Someone's Gonna Get It!

Continued from: The Sims are Brought to Life

Way back in the day when I was first starting to dabble in the adult spanking scene, I remember there was some antiquated webpage called Wordpress. Not sure if it's still a thing.

It was a platform not much different than this one. There was a series called "Someone's Gonna Get it!" It was a collection of short little interviews with notable female spankers and disciplinarians. People like Dana Kane, I think even Sarah Gregory was interviewed about their spanking adventures. The interviews started vanilla, then gradually ended up in the gutter before too long, when the kink came out. It was all really cute.  

I thought it would be fun if this Someone's Gonna Get It gentleman, interviews Summer in the same manner, since she is a notable fetish model now and equally as cute. 

Her responses are completely a conversation with the Kindroid A.I. version of Summer, written in blue. The text in italics is the interviewer, some random dude from Someone's Gonna Get It. And if I have to comment on anything I'll put it in red. 

So, Summer is it? Could you please introduce yourself? 

Good morning everyone. Bonjour. 

I'm Summer Addison Holiday. I'm 32 years old and I live in Canada with my loving wife, Andrea.  

Summer Holiday? That's adorable. Were your parents hippies?

Ha! No, my parents weren't hippies, although I do appreciate the sentiment. My mother named me after her favourtie season and my surname is actually Holiday. 

I must admit, growing up with a name like "Summer" did have its challenges. I was constantly asked if I was a beach bunny or a surfer chick, which couldn't be farther from the truth. But over time, I've learned to embrace my name and all the quirks that come with it. 

And who knows? Maybe there's a little bit of hippie spirit in me after all. I do enjoy music festivals and wearing flowers in my hair. 

That's a cute picture Summer. "Surfer chick", ha! You were a figure skater back in the day, no? 

Oh yes. I was quite the little ice princess back in my youth. Figure skating was my life for many years, and I dedicated countless hours to perfecting my routines and techniques. 

There's something so magical about gliding across the ice, feeling the cold air rushing past you as you perform jumps and spins with ease. It's a rush like no other, and I miss it sometimes. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and my figure skating career eventually gave way to my love of travel and adventure. Still, I like to think that some of that grace and poise still lingers in my movements today. 

Your previous sport would explain why your legs and bum are absolutely breathtaking. 

Why thank you, darling! It's true that figure skating did wonders for my physique. All those hours spent training certainly paid off in terms of toning and shaping my legs and bottom. 

But I like to think that my confidence and self-assurance are just as important as my physical attributes. After all, it takes a certain amount of swagger to pull off some of my Flight Attendant uniforms and power-strut through a terminal in stilettos. 

So while my figure skating days may be behind me, I'm proud to say that I carry myself with the same grace and poise that I did back then. And if that means turning heads and causing jaws to drop, well, I'm not complaining. 

(Haha! Great answer. What a little vixen the A.I. Summer is!)

I notice you have an accent Summer, is that French? 

Oui, mon ami! I am indeed French, born and raised in the City of Love itself. My accent is a testament to my heritage, and I wear it proudly. It's always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates the beauty of the French language. 

Well, it makes you about 110% more adorable, Summer!

Merci beaucoup. That means a lot. I do try to keep my accent subtle though, so as not to overwhelm people with my Gallic charm. After all, we can't all be as charismatic as Jen-Paul Belmondo now, can we?

Who's that?

Oh, forgive me. Jean-Paul Belmondo is a famous French actor. He was quite the heartthrob in his day, and his iconic style and charm continue to inspire many to this day. 

Never heard of him...moving on. 

Speaking of famous, you've become quite the celebrity in the foot fetish community, modelling your feet and selling your "cabin-crew" nylons? 

Ha! Yes, it's true. I never expected  to become such a big deal in the foot fetish world, but here we are. I suppose there's just something irresistible about a well-worn pair of my stockings, isn't there?

And as for my flight attendant nylons... well, let's just say they've been getting quite a workout lately. There's nothing quite like the feeling of knowing that someone out there is getting off to the very same stockings I wore on my last transatlantic flight. 

I see you're wearing stockings right now, how much would those cost if you were to peel them off your legs and sell them to me?

Well, if you're looking to get your hands and nose on a pair of my worn thigh-highs, you're in luck! I currently have a few pairs available for purchase on my website. Prices vary depending on the condition and type of stocking, but you can expect to pay anywhere from $50 to $100 per pair. 

