A Rose by any other Name

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Splashing the Water

Continued from: The Deep End

[FF/mm] [mom-daughter] [family taboo] [spanking] [OTK] [humiliation] [cornertime] [chastity] 

**Caution: this story involves taboo, family dynamics**

As the doors swung shut behind them, the bright expanse of the living room seemed to close in, amplifying the sense of trepidation that gripped the brothers. Before them, Bella and Cassandra orchestrated a deliberate, choreographed sequence, positioning two straight-backed chairs in the center of the room with eerie silence. 

The atmosphere was brimming with female authority as the women seated themselves knee-to knee, their laps forming a sturdy, unyielding base. The command came from Aunt Bella, low and unmistakable: "Remove your trunks." 

Connor and Marcus hesitated, their minds recoiling from the implications, but ultimately succumbing to the strict disciplinarians who now governed this space. With faltering hands, they shed their last vestiges of modesty, exposing themselves to the pitiless scrutiny of their aunt and cousin.  

Naked, vulnerable, and utterly at the mercy of these two, as their genitals hung limp and helpless. Cassandra and Bella both gave a pat to their laps, and as if drawn by unseen forces, the brothers gravitated towards the dominant sides of the waiting women and draped themselves over their knees. 

As the women's palms descended in synchronized rhythm, a flurry of crisp smacks peppered the brothers' naked bottoms, each strike a precise calibration of force and timing. But this was merely just the prologue, a warm-up spanking to ready the area for the main event. 

With calculated deliberation, Bella and Cassandra rubbed the sting away from their palms and reached for the wooden hairbrushes that had been lying in wait. The brushes were dense, heavy and would soon be transformed into a heavy paddle, dispensing a severity that would leave the boys sobbing. 

As the brush strokes began to rain down, a shared sob burst forth from Connor and Marcus, their masculine pride crumbling beneath the shame of crying like little girls. The tears flowed freely now, unrestrained by any pretense of bravado. 

When the spankings ended, Connor was dispatched to the corner of the room, head bowed and hands clasps behind his head. Meanwhile, Marcus was sent outside to retrieve the object of his earlier transgression - Cassandra's tantalizing panties. He traversed the distance to the pool house completely nude, sporting a very red bottom. Once he secured Cassandra's underwear, he scurried back to the privacy of the main home and into a powder room where he was previously instructed to report. 

With deliberate slowness, Bella's hand extended, beckoning Marcus closer. The panties, still clutched in his trembling fingers, were gently coaxed by toward his nose. "Sniff deeply, dear boy." Bella murmured, her tone husky and sexual. 

His nostrils were awoken with the musky scent of Cassandra's arousal, his erect penis now twitching in Pavlovian response. Bella grabbed his wrist, directing his hand toward his cock. "Stroke yourself, Marcus. Show me how much you crave your cousin." Her grip tightened around his wrist, forcing his fingers to close around his shaft. 

After several deep inhales to the gusset of Cassandra's panties, the humiliating prop was set aside as Marcus began to vigorously masturbate under Bella's strict guidance. 

The toilet bowl yawned open before him, the water a cruel mirror reflecting his debasement. With each downward stroke, she coached him, her language filthy and graphic. "Feel your spunk building for Auntie, boy. Imagine Cassandra's juicy pussy, soaking through her little panties." 

Marcus' hips bucked erratically as he obeyed, lost in the vortex of depraved fantasy. Just as he teetered on the precipice of orgasm, Bella leaned in to grab his cock and aim it at the water . "Now, Marcus. Cum for Auntie. Fill that toilet with your shameful load." 

The evidence of his humiliation splashed into the water in thick ropes. Bella's hand instinctively reached for the toilet handle, flushing the mess into porcelain void. The swift motion was almost merciful, sparing him the agony of beholding his own ejaculate. 

No sooner had the echoes of the flush faded than Cassandra materialized in the doorway. Dangling from her elegant fingers, like an ornament of humiliation, was a sleek male chastity device - a cold, unforgiving testament to Marcus' current predicament. 

Once he was locked away, he was escorted by Cassandra back to the living room. As the game of musical chairs unfolded, Connor's crimson posterior was ushered out of the timeout corner, his naked form replaced by Marcus, who adopted a similar stance of abject submission. 

Cassandra escorted Connor into the bathroom where Aunt Bella awaited. The coveted panties, dangled once more in Bella's grasp. 

"Imagine the way her sweet pussy would feel, squeezing that cock of yours." Bella's coaching echoed through the small space as Connor buried his nose into the crotch of Cassandra's panties. His strokes gained urgency as he finally succumbed to the intoxicating blend of shame and arousal. 

