A Star is Born

Continued from: Cassandra's Summer School

"Please Mistress, don't punish me! I'm sorry I was snooping about. I was just curious about the locked rooms".

Cassandra pleaded with me, after I had caught her in a locked area of my facility. Moreover, she was on the stripper pole with half her uniform off and had slutty music blaring in the background.

I actually didn't care. In fact I wanted her to discover this room, she's a dancer after all. I know she's not in a snooty, Performing Arts School for exotic dance, but she must have some moves, I thought to myself. 

I wanted to find out. 

But first I thought I've have a little fun with her, and pretended she was in deep trouble.  

"Young lady! What were you doing?" I tried to sound cross with her. 

"Mistress...I'm sorry. I was just dancing a little", she embarrassingly squeaked out.

"Hmmpf". I huffed. 

"Wait here young lady, kneel. I'll be right back". I said, as I pointed to a spot on the floor. 

I clicked away into my office to fetch one of the school canes. Then returned to Cassandra, swooshing the cane through the air. 

I found her in a perfectly submissive kneel. She had learned a lot from my clients, quietly observing from her reception desk. 

Look at the terrified little cutie!

"Mistress please no! Not the cane Ma'am", she desperately pleaded with me, as I flexed the cane in my hands. 

I continued my masquerade, as the butterflies raged on in Cassandra's tummy. I stood up and told her to turn, bend over, and touch the toes of her Mary Janes.

Just as she was about to obey, I stopped the whole sequence of events. 

"On second thought young lady. Rather than caning you for sneaking into this private dance studio of mine, perhaps you could show me what you were doing when I walked in on you", I suggested. 

I set the cane down and started to be goofy with her. 

"This is my dance space, this is your dance space"...I tried to sound serious while holding back the giggles. 

Cassandra burst out laughing. Now realizing that the whole caning narrative was a ruse. 

"You do kinda have hungry eyes right now Mistress! But his room doesn't look like it's designed for learning the Tango". 

"I'm glad you stumbled across this room sweetheart, you may use it whenever you wish. Now...show me something that isn't the Tango".

I seductively purred to her, while sitting back on the loveseat and flexing the cane. 

She looked a little shocked. "Ummm, yes Ma'am. Like right now, in my school uniform?"

"Mmm hmm", I purred. 

"You're still on your lunch break for another twenty minutes".

Cassandra began to move her hips to the rhythm of the beat in the background. She knew she was sexy and had an amazing body, so she began to celebrate this. I settled in to enjoy the view. 

After a few moments, the little kitten did a stripper-walk right over to me, and continued her performance. 

"That's a good girl!" I praised her. 

"Now lose the skirt", I demanded.

Fearing she was still in jeopardy of being punished, Cassandra reluctantly removed her tartan skirt and cast it aside. Her bum cheeks, peeking out of her panties, still had some glow from her maintenance spanking this morning.  

She continued her sensual and arousing little dance for me, wiggling her juicy butt, right in my face.

She even plopped her naughty little arse right onto my lap and started gyrating her bum into my crotch. 

The little kitten was actually giving me a lap dance!

She leaned back into my chest, the scent of her shampoo and lovely hair was all around me. She began to seductively whisper to me. 

"Mistress there was something I wanted to tell you the other day, something I was too embarrassed to admit", she said. 

"Go on sweetie, what is it?" I encouraged her. 

"Remember when I told you that being punishment-spanked was horrible and I hated every second of it, at the time?" Cassandra recounts her punishment

"Yes I remember huni", I softly spoke to her, allowing her room to open up. 

Cassandra continued her lap dance while whispering into my ear...

"That night Mistress, when I looked at my bum in the mirror and could still feel the heat off my cheeks, and the ridges of welts...I got really aroused for some reason".

"Mistress...I....may have...

"Mistress, I relieved myself, while picturing being spanked". She finally said. 

She peeled herself off my lap, bending fully at the waist to touch her toes. 

"Was that naughty of me to do Ma'am", she innocently and seductively teased. 

"It's totally natural to feel the way you did Cassandra", I reassured her.

"But you really should be asking my permission, before you masturbate". I warned, as I tapped her on the bum with my cane. 

Cassandra glided over to the pole, and spun to face me in a fluid, rhythmic, motion. 

She deliberately pouted her lip, then spoke:

"I got really aroused again this morning Mistress, after my maintenance spanking". 

Cassandra then slipped her panties off and playfully tossed them in my direction. 

"See for yourself Mistress", as she continued to work the pole. 

Ohhh what a little sex doll! I thought to myself. She's so brazen and bold! 

She saw me spread the inner gusset of her panties open to have a look. The delicate, cotton crotch was completely soaked with her embarrassing arousal. 

I stood and approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

"You certainly ARE a naughty girl Cassie! How do you explain those panties over there?" I took on a strict tone with her. 

"I don't know Mistress!" She whined out. 

"I don't know why this arousal is happening to me, during something so painful and humiliating Ma'am".

I didn't answer her. Maybe I couldn't, not knowing the answer myself. I decided to capitalize on Cassie's excited state instead.  

