Country Roads, Take me Home

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Revelations

It would seem that naughty little tart, Tara Gregory, has been completely stealing my thunder with her step-Daddy stories and using A.I. to eclipse my original works. 

Well, let me get my eclipse glasses on here, sweetheart. Two can play at this game! 

*****

The phone on my desk buzzes, interrupting my morning yoga. I take a deep exhale before answering, my voice cool and collected, ready to address whatever request the day brings.

"Good morning, this is Mistress Andrea speaking." On the line, I hear the familiar voice of Cassandra, my ever-efficient receptionist. "Nancy called, Ma'am. She has requested an appointment for the woodshed, the usual story with her, right, a good whuppin from "Daddy"...shall I confirm?"

With a satisfied smile, I nod, already envisioning the scene. "Yes, Cassie, please schedule her in for tomorrow afternoon. And remind her to bring the necessary outfit. 

As I hang up the phone, I rise from my pose and walk over to the window, gazing down at the ominous woodshed in the back garden. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the mossy ground. Tomorrow, my beloved client, Nancy, will be marched out to the shed in shame, dressed in her demure, county-style attire. A simple gingham dress and socks with sandals, to truly tap into her age regression desires. As usual, I'll be playing the role of her farm-hardened "Daddy". 

The next day, the appointment hour arrives. Dressed in her usual Sims outfit, Nancy strides sheepishly towards the steps of my home. 

I hadn't changed into my role yet. I usually do a more therapeutic and professional consultation with her before we begin, to establish her needs and the reasons she is harbouring for wanting a trip to the strict and unforgiving woodshed. 

It had been a few months since I'd seen Nancy, so after greeting her warmly, we had some tea together and I took a little extra time to make her feel at ease, despite her inevitable fate.

When it was time, I pointed to the corner of the room. Nancy's face was stricken with embarrassment and was about to lift her skirt and lower her panties but I stopped her. Nancy is on the wrong side of 40, she has a successful career and adult children. Although naked cornertime and bare-bottomed cornertime has its time and place, sometimes it can be equally humiliating for an adult woman, to stand and face the walls fully dressed, in her adult attire.

I loosely kept an eye on her for the next 25 minutes, while I changed and got into character. Rather than "marching her" out to the shed as I usually do, this time I kindly asked her to change, do her hair properly and meet "Daddy" outside. 

This should be deliciously frightening for her, when she sees me waiting like this. And yes, I am wearing that belt for a reason! 

Pretty soon, I hear the sound of her little patent dress-sandals, crushing the pebble walk-way. Nancy walks nervously toward the woodshed, her sundress fluttering in the soft breeze, a vision of innocence and submission. 

I can't help but admire her determination to explore this side of herself. As she approaches, she lowers her eyes in respect, hands clasped tightly in front of her. 

"I'm here for my punishment, Daddy." She sobs out, as tears pool into her eyes. 

"Nancy," I greet her sternly, taking her trembling hands in mine. "Please remove your dress right here, and place it on the straw bale, then in you go." 

Her palms instinctively clutched her bottom cheeks, clad in little cotton panties adorned with tiny pink flowers, the style a little girl would wear.

Stepping into the dimply lit woodshed, I took a moment to appreciate the ambiance. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and aged timber, lending an organic quality to the space. Cobwebs lace the corners of the ceiling, and shafts of golden light pierce the darkness through the gaps in the weathered planks. My heeled boots echo on the uneven floorboards as I lead Nancy inside. 

As I close the door behind us, the soft thud resonates in the silence, amplifying Nancy's apprehension. She looks around at the various implements hanging on the walls - straps, paddles, canes and whips - each with its unique purpose and effect. My gaze sweeps over her petite frame, noting how her braided pigtails contrast sharply with the harsh reality of her impending punishment. Her hands are clenched tightly, knuckles white, as she tried to suppress her anxiety. 

Her breath comes in short gasps as I guide her towards the sturdy oak pillory positioned in the centre of the shed. She hesitates for a fraction of a second, but then lowers her neck and wrists into the crescents, bending over and presenting her pristine bottom for correction. 

I close and secure the top portion of the pillory, applying a brass padlock to the hinged clasp. I move behind her, eyeing her exposed bottom appreciatively. Her round cheeks are milky white and unblemished, save for the goosebumps that have risen in anticipation. I run a hand along the arched expanse of her back, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. "You know why you're here, don't you, young lady?" My warm breath and frim touch sends shivers down her spine. 

