Update your Resume

Continued from: Non-derogation Clause

Summer and I returned home after our little masquerade as civil lawyers, for the sake of Sarah Jane's blossoming female-led-relationship, both content that she and Russell will have plenty to keep themselves busy for the foreseeable future. 

As I stepped into the familiar surroundings of my Facility, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The scent of leather and the faint echoes of past sessions hung heavy in the air, a warming reminder of the countless hours I had spent within these walls, dominating and correcting adult men and women from all walks of life. 

With Cassandra and Carley somewhere in Europe, and Summer still working as a flight attendant, the responsibility of managing the Facility and its clients, fell squarely on my shoulders once again. A bittersweet smile played on my lips as I looked at the picture Cassie had sent me from Budapest - her dark features underscored by the city's iconic architecture, her eyes sparkling with the joy of newfound love. 

Her absence left a void not only in my heart, but in the daily operations of the Facility. It was more than just a fetish studio; it was a sanctuary, a haven for folks to escape, where they could safely and consensually explore the farthest reaches of their desires. Cassandra, once just my receptionist booking appointments, later rose to the rank of a Goddess Dominatrix, and was instrumental in creating these experiences for my clients. I needed to fill this void once again. 

Two weeks ago the girls were in Prague, embarking upon their extended honeymoon. They treated me to a rather...ahem...spicy little selfie from their hotel room, where I noticed Carley appears to have been collared by my little Cassandra.

Maybe lay off the weed a little bit, you two. You look stoned...

Prague, with its Gothic architecture and rich history, provided the perfect setting for explorations of a darker nature. Cassie would text me and regale me with tales of underground clubs, where the air was thick with the scent of leather and latex, where the crack of whips and muffled cries formed a symphony of sensual delights. 

Cassie's descriptions of Europe's kink scene were nothing short of breathtaking - elaborate bondage apparatus that push the boundaries of human endurance, public displays of submission that blur the lines between art and BDSM. Through it all, one thing became abundantly clear: Cassandra had found her element. Her dark enthusiasm was oozing through her messages to me. 

She spoke of these European city's embracing the heavier aspects of BDSM with a fervor that was both inspiring and slightly concerning. The extreme punishments, the elaborate tortures scenarios - these were elements that had always existed on the fringes of my Facility, but hearing Cassie's firsthand accounts brought them into sharp focus. I just hope she is being safe about it all. The last text exchange I had with her, she and Carley were in Belgium.

From their hotel room, they sent me a selfie with some ridiculous dude in the background. He was bound and ring-gagged, his mouth forced open in an obscene manner, gaped and ready to accept god knows what. It appeared to me that he was a sissy already, or the girls got their hands on him and forcibly feminized him. 

Either way, I hope this fellow knows what he's getting into. 

I responded to her selfie with a "LOL"...followed by a, "who the eff is that?!" 

The petulant Cassandra ended up just snapping another photo and sending it to me with the caption, "say hello to Alice," with two eggplant emojis behind it. 🍆🍆

Young people who communicate via symbols, does that mean they're both going to fuck this guy, the eggplants? 

Kids these days, with their emojis! I dunno. Either way, Alice...whoever you are...I hope you know what you've just signed-on for! 

I just shook my head and set my phone aside, re-contemplating the need for a new receptionist / assistant. My thoughts inevitably drifted to Mandy, the delectable soccer mom who had recently begun frequenting the Facility. She was one of those clients I really looked forward to seeing, her deep submissiveness and eagerness to please was a perfect cocktail for the role Cassandra once held in her earlier days. 

I've seen Mandy in her nursing scrubs...cute. 

But the mental image of her clad in form-fitting professional attire, sent a shiver of delight through my body. Her curvaceous figure, accentuated by tailored dress pants and pencil skirts, would undoubtedly prove irresistible to the chastity boys, as she "checks them in" to the Facility. 

The thought of her juicy bum, encased in grey tweed...delicious!

I could already envision the effect she would have on our clients, their eyes drawn helplessly to her swaying hips as she moved about the lobby, her every gesture imbued with an unconscious sensuality. 

But beyond her physical allure, Mandy possessed qualities that made her uniquely suited to the role. Her nursing background spoke to a compassionate nature, a genuine desire to care for others that would translate beautifully into the world of adult spanking. Additionally, her own journey into submission has given her a deep understanding of the dynamics at play within her role. 

