Making out behind the bleachers

Continued from: Safe, sane, consensual

Did you know the term "bleachers" is derived from open-air, baseball seating known as "bleaching boards". Typically the seating was just bare wooden planks, bleached by the sun...

Isn't etymology fun? 

So this is how we started the scene. Making out behind the bleachers...

We had Nancy and Kaylee all done up in their Catholic school uniforms with Kaylee playing the role of an actual female, not a sissy male. Hair, makeup, perfume, cotton knickers, Summer and I had thought of everything. 

They were having a grand ole' time, cutting class to fornicate and smoke darts, until they were caught by Coach Cooper.

Cooper had a script to stick to. Which would have sounded something like: 

"What's the meaning of this!! You two young ladies need to come with me right now! Who's your homeroom teacher?" 

The Coach marched the two miscreants back to my classroom to rat them out and tell me what he caught them doing. 

I handed down both their sentences swiftly, as they faced the blackboard at the front of the class. 

"Thirty minutes facing the blackboard girls, then you are going to be paddled and caned on your bare bottoms before seeing the Principal," I chirped out.

They both groaned out loud in humiliation and shame, knowing the other students were watching them and would most definitely witness their punishments. 

Coach Cooper, then stated out loud (part of his script), that since he was the one who caught them, as the aggrieved party, he should be allowed to stay and watch the paddling and caning. 

Ummmm, no. 

"Creeper", I whispered under my breath as the Coach left. Summer and Cassie giggled from their desks. 

After a thirty minute timeout, Kaylee was called to the pommel horse first. He draped his body overtop so his Mary Janes were off the floor. I lifted his skirt and pulled his panties down to his knees. 

Summer and Cassie came closer to watch, as poor Kaylee was paddled and caned on his bare bottom. 

Nancy was next. She received the exact same punishment as Kaylee while the other students watched on. Twelve strokes of the paddle and six of the best with the cane. 

Both punished girls fully removed their panties and hung them on the hooks with the implements. I marched them down the hall to the Principal's office, bare naked under their pleated skirts. The cool draft may have helped soothe the stinging of their bottoms. 

They both turned to say "I'm sorry Ma'am", as I left them alone with Principal Branson. He wasted no time in getting Nancy into the naughty corner, so she could listen to what Kaylee was about to endure.

The Principal led Kaylee over to the sofa and took him across his knee. Branson administered a long, hard spanking, before switching to a school paddle that had Kaylee bawling like a little girl. All Nancy could do was listen and tremble in the corner of that office. 

The sobbing Kaylee, took Nancy's place in timeout when it was her turn for a dose of the same. 

Her entire jumper eventually came right off, and she was spanked directly on the bare, wearing only her knee socks, bra and Mary Janes. 

Principal Branson finished with Nancy and helped her to her feet. 

"Young lady, dry your tears and get dressed. I want you to head down to the gymnasium equipment room and spend the rest of the day cleaning and organizing it, is that understood?" 

"Yes Sir", she sniffled out. 

"Kaylee, you'll be staying here with me, in detention"...

******

Nancy put herself to work right away, wondering what might be happening up in the Principal's office at this very moment. Was Kaylee still in the corner, was he being made to write lines, or maybe the Principal had Kaylee doing something else? Nancy thought curiously.  

She was suddenly startled by the feeling of a presence behind her. 

"Oh heavens! Coach Cooper, you scared the daylights out of me," Nancy proclaimed, in her very best Dorothy in distress tone. 

This was awkward, the Coach hadn't said anything yet. 

As Nancy turned around, she noticed something in his hand. It was a cell phone. Coach Cooper turned it face up to reveal an image on the screen and Nancy leaned in to look. 

"Oh God no!" Nancy mewed out. 

The Coach's phone was displaying a photo of Nancy kissing Kaylee behind the bleachers. The next photo was Nancy and Kaylee sneaking a cigi together.

The Coach finally spoke...

"Nancy, you know I play darts every Tuesday night with your Father right?" 

"Please Coach Cooper no! Nooooo. Don't tell my Daddy, he'll surely take his belt to me," Nancy cried out, continuing to plead with the Coach. 

"Please Sir, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell Daddy!" 

With a slight underbite to his jaw and a sinister gin, framed by his creepy moustache, the Coach told Nancy: 

"You can start by changing into your cheer outfit, don't you have practice today, young lady?"

Meanwhile, up in Principal Branson's office, things weren't going much better for poor Kaylee...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Don't try this at home!

  

Safe, Sane, Consensual

Continued from: Sunday School

As I mentioned in the previous post, it was on a Saturday morning, when I first told Summer about the wildly elaborate, logistically substantial, Sunday school idea. 

Of course she squealed in excitement and did a little bum wiggle, happy-dance beside me, until she found out that should would only be a "prop" in this extravagant production.