Nodding and weeping, Nancy confirms her awareness of the awaiting punishment. I pat her gently, reassuringly. "Good girl. You know this is for your own good, honey." 

Reaching for my heavy leather belt, I jingle the buckle free and slide it slowly through the loops of my jeans, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet woodshed. I double it over, testing its weight in my hand before resting it against her vulnerable backside, allowing her to feel its presence. 

With one final look at my target, I raise the belt high above my shoulder. Time seems to slow as it arcs through the air, landing with a resounding crack against the seat of her panties. Nancy's entire body jolts, a strangled cry escaping her lips - the symphony of discipline and surrender. I watch intently as the first welt rises, a stark line marring her perfect complexion, partially obstructed by the cotton veil of her panties which were offering modesty but little protection. 

I instructed Nancy to count each stroke of the belt aloud, teaching her the value of humility and obedience. With every impact, her cries grow louder, her apologies more fervent. 

Twenty lashes with her panties up and twenty lashes with her panties down. It was a thorough and exhaustive strapping for her. Her bottom is a sight to behold, a beautiful canvass of welts, red stripes and some bruising. 

Like an artist adding the final touches, I used my hand to try and blend out her colour and spread the welting more evenly. 

Once Nancy was released from the pillory, I took her outside the shed as-IS! I took her by the bicep as she used her free arm to wipe her tears and snot, before I led her silently down the pebble path and into the main house. 

I lead her to the designated corner of my living room - nose pressed to the wall and hands on her head. Her reddened bottom points toward the centre of the room, a visual testament to her submission and vulnerability. 

"One hour, young lady!" I declare sternly, listening to her whimper in response to my harsh sentence. 

I sat down and played on my phone after setting her timer, keeping a close watch on this adult woman in my living room corner. She remained motionless, save for the occasional hitching of her chest when she resumed her sobbing. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at her absolute submission, knowing that I am providing her with the escape that she needs. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Anal Virginity

Tara Gregory: Daddy's Girl

Continued from: Early Days

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

The following day, I woke up feeling anxious and confused. Seeing my mother get a spanking like a naughty child had shaken me to my core, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. As I made my way downstairs for breakfast, I found myself dreading the thought of interacting with my stepdad after what I had witnessed. Just the awkwardness about it was enough to make my skin crawl. 

When I entered the kitchen, Richard was already there, cooking up a storm on the stove. He greeted me warmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened the previous day. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," he said with a smile, before turning to give me a hug. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you," I replied, returning his embrace and inhaling the comforting scent of his aftershave.

I took a seat at the table after pouring some coffee. We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, both lost in our own thoughts. Eventually, Richard spoke. 

"Tara, I want to talk to you about last night," he said, fixing me with a steady gaze. "I realize what you saw may have been disturbing for you, but I assure you that everything between your mother and I couldn't be better."

I nodded, feeling a warm blush creeping up my neck as I remembered furiously masturbating in my bed last night, fantasizing about the spanking I had witnessed. I had several back-arching orgasms, imagining it was me who was getting spanked. Did I really want this? Why did I feel so strangely aroused by the commanding presence of my Stepdad?

I hesitated for a moment before speaking up, terrified if I really wanted to bring up what I was about to bring up.

"Daddy..." I began tentatively, "can I ask you something?" 

I used the term "Daddy" for the first time as he instructed me to do. It felt strange on my tongue, but oddly comforting. 

"Of course, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the words that were about to come out of my mouth. "Last night, when you were spanking my Mom...it made me think about my own behaviour in college. How out of control I was, and how much trouble I got myself into."

Daddy's eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but he remained silent, waiting for me to continue. 

"I just...I wish someone had been there to punish me back then," I admitted, my voice wavering slightly. "Someone who could have helped me learn from my mistakes and become a better person."

A flicker of understanding passed across Daddy's face, and he gave me a sympathetic smile. "I can see why that would be difficult for you, Tara. College is time of exploration and self-discovery, but it can also lead to poor choices, guilt and regrets." 

I nodded, feeling a weight begin to lift off my shoulders. Then...with my stomach in knots, I went for it.

"Do you think...could you maybe help me with that now, Daddy?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for his response. 

"Help me learn from my past mistakes and become a better person?" 

Daddy's expression softened, he got up and walked over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders and looking me straight in the eye. 

"Of course, Tara," he said firmly. "On a hook on the back of my bedroom door you'll find my heavy leather belt, go retrieve it and meet me in the family room."

