Helping a Friend

Continued from: Raise my Allowance

[F/f] [spanking] [cornertime] [lezdom]

Just look at her...

Standing in the timeout corner, in drop-seat jammies like a little girl, having been recently belt-strapped by a female friend. Isn't she just beyond adorbs!?

This of course, is none other than spanko, blogger royalty, Miss Julie...and she needs my help. 

This particular image was from a series that Julie wrote about her own experiences with a close friend. To this day, there has never been a series of tales that while I am reading them, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my face flush and my panties dampen. 

Two women, going shopping together for not only childish, drop-seat jammies, but a belt, that Julie knows will be later used to spank her. C'mon! Just breathtakingly incredible! Check it out here: 

Belting Tomorrow!

Over the years I have had the pleasure of collaborating with Miss Julie on a few projects. She was the inspiration to begin my blog in the first place and helped me to navigate some of my earliest works. Miss Julie even got her very own Sims character. 

"What do you mean no more Trump at the dinner table, Daddy?!" 

Her iconic OD-green cargos...check! 

This was a tribute storyline we collab'ed on. A concept where her Daddy spanked her on the bare, in front of the entire family at Sunday dinner. 

The spanking she never got

Inspired mostly by a previous post of hers, where she was literally put in the corner like a child, during a family dinner with her parents. Awesome work in that period of time, Jules! I could feel my own stomach twisting with a sympathetic kinship to your experience. 

Julie's Adult Cornertime

I think I mentioned in a recent post of mine, this new Babygirl movie (spoiler alert!!) involves a moment where Nicole Kidman's character is made to stand in the corner and face the wall. If the rest of the movie is garbage, I would watch it JUST for that part. 

Here's Julie's cargos, pooled around her ankles as her hubby, David, tans that pert little arse. "Money, politics, religion, young lady! Not at the dinner table and especially not Trump...who is currently threatening the sovereignty of Canada, Greenland and wants to buy the Gaza strip or something." 

Julie ended up apologizing to her entire family, naked from the waist down, then spent the rest of the dinner with her nose in the corner. All of which, is/was an actual fantasy of hers. Maybe next we'll have to make a Kindroid, A.I. Miss Julie!? Could you imagine?

Spanko, switch, humiliatrix, bi-curious, trad housewife, sometimes a brat. Omg - you tell her A.I. avatar that is who and what she is. The content would be gold!

I don't want this to become a political post. Despite everything that is going on these days it would be very easy to do so, but I'd prefer to escape to BDSM than confront reality. Lol

Maybe bring the buffalo guy and the other hillbillies from the insurrection...

I'll suit-up and grab some hardcore Canadians from the north and from the prairies. We can meet at Lundy's Lane (again), and settle this in a good dust up. 

Anyway, back to the blogger legend. 

Miss Julie and I collaborated a few more times over the span of my blog, which is relatively new, and hers, that holds the title of having over 17 million reads. When she started making e-books, I would pump her tires on my site or drop a little Easter eggs in my writing, to support her works. All available on Amazon and definitely a must-read for any spanko: 

Julie's E-Books

 

Which brings us to the reason behind this post. She's about to publish a new e-book! Exciting.  

Check out her post where she drops the hint that one is in the works: New Book Coming 

The concept is that some tiny, adorable little cheerleader named, Candy, gets "owned", probably spanked and "man" handled by her butchy, jacked, lacrosse-playing roommate. Almost reminds me of the dynamic between Skylar and Eesha, from my blog. 

So I attempted to stage Sky and E in the same dorm-room setting as Miss Julie's initial attempt to see what the A.I. would do. Meh, not bad. 

In any event, I offered to help Miss Julie with a potential cover for her new e-book, obviously not using Skylar and Eesha but a new twosome who capture the feel that Julie wants for this particular dynamic. 

Meet Ray, or Rae...maybe. Short for Raelyn.

Julie's initial feedback: "she's too pretty!" Lmao 

...said no one ever! 

"Ya, my girlfriend is nice and all...I just wish she wasn't so pretty, ya know?" 

Lol. Jules, you're adorable. I completely get what you mean though, and I did what I could to butch-up Rae as much as possible. 

Candy, a little more easy for the A.I. to understand, with her sickening sweetness. 

Now let us try them together in a scene. With lacrosse sticks growing out of people's heads and windows and what not. Sigh*

Candy looks a bit young, something the A.I. often struggles with. "I want an adult woman dressed as a little girl, for humiliation purposes, to spank her, it's called age-regression play." Sometimes the A.I. doesn't get this kink. 

