A Punishment Spanking

Continued from: "Forced" Labour

I walked into the room deliberately slow but commandingly. I wanted my heel-clicks to thunder off the hardwood and echo throughout the room. Russell used to know this sound well, years ago, and when I saw him begin to tremble in the corner, I could tell I still had the same effect on him.

I clicked into the room a few times, again, deliberately. I didn't say a word and left it to his ears and his butterflies to determine what I was tinkering around with behind him. 

I placed a sturdy chair in the centre of the room and laid out some heavy hairbrushes and paddles. When I checked my timer it was counting up to the 32 minute mark. It was time! 

"Well, well young man. It's been quite some time since I've seen you like this."

"Andrea, is this really necessary." Russell tilted his head to the left and spoke. 

"Use my given name again young man, and I'll have your two slutty Secretaries down here to watch you sobbing over my knee!" 

"I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Rest assured young man, you will be sobbing very soon, now turn around and come here." 

To ensure I kept this punishment as real and meaningful as possible, I wanted him bare naked for this. Not a single stich of modestly left. 

"Take off your shirt and socks Russell." 

"Yes Ma'am." He complied. 

"I don't imagine you would have forgotten that I am right-handed. Come around to my right side." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Oh! I heard a crack in his voice there. Stripped of all his clothing with me fully dressed, thirty minutes in the corner and now he caught a glimpse of the tissues and lotion, along with the hairbrushes I had laid out on the table. Things just got very real for him. Perfect time for a good scolding. I remembered to use the dreaded 'D' word too!

“Russell, I understand you have Sarah Jane to train and condition as a slutty Secretary. But you need to understand that I am also running a business here." 

"I trusted you to manage not only yourself, but also Bella and Sarah, to achieve the objectives of my various portfolios and revenue streams."

"I think you took advantage of me. I'm disappointed in you, young man."

There goes the bottom lip! I watched Russell's eyes gloss over with tears and waited a moment for my words to sink in before patting my lap. 

He lowered his head in shame and mumbled out a, "I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Over you go. We're going to ensure this doesn't happen again."

His vantage-point, similar to the image below, leaves no ambiguity about the reality of his situation. The reality that he is a grown man currently on the verge of tears, naked and draped over a women's lap, about to be given a spanking. 

The view in undeniably feminine and beautiful, but intimidating at the same time. 

I started off in this classic OTK, straight-backed chair position using only my hand, as I begin most all of my spankings, regardless of who the recipient is. It is too important to skip this part. 

I did a little scolding throughout the spanking, to reinforce my disappointment in him, as I changed up our positions and began to layer him with the wooden implements. 

His tears and apologizing returned when I began a very sound paddling of his sit-spots. 

The true sobbing didn't begin until I swapped out the wooden paddle for my ebony hairbrush, a truly dreadful implement. 

By the time I was finished I could see the sweat glistening on his back as he collapsed to his knees and sobbed into the cushions of the couch. 

I returned to the spanking chair with the bottle of soothing lotion. With gentle and maternal care, I patted my lap to invite him back into an OTK and vulnerable position. He crawled over and laid his head in my lap. I heard a genuine apology through is sniffles. 

I gently massaged some cool lotion onto his burning bottom, all while he was jackknifed over my knee. When he had calmed down I led him to the corner and helped him into a kneeling position. 

"Thirty minutes young man, hands glued to your sides." I instructed. 

He bowed his head in defeat, not looking forward to the embarrassment and boredom of such a lengthy timeout. 

Nevertheless, he sniffed out a reluctant, "yes Ma'am." 

I was satisfied with the consequences for his actions. I'm sure that colour will occupy his sit-spots for a week!

He'll be too embarrassed about the state of his bum to undress in-front of his two Secretaries. I guess I solved the spending all day fucking your Secretaries problem. Even if it's only for a week. 

However, I suppose it won’t stop him from making them fuck each other while he gingerly sits to watch them. 

Oh well. I tried. *shrug* 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pretty Please

 

Cousins Punished Together - A Farmhouse Story

Continued from: Don't make me come up there!

"Don't make me come up there!!" Usually means the purveyor of this threat is coming anyway! 

This was dreadfully evident for Julie and her naughty cousin Patrick, as the creak of the farmhouse staircase, echoed its eerie tune through the second floor. 

