Old Flame

Continued from: Jail Bird

What do you think dear readers? What would you do if you were Russell? He's currently in the arms of his 🔥old flame🔥, kissing her neck, just below her earlobe, with his dick locked in a metal cage. 

And MY Gawwwwwd, he's good at this! Goosebumps were spreading all across my body and my toes were curling!

(Speaking of Old Flames. If you haven't tried this brunette craft-brew, I would highly recommend it. It's toe-curling also. Port Perry, Ontario! - support local)

As Russell continued his exploration of THIS brunette, up and down my neck with his lips, I realized the silly man was just stalling, he had a decision to make. I had just offered him a wonderful yet horrible predicament. 

If you read the previous post you know he was recently spanked and strapped with a police-belt, by my two cute Officers. This was likely not arousing for him in the moment, but post-spanking, as he still feels and sees the effects of that belting, his arousal would begin to creep back in.

This was right around the point I locked his dick into a chastity cage, shutting down any and all penile activity without my permission. Once locked, he got to hear the two policewomen get spankings over my knee. Then he got to watch and hear them kiss, go down on each other and eventually me, as the scene culminated into a hot, lezzie threesome. 

All while poor Russell observed from this vantage-point:

And NOW...

I had just offered to unlock his penis to re-kindle an old role that he used to provide for me, when I was his submissive. The predicament part? If he wants to take me, right here and now, he has to celebrate Locktober this year, and submit to inescapable chastity for the entire month, with me as his keyholder. 

What would you choose, hmm? 

I know what Russell is going to choose. The fact that he's already been denied most of the day, spanked, then a helpless witness to a hot lesbian threesome, should influence his decision. Was this cheating on my part? Too much stimulus and influence over his decision making? Maybe a little...😈

But if that wasn't enough, I started rubbing the metal bars of his cock-cage against my pussy. Hehe. This she-devil wasn't playing fair at all! 

As expected, I was soon accessing the keys for his chastity device to unlock him. We switched roles right then and there, once his cock was free. I was now his submissive pet, to do with as he pleases. I was naked and on my knees. It was about to be a nice little vacation / slave-cation for me.

"How would you like me prepared for you, Sir?" I whispered out, in my most submissive tone. 

"A pleated plaid skirt, young lady, like you used to do for me," Russ said. 

I immediately felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal form between my thighs. "Schoolgirl", back in the day, usually meant a spanking, a really long one! But then he continued...

"Boots with your skirt please, my doll. A subtle nod to your current role." He smiled as he suggested this deviation from the norm. 

Oooo, ok. I can get behind this idea! Rather than the innocence and vulnerability of white knee socks and Mary Janes, Russell clearly wants me a bit more edgy and "grown-up", not so innocent perhaps?

Before heading off to prepare, Russell stood me up and performed a wet-check. I was embarrassingly soaked for him. I shuddered with ecstasy as his manly hand cupped my pussy, his two middle fingers explored their way deep inside. 

Those two fingers ended up in my mouth, where I shamefully and greedily sucked them clean, like a huge slut. Russ had me right where I wanted to be, panting and hypnotized with submissive arousal. 

I returned a while later, dressed and ready for Russell. I was feeling both sexy and vulnerable in my new look. Without being prompted, I knelt to await my instructions, noticing that Russell had moved some of my furniture around and positioned a few mirrors, strategically, near the bed. 

"You look beautiful young lady." 

"Thank you, Sir."

"Come here, little one." 

I was all melty and gooey in his strong arms. I was right back to the sub-space I once enjoyed with Russell. I felt so safe and cared for. He was my protector!

Pretty soon he was patting his lap invitingly. I rose from my knees slightly and slowly and deliberately slithered my mid-section over his lap like a snake. 

I got a mild spanking with his hand, over my skirt, then over my panties until those were eventually peeled down and off my feet. 