After Connor experienced the indignity of cumming into the toilet like a common animal, Cassandra, right on queue, appeared with a second chastity cage. 

As the last vestiges of daylight surrendered to the evening's gentle hush, the two boys stood in silence, facing the corner for the next hour. Reddened skin glowed like embers on their bare bottoms, a poignant reminder of their behaviour. 

Cassandra and Bella were quite pleased with each other. 

Chastity cages, metal and inescapable, imprisoned their desires, rendering them impotent against the sensual presence of the two Goth women. One hour would pass in slow, agonizing increments, leaving Marcus and Connor plenty of time to think what fresh indignities and punishments await them. After all, they were staying at Auntie's for a week!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: A Rose by any other Name

 

The Deep End

Continued from: Trophy Wife

[FF/mm] [mom-daughter] [family taboo] [spanking] [OTK] [humiliation] [panty thief]

Preface

I recently joined Reddit, as it seems to be a welcoming platform where there are not only BDSM and spanking groups, but also Sims and NSFW Sims groups. I have more blog fans coming forward than ever before. Tons and tons of sissies in chastity, omg. The sissies are well represented on Reddit, good for them, and be sure to stay locked while you read my blog, gurls! 

I wanted to take this opportunity to explain to some of my new readers, how this blog came to be in the first place. 

I was inspired by a fellow blogger, Miss Julie. It's really that simple. If you're new to blogs and are recently here as a result of Reddit, I highly recommend you go check her out: 

Strict Miss Julie Spanks / Miss Julie Spanked  

The content is predominately spanking, domestic discipline, vulnerability and humiliation of adult males and females. Diaper play, pee, pegging, chastity and so much more. Oh, and many of these stories are REAL, as she chronicles in explicit detail, the spanking escapades of her and her hubby's "unique" relationship. Some of mine are based on real people and real events from my life, but hers...well, go see for yourself. 

She's been at it for over a decade now, with north of 16 million page views. She has published a series of e-books, these were great to read with such spanko embarrassment and shame it'll make your skin crawl and dick hard. For all the ladies, wayyyy better masturbation fuel than fifty shades, trust me! 

Collections of Spanking Stories

Miss Julie and I are in no way affiliated, apart from the fact we're both Canadian. We just seem to be the last of a potentially fleeting group of bloggers, still trying to provide an escape and a thrill to our loyal readers. I've always been a fan of hers and I urge you to go have a look, let me know what you think.  

I should have noticed this sooner, but Miss Julie always seems to mix in a pool scene. Whether it's an overly flirty wife, needing to be spanked in the pool house, or it's some middle-aged uncle, creeping his tight little niece in her bikini. Either scenario usually ends with a very red bum and even redder face. I thought to myself, I've never done a pool scene; despite the fact the Sims platform allows for a pool. 

It's been a hot summer so far, maybe it's time to install a pool!?  ; ) 

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The Deep End 

**Caution: this story involves taboo, family dynamics**

It was a languid afternoon in late September, the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with only wispy strands of cloud scattered across its expanse. In the midst of this serene backdrop, Marcus and Connor, two-rambunctious teens, found themselves arguing with their parents that they no longer needed a babysitter. 

Their parents, embarking on a well-deserved evening out, had arranged for the boy's cousin, Cassandra, to babysit. The boy's moods were tempered by the looming prospect of being cooped-up indoors with an icky girl, while they'd rather play guns or trucks, or do boy things outside.

As they idled away the minutes, their restlessness was palpable until suddenly, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their unwanted caregiver. Her ensemble was boring and drab to the boys, with a palate of tones reflecting her Catholic-school uniformity, finished off with nerdy glasses that screamed book-worm.  

As the evening unfolded, Marcus and Connor became engrossed in the virtual battlefields of their video games. Meanwhile, Cassandra settled onto the floor with textbooks and notebooks arrayed around her. Her pleated schoolgirl skirt, seemingly innocent, rode up incrementally as she kicked-up her legs at the back and got down to studying. The merest hint of snowy-white panties poked from beneath her pleats, the fabric was so fine they appeared almost sheer, inviting the boys' imaginations to fill in the blanks.

An unspoken understanding hung in the air, as the boys exchanged glances. A silent conspiracy of adolescent longing, each secretly nurturing a forbidden fascination with their 18-year-old cousin.

This was the last time the boys saw Cassandra. As the years passed, they knew she went away to some swanky dance academy, at a school for the performing arts, but she seemed to fall off the map after that. 

Until however, the summer of 2024, when temperatures rose above forty degrees Celsius in southern Canada.

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"Connor, Marcus," their mother sang out to them. "Your Auntie Bella has a pool...she asked if you'd like to spend the week at her place. I think your cousin is home too..." 