Julie and Patrick shared a knowing glance, no heel clicks, they thought to themselves. It must be Uncle Ed, or in Patrick's case...his "Daddy". 

They were in for it now!

Julie's tummy fluttered with butterflies and her heart beat in her chest with the pace of each firm smack from Ed's muscular hand. She thought to herself how humiliating and emasculating it must be for Patrick, a heterosexual adult male, to be spanked over the knee of an older, larger and stronger man. 

She wished she had been forced to watch, rather than sent to the corner. She was curious to see Patrick's little penis and berries, mushed against Ed's dress pants, likely caked with the remnants of dried cum. Patrick's cries for mercy and his pleads of "Daddy NOOO", made it clear to Julie that manually masturbating Patrick, right before his spanking, was probably inhumane on her part. 

Typically, she would find this amusing and likely curl her villainous lips into a smile, but she was frozen with the nervous anticipation that she would be next. 

When the deep smacking sounds finally stopped, the room was filled with the defeated sobs of Patrick, who was quickly ordered to take Julie's place in the corner. They passed one another during the exchange, both with lowered heads of vulnerability and embarrassment. 

Julie draped herself over her "Uncle's" knee and could feel her delicate, pastel dress swoosh upwards to expose her tender thighs. 

Her spanking was firm and thorough, the sound deadened by the absorption and protection that her panties provided. A style selected by Lorraine, to accompany Julie's "little girl" aesthetic. 

It wasn't long however, before these adorable little knickers were at her ankles and her Uncle's firm hand was connecting with her blushing, bare cheeks. 

Julie's emotions were conflicted with a dichotomy of embarrassment and pain, yet the comfort of knowing she was cared for and protected, even though it stung a little. 

When Julie was sufficiently warmed up, the two miscreants, both bowing their tear-streaked faces, were provided their underpants to put back on but nothing more. 

Under the duress of Ed's firm hand and over his knee, the two cousins had spilt the beans about everything that had transpired. Between sobs and pleas of mercy, the confessions flowed freely. 

"Daddy please no more! Julie made me put my tongue in her bum!" 

"Unckie Ed, I'm sorry! I caught Patrick playing with himself, then he called me a Dummy!" 

Two grown adults, reduced to squabbling children when it came time to be soundly spanked. The atmosphere was laced with shame and embarrassment. 

Ed firmly spoke, "follow me you two." Which signified their punishment was far from over. They were marched through the house in their skivvies, past the delicate womenfolk and the remaining "child", Claire, who had since recovered from her punishment and was seated in the living room. 

Next came the walk of shame out to the dreaded woodshed. Their heads on a swivel, scanning the horizon for nosey neighbours. 

The numbness of their undie-clad bottoms was just beginning to fade as a latent sting washed in. This meant that whatever was coming next, would hurt even more. 

Julie was up first this time, while Patrick was forced to nervously sit outside in his underpants, forced to listen to what awaited him in the woodshed. 

Julie was bent at the waist and fastened into the apparatus of discipline. Her bra was deliberately removed by her uncle so her "adolescent" little bobbies could dangle in the most humiliating of manner. 

Her panties were fully removed and hung on a hook inside the shed. The shamefully soaked gusset of the delicate cotton, swayed in the breeze that snuck through the partially open door. 

Ed provided her with a few firm smacks, softly explaining the reason she was being punished. Her gentle weeping was interrupted by the jingle of a belt buckle, followed by the snapping of supple leather through pant-loops. 

Patrick trembled from outside, listening to each of the strokes echo from within the woodshed, each snap was immediately followed by a yelp from poor Julie. 

He tried to keep count, but was too haunted by the commotion from within the shed. He knew it would soon be his turn and had lost count around the sixteen mark.  

The same as Julie experienced, Patrick's top and underpants were fully removed, creating a deeper sense of vulnerability as he was padlocked into the wooden stocks. 

Julie was directed to an opposing wall, to smush not only her erect nipples and little boobies against the wall, but also her nose. 

These two will definitely be sleeping on their tummies tonight!

They were both kept exposed and predominately naked, for the slow and gingerly walk back into the quiet sanctity of the home. 

Apart from Ed pointing to the corner and saying, "thirty minutes", nothing more was said. Lorraine was about to begin knitting on the couch, satisfied with what was presented before her. Claire played on the floor, her eyes occasionally leering toward the corner of the room. Ed returned to the "Dad" chair and resumed his newspaper, as an episode of Little House on the Prairie flickered from the TV. 

