So I may be Forgiven

Continued from: My Little Ponies

A Sarah Jane story

Even though I knew I was in deep shit and would be feeling Daddy's belt across my ass tomorrow, he didn't dwell on my transgression. That's just the way things worked between us. I'd face the consequences for my actions, but then all would be forgiven. 

For the rest of the evening, things went on as usual. After Mandy left, Daddy and I settled in on the couch to watch some movies together, still essentially house-sitting at Mistress Andrea's Facility. 

I cuddled up against him, trying to soak up his warmth and affection while I still could. Even though he wasn't brining up my impending punishment, I couldn't stop thinking about it. My stomach was in knots imagining the thrashing I was going to get. 

Partway through the second movie, Daddy shifted and I felt his hand come to rest on the top of my head. Without a word, he applied gentle pressure, guiding my face down towards his lap. Obediently, I slid off the couch and positioned myself between his knees. 

I focused all my energy on pleasuring Daddy, trying to take my mind off the punishment looming over me. I sucked and bobbed with enthusiasm, taking him deep into my throat. 

Before long, I felt Daddy's cock swelling and pulsing between my lips. With a grunt, he gripped my pigtails and held my head down, forcing his length into my throat as he came hard. I swallowed every drop obediently, continuing to gently suckle him clean as he softened in my mouth. 

"Good girl", he praised, patting my head. "Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me." I crawled back up on the couch and snuggled against his lap, but my mind was still racing, unable to forget the painful reckoning I'd be facing tomorrow. 

The next morning I woke up early and got ready to face my spanking. In the shower, I scrubbed myself thoroughly, wanting to be fresh and clean for Daddy. After drying off, I pulled my hair up into a high, tight ponytail to keep it out of the way. 

Next, I selected my outfit carefully. I stepped into a pair of big, plain white cotton panties - the kind that covered everything and made me feel anything but sexy. Over those, I pulled on a sweater dress that would allow Daddy easy access to my bum. I finished the look with high heels, before taking a deep breath and headed downstairs to face my fate. 

"Daddy, I'm ready for my punishment." I said softly, my voice wavering slightly. "I was rude and disrespectful to our guest yesterday and I spoke out of turn to you in front of her. I'm truly sorry for my behaviour. Please spank me severely, Daddy, so I may be forgiven."

A few tears slipped down my cheeks as I awaited his response, my body slightly trembling in anticipation. 

Daddy regarded me silently for a long moment, his expression stern. Finally, he stood up and took me firmly by the upper arm and began leading me out of the house. My stomach dropped as I realized where we were headed - the woodshed. The woodshed, no matter who's home it happens to be at, was where Daddy will take me for only the most serious infractions, the ones that required only the harshest of punishments.  

As we approached the small outbuilding, I started shaking harder, my breath coming faster. Daddy opened the door and guided me inside the unfinished space, appearing as though it was under construction. 

"Stand there," Daddy commanded, pointing to a spot on the unfinished wall. 

"Face the wall and think about what you did and why you're here. You've got 15 minutes." He released my arm and I hurried to obey. 

The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow as I contemplated the severe whipping I knew was coming. My bum clenched involuntarily beneath my short dress, already anticipating the fiery sting of Daddy's belt.

When the 15 minutes were finally up, I heard Daddy's heavy footsteps approaching behind me. "Strip," he ordered. "Leave the heels on." With fumbling, shaking fingers, I peeled off my dress and frumpy underwear, letting them pool on the dirty floor. Goosebumps rose on my naked flesh in the cool air. 

Once I was fully naked, save for my heels, Daddy gripped my arm again and marched me out the door of the shed. I gasped as I realized he was taking me outside, where anyone might see my shameful punishment. He dragged me over to an old wooden ladder leaning against the back wall of the shed. 

Roughly, he bound my wrists and ankles to the rungs with coarse ropes, stretching me out tightly. Satisfied that I was secured well enough, he walked over to the large weeping willow tree a few yards away. He selected a long, slender branch and stripped it of its leaves, fashioning a wicked-looking switch. He swished it through the air as he approached my vulnerable form. 