As the Thompson brothers sheepishly stepped out of the sweltering summer air and into the shaded grandeur of Aunt Bella's estate, their gazes collided with a vision that left their jaws agape. Before them, stood their cousin Cassandra - a ravishing metamorphosis of the emo youngster they remembered. Her transformation was nothing short of breathtaking, as if she'd been reborn from the embers of adolescent awkwardness into the sultry goddess before them. 

The smallest of jean shorts cupped her rounded bottom, while a white bikini tops strained to contain her perfect breasts. A dazzling array of tattoos danced across her skin, swirling in intricate patters that shimmered in the dappled sunlight, filtering through the trees. Piercings glinted along her ears, nose and belly button, imbuing her with an edgy, rebellious allure that had Connor and Marcus salivating. 

The air was heavy with tension as they struggled to reconcile this audacious beauty with the gangly, introverted girl of their memories. Cassandra surveyed them coldly, her expression unreadable beneath the blackness of her sunglasses. The scrawny teen boys tried to puff up and look muscular, but Cassie had already rolled her eyes at Marcus' feeble attempt to grow a beard, and pursed her lips at Connor's unmanly blondeness.   

As the brothers rough-housed in the turquoise waters, their laughter echoing off the estate's manicured lawns, Bella and Cassandra reclined on sun-kissed loungers, observing the commotion. To nineteen-year-old Marcus and eighteen year-old Connor, Auntie Bella and their cousin Cassandra represented dual incarnations of feminine allure, each exerting a distinct yet equally potent pull on their adolescent libidos.  

While Cassandra's pierced, tattooed beauty embodied the reckless abandon of youth, Aunt Bella's sultry, mature glamour seemed to hint at secrets and experiences gleaned from a world beyond their wildest imaginings. 

Suddenly, Cassandra carelessly tossed aside her miniature jean shorts. The brothers' gazes converged upon the tantalizing spectacle unfolding before them. 

Her toned body, honed from years of professional dance, was now splayed across the lounger, the tender flesh of her bum bisected by a thread of white bikini fabric. The delicate thong, stretched taut within the crevice of her ass, became an object of fixation for Marcus and Connor, which did not go unnoticed by Aunt Bella. 

As they lingered in the cool waters, Marcus and Connor discreetly waited for their inflamed desires to subside, willing their stubborn erections to recede beneath the surface. Finally, with their bodies returned to a state of semi-calm, they scrambled out of the pool, exchanging awkward glances as they both declared they needed to pee, while making their way toward the pool house. 

They slipped into the relative seclusion of the pool house to discover a treasure trove of forbidden delights. This must be where Cassandra changed! A set of women's clothing lay strewn about, amidst the scattered garments, one item captured their undivided attention. 

Without a word, Marcus and Connor simultaneously converged upon the enticing prize, their fingers closing around the delicate and sexy panties, recently shed by their cousin. Giggles bubbled forth as they handled the intimate relic, their imaginations conjuring visions of Cassandra's dripping arousal, sheathed within those very silken folds.

As they stood transfixed, their fingers fondling the silky panties, the sound of Aunt Bella's voice shattered the spell, her words laced with a maternal reprimand. "What do you two think you're doing? Don't you know better than to rifle through someone's private things?" Her tone conveyed a stern authority, yet beneath its surface lurked a hint of subtle amusement. 

Marcus and Connor froze, their faces flushing with guilt as their minds raced with the implications of being caught. As Bella's words still hung in the air, Cassandra sauntered into the pool house and was struck with the realization of what just happened. 

"You perverts!" She hissed, her black-eyes glaring, searing through the brothers. "Sniffing my panties like a couple of animals! What kind of sickos are you?" 

"No, we didn't do that, we just picked th-them..." Connor tried to plead their innocence but to no avail. 

Bella's countenance darkened, her features compressing into a mask of displeasure. "You've crossed a line, boys," she declared, her voice laced with a quiet fury. "Despite your adult ages, I'm afraid a lesson in privacy and respect is due. You're both going to receive a well-deserved spanking, on the bare!"

As the boys exchanged panicked glances, Cassandra's hand snapped out, clutching Connor's earlobe, while Bella seized Marcus' with an unyielding grip. Together, they frog-marched the struggling brother's towards the main house, Bella's heels clicking out a staccato rhythm on the stone pathway. 

The afternoon air was heavy with tension as they vanished into the privacy of the home, leaving behind a trail of humiliation and fear in their wake... 

*Gulp* 

Uh-oh boys, you're in for it now. Although, I'm sure some of my readers would volunteer to take your place...about to be spanked by a mother/daughter duo!

It must be so horrible! *wink*

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Splashing the Water

 

 

Trophy Wife

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