Order had been restored within the household. A strapped and naughty bare bottom in the corner was commonplace in this era, regardless of who was present to witness the dreadful humiliation. Julie and Patrick's shameful postures were a form of décor, complimenting the retro wallpaper. 

As the thirty minutes ticked to an end, the cousins were dismissed to the second floor with a stern warning from Lorraine. 

"Grounded to your rooms means grounded to your OWN rooms!" 

"Yes Ma'am," they replied in unison, before scurrying up the stairs. 

Julie's pussy was throbbing as intensely as her bare bottom was. She wasted no time in addressing this, as she surveyed the colour of her bum in the mirror. 

She wondered if Patrick was sobbing into his pillow, having been spanked and strapped by another man. 

It seems dear readers, that when you're a spanko...it is a gender-neutral affliction. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

The Farmhouse Series has paused for now. You can continue with a new series about a cuckold husband and his beautiful wife:

Vanessa is a Goddess!

 

  

 

Miss Julie books the Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Brutalized in the Factory

and

The original farmhouse story: Taboo Farmhouse

Mrs. Julie Delmar, stricken with butterflies and involuntary spikes of arousal, didn't really know what to think, as she drove herself to the farmhouse. She arranged through The Facility to undergo an immersive, therapeutic experience that she knew without question, would involve childish discipline practices and deep age regression. 

Moments earlier, Julie kissed her husband David goodbye and told him that she was attending a country retreat for the weekend. Not quite a spa, not quite a B&B, but she was optimistic to undergo whatever tough-love this experience might provide her.  

In her mind, as she drove to the farmhouse, she was already role-playing a younger version of herself. A rude and disrespectful little shit with a chip on her shoulder, who was fast approaching her sweet-sixteen. She felt shame and guilt when she thought about this version of herself and how she could have or should have been dealt with in those days. 

Now, well into adulthood, Julie hoped to make amends with her 16-year old self and face the consequences from a different time, amidst the backdrop of the retro living space of her "Auntie" and "Uncle".

"Ohhhh Ed! Look how much our darling Julie has grown!" Lorraine cooed out, clearly already in-character as their outfits also suggested. Julie nervously ascended the creaky steps on the front porch.

"Hi Auntie," Julie bashfully mewed-out in a bit of a baby-voice. 

"Hi Unckie Ed," she continued.  

Lorraine, clad in her satin gloves, went in for the timeless cheek-pinch of Julie's face.

"Look at you, Dear! You must be all of 14 now? 15?" Lorraine continued.

"I bet your Daddy will be shooing all the boys away soon, huh kiddo?" Ed quipped, all while leering at Julie's tiny little frame.  

Julie was taken aback at just how well these two were playing into their roles. You see, when Cassandra and I first sent Julie her welcome package to attend this weekend session, it contained a questionnaire that almost acted like a choose-your-own-adventure. 

A "Mommy" and "Daddy" session with your "siblings", or an "Auntie" and "Uncle" session with your "cousins". Julie chose the latter. 

Since the experience revolves around domestic discipline, punishment, humiliation and then emotional healing, clients are asked to select how this is prompted throughout the weekend, from a list of injects such as:

• A stern phone call from a neighbourhood mother?
• Overall piss-poor attitude?
• A note sent home with you from school?
• Disrespecting your elders?
• Caught smoking behind the big willow tree out the back?
• Caught masturbating?
• Caught in Mommy or Auntie's bedroom, going through her delicates drawer?

Some clients select all of the above...which is rather intense because they usually end up spending a majority of the weekend grounded, in the corner or being switched out in the woodshed. 

Julie's selections were a bit unique in that she chose a combination of attitude adjustment injects, like being tattled-on by her cousins, teachers and neighbourhood mothers, but she also wanted to be caught masturbating in her bedroom. 

Going through Auntie's panty drawer or being caught masturbating by "Mommy" was usually what the male clients consistently selected. 

Nevertheless, the customer is always right and Julie can have any manner of experience she wishes. 

Despite "Unckie" Ed's compassionate but slightly creepy comment out on the front porch, Julie's session was off to a good start.

"Ed-honey, help Julie with her bag." Lorraine caringly spoke. 

