Sears Wish Book

Continued from: Miss Julie books the taboo farmhouse

Julie, now dressed like a retro little girl from the 60s,  made her way down the creaky stairs and toward the sound of her "Uncle's" leather belt, being applied to bare flesh. Her "Auntie" Lorraine invited both she and her role-play "cousin" Patrick, to witness Claire's punishment strapping.

Claire had apparently attempted to fiend illness to get out of going to school. Her dishonestly was being harshly addressed by her "Daddy's" belt, all while her "brother" Patrick and visiting "cousin" Julie, knelt and watched on in horror. 

The scene was unfolding similar to this: 

Poor Claire's princess parts and little pucker were aimed directly at Julie and Patrick. Her floral-printed panties that once offered some modesty, were nowhere in sight, long kicked-off by her dangling legs.

Julie's butterflies raged with intensity and despite the dreadful scene she was witnessing, she couldn't help but feel her own princess parts, tingle to life. This was an adult woman, likely a wife and mother who booked the farmhouse experience for her own reasons. She dangled over his knee in such a vulnerable manner Julie thought, all while dressed like a little girl and crying out "Nooooo Daddy!" 

In that moment, as Julie began to squish her thighs together and feel her heartrate increase, she longed to take Claire's place and dreaded the thought of taking Claire's place. 

The poor girl ended up burring her nose back into the corner, on her knees as her sobbing echoed off the wallpaper around her. The scene looked like this, as Lorraine approached, now wielding a hairbrush. 

Patrick and Julie wanted to cry out "mercy," mercy on her behalf! "Not the wooden hairbrush, she's been punished enough," they hoped. 

Lorraine spoke in a no nonsense manner:

"Would you like to head up to the bathroom for your enema young lady, or would you like to go over my stocking tops for a dose of the hairbrush?"

Through her sniffles and snot, Claire managed to crackle out a, "bathroom please Mommy." She was then released from the corner and physically ran out of the room and up the stairs with her palms covering her rosy red bum. 

"And you two!"

"Oh Shit!" Julie gulped. 

The vicious hairbrush being wielded by Lorraine was now being aimed at her and Patrick in the most threatening of manner. 

"You two better get up to your rooms and wait there, you're grounded!"

"What, for what??" Julie thought to herself.

"Julie, I received a call from Becky's mother. It seems we need to have a little chat about your attitude of late." 

"And Patrick, did Daddy read the note you brought home from school because I certainly did and you're in deep trouble Buster Brown!" 

There it was! The butterfly-inducing injects that had been built into their sessions, based on their preferences for discipline questionnaire. 

Julie and Patrick both responded without hesitation and in succession, before scurrying up the stairs to their childish bedrooms. 

"Yes Auntie." 

"Yes Mommy..." 

They passed poor Claire waiting in the bathroom. Obviously this wasn't her first rodeo at this farmhouse or her first retention of an enema. She anxiously waited for her "Mommy" with her bare bottom hole facing the open doorway and her red bum still glowing with heat. 

Julie thought to herself in that moment, that she'd likely accept the enema into her bowels too, if it meant avoiding a hairbrush spanking. 

She wondered if Lorraine would make Claire hold it in for awhile until cramping begins? Or maybe Auntie would only let her release a little ounce or two at a time? What was inevitable however, what Julie continued to ponder, was that Claire's sore bottom would be forced to sit on that hard toilet seat for an extended period of time, adding to the longevity of her overall punishment.  

These thoughts passed quickly, as Julie began to reflect introspectively on her 16-year old self, her attitude in that period of time and the fact that she was now grounded to her bedroom to await God knows what next!

Would it be Unckie's belt, that she just had the arousing horror of witnessing? Or maybe it would be Auntie's slipper or carpet beater, right in front of her cousins too!?

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Julie had an idea to sneak across the hall to Patrick's room. She wanted to ask him if he had ever done this farmhouse experience before, what the hell does being grounded mean and what would happen to them next. 

Julie could hear Claire crying from the bathroom and begging Lorraine for permission to release her soapy enema, all amidst loud, explosive sounds of gaseous water, echoing in the porcelain bowl and splashing into the water.

Julie's mind was reeling from all of the stimulus and vulnerability of this experience, she was beginning to panic. She tiptoed across the hall, hoping to not be caught out in the open while supposedly grounded to her room. She didn't want to knock as Auntie or Uncle might hear. She cracked the door quietly and crept into her cousin's room to ask him what happens next. 

