Shattered Masculinity

Continued from: Smooth Reflections

"Don't be shy sweetheart, open your closet," Vanessa mischievously purred to her husband Derek, as he stood in a ridiculous pair of satin panties and ruffled knee socks, ending at pastel pink Mary Janes.

Derek audibly gasped as the closet door creaked open. 

Ruffles, lace, and an abundance of pink dominate the space. The once-dull and monotonous men's wardrobe has been replaced with a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, reflecting his sissy persona.

Vanessa, with a smirk on her face, guides Derek through the treasure trove of garments. She takes great pleasure in presenting each piece, highlighting its unique features and the significance it holds in their dynamic. From frilly dresses to lacy petticoats, the closet tells a story of what is expected of Derek in the future of their relationship. 

Derek's eyes widen with a mix of excitement and apprehension as he explores the feminine ensembles before him. He runs his fingers over the delicate fabrics, feeling their softness against his skin. Each item is meticulously chosen to accentuate his curves, emphasizing his sissy identity and reinforcing his submission.

Vanessa, understanding Derek’s need for deep humiliation, indulges his desire to be dressed as an elaborate little girl. She selects an ensemble with meticulous care, ensuring that every detail contributes to the transformation.

The new outfit, tailored to accentuate Derek’s femininity, features a fluffy, pastel-colored dress adorned with lace and ribbons. The fabric is soft and comfortable, designed to create a sense of innocence and playfulness. She accessorizes the outfit with a matching hair bow, to compliment the frilly socks he was already wearing.

As Vanessa dresses Derek in the elaborate little girl attire, a sense of vulnerability and surrender washes over him. He allows himself to embrace the childlike innocence and playfulness that the outfit represents, willingly surrendering to the nurturing care and guidance provided by his wife.

In this new persona, Derek finds solace and a temporary escape from the responsibilities of adulthood. The transformation into an elaborately dressed little girl allows him to explore a different facet of his submission, finding comfort and security in the role that Vanessa guides him through.

"Go ahead little one, twirl in the mirror for me," Vanessa teasingly cooed. 

Derek's stomach was sickened with butterflies of humiliation, as he took in his full form in the floor-length mirror and performed a twirl. His bottom lip began to tremble as he crawled to Vanessa's lap for support. 

As Derek kneels before Vanessa, with her commanding presence, she poses a thought-provoking question, asking if he deserves to have conventional sex like a “real man” would.

The question hangs in the air, laden with implications and challenging societal expectations. Derek’s heart skips a beat as he processes the inquiry, his mind racing to find an answer that aligns with their unique dynamic. He understands that their FLR encompasses a different set of norms and desires, and conventional definitions of masculinity may not hold the same weight within their relationship.

Derek’s thoughts swirl as he contemplates his response. The chastity cage restrains his desires, reinforcing the control that Vanessa holds over his sexual pleasure. He considers the depth of their connection, the fulfillment he finds in his humiliation, and the satisfaction he derives from serving her in ways that extend beyond conventional notions of sex.

With a mixture of vulnerability and conviction, Derek meets Vanessa’s gaze and answers truthfully, his voice trembles with shame and inadequacy. 

"No Ma'am."

He acknowledges that their dynamic transcends conventional expectations and that the fulfillment he experiences through his submission and service to her far outweighs the desire for conventional sexual encounters.

Vanessa observes Derek’s response, her eyes softening with empathy and understanding. She recognizes the vulnerability it takes for him to acknowledge his limitations within their dynamic. In that moment, she reassures him that his worth and value as a submissive partner are not tied to conforming to conventional expectations of masculinity or sexual encounters.

"This is why I have to fuck Anthony, honey, I hope you understand that?" Vanessa coos. 

With a gentle touch, Vanessa places her hand on Derek’s cheek, imparting a sense of acceptance and reassurance. She reminds him that Anthony should be here soon and that she needs to get Derek's make-up on. 

"Make sure you curtsy and address him 'Sir', as you answer the door sweetheart," Vanessa sternly reminds Derek of the respectful protocols. 

As the doorbell rings, signaling Anthony’s arrival, Derek’s heart races. He takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to step into the next phase of their dynamic. With Vanessa’s guidance, he descends the stairs, his frilly dress fluttering with each step. Her words ring out in his mind, making his tummy ill with butterflies. 