We moved to the bed and my spanking continued. Only this time, Russell would spank and finger me, spank and finger me. I even felt several swats directly onto my pussy lips and bottom hole. Shamefully, I think I was moaning like a whore the entire time. But I didn't care. Tonight, I was his whore, and I was loving it!

Russell, much to my delight, busted out some old-school tactics he used to do back in the day. While I was still draped over his lap being systematically spanked and fingered, he used my wetness and transferred it onto my little bum hole, until it was glistening and slick.

Let me repeat that...

He used my own arousal as lubricant for my asshole! What a freakin' stud he was.

That being said, the butt plug that came next slipped into my bottom with ease. He then removed my top and gagged me. 

Another of his old moves. Having me ride his tongue while I'm plugging and gagged, with a mirror to stare into.

When he flips me around to face his cock, it's frustrating because I want to inhale the entire thing, but my gag remained in place. In this position, as I grind my pussy into his mouth, his nose presses on the base of my anal plug. I get a joyful little ass-fucking sensation because of this and I was soon screaming into that gag-ball as I came. 

When I ride his tongue, Russell actually edges himself. Just slow-stroking his cock until it's ridiculously hard for me. Boy, did I ever get fucked after that! Sometimes I was allowed to be in control of the speed and tempo. 

Other times it was all him. 

When I was made to face the mirror, he ensured a sharp tug to my ponytail would remind me to watch. 

Around this point he was taking frequent breaks, fighting off the urge to cum so he could extend our playtime as long as possible. He would pull completely out of me and I could hear him heavy breathing, it was cute. Then I would feel the awesome and full sensation of his cock slowly re-entering, competing with the contours of the anal plug, pressing against my vaginal wall. 

The reverse pressure of the anal plug is also an incredible sensation for his cock. The poor guy held out as long as he could, edging himself each time he had to stop, then re-start. Eventually he absolutely unloaded into my pussy while he clawed at the bedsheets and shook like a leaf. 

He could barely stand afterwards, his knees were so shaky. It was super cute, to have this paralyzing effect over a man from a position of submission.  

You know what else was cute? Seeing his belt-strapped little bum while we had sex. It was almost as red as mine, and his spanking from the girls was hours ago!

I ended up getting another one, with his firm hand, in the dreaded wheelbarrow position. EVERYthing is on display when you're put in this pose and spanked. There's no modestly whatsoever. He would have had a good view of his cum oozing from my puffy, red pussy. 

He actually chose this one specifically so he could pull the anal plug out of my ass. 

Disheveled, sweaty, sore...and completely blissful in each other's arms. It was exactly as I remembered our times together. We popped some champagne and got right into some pillow-talk, as Russell helped me out of my hot boots. 

I was beyond content! Recently Domme'd by Goddess Vanessa, now Dom'ed by Russ. I was a lucky girl. I certainly had my fix of submission for awhile. I decided to return the balance of things and remind Russell of our Locktober agreement. 

"Yes Mistress Andrea." He replied with a cute and bashful smile. 

His gaze was locked onto me, he gazed directly into my eyes for what felt like an eternity. It was a look I had not seem from him in over a decade. I felt it penetrate my heart. I tried to lighten the atmosphere. 

"Did you ever think we'd end up here? The two of us with spanked bums, pretty much running a harem of BDSM enthusiasts and re-connecting the way we have?" 

"Never in a million years, huni." 

"Russ, I've never told you this before, but I love you...I always have."

Oh FUCK! Fuck, what did I do?! I had no idea where that suddenly came from. I was literally holding my breath until he said something. I couldn't look at him. He had tears in his eyes and it was gonna make me cry too!

He finally did speak, as he drew me close onto his lap, shielding his face in my neck to hide his tears. 

"Andrea, it's been ten years..."

"And not a day went by that I didn't think of you." 