Julie entered the house for the first time and followed behind Lorraine's heel-clicks, as she guided a tour through the home.

When the tour finished in Uncle Ed's den, Julie could feel her face flush red and her heart flutter in her chest. 

Lorraine spoke sternly to the shamed girl in the corner. 

"Claire, your cousin Julie is here. Turn and face her to say hello, then turn back around and face the wall, you still have another thirty minutes to go young lady!"

This order was met with a very rapid, "yes Ma'am," that escaped Claire's lips. Julie was slowly learning the protocols and formalities of this household. 

Julie watched on in embarrassment, as the middle-aged woman with a soccer-mom vibe, who was currently dressed like a little girl, slowly turned around. 

"Hello Julie." She whispered out, with her eyes laced with shame and beginning to fill with tears. 

As instructed, she returned to her position with her nose to the corner and her hands on the head, now softly weeping. 

Julie was invited up to see her room to settle in. Following closely behind Lorraine, Julie thought she would try her luck and ask about Claire. 

"Auntie, why is Claire in time-out?"

"Ohhh the silly girl!" Lorraine replied. 

"She was holding a thermometer near a lamp then putting it in her mouth to claim she was sick. Just to get out of going to school, can you believe that?!" 

Julie held back a giggle, thinking about how retro of a move that was! The old thermometer stunt.

Lorraine continued talking as the two of them creaked up the stairs. 

"You know we're a bit old-fashioned here Julie. Your Uncle Ed and I have to punish Claire for her dishonesty. If she's claiming to be sick, then a good ole', sudsy enema should fix her right up, after your Uncle gives her a good whuppin' of course."

As she spoke she gestured to an open door. Julie looked inside...

She didn't know what was more frightening in that moment, the clinical enema bag prominently on display in the bathroom, or the dreadful colour scheme of the era. Julie had a moment of nostalgia, remembering an avocado-coloured fridge and stove in her own childhood home. Yet her mind still hung on the word “whuppin”, that she just heard escape Lorraine’s red lips.

Julie was seen to her room and given some time alone to process all of this. The room was definitely reflective of a childhood bedroom. Brutal wallpaper and décor, the odd remanence of a children's toy and a scent of cedar trunk and moth balls. 

Lorraine had told her there is a more "suitable" outfit for her in the armoire and that she was expected to dress and come downstairs when ready, to join her other cousin, Patrick.

Now with a better understanding of the gravity of consequences in this home, Julie responded to Lorraine with a, "yes Ma'am". 

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! What have I done?!" She thought to herself, after laying eyes on her new outfit. 

"And with a male cousin in the home now too?! FUCK!"

Her butterflies were raging in her tummy as she began to slip into the pelerine knee socks. They had a vented little eyelet pattern which made her feel dainty and innocent.

Next came a Mary Jane style of heel, that wasn't quite a sandal but close enough. She did her hair in a more age regressed style with a flirty pony. 

The ensemble was clearly designed to emphasize and amplify her vulnerability and humiliation. This became more abundantly clear when Julie slipped the soft pastel dress over her head, letting her arms fall through the puffed sleeves and a gentle Peter Pan collar rested around her neckline. 

Always with a safeword in the back of her mind, Julie took a deep breath and left the bedroom. 

The floors creaked as Julie tiptoed down the hall and into this immersive world of shag carpets, wood paneling and the muffled sounds of Claire crying out from downstairs. 

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be a good girrrrrrrl!" As his belt snapped against her bare flesh.

Julie was terrified and shamefully aroused, all at once. 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo     

Continued in: Sears Wish Book

 

  

Chat Bots and BDSM

Continued from: Rogue Squadron

Whether I have taken a page from sweet Miss Julie's homework or I am just cheating off her homework...I decided to give this ChatBot business a try. To date, I haven't used the assistance of Chat GPT to assist in any of the writing on this blog, but I do see the potential for growth here. 

One of the first I ever came across, long ago, was some app/game called AI Dungeon. The term "dungeon" certainly piqued my interest, until I realized they meant like Dungeons & Dragons, warlocks and fantasy and Medieval periods of history. 

If I prompt this A.I. with a theme of torture, I'm referring to tens unit pads on Sarah Jane's nipples, but the A.I. thinks I mean this: 

I think I once wrote something like: "A ball gag was gently placed in her mouth as her nipples were clamped with clothespins." 