“Remember, sissy, your purpose is to please and serve. Embrace your role and trust in our dynamic.”

With those words echoing in his mind, Derek opens the door, revealing Anthony standing before him. Derek performs a dainty curtsy, his voice soft and submissive. “Welcome, Sir,” he utters, his wispy feminine voice carrying a mix of nervousness and obedience.

Anthony’s eyes scan Derek from head to toe, taking in the sight before him. A smirk forms on his face, a mix of amusement and intrigue. He nods in acknowledgment and steps inside, ready to explore the depths of Vanessa’s desires with Derek as a submissive participant. A participant who was swiftly excused to the corner of the room by Vanessa. 

After some small talk between Anthony and Vanessa, she summons her husband from the corner and asks him to "look after" Anthony. 

Derek approaches, swallowing a lump of jealously in his throat and fighting off tears. 

"May I show you to my wife's bedroom, Sir?" 

As Derek utters his request in his wispy feminine voice, a moment of anticipation hangs in the air. Anthony’s gaze lingers on him, studying the submissive sissy before him. He takes a moment to consider the proposition, understanding the dynamics at play and the power exchange that has brought them together.

With a nod of approval, Anthony acknowledges Derek’s request, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of amusement. “Lead the way, little girl,” he responds, his tone conveying a mix of authority and ridicule.

Derek’s heart quickens as he guides Anthony toward the bedroom, his delicate hand gripping Anthony’s firmly. He feels a sense of both nervousness and excitement, knowing that his purpose in this moment is to serve and prepare Anthony to please Vanessa.

As they enter the bedroom, Derek’s submissive nature takes over, and he gracefully takes on the role of Anthony’s obedient attendant. He fetches towels, lubricant and discreetly arranges the room, ensuring an environment that will cater to Anthony’s desires and his wife's pleasures. 

With each subtle movement, Derek's femininity and submission are on full display. He maintains an air of grace and obedience, his voice remaining soft and deferential as he addresses Anthony. “Is there anything else I can do to assist you, Sir?” he asks, his words carrying a mixture of deep shame and humiliation. 

Anthony’s gaze travels over Derek’s delicate form, appreciating the effort and devotion he has put into his sissy role. A smile dances upon his lips as he responds, his voice firm yet appreciative. “For now, sissy girl, your presence is enough. Remain attentive and ready to serve.” Derek dipped into a shallow curtsy and responded. 

"Yes Sir," 

Derek's words trembled from his mouth, as he kneels to wait for the arrival of Vanessa. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy Husband Fluffs

Smooth Reflections

Continued from: The First Click in their Relationship

In the quiet intimacy of their bedroom, Derek stands before a mirror, his reflection gazing back at him with vulnerability and acceptance, having just been spanked over his wife's knee and sent to the corner for thirty minutes. Residual tears glisten on his cheeks, evidence of the emotional journey he has embarked on within their cherished Female-Led Relationship. He gazes at his naked form, his chastity device a constant reminder of his submission and devotion to Vanessa.

Sensing his emotional state, Vanessa stands gently behind him, her presence a soothing balm for his soul. Her touch is tender as she wraps her arms around him, pulling him close to her, creating a cocoon of love and dominance.

"Shh, my little dear," she whispers softly, her voice a warm embrace. "It's alright to feel vulnerable. Your submission is a beautiful gift to our relationship."

Her words resonate deeply with Derek, his heart fluttering at her affirmation. Vanessa continues, explaining that his chastity device has allowed him to embrace his submissive identity fully, transcending conventional gender roles and expectations.

"You see," Vanessa explains, "your chastity device has set you free from the constraints of traditional masculinity. It has given you the freedom to fully embrace your submissive desires and to become my darling sissy husband."

As Derek listens, he realizes the truth in her words. The chastity device, while initially an adjustment, has become a symbol of his emasculation, where trust and vulnerability are cherished, and their desires intertwine in a beautiful dance of power and humility. 

"I take great pleasure in knowing that your focus is solely on pleasing me and fulfilling my desires as we abandon you own," Vanessa continues. 