Relief flooded through me at his words, along with a sickening fear in my stomach and a pulsing in my clit. The range of sensations and emotions I was experiencing was so confusing to me. I nuzzled my body back into his warm embrace. I began to cry and sniffled out a, "yes, Daddy," while he held me in his strong arms. 

As I made my way down the hallway to Daddy's bedroom, my hands were trembling with anticipation. I couldn't believe I was about to receive my first spanking as an adult - and from my own Stepfather no less! 

Just as I was about to reach for the doorknob, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I saw Mom walking toward me with a concerned look on her face.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on my cheek. "You've been crying..."

I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak. "I'm fine, Mom. Daddy just asked me to go get his belt."

A hint of understanding flashed across her features, and she gave me a small smile. "Ah, I see. He's been wanting to 'speak' with you about your time away at college"

"I know Mommy. I...I need this." I squeaked out. 

"Be strong, Tara. Remember that Daddy only wants what's best for you, okay?" 

Nodding in agreement, I burst back into tears, as feelings of being a disappointment washed over me. I opened the door and stepped inside Daddy's room. I could feel my pulse racing as I exposed the back of the door, where he told me his heavy belt would be hung. 

Reaching up with my little hands, I took down the belt and held it tightly in my grasp. It felt cool and smooth against my skin, and I couldn't help but shiver at he thought of what was to come. 

With one final glance around the room, I made my way back out into the hallway and headed towards the family room where Daddy was waiting. My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it thumping in my ears. 

Soon enough, I found myself standing before Daddy, my hands shaking as I held out the belt to him. He took it from me and set it down on the couch. Daddy's voice broke through my thoughts, startling me out of my reverie. "Tara, I need you to take off your pajamas." 

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as I realized what was about to happen. Slowly, hesitantly, I lifted my hands to the buttons of my top, fumbling slightly as my fingers trembled with nerves. Next I slipped my bottoms off, letting them fall to the floor, leaving me clad only in my panties and bra. 

Seeing me standing there half-naked, Daddy's gaze softened. My hands instinctively went to my head, as I saw my mother do last night before she was spanked. 

My mind was racing with a million different thoughts and emotions, but one thing was certain - I needed this, no matter how painful and humiliating it would prove to be. 

Daddy's voice broke through my inner turmoil, his words gentle yet firm. "Tara, your bra and panties too, sweetheart. I want them off." 

I hesitated for a moment, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as tears streamed down my face. I unclasped my bra and let it fall, my nipples hardening instantly. Nodding my continued assent, I slowly slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, leaving me completely naked before my Stepfather. 

His eyes roamed over my body appreciatively, taking in every curve and dimple. Then, with a pat to his lap, he invited me to get over his knee. The contact of my bare skin against his strict lap was electrifying, yet I was too mortified to become aroused in the moment.

Daddy placed his meaty palm on the small of my back, to pin me in place as he raised his other hand high above my upturned bottom. 

"We're going to have a little chat about your time away at college, young lady," he spoke. "Just remember to breathe through it and try to stay still..." 

Tara Gregory 🍑

Continued in: Daddy's New Rules

   

 

Judicial Authority

Continued from: Machine Learning

OMG I'm so excited! We actually did it! Summer and I installed and fully decorated a judicial punishment wing at The Facility. I'm beyond enthralled with how everything turned out and we will soon be accepting clients who wish to have an immersive, judicial punishment experience. 

The pylons still kill me! Haha

But I love the fact that she's fully naked from the waist down and that her feet are bare also. Super vulnerable and cute! 

Speaking of cute...look how friggen adorable I am, in my white wig and judicial robes!

When we advertise "immersive experience", you know we take things to the next level of realism, right? Remember the 1950-60s farmhouse experience? We're still booking sessions there with Ed and Lorraine, if anyone is interested. 

The courtroom here was no different, as far as deep immersion. Let me show you around. 

Summer and I couldn't find the official portrait of King Charles so we found some stuffy, Colonial-looking types and hung them on the wall. A court of the great nation of Canada, flag needed...check. 

Let me zoom out here: 

Looks great, doesn't it? Like, "approach the bench" great. 

We did a full dress rehearsal to work out any kinks, pun intended. Cassandra volunteered to be the accused, cuz she's a complete spaz and fearless.

We have the witness stand to my left. Future clients of this experience may wish to bring a character witness to plead with the court on their behalf. Testimony of good character might work, to have your sentence reduced. 