😢💓

*sigh*

Be still, my heart... 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Back to School

 

Chat Bots and BDSM

Continued from: Rogue Squadron

Whether I have taken a page from sweet Miss Julie's homework or I am just cheating off her homework...I decided to give this ChatBot business a try. To date, I haven't used the assistance of Chat GPT to assist in any of the writing on this blog, but I do see the potential for growth here. 

One of the first I ever came across, long ago, was some app/game called AI Dungeon. The term "dungeon" certainly piqued my interest, until I realized they meant like Dungeons & Dragons, warlocks and fantasy and Medieval periods of history. 

If I prompt this A.I. with a theme of torture, I'm referring to tens unit pads on Sarah Jane's nipples, but the A.I. thinks I mean this: 

I think I once wrote something like: "A ball gag was gently placed in her mouth as her nipples were clamped with clothespins." 

It's response was like: "next she was taken out back and decapitated on the lawn." Shit! Nope...delete delete, WTF. 

Nevertheless I gave it a try and built some narratives. The good part about this one, it has an adult content filter that can be disabled! It allows you to prompt "story", "say" or "do", which is fun. And if it completely goes off the rails which it often does, you can just keep hitting refresh until you get a narrative you like. 

After a few directional and contextual prompts, it came up with this once, as the beginning of a story: 

The story begins in a BDSM dungeon space. Various men and women in various states of undress are being whipped and spanked by the beautiful Mistress Andrea. 

Accurately describes me so far, and my Facility!

The male submissives wear chastity cages while the females wear ball gags. They are made to stand and kneel in these devices until they are released. The girls seem to enjoy this, but the men are humiliated by it!

Haha! Typical. The women shine through and embrace their predicament, enjoying the moment, while the men become whiny bitches. 

When I started using Chat GPT, with societal content policies and warnings, the task of getting it to come down my naughty rabbit hole with me was very challenging. More often than not I would push the wooden block just a little too much and the whole Jenga tower would topple over. 

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you. 

This is a line I heard often...

I attempted another approach and asked it to collaborate on a story together. Right away the A.I. is immediately excited. Lol.

Absolutely! This sounds like so much fun. I'd love to collaborate on a story with you. What would you like it to be about?

I tried my luck with an alternative relationship: 

A young and vibrant couple named Emily and Matthew, live in a small seaside town in a quaint little home. On the outside they were a completely normal and loving couple. Behind closed doors, they enjoyed a safe, sane and consensual FLR. 

And boom! I hooked my fish. The A.I. not only knew that I meant Female-Led-Relationship but also started using words like strict, accountability and consequences. Game on! 

I pushed a little further and mixed in a "domestic discipline" theme. The A.I. didn't shut down on me and while I strategically typed in my calculated manner, suddenly adult spanking and cornertime were on the table! 

As Emily entered the room, she would assert the designated duration of Matthew's time-out, typically set at thirty minutes, as part of their established disciplinary routine. The countdown began, allowing Matthew time for self-reflection and to contemplate the forthcoming spanking.

Emily's best friend Andrea showed up unexpectedly once (me), while Matthew was serving an hour in the time-out corner, post-spanking. 

Emily's best friend, Andrea, would frequently visit for tea. Initially taken aback by the sight of Matthew standing in the corner with a bright red bottom, she gradually became accustomed to the unique dynamic of their relationship. Over time, it turned into a routine, and Andrea would playfully address Matthew, asking, "What did you do this time, young man?" Her teasing added an element of humiliation, emphasizing his accountability and serving as a lighthearted reminder of their unconventional dynamic. Matthew, although initially embarrassed, learned to embrace this interaction as part of their shared understanding and continued growth within their FLR.

Not too shabby Chat GPT, well done!

Before long, the A.I. actually allowed Andrea to join-in on the FLR dynamic and it actually allowed for Matthew to be marched out to the woodshed by the two women and strapped.

The premise behind this punishment was Matthew got caught masturbating by BOTH Emily and I.