It was during this pivotal conversation that Vanessa broached the topic of body hair removal as a first step in her plan for a devious transformation. 

Understanding the significance of this request, Derek listens attentively as Vanessa explains her intentions. She emphasizes that removing body hair aligns with their dynamic and serves as a visual representation of his commitment to their FLR. Vanessa insists that he needs to be fully shaved and smooth by tomorrow or there will be strict consequences. 

With a mix of apprehension and embarrassment, Derek submits to Vanessa's request. He follows her instructions the next morning, meticulously removing all body hair, even his arms, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

As each strand of hair falls away, Derek experiences a sense of surrender and transformation. The absence of body hair symbolizes his willingness to embrace the emasculation journey and reinforces his submission to Vanessa's authority.

In the days that follow, Derek feels the physical and psychological effects of his hairless body. The smoothness of his skin serves as a constant reminder of his cascading transformation, deepening his sense of vulnerability and amplifying his awareness of the power dynamics at play. It was time for Vanessa to push his limits further. 

In her exploration of their dynamic and Derek's submission, she decides it's time for him to start wearing panties and dispose of all his boring, male underwear. This decision symbolizes a further step towards embracing his femininity and deepening his surrender to his "Hotwife." 

With a clear intention in mind, Vanessa gently communicates her desire to Derek, explaining the significance of incorporating panties into their dynamic. She assures him that this will be humiliating and emasculating for him but emphasizes that it aligns with their shared journey of exploration and growth.

Derek, though initially hesitant, understands the importance of embracing his submissive role and trustingly submits to Vanessa's request. With her guidance, he begins to explore a range of feminine undergarments, from panties to thongs and g-strings, all in soft pastel colours and satiny-silk materials.

As Derek starts to wear these frilly and feminine pieces of lingerie, he experiences a mix of emotions. The sensation of the soft fabric against his smooth skin serves as a constant reminder of his role as Vanessa's cuckold. It also amplifies his vulnerability and deepens his connection to his femininity.

Vanessa provides continuous support throughout this process, offering validation, reassurance, and guidance. She appreciates Derek's willingness to explore this aspect of their dynamic, reinforcing their bond and the trust they have built.

In the days that follow, Derek becomes more accustomed to wearing panties, embracing this symbolic expression of his submission. The presence of a thong riding up his ass becomes a secret source of embarrassment and humiliation, hidden away from the outside world under his boring boy clothes. 

Vanessa believed he was ready for the next stage of his transformation, the introduction of hosiery for his smoothed legs. His protests earned him a trip across her knee, until he ultimately succumbed to her sadistic desires. 

In a quiet and introspective moment, Derek finds himself standing before a mirror, the reflection staring back at him with a mixture of familiarity and intrigue. He takes in the sight of his locked-up cock outlined within his panties, the symbol of his submission and the tangible reminder of Vanessa’s control over his desires. His desire to masturbate in this moment becomes almost unbearable, but he knows he'd be severely punished if he asked Vanessa to unlock him. 

As his gaze travels downward, he notices his smooth skin, the absence of body hair serving as a visual testament to his blossoming persona. The sensation of the soft fabric against his body—panties hugging his hips and stockings accentuating his legs—elicits a blend of vulnerability and shame within him.

In this moment of self-reflection, Derek grapples with the complexity of his emotions. As a heterosexual man, the sight of himself adorned in women’s lingerie stirs a mix of conflicting feelings. He questions societal norms and expectations, facing the discomfort of venturing beyond traditional gender roles.

Yet, beneath these uncertainties, Derek recognizes the transformative power of their dynamic. The sight before him becomes a celebration of his trust in Vanessa, an embrace of vulnerability and surrender that defies societal expectations. It represents a testament to their unique connection and the depth of their exploration.

Though his journey may challenge his preconceived notions of identity and masculinity, Derek finds solace and empowerment in this moment of self-discovery. He understands that his submission to Vanessa transcends traditional labels and brings forth a profound sense of shameful fulfillment.

He was ready to embrace what was coming next... 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Shattered Masculinity

The First Click in their Relationship

Continued from: Vanessa is a Goddess!

One evening, Vanessa arrived home with a small package in her hand, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. She revealed the contents to Derek—a sleek, stainless steel chastity device. With a mix of curiosity and nervousness, Derek understood that this device would mark a significant turning point in their FLR.