But, as I am sure Miss Julie will explain in her writing, mine too, EVERYone is always of the age of legal consent! 

Getting better! 

It is actually much easier to have the A.I. create images of your avatars, then write to the image. Having an idea or storyline and trying to get the A.I. to cooperate with your content, that becomes frustrating. 

There's more images upon your request, Miss Julie. Maybe one or some of these will work. Or, my dear readers can step up and help too, with their own A.I. prowess. Who wants to make the perfect book cover for our beloved Miss Julie? 

Use my poses above and below, noodle around some ideas and prompts. I challenge you to do better than mine and get back to us please and thanks.  

My email address is on my blog and also available upon request. 

And of course, stay tuned for Miss Julie's new e-book. Coming soon!

Now if you'll excuse me. I have to get back to Sarah Jane and the lines she needs to write on the board. 

"I will not keep asking for a raise in my allowance." 

100 times, young lady and they better be neat! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Feet Lovers

A Score to Settle

Continued from: Hall Passes

After my night of being absolutely owned and completely subby to Goddess Vanessa, I woke up tangled into her gorgeous, naked body. We had since dropped our roles when we drifted off to sleep last night but I pulled us right back into the lovely D/s dynamic, as I offered to wake her up "properly". 

I addressed her by formal title once again and indulged in some deep oral worship of her pussy and bottom hole. It was my unique way of thanking her for a lovely evening. A Hallmark card would have been pleasant too, but Vanessa cumming onto my tongue seemed fitting. Ha!

I verbally thanked her too, before realizing I didn't bring any clothes with me.

Since I arrived last night in rope bondage and a tiny overcoat only, Vanessa had to give me some clothing to go home in. I think she deliberately picked the skimpiest little top and bottoms she had. 

Vanessa and I grabbed a light breakfast as Summer arrived to pick me up. I felt like a bit of hooker. Dropped off by my "pimp", Summer, only to be picked up by her in the morning! Haha. She's a cute pimp though. 

During the drive home Summer described in explicit detail, how her evening with Russell and Sarah Jane went. I could feel my nails involuntarily clawing into my bare thigh as she spoke. My eyebrow raised on it's own, with a slight pang of jealously. 

We agreed on this hall pass night, everything was consensual, but still! My dominant mercury was rising, as protector of my wife, Dominatrix and den-mother of the Facility. I felt order needed to be restored. 

That afternoon, I was definitely back into my groove. Back into my hosiery and heels, reading glasses but no book. I don't want to call it bitch-face because I'm not bitchy. Let's just call this look, "ebony hairbrush face." 

And who was I glaring at? 

You guessed it. The person who just had their dirty dick in my wife! 

Another professional disciplinarian named Georgia Payne said it best. I love this excerpt from her website. 

Something I relish about domestic discipline play is the "take down". Domestic players at their core are all about the need for correction. They enter the room with many different attitudes but they all deep down want the same thing. They want to be put in their place. They know that until they find themselves being forced to look me in the eye, with their chin held firmly in my hand, they won't be truly satisfied and neither will I. 

It's that moment, after they've been over my knee for an extended blistering on their bare bottom, the moment when I stand them up and that cocky swagger, that they entered the room with, has melted away and I am staring at the bashful little boy or girl where once stood a man or woman. That, for me, is the moment that both players strive for. Because as you stand in the corner, eyes down, ass red, you'll feel complete in ways few other moments could ever offer you. That's what makes domestic players so much fun for me and so rewarding. 

Well put Miss Payne. By the looks of her she knows how to blister a naughty male arse, something I will be seeing to very shortly.  

"The cocky swagger that they entered the room with..."

Kinda like Russell, when I summoned him to my office quite firmly for a "chat" today. A swagger fueled by the machismo of fucking my beautiful wife all night?

"Bu...but Ma'am...I thought this was all pre-arranged, with the hall pass thing? I had Summer's permission, she had yours?" He stammered in panic.

"Well you didn't have MY permission!" I snapped back. 

"Russell, you and I used to be playmates, and Summer is my wife. The least you could have done is check in on me before last night, to ask me if I'm sure it's ok. Is that fair?" I continued my scolding. I was starting to see the bashful little boy in him, rolling his shoulders forward into a hunch and lowering his eyes to the floor. 