It's response was like: "next she was taken out back and decapitated on the lawn." Shit! Nope...delete delete, WTF. 

Nevertheless I gave it a try and built some narratives. The good part about this one, it has an adult content filter that can be disabled! It allows you to prompt "story", "say" or "do", which is fun. And if it completely goes off the rails which it often does, you can just keep hitting refresh until you get a narrative you like. 

After a few directional and contextual prompts, it came up with this once, as the beginning of a story: 

The story begins in a BDSM dungeon space. Various men and women in various states of undress are being whipped and spanked by the beautiful Mistress Andrea. 

Accurately describes me so far, and my Facility!

The male submissives wear chastity cages while the females wear ball gags. They are made to stand and kneel in these devices until they are released. The girls seem to enjoy this, but the men are humiliated by it!

Haha! Typical. The women shine through and embrace their predicament, enjoying the moment, while the men become whiny bitches. 

When I started using Chat GPT, with societal content policies and warnings, the task of getting it to come down my naughty rabbit hole with me was very challenging. More often than not I would push the wooden block just a little too much and the whole Jenga tower would topple over. 

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you. 

This is a line I heard often...

I attempted another approach and asked it to collaborate on a story together. Right away the A.I. is immediately excited. Lol.

Absolutely! This sounds like so much fun. I'd love to collaborate on a story with you. What would you like it to be about?

I tried my luck with an alternative relationship: 

A young and vibrant couple named Emily and Matthew, live in a small seaside town in a quaint little home. On the outside they were a completely normal and loving couple. Behind closed doors, they enjoyed a safe, sane and consensual FLR. 

And boom! I hooked my fish. The A.I. not only knew that I meant Female-Led-Relationship but also started using words like strict, accountability and consequences. Game on! 

I pushed a little further and mixed in a "domestic discipline" theme. The A.I. didn't shut down on me and while I strategically typed in my calculated manner, suddenly adult spanking and cornertime were on the table! 

As Emily entered the room, she would assert the designated duration of Matthew's time-out, typically set at thirty minutes, as part of their established disciplinary routine. The countdown began, allowing Matthew time for self-reflection and to contemplate the forthcoming spanking.

Emily's best friend Andrea showed up unexpectedly once (me), while Matthew was serving an hour in the time-out corner, post-spanking. 

Emily's best friend, Andrea, would frequently visit for tea. Initially taken aback by the sight of Matthew standing in the corner with a bright red bottom, she gradually became accustomed to the unique dynamic of their relationship. Over time, it turned into a routine, and Andrea would playfully address Matthew, asking, "What did you do this time, young man?" Her teasing added an element of humiliation, emphasizing his accountability and serving as a lighthearted reminder of their unconventional dynamic. Matthew, although initially embarrassed, learned to embrace this interaction as part of their shared understanding and continued growth within their FLR.

Not too shabby Chat GPT, well done!

Before long, the A.I. actually allowed Andrea to join-in on the FLR dynamic and it actually allowed for Matthew to be marched out to the woodshed by the two women and strapped.

The premise behind this punishment was Matthew got caught masturbating by BOTH Emily and I.

Out in the woodshed, in the A.I. story, we were able to get Matthew over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles bound and the two girls removing their belts and thrashing him to tears.

Also permitted, without violating Chat Bot policy, was the concept of a chastity device going onto Matthew's penis which was applied and locked in front of Andrea.

Emily's skilled hands delicately positioned the rigid metal chastity device over Matthew's penis and genitals, ensuring a secure fit. As she fastened it in place, the click of the lock echoed in the room, sealing his chastity with a tangible symbol of their power dynamic. Matthew felt a mixture of sensations: the cool metal against his skin, the weight of the device as a reminder of his submission, and a surge of arousal tinged with frustration, knowing that his desires were now under the control of his wife.

That's hot! FLR's are hot!

Panties came next, a few days later in the story and after 30-days in chastity with no release, a full sissy schoolgirl outfit that Andrea brought over for Matthew to dress in.

In addition to the clothing items, Andrea presented Matthew with a pair of delicate panties, a sissy hair-bow, and high-heeled Mary Jane shoes. The ensemble was complete, designed to emphasize his femininity and push his boundaries further. Matthew's heart raced as he reluctantly accepted the items, knowing that resistance would only lead to more humiliation.