She pouted her bottom lip and flapped her doey eyelashes at me. 

If that wasn't cute enough, yes, Summer does in-fact wear clothing like Hello Kitty bra and panty sets, thigh-highs with bows, around the house and at bedtime.

She frequently identifies as a "little", so I certainly allow and encourage it. Her favourite site to order from is called "Little for Big". Incredibly adorable and darling outfits for adult littles. 

I pulled her pouty little lip into my mouth and soothed her. 

"Don't worry Angel, I'll make it up to you with some private school lessons", I hissed at her seductively.

I explained to Summer that we had two clients who had booked the Sunday school experience for tomorrow, each of them had also selected from a menu of fantasy options. As described in the previous post, the suite of choose-your-own-adventure kinks, were as follows: 

• Spend a few hours at school 
• Spend a full day at school 
• Be held back for detention with the teacher 
• Sent to the Headmaster's office
• Sent to the Headmistress' office
• Blackmailed by the Coach in the supply room
• Abducted by a stranger after cheer practice

The clients who booked this experience were my sissy slave, Kaylee, and the slutty and extremely naughty, occasional client, Nancy Landgraab. (Mother, wife, corporate executive, power-femme, totally my style of person to work with!)

Depicted in red above, are the options that BOTH, Nancy and Kaylee picked for their session. The options in blue, Nancy picked in addition, to those in red. 

No one wanted to see the Headmistress this time, *pout. Should I be insulted by that?? WTF

Oh well, that just means I get to be the teacher and Summer gets to be a student in this grandiose production. Also being used a prop on Sunday, is my hottie Secretary, Cassandra.

Just look at these two weapons! Not that long ago we all had an afternoon of fucking, in my bedroom. It was wicked hot!: A Proper Homecoming

The logistics didn't end here however, based on the choices above (each one adding additional cost of course), I still needed a Headmaster, I still needed a creepy, leering Coach and two bandits to abduct Nancy after her fake cheer practice. 

Introducing anyone to a BDSM dynamic, especially when you're introducing a person to someone who already trusts you, is a very delicate matter. I needed to choose people who I absolutely knew were safe, sane and consensual in every way possible. 

A strict but loving and caring, Daddy-feel of the Headmaster. We weren't going with an old-fashioned Sunday school so this role would actually be the "Principal". 

And the creepy, likely suspected of panty-stealing, Coach...

Summer, Cassie and I spent hours on that Saturday morning, combing through our client files until we found the perfect matches for this scene. 

What a scene it was! Holy shit, it was a marathon!

This is how it ended...

Sissy Kaylee, in his bedroom/cell, sitting on his princess bed in shame and disgrace, wondering why his locked up "clitty" is leaking. 

And two sexually sadistic abductors, seeing Nancy to the door to wish her goodbye, as they listen to her kind words of thank you, for designing such a wonderful scene. 

Okay, okay...enough suspense, I'll get right to it in the next post. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Making out behind the bleachers

 

 

   

 

Sunday School

Continued from: A Proper Homecoming

What is it about that traditional, Catholic schoolgirl uniform, that is so appealing to me? I am sure once upon a time it was meant to be a pure and innocent look. It is certainly far from that now! Corrupted and dark! Like all the Sims within the Sims 4 game, lol. 

One of my favourite Facility activities is to take a high-functioning, corporate executive, power-female like Bella, the soccer mom, the wife, and dress her up like a schoolgirl for her spanking. 

A close second favourite, would be heterosexual males attending my Facility for a spanking. Before they find themselves in my fantasy classroom, I like to dress them head-to-toe as a feminized Catholic schoolgirl. 

I decided to offer a new feature at my Facility 2.0 and began to offer an immersive experience called, Sunday School. 

Adults who feel they need the escape to a more age-regressed time in their lives, who feel they need the structure and control of a strict classroom setting, may opt to book a Sunday school session ay my Facility. The emphasis however, is on the word strict!

During these sessions they can expect a calm and silenced environment with other adult students in various states of schoolgirl attire. Yes, the men included. 

Clients can expect to be humiliated in front of the class, spanked in front of the class or even sent to detention. The other students will look on in horror, as naked bottoms, one after one, will be draped across the pommel horse and strapped or caned. 

Nursing a sore bottom and crying big sloppy tears, the adult men and women will be sent to the blackboard to write lines, all the while their red, bare bum is visible to the rest of the "students".

It was the perfect little theme-day for my new Facility. 

As you can notice from the pictures above, Sunday school is not a simple task to pull off. Not only do I need the right setting and furnishings, I need actual people as props. In the examples above, the recipients of this session were actually just Nancy and sissy Kaylee. Summer and Cassandra were the props within the scene, to make things more humiliating and real. 

Cassandra has the body for it, so she was permitted to be the slutty schoolgirl. I offered this option to Summer as well, who also has the body for it, but she opted for a more conservative and cute look, with ruffled little ankle socks. (Awwww, my little sweetie!)