"It's starting to turn into a bunny ranch around here, with all my submissives fucking one another. Order must be restored, with a woman's touch." I continued my rant. 

"Yes Ma'am. You're right." His gaze downcast as his words trembled. 

"You are familiar with the popular blog written by Strict Miss Julie, young man?"

Julie's Spanking Blog

"Yes Ma'am. I follow her diligently." Russ replied. 

"Then you should be aware she has a new e-book out?" I asked. 

"Actually, I wasn't aware of that Ma'am." Russell replied. 

"Pick up that tablet in front of you. Go to Amazon and purchase the Kindle version. You'll see that it is a collection of stories based on F/m spanking only...as things should be." I hissed. 

Get your copy here

I watched as Russell obeyed me immediately. Accessing the tablet and making his purchase. 

"Get that little sex doll of yours, Sarah Jane, to buy a copy also. Before she ends up over my knee as well, young man!" I barked at Russell. 

"BDSM is a community. We support each other, especially a local gal!" I continued. 

"Yes Ma'am." He peeped out, acknowledging my firmness with him. 

"Now young man. You are to read each of Julie's stories and select one that best represents the manner you wish to be punished. Is that clear?" I said. 

He looked a bit puzzled, as he stood sheepishly in front of my desk. I carried on before he had a chance to respond. 

"When you have read them all and picked one. You will return to my office and read the chapter to me, with your pants and underwear at your ankles. Do I make myself clear?" 

I thought I'd add this additional shaming. Since he fucked my wife he can stand there and read to me with his penis on display and bottom bare. I giggled at the thought of it...

Basically my plan is to have him read all the stories, then based on his preference for positions, the role of the female in the story or a particular implement used, I will carry out for real, the spanking story he selects.

It should be a humiliating and humbling predicament for him.   

******

"What'cha reading Daddy?" The cute and Secretarial Sarah Jane, asked of Russell. 

"Ummm, do you have Kindle on your phone babygirl? There's an e-book you need to buy. Mistress' orders, ok?"

“Oh…ummm. Yes Daddy.” Sarah replied curiously.

To be continued…

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Good Cop, Bad Cop

 

 

 

   

Handymen (plural) - A Miss Julie Story

Over at Miss Julie's blog, Goddess extraordinaire and blogger royalty, it appears as though she has had a few naughty fantasies swirling around in her little head.

Some cute ditzy'ness has been worked in there too. The trad housewife, all by her lonesome, the damsel in distress who is about as innocent as Medusa herself. 

"Oh gosh Mister, my tit slipped out *girly giggle* - oopsie". 

It started with her actually messing up at home, forgetting about an A/C repair appointment and caused a pair of repair-men to reschedule. 

She messed up and she's going to be punished! 

IRL, she was then spanked by her husband and sent to the timeout corner with her nose to the wall and red bum on display for half an hour. Domestic discipline is so awesome! (safe, sane, and consensual awesome that is)

She got a spanking plus corerntime

Then, just to humiliate herself even further, which makes her pussy wet, when the A/C guys returned she dropped a little revelation that she was spanked for causing them to miss their first appointment. Also awesome and brave. Well done Jules!

The A/C guys return

And NOW...our slutty little housewife has sexualized the whole experience and wishes it was the repair man or MEN...who spanked her, made her suck their dicks then provided her with a good rogering! Ass, pussy, mouth...maybe two of those at the same time, who knows.     

*Phew! What a good sport she is. 

I don't believe she'll actually go through with this, which is sad because it's a decadent fantasy of hers. I thought I would help, and bring her to the place where these sorts of fantasies can come true! 

Nope, it's not Magic Kingdom...

A treat for her, a present. It's the least I can do. 

If I do a decent job with the writing it might even become masturbation fuel for her, which I love to hear. That's the best compliment a purveyor of erotica can hope for. 

One thing that naturally occurs in the Sims game, appliances always fuckin' break. Sink is leaking, there's an electrical fire in the stove. Look at our poor Jules, wondering what to do about the chaos. 

Is that a pipe wrench she's torqueing on? Haha

She's gonna be workin' some pipe alright! Just not that kind. 

Oh look! She can access her phone and hire a repair service! How convenient. 

Don't worry Jules, I'll hook you up. I'll bring your fantasy to life girl ; ) 

I'll just try not to let the repair guy look like Super Mario's goofy brother. 

Stay tuned...

russ

xoxo

Continued in: The A/C Definitely Works