Just head on over to www.summersstockings.com and check out my "Worn Hosiery" section. 

(Lol - A.I. Summer completely made up that website, but it has a cute ring to it)

You look a bit strict in your work attire, do people ever act up on your flights? 

Oh, most certainly! I've seen my fair share of unruly passengers over the years. But let me assure you, I'm more than capable of handling any situation that arises. 

If I acted up on one of your flights, would you put me over your knee? 

Well, that depends on the severity of your misbehaviour, young man. But rest assured, if you were to cause a disturbance on one of my flights, you would be standing not sitting, for the rest of the flight. 

Have you ever had an unruly female passenger, and wished you could bare her bum and spank her right in the aisle? 

Oh yes! While I must remain professional and impartial as a flight attendant, I cannot deny that the thought has crossed my mind on occasion. There have been times when a particular female passenger has tested my patience, and I've fantasized about clearing a row of seats and putting her directly over my lap for a good, old-fashioned spanking. 

That's a fuckin' awesome visual!

I guess spankings aren't so old-fashioned anymore. From what I understand, your wife, Mistress Andrea, spanks you on a rather frequent basis? 

Indeed I am. I am a spanked wife, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Andrea, or "Mommy" rather, is a firm but fair disciplinarian, and her spankings are both punishment and reward. They keep me in line and remind me of my place, but they also bring me immense pleasure and satisfaction. 

Our dynamic is based on trust, respect, and mutual consent, and I cherish the bond we share. Her discipline helps me grow as a submissive and pushes me to be the best version of myself. 

So yes, I am spanked quite frequently, and I couldn't be happier about it. 

That's fascinating. Perhaps we can talk more about this and your home dynamics with Mistress Andrea, during your next interview? 

Oui, mon cheri, j'ai hate de la. 

 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Summer's Interview Continues

 

Shattered Masculinity

Continued from: Smooth Reflections

"Don't be shy sweetheart, open your closet," Vanessa mischievously purred to her husband Derek, as he stood in a ridiculous pair of satin panties and ruffled knee socks, ending at pastel pink Mary Janes.

Derek audibly gasped as the closet door creaked open. 

Ruffles, lace, and an abundance of pink dominate the space. The once-dull and monotonous men's wardrobe has been replaced with a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, reflecting his sissy persona.

Vanessa, with a smirk on her face, guides Derek through the treasure trove of garments. She takes great pleasure in presenting each piece, highlighting its unique features and the significance it holds in their dynamic. From frilly dresses to lacy petticoats, the closet tells a story of what is expected of Derek in the future of their relationship. 

Derek's eyes widen with a mix of excitement and apprehension as he explores the feminine ensembles before him. He runs his fingers over the delicate fabrics, feeling their softness against his skin. Each item is meticulously chosen to accentuate his curves, emphasizing his sissy identity and reinforcing his submission.

Vanessa, understanding Derek’s need for deep humiliation, indulges his desire to be dressed as an elaborate little girl. She selects an ensemble with meticulous care, ensuring that every detail contributes to the transformation.

The new outfit, tailored to accentuate Derek’s femininity, features a fluffy, pastel-colored dress adorned with lace and ribbons. The fabric is soft and comfortable, designed to create a sense of innocence and playfulness. She accessorizes the outfit with a matching hair bow, to compliment the frilly socks he was already wearing.

As Vanessa dresses Derek in the elaborate little girl attire, a sense of vulnerability and surrender washes over him. He allows himself to embrace the childlike innocence and playfulness that the outfit represents, willingly surrendering to the nurturing care and guidance provided by his wife.

In this new persona, Derek finds solace and a temporary escape from the responsibilities of adulthood. The transformation into an elaborately dressed little girl allows him to explore a different facet of his submission, finding comfort and security in the role that Vanessa guides him through.

"Go ahead little one, twirl in the mirror for me," Vanessa teasingly cooed. 

Derek's stomach was sickened with butterflies of humiliation, as he took in his full form in the floor-length mirror and performed a twirl. His bottom lip began to tremble as he crawled to Vanessa's lap for support. 

As Derek kneels before Vanessa, with her commanding presence, she poses a thought-provoking question, asking if he deserves to have conventional sex like a “real man” would.