There's sissy Kaylee! In her schoolgirl uniform, head hung in shame and defeat. I think in this exact moment, Nancy was sent to that desk to the right, facing the wall, while Kaylee was summoned to the Headmaster's office for a thrashing. (Yes, you heard right. Kaylee chose a male to administer his school punishment.)

Sunday School, as it was advertised to my clients, came with simple check boxes of interest or themes. A person may select one, or may choose all of them! What would you pick? 

• Spend a few hours at school 
• Spend a full day at school 
• Be held back for detention with the teacher 
• Sent to the Headmaster's office
• Sent to the Headmistress' office
• Blackmailed by the Coach in the supply room
• Abducted by a stranger after cheer practice

Perhaps before you decide, have a look at the two, brand new spaces within the Facility 2.0. 

The Athletic Supply Room... 

Where the client would likely be spanked and humiliated during their school day, then find themselves awkwardly alone, with the "Coach", who is armed with information to get them punished again, unless they agree to...

(Nancy, depicted below, chose this option in addition to her school day, cuz she's slutty! I loved it!)

Abducted by a stranger after cheer practice...

This one should be self-explanatory, as to what will happen. However if you'd like a preview, read this previous post called: Abduction Fantasy

(Nancy ALSO chose this option to compliment her school day, cuz she's SUPER slutty! It's been awhile since we've seen the lovely Nancy, I guess she wanted a more fulsome experience!)

Soooo...

All this being said, with little teasers and spoilers and previews, I guess I should go all the way back to the beginning and describe how all of this played out? 

It started out on a Saturday morning, with Summer and I in our bedroom. 

"Ohhhh gawd", she said. 

"What have you done and what do I have to do Mistress?" She giggled. 

She ended up being a good sport, as always!

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Safe, sane, consensual

 

A Proper Homecoming

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Guess Who's Back?

Continued from: The Upper Floor

After some tantalizing fun with Bella and Summer, in my newly renovated space that I have been referring to as "the upper floor", it was time for Bella to head home. 

She was permitted to put her vanilla clothes back on and I had her meet me in the living room. I wanted to give her a spanking before she left. Essentially this would be her weekly maintenance spanking, similar to what her daughter still receives every Sunday. 

Summer, of course, wanted to watch, which I permitted. It humiliates Bella very deeply, when she is spanked in front of Summer. Just to even the stakes a little bit for Bella and her intense vulnerability, I didn't let Summer change. 

God damn, I love those new cornertime lights!

Bella was given a firm but fair spanking, all of it done in the childish, over-the-knee position. This was only maintenance after all, nothing more intense than that. Once she started to gently weep, I wrapped things up and let her off my lap. She pulled her ultra tight jeans back up, over her crimson bottom and after some kisses and hugs from both Summer and I, she was sent on her way. 

Summer was just about to do down on me, to thank me for letting her watch the spanking, when there was a knock at the door. Maybe Bella forgot her phone or her purse or something? 

I told Summer to scurry away upstairs to change, just in case it wasn't Bella. 

Well, well...look who's back! Sporting a drastically new hairstyle and colour. 

I saw Cassandra every Sunday for her maintenance spanking, similar to what her mother just received, but this was a different kind of visit. Cassie was done year two at her performing arts school. She was returning to her job at my Facility. 

I was overjoyed to have her back. Poor locked-up Kaylee, had been demoted to sissy maid once again. 

The last time Cassie was here for her Sunday spanking, the upper floor wasn't ready yet, nor was her hair short and blonde. I was excited to show her the space, and a little something I had added, just for her! 

Yes, I totally went overboard with the home renos... 

Cassandra once again, had a stripper stage and pole, along with a little V.I.P. area, also with a pole, for more intimate dances. 

"Ohhhh I friggen love it Mistress!" She blurted out.

"Come, help me pick a slutty song. I'll dance for you Ma'am!" She continued. 

We were interrupted by Summer, yelling from the master bedroom. 

"Is THAT Cassie's voice!!?" Summer shrieked out loudly. 

This was followed by a piercing squeal, then little bare feet slaps against marble, running down the hall toward us. 

She squealed out again, "Cassie your HAIR!!" 

Then the little spider monkey dove right into Cassandra's arms. 

"Hi baby". Was all that Cassie could get out, before Summer began forcing her tongue into Cassandra's mouth. 

"What am I gonna do with these two?" I thought to myself, while raising an annoyed eyebrow and shaking my head. 

"Sheer panties and a crop top Summer, really?" I said to her. 

"I think those are fuckin' hot", Cassandra bluntly declared as Summer did a bratty little pose, shaking her ass in my face. 

These two were clearly feeding off one another and had regressed into bratty, sex-crazed, teen girls.

Perhaps I should fan the flames? 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: A Proper Homecoming