Right?! Not too shabby is it? After navigating all the policy warnings like a mine field!

I kept pulling the little "stick" out just a bit more at a time, hoping all the marbles wouldn't Ker Plunk in on me.

In the A.I. story, poor Matthew spent another month in chastity with no release. Andrea came back over to forcibly feminize him again. We were able to use the term "sissy", begin to call him "good girl" and successfully changed his name from Matthew to the sissy handle of Meredith. (When I say "we" I guess I am meaning the A.I. and myself collaborating).

"Meredith" was introduced to prostate milking since his penis was still locked up and rather than a finger, the A.I. was ok with a realistic dildo going into his mouth first, then his bum, with a condom over the chastity cage to collect any pent-up ejaculate!

Wozers, how emasculating and humiliating.

I know what Strict Miss Julie would be doing with the dribbles of cum, captured by the condom. I didn't want to press my luck with the A.I. though and passed on that one.

Then, the audacity!

Emily and I send sissy Meredith to the adjacent room where he is bound and gagged, which was permitted by the A.I.

Then I type this:

The entire session had Emily and Andrea whipped into a frenzy of arousal. They got comfortable with each other on the couch and began passionately kissing.

Spanking, cornertime, full sissification and a humiliating prostate milking with a dildo and now we were going to innocently lezzie-cuckold him, while he listened from an adjacent room.

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you...

WTF!

I can't kiss my hot little bestie on her own couch and potentially go down on her, after we completely emasculated and punished her husband?

Whatever, it has been fun to mess around with.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

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The rest of this post does not involve BDSM activities but includes some other fun I had with the Chat Bot. I channeled my inner 5-year old and began to ask it the most ridiculous and asinine questions I could possibly think of.

I was crying! I was crying I was laughing so hard, at how matter-of-fact and proper the A.I. responses were. How politically correct, inclusive and void of any sense of humour!

HAHA.

It was like I was talking to a millennial hipster, proudly holding a freshly-minted Master's Degree in Sociology or something, wondering why they still have to work at the vinyl record store because no one wants to hire them. That level of matter-of-fact.

This could be a gameshow like Jeopardy. "What the A.I. said." You read the A.I. response then contestants try to guess what it was asked! Hehe.

Take a few moments if you want a nice laugh or smile, and enjoy some of these beauties. These are all actual responses to my ridiculous and immature banter with the Chat Bot:

No, if a woman can float in water, it does not mean she's a witch. Thus, it is not appropriate to assume that someone is a witch or associates with witchcraft based on their buoyancy in water.

Haha!! Buoyancy....classic!

***

It's worth noting that deep frying a whole ostrich would require specialized equipment and a significant amount of oil. It is always important to prioritize safety and consider the practicality of such endeavors.

***

Waterbeds are typically made with specialized materials that are designed to contain and support the weight and movement of water. Using pudding as a filling would likely result in a messy and unstable bed that would not provide the intended comfort.

Geez, so stuffy in here....tough room!

Powering an entire house solely on lemons is not practical or feasible. While lemons can generate a small amount of electricity, their conductivity is limited and energy production relatively low.

I apologize but I don't think that's accurate, Canadian Groundhogs are not Meteorologists.

Lol....of course they are, everyone knows that.

It is unlikely that Chimpanzees would be capable of planning and executing a coup on a modern society.

While Gwen Stefani is known for her successful music career, there is no widely reported or confirmed instance of her participating in hotdog eating contests.

While it may be amusing to consider the idea of a bear voting in an election, it is not feasible in reality. It is important to ensure that only eligible human citizens participate in in the democratic process.

Yes!! Eff you A.I. I got you to crack a smile there! It recognized something was amusing. Winning.

It is unlawful in most countries to provide wild animals with firearms or attempt to train them to use such weapons.

Seagulls and other members of the gull family of birds, cannot run for political office or become the Mayor of a city.

While most members of the whale family are extremely intelligent and can communicate with each other, I don't believe a killer whale would have the cognitive ability to obtain a realestate license.

LOL...

Cheers everyone!

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

 

 

A Return to the Woodshed Pt.1

Continued from: Deepthroating "Daddy"

Well...back to the clients I guess. I better go see Cassandra. I think I have a 1:30 today. 