I braced myself as Daddy took his position behind me, switch it hand. Closing my eyes, I tried to steel myself for the searing agony I knew was coming. But to my shock, after only a dozen sharp, stinging lashes across my bare bum, he tossed the switch aside. 

I barely had time to process this before I heard the ominous sound of his belt being removed from his pants. The thick leather cracked against my already smarting cheeks, painting lines of fire across my skin. But again, he stopped after just a dozen strokes. 

As Daddy untied me from the ladder, I was confused and almost...disappointed? Is that possible, what's wrong with me? I had been mentally preparing myself for an absolutely brutal thrashing, the kind that would leave me sore and sorry for days afterwards. But this punishment felt almost anticlimactic in comparison. My bum was certainly red and stinging, but it was nothing compared to what I had been anticipating. 

I rubbed my wrists as Daddy led me back inside the shed, handing me my dress to put back on. Perhaps this was just the first part of my punishment, with more to follow later? I didn't dare ask, simply followed him meekly back to the timeout spot, my head bowed in continued submission. 

Another 15 minutes of corner time? That was nothing. 

I should be standing here for at least an hour, my bare bottom on display, reflecting on my transgression until my legs ached and my back cramped. 

And the spanking itself...a few measly lashes with a switch and Daddy's belt? I'd gotten far worse for much lesser offences. My bottom should be crisscrossed with angry welts, bruised and tender to the touch for days afterwards. Instead, the sting was already fading, leaving only a mild warmth behind. It was if Daddy went easy on me, and I couldn't understand why. 

As my 15 minutes must have been drawing to a close, I heard Daddy's footsteps returning. He came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me back against his chest. I melted into his embrace, feeling the solid warmth of his body through his shirt. 

"It's ok, babygirl," Daddy murmured. "You took your punishment well. I know it wasn't what you were expecting, but sometimes mercy can be just as powerful as severity." He turned me gently in his arms so that I was facing him, looking up into his kind, understanding eyes. "Do you accept my forgiveness, little one?"

I nodded, blinking back tears. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me and forgiving me. I don't deserve your mercy, but I'm grateful for it." I buried my face against his chest, breathing in his comforting scent. 

As Daddy held me close, I tilted my head up to look at him, batting my eyelashes like a cutie-pie. "Daddy, may I thank you properly for my punishment?" I purred, dipping down to my knees onto the floor of the woodshed, never breaking eye contact with Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: The Night We Met

Weeping Willow

Continued from: Summer Kisses

A Sarah Jane story

As I observed the unfolding drama, Mistress' expression turned glacier-cold, her patience worn threadbare by Summer's bratting. With a crisp tone, she commanded, "Get out of the pool, young lady." Summer, sensing the gravity of her mistake, slowly climbed out of the water, her lower lip trembling. "And don't dawdle," Mistress added, her gaze unyielding. 

"Cut a willow switch from the garden and strip its leaves. We need to discuss your behaviour." The implication hung heavy in the air - a switching awaited Summer's bare bum, and I suspected it wouldn't be a gentle one. 

Seated on a little chair, her back to the three of us and head bowed, Summer resembled a chastened schoolgirl, facing the fence as if confined to timeout. Her task, stripping the willow switch of its leaves, became an exercise in humiliation, each delicate finger movement a reminder of her behaviour. 

The air was heavy with expectation as Summer, her cheeks aflame, carefully carried the denuded switch to Mistress Andrea, her hands extended to present it shamefully. "Please, Mommy," she requested, her voice laced with embarrassment, "may I be punished, Ma'am?" The words dripped with obedience and ritual, yet trembled with trepidation. 

I watched, riveted with secret arousal, as Mistress inspected the whippy instrument of correction, her scrutiny unwavering. Satisfied with the weight and flexibility of the switch, Mistress stood tall in her stiletto sandals. "Bend over, Summer Addison," she commanded, her voice devoid of emotion. 