As I weighed the possibilities, I found myself growing increasingly excited about the prospect of brining Mandy on board, even though she now has a unique relationship with Sarah Jane. Though neither woman identified as lesbian, the bond they shared through their own submission was intense, a friendship and lust for each other that defied conventional labels. 

I don't think Sarah has chosen to collar Mandy as her official sex slave, yet; she has her hands full with Russell for now. Plus, that may complicate things if I decide to offer Mandy the job at the Facility. I had better get my hands on Mandy before Sarah does. Sorry, darling. 

I had witnessed the electricity that crackled between these two during their recent sessions, the way Mandy's body responded to Sarah's touch as if it was a finely tuned instrument. I know that Sarah intends on including Mandy in her sessions with Russell, forcing him to watch and twitch in his cock cage as she fucks her right in front of him. Awesome move, girl! 

Maybe the blossoming chemistry between Sarah and Mandy is a direct result that they haven't bound themselves to formal titles or collaring ceremonies. Their bond seems more pure and innocent, rather than the rigid roles that BDSM can often create. 

Brining Mandy on board would not only benefit the Facility but would also provide her with a new avenue for growth and discovery. Under my guidance and mentorship, who knows, maybe she'd become a Dominatrix one day? I do have a knack for empowering women and letting them see the beauty of the Goddess that remains hidden beneath. The work of art was always there, like a sculptor, I just smoothed out the rough edges. 

Mandy the Dominatrix, can you imagine that? Apparently her bum already "won the internet", as a fan once remarked. Could you imagine kneeling before this? 

Phew...my face just went flushed. 

Well...I think I've talked myself into this one, an easy decision. It's time to tell sweet Mandy to update her resume!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Continued in: The Librarian

 

 

   

   

Non-derogation Clause

Continued from: Addendum

A Sarah Jane story

Mistress Andrea cleared her throat delicately, drawing our attention back to this clause at the bottom of the page. 

Poor Russell could do nothing but listen from his timeout corner, spanked, locked in chastity and utterly mortified that his Sunday maintenance had become so "public", with the inclusion of my two stunning, fabricated attorneys'. 

"A non-derogation clause," she explained, her voice smooth and professional, "is a provision that ensures the core element of a contract remains intact, regardless of any addendum or temporary modifications," she continued, her gaze now descending upon Russell in the corner. 

"The clause guarantees that Russell's orgasm control remains exclusively under Sarah Jane's jurisdiction, even during periods of role reversal. Essentially, it preserves the fundamental power dynamic of the FLR, ensuring that Sarah's ultimate authority is never truly compromised." 

Mistress smiled, a hint of wickedness in her expression as I spoke. 

"Quite ingenious, Ma'am, thank you for preparing this document, but may I clarify something with you?"

I felt a blush creeping across my cheeks as I posed the question, my voice tinged with a rare note of uncertainty. "So, let me see if I understand this correctly, Mistress," I began, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my skirt. "Under the terms of this addendum, I could find myself draped over 'Daddy's' knee, my bottom bare and vulnerable, squirming helplessly as his firm hand rains down upon my tender bum?"

"Or perhaps, dressed in the frilly finery of a little girl, my innocence feigned as I'm subjected to humiliations beyond my wildest imaginings."

I paused, swallowing hard, my breath coming a little faster at the thought. "I might even find myself naked and shackled in a dimly lit dungeon, at the mercy of 'Master's' cruel implements and relentless cock, my body pushed to the very limits of pleasure and pain. 

"And yet," I continued, my voice growing stronger, more confident, "despite all of this, despite the illusion of submission, the reality of my FLR remains unchanged. He may fuck me senseless, reduce me to a quivering, pleading mess, but he cannot, will not, cum without my express permission, is that correct, Ma'am?" 

Mistress Andrea nodded, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Precisely, my dear," she confirmed, her voice rich with approval. "You understand perfectly. The non-derogation clause ensures that, no matter how convincing the illusion of his dominance, his cock cage, the use of his penis for a sexual purpose, and his permission to cum, remains under your absolute control." 