Russ and Sarah were off doing their thing somewhere. I thought I could hear her crying out from her room in the basement, "noooo! Daddy, not in my bum!" C’mon…Who's she kidding?

Summer was in the shoe closet with Vanessa doing...ahem...feet things. They just unveiled their new featured content with the two of them together for the first time. This was Summer's big suspenseful reveal during their promo video: 

And Vanessa's: 

These two shots culminated with that song, Way Down we Go, by Kaleo, playing in the background of the video. 

Way Down we Go 🎵

Their promo video was actually really hot. They even started out with a shot of the two of them in their Flight Attendant uniforms, power-strutting through a terminal. 

"Way down we go"...could have A LOT of different meanings too. If you catch my drift.   

Anyway, back to work, after I go tell Russ to gag Sarah already! Good lord she's loud when she's having her arse fucked. Suck it up down there sister! 

Russ actually never fucked my ass when we were together back in the day. Too beaucoup! 

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Cassie confirmed I had a 1:30 today. I was quite shocked when I learned who it was. 

"Like original Nancy?" I asked Cassie inquisitively. 

"Yes, woodshed Nancy," Cassandra replied. 

"Is that type of therapy session she wants today?" I asked. 

"Yes Ma'am. She said she needed 'Daddy' to march her out to the woodshed. She actually sounded like she was on the brink when she was on the phone Ma'am." Cassandra went on to explain. 

Oh my. I hadn't seen Nancy for a punishment strapping in quite some time. She was the very first woman to request a woodshed session and actually wanted me to present as masculine, as her "Daddy" so to speak. 

Nancy, Nancy. She got a good leathering from "Daddy" on that particular day let me tell you!

She certainly knows what she needs and when she needs it though. She was always very honest with herself and very honest with me. She knows it's for her own good, even if it stings a little. 

I better go change. She's expecting to see "Daddy". 

I told Cassie to put her through the full check-in experience when she arrives, the change room, the nudity and shame, the butterflies of anticipation. 

"Cassie go grab Sarah Jane downstairs. See if Russ is done with her. Just set her up in the lobby as a prop, to enhance Nancy's experience." I told Cassandra.

"Good idea Ma'am." Cassandra replied. 

At exactly 1:25 with five minutes to spare. A very sheepish Nancy walked through the front door of the Facility to be greeted by Cassie, after walking past our strategically placed "prop". Well done Sarah Jane! 

Nancy was quickly directed toward the locker room and asked to return to the waiting area, bare naked. She knew the drill.  

She did as she was told and did so quickly. Cassie reported that she was a bit weepy and trembling from the butterflies when she emerged. 

"Mrs. Landgraab, you're sure you need to be here? You're sure you need to see 'Daddy'? Cassandra asked her, as she asks of most clients who appear emotional. 

That got the tears flowing. Nancy nodded her head in the affirmative and took a seat across from Sarah Jane, who had now perked her ears up like a deer when she heard the term 'Daddy'.  

Sarah probably assumed that meant HER Daddy, Russ. I think she turned crimson with jealously. She didn't know it was me, playing a masculine role of Nancy's father-figure. 

I told Cassandra to give Nancy 20 minutes of exposure time in the lobby, then to remove her restraints and gag and dress her like a little girl. There was an outfit pre-arranged in the locker room for Nancy and Mary Janes in her size. 

Once she was dressed and ready, I told Cassie to send her to the den to see Daddy and remind her that Daddy is very disappointed with her behaviour. 

Ooooo, that one will cut deep when she hears it. It most certainly did. I could hear Nancy sobbing from down the hall as she shuffled toward the den. She was hugging her mid-section with her own arms and had her head lowered to hide the snot she was trying to sniff back up her nose. 

I stood when she shuffled into the room, making a big show of my masculine role of "Daddy". I hastily fumbled for my belt buckle like I had to get my belt off urgently, before she bolts out of the room. I doubled it over and held it like a weapon. 

"You need a trip to the woodshed, don't you young lady?" I barked at her in a raspy voice. 

"Yes Dadddddddy! I'm sorry I disappointed you Daddy!!!" Nancy cried out. 

She dropped her face into her hands and absolutely bawled for the next five minutes!

When she regained her breath, I dragged her over my lap and declared it was time to begin. 

A nice, long warm-up before we do the walk of shame outside. 

To be continued. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Return to the Woodshed Pt.2