Rogue Squadron

Continued from: Summer's Birthday

Summer was having a great time at her costume party. She's a huge Star Wars nerd and between Summer, Vanessa and Cassandra, they were calling themselves the Rogue Squadron now. Summer was apparently "Red 5", whatever that means...? 

Maybe she could be Red bum 5? Her juicy arse looked absolutely adorable in her little outfit. How could I not want to give it a smack and a nibble. 

I found out later "Red 5" is a call-sign, like Maverick or Iceman. *shrug*

I kept things fairly vanilla and rather than a costume, went with a 1950s pinup model look. This is typically the look I use for clients who want a "Mommy" spanking. Vintage Mary Janes, nude seamed stockings and always pearls! Yes, yes, I'm being a costume party pooper, for now. 

I asked Summer who was rockin' the hotdog costume, and why on earth. She told me it was some friend of Vanessa's and he apparently has a big dick. I just about spit my drink out!

"So that's why he's in a hotdog costume?" I asked Summer. 

"Oui," she replied. 

Good lord! "Seriously?" 

I shook my head and looked Kaylee's way, who had just overheard us. Kaylee was a cock-hungry sissy slut now and the girls had him in a cute little Sailor Moon costume. I'm sure he was biting his bottom lip when he heard the "big dick" comment.  

I nudged Vanessa and told her to introduce Kaylee to the hotdog man! Haha. 

About half-way through the night, Summer didn't notice but Cassie and I had snuck off to the bedroom to work on Summer's birthday surprise. Oh the things I do for my sweet baby girl...

Cassandra started to help me undress and get me into this ridiculous costume she rented for me. 

She dimmed all the lights in the room. 

"Cassie, do I need to carry this laser sword thingy?" I asked.

"Haha...Laser sword! Did you seriously just say that? It's a lightsaber Mistress," Cassie teased. 

"Here, press that button on the hilt," Cassie guided. 

The darkness of the room suddenly illuminated with a red glow, as the saber ignited to life with a loud electrical sound.

 "Ohhhh Mistress! You look great!" Cassandra complimented. 

I must admit, I did feel a little badass in this moment!

Cassie ran down the hall to get Summer for the big reveal. She returned with Summer, who had her hands over her eyes, being led to the couch. Cassie dove out of the way and got her camera ready to capture the moment, before saying, 

"Ok Summer, you can open your eyes now." 

I'm glad I had this helmet on because the squeal that came out of Summer would have deafened me.  

"Is it you??! Andrea is this YOU?!!"  She screamed out, all while crying tears of excitement and joy.

I nodded my Lordly helmet.

She squealed again and rushed me, jumping into my arms while cry-laughing. 

We tumbled down to the floor and my helmet flew off and bounced across the room. 

"Happy birthday baby." I giggled out, as I helped her up to her knees.

With tears in her eyes she kissed me deeply, then said, "I love you Andrea. You're my dream-girl!"

Awww, my little Comi-con nerd! I enjoy making her dreams come true!

Maybe I could shed a few layers of costume and really make her dreams come true. I can totally rock this look!

We returned to the party so Summer could show off her birthday present, ME!! We posed for some pictures and some action shots. 

Then we just danced, swaying in circles, embraced into each others arms like there was no one else in the room.

I couldn't help but notice Kaylee and Captain Hotdog had snuck off somewhere.

I can only imagine what sort of mischief Kaylee is up too! Good thing his dick is still locked up!

Ohhh sissy Kaylee, you just can't help it can you? 

As the remainder of the party thinned out and Summer blew out her candles, I thought it was high-time to round up the Rogue Squadron and put an end to their rebel alliance, once and for all!

I had never played with Vanessa before but from what Summer has told me, she's down for whatever, bondage included. And good lord was she ever sexy, when I peeled her out of that costume. 

"Alright you rebel sluts! Don't go anywhere (haha)...I need to swap my lightsaber out for a riding crop." I teasingly tormented Vader's three captives. 

Side-note: Cassandra is definitely going to whipped for the state of her pubic area! I've had to punish her for this before and she knows better!

I shed a layer and got into something a little more Darth Dominant. 

Obviously my birthday girl needed a birthday spanking. I dealt with that first while the other two whimpered and watched. 

Then I let them down so we could all play together. 

It was a wild friggen night! I can't believe I fucked Summer with a Darth Vader helmet on! Cassandra had been right all along, Summer loved every second of this night, despite how goofy I felt with all this cosplay. 

