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

Raise my Allowance

Continued from: The Mad Scientist

A Sarah Jane story

[F/f] [F/fm] [chastity] [lezdom] [69] [foot worship] [tease & denial] [HoH]

Oh my goodness gracious, it's been an eternity since I last savoured the delight of Daddy's cock! A whole two weeks, if you can believe it! I've been counting down the days, my horniness growing more unbearable by the hour. 

The joys of being a cherished little sex slave in Mistress Andrea's world comes with both rewards and challenges. It's not uncommon for me to receive special treats and allowances, but I know that certain privileges are not included in my standard package deal. Like the ability to unlock Daddy's precious penis whenever I please, even though we are an official, intimate couple. 

One of the perks however, is the regular playtime sessions I am granted with Summer, my sweet friend and Mistress Andrea's wife. That little minx has recently introduced a new technique to our playtimes. As we assume the 69 position, right in the living room in front of "Mommy" and "Daddy", she'll gently finger my asshole while licking my pussy with gusto. Needless to say, I return the favour with equal enthusiasm, inserting a finger...or three...into her bum as I devour her delicious pussy. 

It must have been so torturous for Daddy, sitting there beside Mistress Andrea, watching Summer and I play while his cock is locked up. This was all by design though, a product of Mistress' cruel creativity. I really wanted to help him out and earn those chastity keys more often, or at least for longer. Also serving my own selfish purposes, I wanted some dick! Lots and lots of dick! Summer's tongue is amazing and she can wield a strap-on like none other, but I craved the real thing. 

One particular evening, desperation had gotten the better of me, and I found myself seeking out Mistress Andrea in the living room, where she sat enthroned, nose buried in a book. I approached her with all the trepidation of a naughty little girl, my bashful demeanour a mere façade of my naughty intentions.  

"Mommy?" I ventured, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible. 

"Could I maybe, possibly get an increase in my allowance?" My heart skipped a beat as I awaited her response, my fingers crossed protectively in front of my throbbing pussy. But alas, instead of a benevolent smile, Mommy's expression turned stern, her brow furrowing in disapproval. 

Before I could even process what was happening, she'd snagged me by the wrist and deposited me summarily over her knee! A faint blush crept up my cheeks as she tugged my panties down to my ankles, realizing I was about to get a good old-fashioned spanking on the bare. 

My inner little girl let out a tiny squeak of protest as the first smack landed, but I knew I was in for a thorough blistering. After all, Mommy always knows best, and I'd clearly been too big for my britches. 

A few days after that initial failed request, I found myself mustering up the courage to ask once more for an increase in my allowance. It seems I just can't learn my lesson, can I, Mommy? 

My boldness was rewarded with a trip down to the dungeon space, where I was stripped out of my little jammies and my dignity. I got strung up by my wrists and Mistress Andrea gave me a nice long whipping that night. 

But even that didn't deter me from making another plea in a few days. 

FUCK!

"Mommy, would it be ok if..."

DAMN!

"Mommy, could I play with Daddy's coc..."

...SON OF A!

This time I ended up getting a series of stinging lashes to my breasts, pussy and bottom hole - in a variety of very exposed and very vulnerable positions. 

I won't deny it, the sensation was absolutely thrilling and torturous in equal measure. But as I reflected on these episodes, I realized that perhaps, just perhaps, I needed these lessons in humility, in self control. After all, a little girl such as myself must always remember her place in this household... 

I've come to realize that Mommy expects so much more from me than just completing my household chores. 

To earn my allowance of maybe thirty minutes with Daddy's chastity keys, maybe forty-five, I had been doing the dishes, vacuuming, even hand-washing Mommy's panties and hosiery for her. But I was still missing something to earn a raise in my allowance. 

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands, quite literally, and surprise her with a little display of devotion. One evening, without warning, I sank down onto my knees before her, my heart racing with anticipation. 

I locked my gaze onto her feet, encased in the most seductive of stockings and high heels. Picking up on my intent almost immediately, Mistress gracefully swung a leg over the other, crossing them and dangling her outstretched high heel in deliberate offering. 

"May I, Mommy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "may I have the privilege of removing your high heels? My gaze remained cast downward, awaiting her response. 

To my relief, Mommy granted me permission, and I quickly set to work on liberating her feet from the heavenly shoes. Next, I carefully cleaned and polished them in front of her, sitting cross-legged on the floor like a little girl. 

Without being prompted, I gently cradled her hosed foot in my hands, showering them with intimate kisses and tender licks, up and down her soles and toes. 

My fingers worked their magic too, manually massaging away any tension or stress she might have accumulated during the day as our head-of-household. As I began to suck on her hosed toes, I could sense Mommy's growing satisfaction, her arousal radiating outward like a warm glow. By the time I had rid her of her stockings and was now licking the arches and pads of her bare feet, she was gently masturbating, bringing herself all the way to orgasm, her face beaming with pleasure. 

"Now I'll raise your allowance!" She giggled, her chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftershocks of her lovely climax. A whopping ninety minutes! Ninety minutes of unfettered access to Daddy's chastity keys. This was my allowance for serving Mommy so well!

Would I choose to set Daddy free, allowing him to ravish me with abandon? Or would I opt to keep him locked away, teasing him mercilessly until the timer runs out? 

Vote in the comments everyone, what should I do? I have ninety minutes with the keys. 

Tease and I'll probably be punished for it later. Unlock him and get ravaged...either way, I'm fucked! Hehe. 

And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Sarah Jane 

💟

Continued in: Helping a Friend

The Mad Scientist

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