"Your dancing makes ME aroused, young lady", I purred to her. 

Without saying a word she took it upon herself to slip my dress up and off, over my head. I leaned back into the pole and watched Cassandra kneel without hesitation. 

She began to lick my pussy overtop of my pantyhose. The sensation of her wet tongue, combined with the soft nylon, felt incredible!

Cassandra had an extremely eager little tongue! 

We moved over to the pool table for more stability. She knelt and continued to massage my clit through my nylons. 

Cassandra treated me to a lovely and powerful orgasm, right into my pantyhose. 

I figured I would return the favour with a nice, deep fucking of her sweet little pussy. The pussy that had betrayed her so badly during her spankings. 

I fucked her roughly, while asking her how her cunt can get so aroused from being spanked and humiliated. 

I continued to speak as if I was punishing her pussy for the shameful, involuntary reactions she experienced. 

It was certainly a shame-fucking.

I made her cry out loud that her pussy, not her, was naughty, and that it needed to be taught a lesson; which I was currently and vigorously doing. 

"Please fuck my naughty cunt Ma'am. Teach it a good lesson for me Mistress!" She wailed out as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. 

When I pulled out, she guided me over the couch on her own and had me sit. 

"Here Mistress, let me clean you up", she said in a breathy tone. 

Such slutty and beautiful initiative! What an absolute dream this little one was! Cleaning her own pussy juice from the length of my strap-on. 

When Cassandra got herself back into her full uniform, I used my stern tone to jokingly say, "I think your lunch break ran a little long young lady, don't you?" 

She giggled and blushed. 

"Ohhh Mistress!" 

"Do you think I could dance for you every Monday Mistress, on my lunch break?" She innocently asked. 

"Mmmm", I purred with delight. 

"Of course you can sweetie. Now lets get you back to class". 

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am!" 

Just wait until I show her the other locked room!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What's the red key for?

Cassandra's Summer School

Continued from: The Receptionist

By Tuesday morning, Cassandra showed up for her shift as usual, on-time and dressed professionally. I noticed her sitting a little more delicately but she had a new-found hop in her step, she was happy and looked energized. 

"Mistress, I took the liberty of laying out your "woodshed" outfit for you. This morning you have Lauren booked. She indicated in her online form that she needs "Daddy's" belt.  

I didn't worry about Lauren for the time being. I pulled Cassandra in for a hug. I was happy to see her looking so content and not upset anymore. 

I squeezed her tightly and spoke. 

"I'm sorry I had to punish you Cassandra. I hope I never have to do that again".

"Don't be sorry Ma'am, you helped me immensely. You truly did! It was like being plunged into an ice bath, yet my heart and my soul remained warm". 

Her eyes welled up a bit. 

"You gave me exactly what was missing in my life Ma'am, thank you again! I even went home last night, after my spanking, and apologized to my parents. I put them through hell last year", Cassandra explained. 

"Well I'm proud of you Cassie! For knowing and admitting what you need, even if it hurts a little". I softly told her. 

She then placed her hands on the seat of her skirt and rubbed. 

"I'll say! I had to sleep on my tummy last night Mistress", She whined. 

 As she continued to rub I could see her face blush deeply. I could tell she wanted to say something. 

"What is it Cassie?" I urged her to open up. 

"Ummm....the spanking was horribly humiliating and painful Ma'am. I hated ever second of it, in the moment... 

But later, when I was home in my room, is it normal to feel....ahhhmmm". She hesitated and was stammering over her words. I think I knew what she wanted to say. 

"Like later on Ma'am. when I was forced to sleep on my stomach in my bed, I ended up...."

"Oh...Mistress, your first client is here. You better go disappear into your office while I prep her". 

"Ok sweetie". I said, as I snuck off into my office to wait. 

Cassandra prepared and displayed Lauren, and took her seat at the desk to give Lauren some humiliating, exposure time. 

I gave them about 15 minutes together, in silence, before I made my grand entrance. 

"There's my naughty little girl!" I declared out loud, while wielding a black, leather strap. 

"I understand Daddy needs to march you out to the woodshed again Lauren, for a good belt-whoopin'?" 

The poor thing was bawling from her eyes and drooling from her gag, all while trying to say "yes Daddy" through her ballgag. 

Ohhhh the things people pay me for...

After Lauren's session had finished, Cassandra and I sat to talk about the session and how it went, yet I took things back to before the session. 

"Cassie, huni. When Lauren arrived you were about to ask me something?" I urged her to open up once again. 

"Oh it was nothing Mistress, it's not important", she stated. 

I kinda crinkled my nose at her in disappointment. I hoped she would trust me enough to open up and tell me what emotions she experienced, post spanking. 

"Alright babygirl, well that's us for today", I dismissed her. 

" I think we have clients on Thursday and one on Friday, and that will be it until I see you in my office on Monday. Your new ritual and 'summer school', I guess we can call it". 

I tried to sound enthusiastic, to motivate her. No one wants to hear the term "summer school".

"Should I wear my work attire on Monday Ma'am?" Cassandra asked.