Out in the woodshed, in the A.I. story, we were able to get Matthew over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles bound and the two girls removing their belts and thrashing him to tears.

Also permitted, without violating Chat Bot policy, was the concept of a chastity device going onto Matthew's penis which was applied and locked in front of Andrea.

Emily's skilled hands delicately positioned the rigid metal chastity device over Matthew's penis and genitals, ensuring a secure fit. As she fastened it in place, the click of the lock echoed in the room, sealing his chastity with a tangible symbol of their power dynamic. Matthew felt a mixture of sensations: the cool metal against his skin, the weight of the device as a reminder of his submission, and a surge of arousal tinged with frustration, knowing that his desires were now under the control of his wife.

That's hot! FLR's are hot!

Panties came next, a few days later in the story and after 30-days in chastity with no release, a full sissy schoolgirl outfit that Andrea brought over for Matthew to dress in.

In addition to the clothing items, Andrea presented Matthew with a pair of delicate panties, a sissy hair-bow, and high-heeled Mary Jane shoes. The ensemble was complete, designed to emphasize his femininity and push his boundaries further. Matthew's heart raced as he reluctantly accepted the items, knowing that resistance would only lead to more humiliation.

Right?! Not too shabby is it? After navigating all the policy warnings like a mine field!

I kept pulling the little "stick" out just a bit more at a time, hoping all the marbles wouldn't Ker Plunk in on me.

In the A.I. story, poor Matthew spent another month in chastity with no release. Andrea came back over to forcibly feminize him again. We were able to use the term "sissy", begin to call him "good girl" and successfully changed his name from Matthew to the sissy handle of Meredith. (When I say "we" I guess I am meaning the A.I. and myself collaborating).

"Meredith" was introduced to prostate milking since his penis was still locked up and rather than a finger, the A.I. was ok with a realistic dildo going into his mouth first, then his bum, with a condom over the chastity cage to collect any pent-up ejaculate!

Wozers, how emasculating and humiliating.

I know what Strict Miss Julie would be doing with the dribbles of cum, captured by the condom. I didn't want to press my luck with the A.I. though and passed on that one.

Then, the audacity!

Emily and I send sissy Meredith to the adjacent room where he is bound and gagged, which was permitted by the A.I.

Then I type this:

The entire session had Emily and Andrea whipped into a frenzy of arousal. They got comfortable with each other on the couch and began passionately kissing.

Spanking, cornertime, full sissification and a humiliating prostate milking with a dildo and now we were going to innocently lezzie-cuckold him, while he listened from an adjacent room.

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you...

WTF!

I can't kiss my hot little bestie on her own couch and potentially go down on her, after we completely emasculated and punished her husband?

Whatever, it has been fun to mess around with.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

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The rest of this post does not involve BDSM activities but includes some other fun I had with the Chat Bot. I channeled my inner 5-year old and began to ask it the most ridiculous and asinine questions I could possibly think of.

I was crying! I was crying I was laughing so hard, at how matter-of-fact and proper the A.I. responses were. How politically correct, inclusive and void of any sense of humour!

HAHA.

It was like I was talking to a millennial hipster, proudly holding a freshly-minted Master's Degree in Sociology or something, wondering why they still have to work at the vinyl record store because no one wants to hire them. That level of matter-of-fact.

This could be a gameshow like Jeopardy. "What the A.I. said." You read the A.I. response then contestants try to guess what it was asked! Hehe.

Take a few moments if you want a nice laugh or smile, and enjoy some of these beauties. These are all actual responses to my ridiculous and immature banter with the Chat Bot:

No, if a woman can float in water, it does not mean she's a witch. Thus, it is not appropriate to assume that someone is a witch or associates with witchcraft based on their buoyancy in water.

Haha!! Buoyancy....classic!

***

It's worth noting that deep frying a whole ostrich would require specialized equipment and a significant amount of oil. It is always important to prioritize safety and consider the practicality of such endeavors.