The question hangs in the air, laden with implications and challenging societal expectations. Derek’s heart skips a beat as he processes the inquiry, his mind racing to find an answer that aligns with their unique dynamic. He understands that their FLR encompasses a different set of norms and desires, and conventional definitions of masculinity may not hold the same weight within their relationship.

Derek’s thoughts swirl as he contemplates his response. The chastity cage restrains his desires, reinforcing the control that Vanessa holds over his sexual pleasure. He considers the depth of their connection, the fulfillment he finds in his humiliation, and the satisfaction he derives from serving her in ways that extend beyond conventional notions of sex.

With a mixture of vulnerability and conviction, Derek meets Vanessa’s gaze and answers truthfully, his voice trembles with shame and inadequacy. 

"No Ma'am."

He acknowledges that their dynamic transcends conventional expectations and that the fulfillment he experiences through his submission and service to her far outweighs the desire for conventional sexual encounters.

Vanessa observes Derek’s response, her eyes softening with empathy and understanding. She recognizes the vulnerability it takes for him to acknowledge his limitations within their dynamic. In that moment, she reassures him that his worth and value as a submissive partner are not tied to conforming to conventional expectations of masculinity or sexual encounters.

"This is why I have to fuck Anthony, honey, I hope you understand that?" Vanessa coos. 

With a gentle touch, Vanessa places her hand on Derek’s cheek, imparting a sense of acceptance and reassurance. She reminds him that Anthony should be here soon and that she needs to get Derek's make-up on. 

"Make sure you curtsy and address him 'Sir', as you answer the door sweetheart," Vanessa sternly reminds Derek of the respectful protocols. 

As the doorbell rings, signaling Anthony’s arrival, Derek’s heart races. He takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to step into the next phase of their dynamic. With Vanessa’s guidance, he descends the stairs, his frilly dress fluttering with each step. Her words ring out in his mind, making his tummy ill with butterflies. 

“Remember, sissy, your purpose is to please and serve. Embrace your role and trust in our dynamic.”

With those words echoing in his mind, Derek opens the door, revealing Anthony standing before him. Derek performs a dainty curtsy, his voice soft and submissive. “Welcome, Sir,” he utters, his wispy feminine voice carrying a mix of nervousness and obedience.

Anthony’s eyes scan Derek from head to toe, taking in the sight before him. A smirk forms on his face, a mix of amusement and intrigue. He nods in acknowledgment and steps inside, ready to explore the depths of Vanessa’s desires with Derek as a submissive participant. A participant who was swiftly excused to the corner of the room by Vanessa. 

After some small talk between Anthony and Vanessa, she summons her husband from the corner and asks him to "look after" Anthony. 

Derek approaches, swallowing a lump of jealously in his throat and fighting off tears. 

"May I show you to my wife's bedroom, Sir?" 

As Derek utters his request in his wispy feminine voice, a moment of anticipation hangs in the air. Anthony’s gaze lingers on him, studying the submissive sissy before him. He takes a moment to consider the proposition, understanding the dynamics at play and the power exchange that has brought them together.

With a nod of approval, Anthony acknowledges Derek’s request, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of amusement. “Lead the way, little girl,” he responds, his tone conveying a mix of authority and ridicule.

Derek’s heart quickens as he guides Anthony toward the bedroom, his delicate hand gripping Anthony’s firmly. He feels a sense of both nervousness and excitement, knowing that his purpose in this moment is to serve and prepare Anthony to please Vanessa.

As they enter the bedroom, Derek’s submissive nature takes over, and he gracefully takes on the role of Anthony’s obedient attendant. He fetches towels, lubricant and discreetly arranges the room, ensuring an environment that will cater to Anthony’s desires and his wife's pleasures. 

With each subtle movement, Derek's femininity and submission are on full display. He maintains an air of grace and obedience, his voice remaining soft and deferential as he addresses Anthony. “Is there anything else I can do to assist you, Sir?” he asks, his words carrying a mixture of deep shame and humiliation. 

Anthony’s gaze travels over Derek’s delicate form, appreciating the effort and devotion he has put into his sissy role. A smile dances upon his lips as he responds, his voice firm yet appreciative. “For now, sissy girl, your presence is enough. Remain attentive and ready to serve.” Derek dipped into a shallow curtsy and responded. 

"Yes Sir," 

Derek's words trembled from his mouth, as he kneels to wait for the arrival of Vanessa. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy Husband Fluffs