"No, no. Just dress casual Cassie". I told her.

The rest of the week kinda dragged on. Cassandra and I hosted our clients at the end of the week, the sessions went well and Cassandra was still in great spirits.

My sissy maid (Sissy Maid) was back for the weekend with a huge list of chores, training and humiliations in store for him. 

Summer was back at work and on an international flight, with a few legs to the trip. We sexted a bit and she sent me some slutty hotel-room pics, but that was about it. (Summer the Flight Attendant). 

Looks like it's just Cassandra and I, when Monday rolls around. 

She showed up on time, early actually, and I greeted her at the door on Monday morning. 

We sat at the kitchen island so I could explain my expectations to her. 

"Cassandra, this is only one day a week, as you know. But I want you to know that while you're here, on your summer school days, there will be rules, there will be structure and you will have consequences for your actions, is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am", she squeaked out, still feeling ashamed in herself that all of this is even necessary. 

"Thank you for keeping me on track Ma'am, I won't let you down",

"You better believe you won't Cassandra, now get yourself into my office and wait for me. You're not dressed appropriately for MY school!"

Cassandra sat quietly in my office, a bit puzzled over what this "attire" thing meant. 

I wasted no time in showing her. 

"Your proper school attire is in the closet young lady, go in there and change for me", my tone becoming strict with her. 

She appeared a short time later, pouting and telling me she felt ridiculous in these clothes. 

"You will be in uniform, like a proper young lady, while attending my school Cassandra, do I make myself clear?!" I was not fooling around now. 

"Before we begin the day, I am going to put you over my knee and give you a spanking Cassandra. This is not a punishment, like you experienced last week. Think of this more as maintenance, to ensure you remain focused on our goals, does this make sense?"

She huffed and crossed her arms. 

"Do I have a choice Ma'am?" She back-talked in a snooty tone. 

"Yes you do Cassie. You may choose to not accept my help, flunk the rest of your school program and get kicked out of your dance program", I said. 

I sat and patted my hosed lap. She huffed again, considering her options. 

"Get that skirt off and get over here young lady, stop wasting time. Get over my knee". I snipped. 

Cassandra reluctantly unfastened her skirt and shuffled over to my right side, before draping herself across my lap. 

I gave her a light spanking over her panties. Again, this was not for punishment. She is definitely going to feel like she's been spanked, but not with the ferocity of a punishment spanking.

I gave her 12 swats with the school paddle over her panties and made her count each one out loud and thank me for them.

I was using encouraging words and telling her that I was proud of her, while her spanking continued. I peeled off her little knickers and continued on the bare. 

I think she was more embarrassed than anything, having to be "reminder-spanked" or "preventative spanked", as a 19-year old, young woman. 

Her attire certainly didn't help with her level of humiliation and shame either. 

No tears this time, that wasn't really the goal. Just a very rosy bum and a red face. 

When her spanking concluded we got her uniform back in order and I directed her to the little, school desk. 

"Alright huni, get down to business please. You have all your extra credit materials here, you have your laptop and each and every Monday you will be taken over my knee, just like today, understood?" 

This was to be her strict regiment of maintenance spankings, every Monday, no exceptions.

"Yes Ma'am, I understand. Thank you for helping me". She groaned out, totally ashamed. 

"I'll come check on you at noon Cassie, and you'll have an hour for lunch break ok?" 

I explained my itinerary for the day, which was also written on the blackboard beside her desk. 

"Yes Ma'am", she replied. 

When noon arrived, Cassandra enjoyed her lunch at the bar, while I had to run out for some errands. I told her I'd be back at 1:00PM. 

Cassandra couldn't help but notice the little rack of keys to her right, tucked away in the corner of the bar. It was new, she hadn’t seen this rack before. 

One set of keys had a high-heel charm for a keychain, the other key was just fully red in colour. 

Curiously, she went in for a closer look.

She was only aware of two rooms in this facility that remain locked. One is in the basement, and the other is on the upper floor. Cassandra decided to take the key with the high-heel charm on it and try the door on the upper floor. 

Much to her surprise, the key worked and the door unlocked. The door creaked slightly, as it opened. 

"OH my!" 

Her mouth opened wide, slack-jawed. 

She scanned the room...

It was like a hidden little Speakeasy, tucked away on the upper floor of of Mistress' facility. Everything looked so classy and sparkling new!

Cassandra checked the time, she still had a half hour in her lunch break and Mistress was out. What would be the harm, besides, she's studying and training to be a professional dancer right? 

She knelt down and picked a song, flipping through a few different options. There was certainly no Swan Lake or Nutcracker ballet loaded into this machine.

She giggled, "hehe, this will do". <Problem - Natalia Kills> 

Cassandra then geared off her sweater, untucked her shirt and tied it up above her belly so it wouldn’t hinder her movement. 

She started to work that pole like she's done it before!

Cassandra was having a blast in this secret new room!

The song was so loud however, that she didn't hear the door creak and Mistress Andrea walk in...

To be continued...

Continued in: A Star is Born

Mistress Andrea

xoxo