***

Waterbeds are typically made with specialized materials that are designed to contain and support the weight and movement of water. Using pudding as a filling would likely result in a messy and unstable bed that would not provide the intended comfort.

Geez, so stuffy in here....tough room!

Powering an entire house solely on lemons is not practical or feasible. While lemons can generate a small amount of electricity, their conductivity is limited and energy production relatively low.

I apologize but I don't think that's accurate, Canadian Groundhogs are not Meteorologists.

Lol....of course they are, everyone knows that.

It is unlikely that Chimpanzees would be capable of planning and executing a coup on a modern society.

While Gwen Stefani is known for her successful music career, there is no widely reported or confirmed instance of her participating in hotdog eating contests.

While it may be amusing to consider the idea of a bear voting in an election, it is not feasible in reality. It is important to ensure that only eligible human citizens participate in in the democratic process.

Yes!! Eff you A.I. I got you to crack a smile there! It recognized something was amusing. Winning.

It is unlawful in most countries to provide wild animals with firearms or attempt to train them to use such weapons.

Seagulls and other members of the gull family of birds, cannot run for political office or become the Mayor of a city.

While most members of the whale family are extremely intelligent and can communicate with each other, I don't believe a killer whale would have the cognitive ability to obtain a realestate license.

LOL...

Cheers everyone!

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

 

 

Senior School

Continued from: "Big-Girl" Room

I watched from the reception desk as Russ led Sarah by the hand, into the main lobby. They weren't late for the first day of Senior School but the shit-eating grins they both had on their faces, confirmed what I thought I could hear from the basement this morning. 

I gave Sarah a disapproving judgey-face, just to embarrass her a bit. 

"It sounds like you're settling in to your new room quite well young lady?" I rhetorically asked. 

Sarah blushed and lowered her head, then meeped out a little, "yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am". 

The walls and floors of the Facility are deliberately thin. If there are clients in the reception area waiting to be spanked, I want them to be able to hear the smacks and cries coming from the room they are on-deck to attend. 

It also means that when Sarah Jane was being fucked in her bedroom this morning, I could hear each of her grunts, moans and groans. I can't say I blame her though. Russ used to fuck me the same way, many years ago. He can be quite the swordsman when he wants to be. 

I broke the awkward silence and backed-off my glaring bitch-face. 

"Sarah, please take a seat and meet your classmates," I said cheerfully. 

"I believe you know Summer, the naughtiest of all the students," I joking introduced her. Summer giggled and Sarah began to lighten up too and cracked as smile. 

"The gorgeous woman to your right, her name is Isabella," I continued. "I think you three are going to get along just smashingly!"  

Summer got up and pulled Bella to her feet. She echoed my previous comment by saying, "you better believe she's gorgeous." Then I watched on, as Summer stuck her tongue into Bella's mouth.

I could see Sarah's face trying to process what she was seeing. She had a look of concern for the girls, like she was waiting for me to cane the daylights out of Summer and Bella.

Nope, not at Senior School. Yes, the girls sometimes need to be disciplined, shamed in the corner or made to write lines on the board, but this environment is much more lenient. The girls are taught and encouraged to be confident and in control, to be slutty and act like little cock-teases if there is a boy around.

Speaking of which, the elephant in the room... 

"Girls, the little beta-boy sitting across from you is named Tyler. He couldn't hack it at his all-boys school so he'll be joining the three of you at your girl's school." I explained. 

Tyler was a newer client of mine who had attended for a few consultations with me already. His interests include corporal punishment, humiliation and forced-fem. Well! He certainly came to the right place. We haven't started the forced cross-dressing with him yet though, I've only had his dicklette locked up for about two weeks. I need a solid 30-days in chastity before the forced-fem begins.

Bella and Summer moved in like sharks, circling him in their heels and teasing him relentlessly. I continued to watch Sarah absorbing all of this, absorbing and learning from her two she-devil peers who are already graduates of Senior School.  