I'll begrudgingly admit though, it was a fun night. Summer's reaction to Darth Domina, made it all worth it in the end.   

Happy birthday, baby! I love you. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer's Birthday

Continued from: Return to the Woodshed Pt.2

Does anyone else wake up in the morning to a room that smells of sex, flaky residual candlewax on your wife's nipples and your secretary passed out with a butt plug still in her ass?

Cripes these two are a handful when they're together!

After we untangled ourselves from my matrimonial bed, Cassie and Summer scurried off to shower together and likely mess around some more. 

Cassandra came over for some drinks last night and to talk about Summer's upcoming birthday. Boy...did things ever escalate! *Phew

Later that morning I came downstairs to find these two pixies commiserating on the couch together. They were giggling and right into a match of rock, paper, scissors over something. I don't even wanna ask what the issue of contention was.

During breakfast they finally spilled the beans, beginning with Summer who was batting her eyelashes at me, using a baby-voice and calling me Mommy. 

Summer: 

"Mommy, Cassie and I want to have a costume party for my birthday. Can we, can we, please, please?!" 

Me: "Like a Halloween costume party? Girls, it's June!"

Cassandra: 

"My friend just opened a costume rental place in town, it's pretty fuckin' rad." 

"You know what won't be pretty rad, the bar of soap you'll be holding in your potty-mouth Cassandra Leigh?!"

"Sorry Ma'am." 

"Pretty pleaaaaaase, Mommy, can we?!!" 

"Will there be vanilla people at this party?"

"Probably, yes."

"My friend was hoping to get some shots of us in her rental costumes to post on her Insta."

"And you want to use the upper floor space?" 

"Yes Mommy." 

"Alright girls. No French Maids, no schoolgirls, no stripper attire. Cassandra I'm lookin' at you here!"

"Awwww..."

"Will any of the sissies be there?"

"Probably Kaylee. But he's almost passable now." 

"He likes dress up! Maybe we can find him a Disney Princess costume? Hehe." 

"Ok, just don't freak the Vanillas out, ok?" 

"Yes Mommy." 

"Yes Mistress." 

The two of them squealed and hugged each other, then came over to kiss my cheeks and thank me. Cassie leaned in for a whisper. She had an idea to surprise Summer...

"What?! No...I'm not wearing that or doing that." 

"Please Ma'am! She'll love it." 

"What? What will I love?" 

"Don't worry about it Beeotch, you lost the rock, paper, scissors. Your birthday is mine to plan!"

"I have two costumes as you know Cassandra, Andrea and Mistress Andrea..."

"You're no fun!"

"Every party has a pooper Cassie." 

Summer giggled. Not knowing at ALL what Cassandra just asked me to do.

A few days had passed since that conversation. I just finished giving Cassie her weekly maintenance spanking in my office. When her cornertime concluded she brought up the birthday party again, as it was now only a week away. 

"Thank you for my spanking Ma'am." 

"You're welcome sweetheart. You know these weekly ones are just to keep you on track yes?" 

"Yes Ma'am, I know." 

"Mistress...'member that costume idea I told you about. The one for you? Well...I maybe rented it for you anyway Ma'am.

"Oh?" 

"Would you please reconsider Ma'am? She'll be over the moon!! You know how much of a nerd she is when it comes to that stuff!"

"Don't you remember her crying her eyes out during the last movie?" 

"I'll think about it Cassie." 

"Ohhhh Mistress!! You're the best!"

The following weekend was Summer's birthday party. She was oozing with excitement. Vanessa was roped into their big scheme too and the three of them disappeared upstairs to suit up, before any other guests arrived. 

I met them outside to take their photo. I must say, the three of them were pretty freakin' cute!

"Look Andrea! We're the Rogue Squadron!" Summer beamed out loud.  

They spent the next few minutes taking selfies outside, before the party was set to pop off. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Rogue Squadron

 

 

 

 

   

A Return to the Woodshed Pt.2

Continued from: Return to the Woodshed Pt.1

Before we get back to Nancy I wanted to take a moment to speak about therapeutic, adult spanking. This is why Nancy is with me today, this is the type of session she wanted and has asked for in the past. I don't need to know why she needs this form of therapy, her head is already in the right place and she has summoned the strength and courage to follow through with something she feels she needs. 

Obviously her emotional "cup" is full, overflowing even, and I have the means and the expertise to empty her "cup". 

Nancy, who is in her late forties, favours the more "little" and vulnerable headspace when she is spanked. For this reason, I always have her dressed like a little girl before her session begins. The humiliation of this attire alone, gets her emotions right to the surface for me. 