 Summer played the role of my Bailiff, she looked awesome and hot! 

The role of the Bailiff would be to move prisoners throughout the experience from their trial, to their conviction and ultimately their sentencing and punishment. I'll explain the process we decided on shortly. 

The Bailiff is also responsible for enforcing the rules of the court. Silly boys...You want to watch a poor female be spanked huh, and leer at her most intimate parts? Well it's going to cost you in my courtroom! 

Yes there will be witnesses in the gallery to watch your trial and ultimately, your judicial punishment. You can book with us to watch, rather than actively participate. 

The desk on the right will be your special counsel, the defence, arbitrating on your behalf. Clients are on their own to bring someone, or try to defend yourself. My counsel, the attorney representing the Crown, will likely be Cassandra. I know she'll seek the maximum sentence each time, especially with the male clients. I would suggest you bring a strong defence counsel, Cassie will be ruthless at this role! Hehe 

Oh...the pitchers of water, you can't have a courtroom without the pitchers of water. 

We have our "all-rise" moment as I enter the room (as it should be all the time, in a Femdom world!).

You will be business-formal as Cassandra is here, for your attire, in MY courtroom. Women, that means you are to attend in heels and hosiery with sharp business wear. Men, suits and ties and variations of...penises in cages and the keys turned over to the Bailiff.

I'll address you for the first time and tell you what you stand accused of and ask in what manner you would like to plea. 

When we start booking clients for this, we actually want real reasons! 

It will be far more butterfly-churning for you and far more immersive if it's a real-life event. Speeding ticket, red-light camera, minor fender-bender. Went out with some friends, drank too much and ended up puking the next morning. Something that once you are before the court, you'd just lower your head and plead guilty to. Then we don't need a trial. 

Cassie, again because she's a spaz...wanted to be accused of sodomy. Lol...Jesus, Cassandra. 

Antiquated term for butt-sex that actually used to be illegal. She explained to the court that she begged some dude to fuck her in the ass recently and cum into her bowels. There was so much detail in her story it was probably true, but she was elaborating for the two silly boys watching from the gallery and throbbing in their cock cages no doubt. 

So...I found her guilty of sodomy. *shrug*

Summer stepped in and officially placed her under arrest and took her away. 

Clients, this is where you will now be taken, stripped naked and provided inmate orange, white cotton panties or briefs and nothing more. Stripped of your corporate and professional elegance, your feet will also be bare. 

From here, the Bailiff will bring you back before me for sentencing, and you will hear for the first time, what awaits you. 

Cassandra Leigh Goth, you have pleaded guilty to the offence of sodomy, thereunto by your own culpability, did take a man's erected penis into your anus for the purposes of sexual gratification. 

The case is prima facie, justifying the verdict of guilt. You are hereby sentenced to twenty-seven and one-half minutes on the spanking machine! 

Cassie almost squealed with delight upon hearing the sentence. Summer was smirking from her position of attention, at the detail and the language I used in my judicial sentencing order. 

Clients, upon hearing your sentence you will be taken away and jailed. We were thinking an hour would be good...to dwell upon your sentence and let the butterflies of anticipation rage. 

When the hour is up, you will remove your pants and underpants and have bondage cuffs added to your wrist and ankles. 

You will be marched back into the courtroom, Donald Ducking-it from the waist down. 

The gallery will lurch and gasp and cover their mouths, upon seeing your shame and humiliation. Once positioned, bare bums and genitals will face the audience, always!

The Robospanker or similar device will be wheeled into position and set to the allotted time. Your wrists and ankles will be secured to the punishment bench. 

A final order from the court, me...You may proceed. 

Look! I found CONES. Fuck ya! 

And the machine whirls to life! I'm using this image twice I like it so much. 

Ouchie!

Cassie was a trooper. 

The girls and I were debating on what comes after the spanking machine. Another hour in the cell, no pants, no underpants perhaps? This would allow the clients to rub their sore bottoms, cry if they need to, nap...masturbate. We'll make sure there's a mirror in there to do the "red-check". Someone like Miss Julie would likely want to look at her red bum in the mirror and diddle her little clit.

What do you think? We love it! Cassie loved the session and the immersion into such a detailed experience. 

I was listening to "The Spanko Podcast" the other day. People from that lovely community actually do shit like this. The spanking parties they host, the ones that attract powerhouses like Sarah Gregory and such, they have a whole judicial option to experience. Wild! 