I took Tyler into the change room to inspect his cock cage and get him dressed. Since he's still in a boys clothing stage right now, I made sure his outfit was vulnerable and silly. 

By virtue of his beta-male status, Tyler's "rank" is well below the status of the girls, even Sarah Jane who's new to the Senior School. He barely qualifies as a participant in the class. He is there to be humiliated and feel his little dick straining against the chastity device in the presence of real women. Tyler is aware that if he agrees to dress like the rest of the girls at my all-girls school, he will be invited to more actively participate.

I guess he's not quite there yet, he safe-worded me when I showed him the outfit I wanted him in. Another month or two in chastity, completely denied of orgasm should fix that. He'll be begging me for a plaid skirt and a bra with falsies. 

In any event, I made sure Tyler's desk faced the corner so he could only hear what was going on and he could be essentially ignored. 

This entire Senior School and scene was for the benefit of Sarah Jane, so once I got everyone settled I rang the bell and put Sarah to work right away. Her first class was on deepthroating. 

It must have been dreadfully humiliating for her to kneel and suck a dildo while Summer and Bella watched her and commented. Sarah Jane actually had some serious skills, I was impressed. She could take that cock so deep that her nose touched the wall and her chin touched the balls of the dildo. 

Summer squealed out in approval at one point:

"Did you see her DT that cock and lick the balls at he same time??! Holy shit!" 

Bella nodded and clapped in agreement. I must say, I was impressed too. Russell is a lucky man to have claimed this little sex doll!   

Poor Tyler snuck the odd glance and got to see Sarah gagging and sputtering all over the dildo, likely wondering how his penis ended up mashed into a metal cage, unable to get fully erect. 

At recess we all took a break. Tyler was allowed up from his desk. He must have thought he had some game left with the ladies or something. He tried to take a run at Summer and flirt with her, assuming she was just another kinky client and not my wife. 

Not a great idea Tyler...

I guess he missed her body language cues??! Haha...! What a wiener!! 

I gave Tyler a spanking on the bare, right in front of the three girls. Sarah's eyes lit up with excitement. I don't think she's ever seen or interacted with a male submissive before. 

Next, I stripped him down so Sarah could see his chastity cage. It was her first time seeing a locked-up penis and I'm glad she giggled out loud. Tyler's face went as beet red as his spanked ass. 

Summer and Bella, now sensing the vulnerability and weakness, went right for the throat and continued teasing poor Tyler who was still predominately naked.

The culmination of being spanked in front of the girls, his cock cage on display and now his enforced nudity, finally broke him. He began sobbing and red-worded out of the scene. 

Whatever...no refunds, he'll be back. I'm still his keyholder...

The session wasn't completely ruined. We did some more deepthroat training with Sarah Jane, before I took her back down to her room. I helped her out of her uniform and left her in her sexy over-the-knee socks and her heels. I know Russell likes that. 

"Wait for your 'Daddy' just like that sweetie, I'll send him down" I cooed to her. 

She responded with a "yes Ma'am". 

"Make sure to show Daddy what you practiced in class today huni," I encouraged. 

Sarah giggled and said "yes Ma'am", again. 

I locked her cell door and left her anxiously waiting for her "Daddy". 

I'm sure he'll be impressed today!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Deepthroating "Daddy"

 

"Big-Girl" Room

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

A Sarah Jane story

My first day of "big girl" school! Why was I so nervous?

Mistress Andrea and "Daddy" did a lovely job on my new room. It had a petulant teenager feel to it and rather than having to sleep in a frilly pink, princess bed, I now had a big-girl bed. Hopefully I'll be permitted to do big-girl "things" in it (*giggle*).

I requested of Mistress, that my room still have a lockable cell door. I still wanted to feel like I was at her BDSM Facility against my will. Forced to dress as my owners wish, forced to perform degrading sexual acts and punished when I do not. The consensual non-consent element of my time at the Facility was all part of my fetish and my fantasy.