Following Vanessa's precise instructions, Derek removed his clothes, exposing himself vulnerably before her. With gentle yet assertive movements and a touch of lotion, she fitted the chastity device securely around his flaccid cock and testicles, locking it in place. As the final click echoed through the room, an undeniable shift occurred within their dynamic.

Derek felt an immediate surge of submission and vulnerability, now physically reminded of Vanessa's control over his most intimate desires. The chastity device became a constant reminder of their power dynamics, further intensifying their FLR. The sensation of being physically restrained awakened a heightened level of trust and surrender within Derek, while Vanessa felt a renewed sense of authority and ownership.

"Derek," she began, her eyes locked onto his, "the chastity device is intended to prevent you from experiencing physical release without my permission. It's a symbol of our power dynamic, a tool that deepens our connection and strengthens our trust."

She continued, her words carrying a mix of tenderness and authority, "Through this device, I want you to fully understand that your pleasure belongs to me. It's a reminder of my control over your desires, and it allows us to explore a deeper level of intimacy and submission. I will be the one who decides when and how you can experience pleasure, is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," he sheepishly replied, his voice laden with feelings of inadequacy. 

Vanessa knew this was the perfect addition to their unique relationship. She knew that when she would leave for work on multi-day flights, staying in hotel rooms and away from her matrimonial home, Derek would not be wasting all of his sexual energy into his palm. It was now physically impossible for Derek to masturbate without the device being removed. 

In the days that followed, Derek's thoughts were consumed by the device. Each touch and movement served as a reminder of his surrender, fueling his desire to please Vanessa. The intimacy between them became a delicate dance of dominance and submission, as Vanessa explored the depths of her power and Derek discovered new levels of submission he never imagined.

However, with this newfound intensity came challenges. Derek faced moments of frustration, longing, and temptation, while Vanessa navigated the responsibility of holding the key to his desires. Their communication and emotional connection became paramount, as they openly discussed their needs, fears, and boundaries, ensuring that their evolving dynamic remained consensual and fulfilling for both.

Vanessa had left for work and would return in three days, the keys to Derek's chastity cage travelled with her. Before her departure, she informed Derek that he would be receiving a maintenance spanking upon her return. He is expected to be naked and in the timeout corner of their bedroom when she gets home. 

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"That's a good boy," Vanessa purred, as her heel clicks resonated off the hardwood floor in a symphony of power and control. 

Vanessa would occasionally have Derek kneel in a position of submission or just let him lay draped over her lap for awhile, before any spanking began. She wanted him to hear and feel her words and embrace the vulnerability of his situation as she calmly spoke. 

"Derek," Vanessa began, her gaze steady and unwavering, "I believe that domestic discipline can be an effective tool for you. It will serve as a way to reinforce our power dynamic and ensure accountability for your actions."

She continued, emphasizing the importance of clear expectations and consequences. "From now on, if you fail to meet the standards we've established or disobey my instructions, I will administer appropriate discipline. This will be a way for me to guide you and help you grow, allowing us to maintain the balance and structure of our relationship."

Vanessa emphasized that domestic discipline would be tailored to their unique needs and desires. It would involve a range of disciplinary actions, such as spankings, cornertime, humiliation or other methods agreed upon between them. She made it clear that the discipline would always be within the boundaries of consent and safety, and she would provide aftercare to ensure his emotional well-being.

She reassured Derek of her unwavering support and affection, stating, "Please remember, Derek, that the purpose of domestic discipline is not to harm or degrade you. It is about growth, learning, and deepening our connection. We will navigate this journey together, and I will always be there to guide you and support you. At times you may feel very vulnerable and humiliated, the spankings will be very real and thorough, it's ok if you need to cry while you are over my knee, Sweetie."

With her words sinking in, Derek absorbed the gravity of Vanessa's intentions. He recognized the potential for personal growth and surrendering to her authority, knowing that their shared journey into domestic discipline would strengthen their bond and allow him to become the best version of himself. Tears welled-up in his eyes the moment she patted her inviting lap and firmly instructed, "over you go young man." 