As Summer reluctantly complied, she flipped her hair to the side, looking back and crying frantically. "Please, Mommy, not here! Not in front of everyone!" Her gaze scanned Daddy and I, searching for a sympathetic ear. "Take me inside, please! Punish me in private, Mommy!" 

With a curt nod, Mistress grasped Summer's bicep, as she dragged her struggling form toward the pool house, leaving Daddy and I to sit in their wake. As they vanished into the dim interior, the door swung shut behind them, enveloping us in an uncomfortable silence. 

The closed door muffled the sounds, but couldn't mask the unmistakable whistle of the switch slicing through the air, followed by the sharp report of impact. Muffled gasps escaped, punctuated by Summer's strained counting, "Eight, thank you Ma'am...Nine, thank you Ma'am..." Each stroke uttered was laced with humiliation, echoing through my pussy like a mantra. My own arousal responded, my clit growing achy, as I visualized Summer's naked and vulnerable pose. 

Eventually the door creaked open and Mistress emerged, her demeanour serene and composed, a stark contrast to the turmoil that lingered within. She deliberately left the door open, framing a tableau absent of dignity: Summer, stood with nose pressed to the corner, her slender hands clasped atop her head in a posture of shame and surrender. 

The curvaceous perfection of Summer's bum, once smooth and unblemished, now bore the crimson testament of her misbehaviour - 26 precise welts, etched across her skin like a fiery script. Daddy and I heard her count aloud, all 26, although her sobs rendered the last few counts indistinguishable.

Thirty minutes crept by slowly, Summer still trapped in her shameful corner, her body language screaming of remorse and fatigue. Then, I gently broke the stalemate. "Daddy...why don't you go comfort her, if Mistress is ok with that, of course." 

Daddy's gaze darted toward Mistress, awaiting her approval and consent. We all knew that when I said, "comfort her", I was actually suggesting that Daddy give her what she so desperately craved and so frustratingly missed out on, last night. 

"Should we give the little brat what she wants?" Mistress chimed in. "That seems a bit counterproductive."

"It's okay, Daddy," I urged him on with my gentle tone. "I want you to...and I'm sure Mistress will have something to keep me busy out here," I glanced to Mistress with a devilish grin. 

As I watched, Daddy shut the door to the pool house behind him, his entrance heralded by a faint whimper from Summer, still positioned in the corner. She didn't dare move, her only sign of life came from a sigh that escaped her lips. But as Daddy's footsteps drew closer, her head slowly turned, her gaze rising to meet his. 

A smile of triumph flickered across her features as she took in the sight of him, his swim trunks discarded, his cock proudly erect. She gingerly knelt down and sat back on her heels, causing her to wince as her little bare feet came into contact with her whipped bottom. 

Focusing on the engorged cock, just inches from her lips, in a parody of innocence, she cooed, "Daddy, is that for me?" The words dripped with affected sweetness, but beneath, a layer of raw hunger. 

"Someone seems like she knows how to throw a tantrum and get her own way?" Daddy teased. "But bratting comes at a cost it would seem." 

"YES!" Summer squealed. "That's it! Call me your spoiled brat when you fuck me, Daddy. Teach me a lesson." 

I think Summer was being deliberately loud, as Daddy draped her over a giant inflatable pool toy and  fucked the daylights out of her, intentionally broadcasting her pleasure in a display of bratty victory.

But I wasn't paying much attention, my focus was consumed by the lush, velvety softness of Mistress' pussy, my lips worshipping the delicate contours as she guided my head with gentle pressure. 

What a wild few days I've had! 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Sunglasses

Sarah Jane's actual summer cuteness is purchased from an online store called "Little for Big". She has a few of these little suits and she and Russell do indeed, own a kiddie pool for her. 

Here's a link to the store (and I am in no way affiliated to the store, it's just really cute stuff!)

Little for Big

 

 

Summer Kisses

Continued from: Slumber Party

A Sarah Jane story.