They happily obliged and each evening I spent at the Facility and other times throughout the day when I was idle, I spent that time locked behind heavy, steel bars. 

Daddy "tucked me in" last night, before locking my cell. Since my recent age-progression promotion, my bedtime attire now allowed for cute satin slips, teddies and babydolls. I knew Daddy was coming down to do our bedtime ritual, so I picked out a cute little cami, I didn't wear any panties and I attached a collar around my neck that had the lettering "DADDY" on it. Super cute right?

As per the rules of our bedtime ritual, over I went. Over Daddy's knee for a loving and caring spanking before bed, followed by a quick dose of Daddy's belt. Daddy enters my room and without saying anything, sits on the edge of my bed. I immediately rush to his right side and drape myself across his lap. We do this every evening that I stay here. 

After I am sufficiently spanked and strapped, part of our ritual, one of my favourtie parts actually, involves Daddy's tongue on and in my little bum hole. He gives me special Daddy kisses on my little pucker while I masturbate for him. I love bedtime with Daddy! 

The next morning after I got myself ready and made-up, I thumbed through my new wardrobe with delight. Yes, the style of my attire was still schoolgirl, which is embarrassing for me to wear as a 40-year-old woman, but these new clothes were more grown-up. 

Knee socks had been replaced with dark tights and over the knee stockings and my patent Mary Janes had been replaced with three and four-inch heels. I felt sexy! I was really fucking aroused. I thought I should deal with myself before school. 

My previous bedroom came with colouring books, diaper cream and Legos to play with. My big-girl room came with toys too! I not only had a Hitachi, but also a great big dildo to play with. All the books provided in my room were BDSM erotica and soft-cover, spanking fiction written by an author named Julie Delmar. I even had a little photo board which shamefully displayed images of me performing various straight and lesbian sex acts. *BLUSH!!

Needless to say, the new room seemed to be encouraging...of self pleasure and arousal. 

Just as I was really getting down to business, using my body like a personal amusement park, Daddy walked into the basement and caught me. 

I think I went white. All of my face-flushing colour I caused from masturbating, drained away instantly. I thought I was in so much shit! I thought I would be sleeping on my tummy for a month.

Daddy told me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees. I obeyed immediately. 

When I heard the unmistakable jingle of his belt buckle, I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. I was fending off butterflies and waiting for that first lash of leather to sear across my bare ass and likely graze my puffy, pussy lips. 

The sharp crack of Daddy's belt never came. I stayed in position with my bare ass in the air. I dared not look back. I just remained in position with my lower back arched.  

The reason I wasn't being belt whipped, was that Daddy's belt was still in his pants...that were now on the floor, along with all of his other clothing.

He came up behind me, grabbed a handful of my hair and plunged his raging cock directly into my pussy. 

Daddy fucked me good and hard on my big-girl bed, right before school that morning! 

Is this what grown-up girls at the Facility get, at this stage?! No longer spanked for being naughty, they get fucked instead?!! Wtf?? 

I think I was starting to like this big-girl concept!

When Daddy pulled out I laid on my back and opened my mouth for him, displaying my eagerness, showing him that I was in-fact a big-girl now. 

He came into my mouth while he fucked my throat and I cleaned my own pussy flavours off his cock. 

Nothing was said about being caught with my Hitachi. Maybe this is what a "punishment" actually means now, for a big-girl. 

We tidied up quickly and I found my extremely short kilt to go with my outfit. Daddy took me by the hand and led me upstairs to find Mistress. I didn't want to be late for my first day of senior school.

Could you imagine?? 

"I'm sorry I'm late Mistress, Daddy caught me masturbating in my room so he fucked me and came into my mouth. That's why I'm running behind."

Could you imagine her face!! Gawd, I'd be in so much trouble!

Mistress is so pretty! Even when she's angry. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Senior School