With Derek's exposed vulnerability and their mutual understanding, Vanessa's hand made contact with his bare skin. The sound of the first smack echoed in the room, followed by subsequent strikes that created a rhythmic pattern. Each swat delivered a mix of sensations, ranging from stinging to tingling, as his body reacted to the physical discipline.

In this moment, Derek surrendered to Vanessa's authority, trusting her to administer the discipline that would help shape and guide him. He allowed himself to fully experience the mixture of pain and pleasure, understanding that it was a means of reinforcing their power dynamic and deepening their connection.

As the spanking session continued, Derek's mind drifted into a state of surrender and introspection. He felt a profound release, as if shedding the weight of his responsibilities and allowing Vanessa to take control. Each strike reminded him of the trust and vulnerability he had willingly placed in her hands.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, Vanessa's hand ceased its motion. She gently caressed Derek's reddened skin, her touch soothing and reassuring. It was a tender gesture, signifying the end of the discipline as the sounds of soft weeping now filled the room. The pain and humiliation mingled with a deep sense of submission, guiding Derek toward a place of self-reflection and growth.

After the spanking was completed, Vanessa instructed Derek into the corner of the room, wanting him to stand and reflect upon his actions and the lessons learned. The corner served as a space for introspection, where Derek could contemplate his submission, his vulnerabilities, and his commitment to their dynamic.

As Derek stood in the corner, he felt a mix of physical discomfort and emotional release. The sting of the spanking still lingered, serving as a reminder of his submissive nature and the boundaries set within their relationship. He knew that this experience, though humbling and challenging, would ultimately help him grow and deepen his connection with Vanessa.

As Derek stood there for the next thirty minutes, his exposed vulnerability enhanced by the bareness of his bottom, he felt a mix of emotions coursing through him. The sting was as a constant reminder of his position and the power dynamics within his relationship with Vanessa.

During this solitary time, Derek's mind wandered, delving into the depths of his submission. He contemplated the choices that led him to this point and the growth he had experienced along the way. The half-hour felt both agonizingly long and yet a valuable opportunity for self-reflection.

His thoughts encompassed a wide range of emotions. He pondered the moments of discomfort, the moments when he questioned his own desires and the societal expectations of masculinity. But beneath those doubts, there was a flicker of liberation—a sense of authenticity and fulfillment in embracing his submissive nature.

He wanted more of a push, he wanted to go farther into the deep end!

Mistress Andrea, assisted by "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Smooth Reflections

 

Vanessa is a Goddess!

I am quite certain that you'll remember the sexy and alluring Vanessa? Summer's best friend and co-worker?

Yes, her!

Well let me tell you, I recently found out some fun facts about this little Goddess! 

She has been a great friend to Summer and was also her Maid of Honour. Since Vanessa was folded into our little joint enterprise of fetish sales, the three of us have been profiting handsomely from her used hosiery and heels, along with their "fans" content the two of them film in my Facility.  

I seem to recall Vanessa and my slave-girl Bella, getting very friendly at my wedding. Apparently the two of them fucked in the pool on my wedding night. No big deal...just two consenting adults having fun. 

She appeared once more during Summer's birthday party, as one of the slutty members of the Rogue Squadron. This was the first time I had the pleasure of exploring and playing with this little raven-haired vixen. 

Cassandra is riding her tongue in that scene, while my portrayal of "Darth Domina" was giving Summer a good rogering. I seem to recall Vanessa and I scissoring after this, as Cassie and Summer took a round out of each other. Again, no big deal...just a hot, lezdom foursome. I must say, Vanessa was quite the little handful!

All things considered, I was shocked when I learned that Vanessa was married. 

Summer told me over breakfast the other day. Somehow Vanessa's name came up.

"Oui, est mariee," Summer cutely chirped. 

But it didn't end there...oh wow it didn't end there! 

Vanessa, it would seem, is a lot more than she appears to be on the surface, hidden behind her smiling beverage service and comforting offer of a hot towel.  

You know what I thought!? Good for her! 

Summer kept saying "cocu" to me in French. She didn't have the English word for it. I had to look up "cocu". 

Ahh..."cuckold". Vanessa's hubby is apparently a cuckold? That's awesome. This just keeps getting better and better. 