Nancy also wants her disciplinarian to emulate a caring but strict "Daddy" role. When I saw her for the first time, ages ago, she was content with me playing a masculine role for her. I did not have an actual male at the Facility in that period of time. 

I suppose I have Russell now, who could spank her when needed. I'll have to ask her at the end of her session if she wants to explore this option. 

Next comes the context of her spanking. For reasons unknown to me and unknown to Cassandra who books Nancy and does her consultations, Nancy wants to hear: "go see Daddy young lady, he is very disappointed with you!" 

Once that a-bomb of a line is dropped, Nancy is usually bawling! Shuffling through the Facility to find me, her "Daddy", fully accepting that a spanking is coming and it's for her own good. 

If her ultimate goal of seeing me is just to have a good cry, I'm the little push that she needs to get her there. If she is harbouring pent-up guilt or shame about something, I provide her the outlet to process and answer for her past if that's what her therapy entails. 

The fact that she's bawling before she even goes over my lap, means 70% of my work is already done for me. The spanking itself, is just icing on the cake. 

During this particular session we started in the den. I was wearing jeans with a big wide belt, plaid shirt and boots. When I took her over my lap she was bubbling out snotty tears and saying, "I'm sorry Daddy!" 

Again...don't need to know why she's sorry or why she's saying that.

She's in her own headspace where she wants to be. When I lifted her dress and began to hand-spank her over her panties, this is what she wanted to communicate. It's what made sense to her in the moment. 

Marching her out to the woodshed came next, I think she processes this as an old-fashioned, Daddy move, something from a different time. The burly and hard-working farm-Dad, dragging his daughter by the bicep, out to the woodshed for a good switching or strapping. She forgot to seed the south field or something, and spent the afternoon under a shade-tree, daydreaming about the Thompson boy from her church. 

The "woodshed" itself and the threat of being taken to the woodshed must have had some more intense connotation back in the day. Like the discipline has to be administered out here, as it will be too severe to do in the house around Mother and your siblings? 

"Noooo Daddy, not in there!"  Nancy began to plea when I got her outside. Outside where others may see or hear?! 

I made her remove her dress while standing out in the open, before we entered the shed. I wanted her to have a few humiliating moments in just her bra and panties, standing in the spring breeze. 

I have been meaning to get a nice old sawhorse for the shed. Maybe a soft sheep-hide on the horizontal portion, for naughty adults like Nancy to drape their mid-section across. Then use some old tack leather to bind the wrists and ankles to the legs of the sawhorse. One day maybe...

I still utilize the wooden pillory in the shed, which is just as vulnerable as the sawhorse idea. The neck and wrists get secured in place before a padlock is added to the frame. The bottom is presented nicely and the feet and legs are embarrassingly free to kick and dance about, an especially common performance during a switching or caning. 

I deliberately left the shed door ajar and started with some nice hand-spanks on her upper thighs and her bottom. Nancy needed a little more warming up over her panties before I reached for the leather strap hanging from the wall. 

After developing some lovely layers of colour, I hiked her panties right down and off and reached for the strap. 

I left her bra on, but in hindsight I may rethink this in future. Based on some of the content I recently saw between Russ and Miss Julie and the position the pillory forces the body into, I could get a more humiliating gravity assist here. 

If I had removed Nancy's bra or at least pulled it up so her bare boobs dangle, when she is feet-dancing under the strap and struggling in the pillory, her breasts would bounce and flop about. A move like this could expand the embarrassment of her experience.

I gave her 26 lashes with the strap, making her count each out loud and say, "I'm sorry Daddy." 

Most of that was incoherent. There was a lot of tears and sniffling.

I positioned her in timeout and still left the door ajar. I told her I'd be back in thirty minutes and that she was not to move. 

When her time was up I went back outside and made the decision to march her into the house without her dress and panties. One final walk of shame with a bright red bum to show off to the neighbours. 

Aftercare with Nancy is always a great experience. She remains in her "little" headspace and doesn't want to change yet. She curls up on my lap and cries some more. She thanks me verbally, over and over again, while burying her face in my shoulder and squeezing me tightly.

This is a woman who knows a lot about herself, what she needs and when. I really enjoy having a client like her, who is so in-touch with her emotions. 

Her therapy sessions are 100% non-sexual in the moment. What she does when she gets home however, who knows. I've never asked...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Summer's Birthday

   

  

 

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! 

*******************

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