She let out an audible gasp at the sight before her. Patrick had his shorts and tightie-whities completely off, his five digits wrapped around his erect dick, and a Sears Wish Book propped up on the bed.

Julie remained in the room as Patrick scurried to hide his erection with a nearby pillow. Regardless of how evident the scene was, Julie took the opportunity to whisper as loud as she could. 

"What were you DOING?!" 

As if it wasn't obvious. Tissues, wastebasket and you might be curious about the Sears Wish Book? 

Julie could see the opened page on the bed now. 

Remember dear readers, this space is set in a different era of nostalgia. There are no phones and no computers allowed, so the clients are immersed into a decade where these things hadn't been invented yet. 

What has been deliberately placed in the farmhouse though, especially enticing to my silly male clients, is a trusty old Sears Wish Book. A common and reoccurring treasure of this period of history.  

Flip to around the middle of these ancient tomes and you'll find six, maybe seven pages of great big satin panties in white and beige, girdles and a selection of dainty hosiery and bras. If you're lucky enough maybe one of them would be in black lingerie this year, revealing a more dominant "Mommy" aesthetic. 

My naughty male clients, now free of their chastity cages but denied their modern masturbation fuel, have nothing left to turn to, literally, but to turn the pages of a trusty women's "delicates" section of a Sears Wish Book. Haha!

Aren't I cruel? Staging something so sinister. They're probably used to wanking it while watching 4K high-def, ass-to-mouth, dungeon lezdom porn right? Let's see how they manage with only an image of a giant pair of beige panties!

*sinister laugh*  

In the client's welcome package, masturbation is not necessarily prohibited at the farmhouse, just don't get caught with your silly dick in your hand boys, or double-clicking your mouse, girls! This place has a woodshed to be marched out to remember? The consequences could be severe if your "Auntie" or your "Daddy" were to find out you were masturbating. 

Julie, now in the driver's seat, stood before her groveling cousin as his obnoxious erection began to shrivel. Whatever would she do? 

Tattle on him? Tease him? 

Try to use this information to save her own keister from whatever she had coming? Hmm...

Perhaps Julie may answer herself...which could dictate the direction of the next iteration of this experience. 

Would she tell her Uncle, to fuel her burning desire to watch a heterosexual man get spanked over the knee by another man? 

We shall see.

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Don't make me come up there!

 

 

 

 

 

The Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer and I just bought an old, turn-of-the-century farmhouse on the other side of town. It's not for us, we're not moving. It is another facility where we will soon be offering our clients a very vulnerable and immersive experience. 

A safe place where they can explore their deepest and darkest and transport themselves back to a different time. 

Cute isn't it? 

The curators of this new location are a lovely retired couple named Ed and Lorraine. They will actually be living here and managing this location similar to a Bed and Breakfast for interested clients. 

"But what's the twist Mistress? There's always a twist..."

Indeed there is. For this is no ordinary B&B. 

Clients who come here will stay for the weekend, this is mandatory. There are no electronics permitted on the premises, meaning cell phones and computers. Outside of a client sneaking in a naughty masturbation there is no sexual activity permitted, not between clients and not with Ed or Lorraine.

My silly males, this means no chastity devices either! Yes I really just said that. Lucky you, but of course there is a catch that you'll read about later on.

"So it's just a normal farmhouse retreat, Bed and Breakfast then?" You ask. 

Clients who wish to book this space have two fantasy options to select from and only two.

1. You've been sent to stay with Auntie, Uncle and your cousins, at their farm for the weekend.
2. This is your childhood home, a hobby farm, with your Mommy, Daddy and your siblings. 

Your weekend session will not be solo, ever. There will always be "siblings". Other adult clients of mixed gender will be playing the roles of big sisters, little brothers or cousins, directly immersed in the vulnerability and humiliation of this experience also. 

The rooms are designed to take you back to a different time, where carpet was shag, Daddy read the paper in the "Daddy Chair", and the wallpaper had an odour of sweet pipe tobacco and potpourri. 

The furniture was ugly, the small television only had 12 channels and children had to do things like read books and play outside, pick up a board game or irritate their siblings. 

"You two, go outside and play, it's nice out."