Summer went on to explain that Derek, Vanessa's husband, is a short, slight, beta male to the core. He was one of these dot com people, who quickly made a boat-load of money at a young age because he is a computer nerd. They live in a great big house across town and from what I understand from Summer, it sounds like Vanessa runs the show in a blossoming FLR (Female-Led-Relationship).

Once again, good for her! My admiration for this little beauty just tripled. 

Maybe she's the type of Goddess that would call her poor hubby from her layover hotel room and let him listen to her being railed by a "bull"?

Or maybe he would be more actively involved? As active as his role appears here. Haha...

Oh gawwwd! If Vanessa keeps him locked in chastity too, she'll be my fuckin' idol! 

I've done some pretty Dommey things to silly male submissives in my day, but this would elevate her to the rank of "Goddess" in my eyes.  

This entire concept of our lovely Vanessa, managing a FLR, cuckold, domestic discipline relationship with her husband Derek is so enticing, I decided to embark on a spin-off blog series about her.

There's a twist. Her series will be 98% written by "Chatty", the A.I. language model and not by me. Sound fun? 

I have previewed some of what this Chatty is capable of and it laps me, several times over as far as creative writing goes. I still get to hold the puppet strings and prompt Chatty, then the AI takes it away.

See for yourself: 

Vanessa is a stunning and confident 29-year-old flight attendant who carries an air of elegance and allure. With her radiant smile and captivating presence, she effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her striking beauty is accentuated by her lustrous, dark hair that cascades in gentle waves around her shoulders.

As a flight attendant, Vanessa embodies sophistication and professionalism, impeccably dressed in her tailored uniform that hugs her curves just right. Her perfectly tailored blazer, crisp white blouse, and form-fitting skirt effortlessly showcase her confident and stylish demeanor.

Vanessa's eyes, deep and expressive, reflect her intelligence and curiosity. They hold a mischievous spark, hinting at the depths of her adventurous spirit. Her lips, with their natural yet enticing curve, convey both warmth and sensuality, enticing those around her.

Her posture exudes confidence, with a poised stance that speaks of years of experience and refined grace. Vanessa moves with an effortless elegance, her every step exuding an alluring confidence that captivates those who cross her path.

Beyond her work as a flight attendant, Vanessa possesses a tantalizing secret—she indulges in the world of online fetishes, selling her worn hosiery to men who crave a piece of her sensuality. This secretive side of her persona adds an additional layer of intrigue and allure, reflecting her willingness to explore and embrace her desires outside the confines of societal norms.

In the world of online fetish sales, Vanessa adopts a pseudonym, preserving her identity while providing an alluring and intimate connection to those who seek her hosiery. This venture serves as a testament to her confidence and empowerment, allowing her to explore her sensuality in a unique and exciting way.

Vanessa's combination of beauty, confidence, and willingness to embrace her desires makes her a captivating figure—an enigmatic presence who navigates both the skies and the hidden realms of sensuality.

Vanessa possesses a passionate inclination toward hosiery and heels, indulging in these sensual accessories that enhance her allure and accentuate her feminine power. The interplay between hosiery and heels serves as a cornerstone of her personal expression and adds a tantalizing element to her persona.

"Navigates both the skies and the hidden realms of sensuality?!" C'mon! That's gold. 

Well done Chatty! You knocked that one out of the park. Lets just hope that "hidden realms of sensuality" means caging and cuckolding Vanessa's beta husband.

My dear readers, Chatty is very proper and polite. It does not wish to write explicit things and certainly will not condone degrading acts or "forced" BDSM activities. Sexual encounters as written by Chatty are much like a drugstore romance novel. 

"The powerful Christoff, with his manhood engorged, prepared to 'come aboard' the delicate petals of his sea-wench!" 

If it's ok with you, my 2% intervention in the storytelling will be to change some of these vanilla terms into something a little more attuned to this blog? There's a warning ahead of this blog anyway, we're covered. 

Ohhhh Vanessa, Vanessa...wherever shall your exploits take us! This is gonna be a fun!

Summer, Cassie and Bella, my fetish studio called "The Facility", Sarah Jane and Russell...they're all still around too and will definitely pop-up from time to time.    

Stay tuned!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The First Click in their Relationship

 

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:

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