Morning light crept into the room, casting a warm glow over the sprawling bed where the four of us slept the night away. I stirred first, my bum throbbing with a dull ache - remnants of last night's strapping over Daddy's knee. As I gingerly shifted onto my tummy, Summer's sleep-heavy gaze fluttered open, her concern etched on her face. Without a word, she reached out, her little hand tracing gentle circles on my sore bottom. I winced at first, but it was soon replaced with gratitude as she soothed my bare cheeks with little kisses. 

Our sleepy gazes met, and without needing any words, we both knew it was time to acknowledge the lingering tension between us. We eased closer and pulled our panties to the side. Wetness seeped from our pussies as we aligned ourselves, our legs intertwining into a scissor. 

In hushed silence, we began to move against each other, our slick folds and swollen clits clapping together in rhythmic synchrony. Moans built in the back of our throats, as our mutual arousal grew, until finally, in tandem, we both covered our mouths and shuddered through climax. 

I realized why these stolen moments with Summer were so precious - they reminded me that even amidst the turmoil of our submissive roles, there existed a deep bond between us. 

Daddy stirred awake next, followed by Mistress Andrea. He saw the mischievous guilt and flushed cheeks that enveloped our smiling faces. 

"What just happened there?" He asked rhetorically. 

Summer and I erupted into fits of laughter, her playful fingers tickling my belly. Before long, we were scrambling to dress in "little-girl" pastel swimsuits and tying our hair up in pigtails. 

"Daddy, can we please set up our kiddie pool?" Summer requested, her big blue eyes shining with an irresistible innocence. Daddy hastened to oblige, his accommodating smile betraying a glimmer of amusement. As he laboured over the inflatable pool, Summer and I bounced about in the periphery, squealing with anticipation. 

With the pool finally filled and splashing water beckoning, Summer and I climbed inside, our pigtails bobbing as we frolicked and kissed amidst the sprinkling droplets.

Daddy and Mistress eventually joined us outside, their paternal and maternal smiles creasing their faces as they sat to supervise our antics. It was almost like we had become a little family and in that moment, I felt a butterfly-churning urge to just hug Mistress Andrea, and call her "Mommy". 

As the morning wore on, our frolicking in the little pool gradually gave way to more tender displays of affection. We floated closer to one another, and with our faces inches apart, we shared a soft, exploratory kiss. The sound of lapping water and songbirds provided a serene backdrop for this intimate moment. 

Summer pulled back from the kiss, rolling my bottom lip sensually as she did while gazing into my eyes with a somber expression. "You know, baby," she murmured, "we've been through so much together, haven't we?" I nodded mutely, my pigtails bobbing in agreement. "As submissives, we've faced our share of challenges," Summer continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But despite all of that and the roles we all play, I want you to know that I love you, Sarah. You're more than just a friend to me." 

Tears glazed over Summer's eyes as she smiled sweetly, her heart and mine, swelling with emotion. Suddenly, a flicker of melancholy crossed her face. 

"To be honest, baby, I was a little let down last night," she confessed, her voice hesitant. "At bedtime when Daddy was fucking you...you know," her voice trailed off in embarrassment. "Sometimes, sweetheart, a girl just needs the real thing. Not a strap-on from Mistress, no matter how skilled she may be." 

I nodded empathetically, my ponytails bouncing in accord. "It's okay to feel that way, Summer. If it's ok with Mistress, we can share Daddy; there's enough love to go around." I gently squeezed Summer's hand as we exchanged another tender kiss. "It seems Mistress doesn't mind sharing you with me, right?" I giggled. 

Later in the day, whether it was the boldness that only alcohol can provide or Summer just needing to get it out in the open, she paddled her little feet over to Mistress, her bottom lip jutting out in a classic tantrum pose.

"Mommy, it's just not fair!" she declared. "Sarah said Daddy could have fucked me last night too, and that she doesn't mind sharing, cuz it's me!" Summer's arms crossed like a brat as she huffed. When I looked at the expression on Mistress' face, I could tell a severe punishment was looming, and I suspected it would involve a red-hot bottom. 

"Get out of the pool young lady, go cut a switch from the big Willow! 

"Ohhh gawd," I cringed on her behalf. "That's gonna suck, on a wet bottom!" 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Weeping Willow