bare naked under their pleated skirts. The cool draft may have helped soothe the stinging of their bottoms. 

They both turned to say "I'm sorry Ma'am", as I left them alone with Principal Branson. He wasted no time in getting Nancy into the naughty corner, so she could listen to what Kaylee was about to endure.

The Principal led Kaylee over to the sofa and took him across his knee. Branson administered a long, hard spanking, before switching to a school paddle that had Kaylee bawling like a little girl. All Nancy could do was listen and tremble in the corner of that office. 

The sobbing Kaylee, took Nancy's place in timeout when it was her turn for a dose of the same. 

Her entire jumper eventually came right off, and she was spanked directly on the bare, wearing only her knee socks, bra and Mary Janes. 

Principal Branson finished with Nancy and helped her to her feet. 

"Young lady, dry your tears and get dressed. I want you to head down to the gymnasium equipment room and spend the rest of the day cleaning and organizing it, is that understood?" 

"Yes Sir", she sniffled out. 

"Kaylee, you'll be staying here with me, in detention"...

******

Nancy put herself to work right away, wondering what might be happening up in the Principal's office at this very moment. Was Kaylee still in the corner, was he being made to write lines, or maybe the Principal had Kaylee doing something else? Nancy thought curiously.  

She was suddenly startled by the feeling of a presence behind her. 

"Oh heavens! Coach Cooper, you scared the daylights out of me," Nancy proclaimed, in her very best Dorothy in distress tone. 

This was awkward, the Coach hadn't said anything yet. 

As Nancy turned around, she noticed something in his hand. It was a cell phone. Coach Cooper turned it face up to reveal an image on the screen and Nancy leaned in to look. 

"Oh God no!" Nancy mewed out. 

The Coach's phone was displaying a photo of Nancy kissing Kaylee behind the bleachers. The next photo was Nancy and Kaylee sneaking a cigi together.

The Coach finally spoke...

"Nancy, you know I play darts every Tuesday night with your Father right?" 

"Please Coach Cooper no! Nooooo. Don't tell my Daddy, he'll surely take his belt to me," Nancy cried out, continuing to plead with the Coach. 

"Please Sir, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell Daddy!" 

With a slight underbite to his jaw and a sinister gin, framed by his creepy moustache, the Coach told Nancy: 

"You can start by changing into your cheer outfit, don't you have practice today, young lady?"

Meanwhile, up in Principal Branson's office, things weren't going much better for poor Kaylee...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Don't try this at home!