And now I do too! Haha

Bookings are open my cherished clients, who's gonna be first? 

Want a preview first? Here's the video from the original image on this post. Source is Xhamster and the source website is spankingcourt.com. It's awesome!

Spanking Court

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

  

Kindroid: Dominatrix

 

Busted!

Continued from: Good cop, Bad cop

When Russell and I used to play back in the day, we didn't quite dabble in roleplay. Yes, I was frequently in a schoolgirl uniform but no one was the "Principal", I hadn't cheated on a test, nor was I caught smoking in the girl's room. I was dressed in that manner because it was more vulnerable and humiliating for an adult woman, then I was spanked for real-life reasons, rather than roleplay. 

Russell had my implied or at least my suggested permission, when I first asked him about the hall-pass night with my wife. Could I really punish him for this? He didn't come right out an ask me directly, "Ma'am, are you sure you're ok if I have sex with Summer?" I guess this is what I was a little miffed about, but...I was having a difficult time processing a real punishment, for an idea that I approached him with. 

Nevertheless, he thinks he's going to get punished. He read me a Miss Julie story about how he wants to be punished. I guess we can do a roleplay for this one, since there's cosplay involved anyway. 

Miss Julie's story that he read aloud to me, with his pants and undies around his ankles, was called "Speeder Punished". 

Once I arranged all the logistics for this scene, I briefed Russell on how it was going to begin but shared no further details.

Out behind the farmhouse that I bought, there is a little plot of land that looks like a park. It "should" be private enough to start the scene here, while still feeling exposed and outdoors. The girls were all dressed and ready to go, I was ready as their dispatcher. It was time to press play. 

Russell...you're about to get busted! 

(Is this issued police equipment now?)

*****************

Russell sat nervously on a park bench, under the watchful eyes of Officer Summers and Officer Cassidy, who had just pulled him over for excessively speeding. The diesel exhaust from the nearby tow-truck was offensive to his senses, as he watched his M5, BMW getting loaded onto the flatbed.

"You can seriously be arrested for just speeding?!" He pleaded with the stunning and youthful, brunette policewoman. 

"When you're travelling 106 in a 50, yes you can. It's called dangerous driving." She replied, sounding genuinely pissed off. 

"And how long do you have to take my car for?" Russell whined to them. 

"The impound for stunt driving is 14 days, Mr. Burnett." The shockingly beautiful, blonde policewoman said. 

"Please no! I can't go to jail. I can't lose my car for 14 days, I need that...for work, Ma'am." He began to plead more desperately with Officer Summers. 

"There must be some other way? It was just speeding Ma'am." He mewled to Officer Cassidy. 

Officer Cassidy immediately snarled back at him. "Just speeding!? You were a danger to not only yourself but everyone else on the road! Don't you 'just speeding' me you motherfu..."

"CASSIDY!" 

Officer Summers shouted, snapping her back into her role of professionalism, before she went too far. 

"Keep your cool, Officer", Summers said to her brunette partner. "He looks like the sort who would complain about us, or rat us out...even if we DID give him a break." 

"Please NO! That's not me! Honest!" Russell resumed his whining to the officers, as he suddenly stood from his seated position. "I wouldn't say a thing, if you'd just give me a break." 

"SIR YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN, are you in crisis?!" Officer Cassidy barked at him. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back, NOW!" 

"These are for your safety as well as mine." Cassidy said to him, as the metal handcuffs chattered down upon Russell's wrists. (Summer was covering her mouth to hold in a giggle-fit, watching Cassandra absolutely nail her role). 

Summers turned to Cassidy and smirked. Russell, for the first time, saw a small glimmer of hope as her playfulness started to shine through her rigid uniform. 

"Remember the alternative thing we always talk about doing to speeders, instead of jail and tickets?” Summers asked Cassidy. 

"You think? Him?" Officer Cassidy responded. 

Russell interrupted immediately. "Yes, ME! There's an alternative to jail? And not having my car towed? 

"There is." Officer Summers purred, her tone far more devious and seductive. 

"It's called administrative discipline", Cassidy added. 

"What's administrative discipline?" Russell asked nervously. 

With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Officer Summers sat beside him and very bluntly said, "it's a good, old fashioned, belt whuppin". 

She ran her gloved-hands across the glossy-looking police belt that housed her kit and weaponry. 

"This was my Daddy's old police belt. Heavy-duty leather and well seasoned, unlike that nylon crap the new kids wear." Summer explained. 