This parental order would not be met with whines or back-talk, because this household, in this period of time, was managed by Daddy's belt and Mommy's hairbrush!

Over in the kitchen, a slightly different but equally antiquated decade. 

Mommy's heels would click across the linoleum floors as she hummed a song and baked banana bread. Supper in this home would involve a 1962 Betty Crocker Cookbook and some manner of casserole that required a tin of cream-of-mushroom soup. 

Lorraine WILL be making you food of this era during your stay and you better finish ALL of your green beans without making a face, crossing your arms or holding your breath at the table. The lifeless, baked pork-chop and triple-mix, frozen veggies? You'll be sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, with a sore bum and tears streaming down your face, finishing your supper from the night before. 

I wouldn't test her!

Lorraine looks sweet and caring and she is! But she also knows what's best for you and has implements of opportunity everywhere to quickly arm herself. 

From the wooden spoons of the kitchen, to the slippers on her hosed-feet in the evenings, there are implements of opportunity everywhere in this home! Even in the laundry room. 

Lorraine, who will play the role of Mommy or Auntie for the clients, loves earlobe marching and always has a bar of soap at the ready for potty-mouthed boys and girls! You'll be experiencing both during your stay!

 

 

  

Ed is no push-over either. If your "younger cousin" brings a note home from school indicating she cheated on a test, "Uncle" Ed will put her right over his knee while you listen from your bedroom. A familiar sound in this home of his firm man-hand meeting bare buttocks. 

In the bedroom where you will be staying, we wanted to capture the feel of your own childhood bedroom. You will be grounded here occasionally, you will be shedding tears into the pillow and you might end up just nervously sitting on the edge of the bed full of butterflies. 

Why...? 

Because Mommy told you to go up there and sit on your bed "and you just wait until your father gets home!" 

That's right my silly male clients! 

If you book this farmhouse experience your discipline will come from "Mommy" OR "Daddy". I know most of you are heterosexual males but this experience has nothing to do with sex. Your naked little penis and balls will be rubbing against Daddy's wool dress pants as you squirm and dance over his knee. 

Your female "cousins" will cover their mouths and giggle when they see Uncle's firm hand reddening your bare backside in the living room.  

"I heard you got it pretty bad?" Your attractive older "sister" will ask you empathetically, as you rub your itchy and sore bottom. 

"Yeah. Daddy took me out to the woodshed after school cuz Kyle and I broke old man Thompson's shop window." 

That's right my beloved guests, this farmhouse has a woodshed and you will absolutely be marched out here for the most serious of correction. 

The younger "children" in the home and the dainty womenfolk don't need to see or hear you getting some sense strapped back into you by Daddy. 

Kyle's Mom brought him over to answer for the broken window too. I'm sure they’re commiserating right now actually! Talking about the best size and style of wooden spoon for both baking and spanking. 

There are eyes everywhere! The interconnected network of Moms and rotary dial phones, all supported by their sleeper-cell of teachers and shop owners in the community. 

This was a time when Mommy would get a call from Timmy's Mom. "You'll never guess what your son taught my son to say!" 

Did Mommy cast blame away from you, try to blame the schoolboard or the teachers or maybe it's Timmy's parents fault? Hell no! YOU were held accountable for your actions!

And your sister probably made your misery even worse! "I heard him swear last week too Mom!"

"He said WHAT?!!"

Then, as you're grounded to your bedroom with the taste of soap in your mouth and a blistered backside, you mischievously grin because your Marsha Brady-looking sister is now being throttled for tattling.

The naughtiest of my female clients and friends of this blog, you know who you are! I haven't forgotten about you.  

Your backsides won't escape a trip to the woodshed either. Once Daddy gives you and your sister an OTK warm-up in the house, you'll be marched out to the dreaded shed where the strap and sawhorse await. 

You know you need this manner of therapeutic discipline and regression! Female clients will be provided with clothing styles like yellow gingham dresses, knee socks and sandals or saddle shoes. Male clients will be age regressed with little shorts, tighty-whiteys, dress shirts and Buster Brown shoes. 

Please don't hesitate to contact Cassandra at the Facility to book this truly immersive experience. The Farmhouse is open for business and Ed and Lorraine are eager to meet you and provide you with a wonderful escape from adulting for awhile. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Paranormal Activity 

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