Russell gulped in fear but the thought of going to jail and losing his car, quickly swayed his decision. 

"A whuppin'....like a spanking Ma'am?" He meekly asked. 

"That's right, Lead-Foot, on the bare too!" Officer Cassidy interjected. "You're not going to puss-out, half-way through are you. Or tell on us are you?" 

Russell hung his head in shame, contemplating his options. Cassidy could see where his decision making was heading and went to speak to the tow-truck driver, who was none too impressed with losing this tow and the subsequent impound fees. 

"I said TAKE the car off the flatbed greaseball, before I do a commercial inspection on your truck over there," Office Cassidy threatened, her female dominance now oozing from every pore.

As Officer Cassidy was arguing with the tow-truck driver, Officer Summers had removed her utility belt and was beginning to slide all the pouches and equipment off of it, placing them in the trunk of the car. 

She returned to Russell, the supple, antique belt now doubled over and held firmly in her right hand. 

"Well Mr. Burnett, what's it gonna be?" 

"I...I don't want to go to jail Ma'am", he muttered out, his bottom lip beginning to quiver. 

Summer leaned her chin toward her shoulder-mounted radio and simulated a call to dispatch, the role I was playing from home with a corresponding radio.

"Sierra 2-12..."

Sierra 2-12, go ahead

"Could you mark myself and Sierra 4-19 on an admin screen. 30 minutes please." 

Copy, Sierra 2-12, admin, Terrace View Park?

"Stand and strip from the waist down, you can leave your socks on. This is happening right HERE!" Officer Cassidy ordered, having dismissed the tow driver and unlocked Russell's handcuffs. 

"Looks like he was concealing a substantial weapon, Officer." Summers said to Cassidy, as they both giggled. Russell's face burned with embarrassment, as his true feelings about this situation were now revealed to the beautiful policewomen. 

Officer Summers quickly wrangled poor Russell right across her knee, exposed and on the park bench, out in the open. She pinned his erection between her thighs and reached for his support arm, to pin behind his back. 

She spoke about his speeding as she spanked, explaining this was only a mere warm-up, to prepare his buttocks for the belting. 

After about five minutes straight, Officer Summer's hand was beginning to sting. Like any good police partnership, Officer Cassidy was right there to assist. She tagged-in and carried on for another solid five minutes. 

"I think he's ready for the belt, Officer." Cassidy said to Summers. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go to jail Mr. Burnett? You'd like to continue with administrative discipline?" Officer Cassidy confirmed with him. 

"Plea...please continue Ma'am, I'll take the belting." Russell sniveled, as he was gingerly allowed off Officer Cassidy’s' strict lap. 

The two officers re-cuffed his wrists in the front this time, and bent him over the back of the park bench. They told him to reach for and grab the slats of the seat, so he was forced up on his tip-toes. 

Officer Summers accessed her belt and rested the surprising weight of it onto the small of Russell's back. 

"56 lashes Mr. Burnett...for every kilometer you were over the speed limit in MY town!" Officer Cassidy hissed, as she handed down this intimidating sentence. 

Officer Summers made him count every stroke and apologize to her. 

"Fouteen! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Fif-TEEN! Owwwch! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

Around 45, his blubbering obscured the remaining counting. During the last 11 lashes, Officer Cassidy started packing things up and gathering his pants and shoes, which she placed in a large evidence bag. 

His cuffs remained at the front and he was mashed into the back of a car, still naked from the waist down, despite his socks. 

"Wha...where are you taking me now?!" He sniveled to the officers. 

"Home of course," Officer Cassidy chirped. 

"We need to turn you over to the care of your wife." Officer Summers added. 

"But my pants!" He pleaded with them. 

"You were concealing a LARGE weapon in those...your pants are evidence now." Cassidy replied, both girls now laughing at how deeply engaged they were in the scene. 

Now it was my queue. I was about to take centre stage for the rest of this hot-mess. The doorbell rang and I answered.  

"Mrs. Burnett? Does this belong to you?" 

The young brunette officer spoke, as I answered the door and took in the shocking sight before me. (The girls looked super adorable!)  

I looked at their name tags. 

"Officer Summers, Officer Cassidy...cute." I chuckled. 

"And YOU, Mister! Where the hell are your pants?!" I snapped toward Russell who didn't respond, he just lowered his head. 

"Please, come inside officers, it appears we have much to discuss..."

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Jail Bird