 

I leaned forward, closer to Mistress Andrea, my curiosity piqued by this tantalizing prospect. "And what, Madam Counsellor, would be the consequences should he fail to control himself?" I asked, my voice a sultry purr. "If, in the throes of passion, he were to accidentally cum without my blessing? Surely such a transgression would warrant severe punishment?" My mind drifted toward the possibilities. 

My daydream was cut short as Mistress Andrea snapped her fingers at Summer, who fumbled into her briefcase to reveal a second document. With Russell still listening from his timeout position, Mistress cutely cleared her throat once more as she studied the new page. 

"Should the submissive party, hereinafter referred to as Russell, achieve orgasm without the express permission of the dominant party, hereinafter referred to as Sarah Jane, he shall be subjected to the following disciplinary measures:

Russell shall receive a punishment spanking of no less than thirty minutes in length, administered by Sarah Jane who shall use any implements and positions of her choosing. The spanking shall be witnessed by both Mistress Andrea and Miss Summer, to ensure it is carried out properly.

Oouff, that would be embarrassing! 

Following the spanking, a time of reflection in a designated corner shall commence. This time shall be no less than thirty minutes in length and no greater than one hour. Notwithstanding any article of clothing worn by Russell during this punishment, the buttocks shall remain bare and displayed during this time. 

Following corner time, Russell shall be confined to a chastity device if one is not already in place, for a period of three months, during which time the keys to said device, will be held in trust by Mistress Andrea. 

Throughout this period, Russell shall devote himself fully to Sarah's service, attending to her needs and desires with utmost diligence and respect. 

You can tell Mistress has written official Spanking Court rulings before, *giggle. Remember when she was the judge, jury and executioner all at once? She looked so cute yet menacing enough to make my butterflies swirl...and I wasn't even on trial that day! 

Story Link: The Spanking Court 

As Mistress Andrea finished reading, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The idea of asserting my dominance 24/7, but holding the clause to switch roles when I wanted and dictate for how long, was deeply arousing. I could have my 'Daddy' and my pet! 

And the thought of him locked away even during these role reversals, his pleasure entirely at my mercy and control...well, it was enough to make a girl giddy with power!

Wish us luck. We love all your comments and support. I better come up for air and let Mistress Andrea use her own blog for awhile, before she tans my arse! 

Until we meet again, everyone xo

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Update your Resume

  

 

 

Addendum

Continued from: Ma'am to Mistress

A Sarah Jane story 

As the gentle rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my sleep, my body pressed against the warmth of Russell's peaceful form. 

My eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of my beloved boy, his masculine frame clad in the frilly pink panties I had insisted he wear to bed the night before. It was the second Sunday since the beginning of our FLR contract (female-led-relationship). 

A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face as I recalled the significance of the day ahead. Maintenance Sunday, our sacred ritual was upon us once again. My gaze drifted down to Russell's groin, where the outline of this chastity device was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric of his panties. Fourteen days had passed since his penis last felt freedom, and his mounting frustration filled me with a sense of profound satisfaction. 

As Russell began to stir awake, I guided his head between my thighs. "Good morning, my pet," I purred, my voice thick with sleepy desire. "I require your tongue this morning." 

Over the past two weeks I have been deliberately using language like this, eloquent and Goddess-like. "Go down on me or, lick my pussy," has its time and place, but "I require an orgasm to start my day," is much better. The word "require" leaves little debate as to my status as his Queen. 

Obediently, he nuzzled against my pussy, the warm breath of his French kiss sending shivers of electricity through my body. 

As the last tremors of my orgasm subsided, I gently stroked his hair, a silent acknowledgement of his devoted service. "Very good, my sweetie," I hissed in satisfaction. "Prepare my coffee please, and remain in those adorable panties only, I'll be down shortly." 

I tiptoed up behind Russell, as he busied himself in the kitchen, preparing my coffee with the utmost care and attention. I cupped the cheeks of his panty-clad bottom to give it a squeeze, before fixing him with a stern yet loving gaze. 

"Young man," I began, strict and authoritative. "I have decided that we shall not delay your maintenance spanking. Last week's drawn-out anticipation, while effective in building tension, proved to be somewhat disruptive to our daily routine."

"Therefore, once you have finished your coffee, you are to head upstairs and shower. After this, put your delightful, pink panties back on and wait for me in the corner of the spanking room, is that understood?" 

Russell's eyes widened slightly at my pronouncement, a flicker of nervous excitement dancing within their depths. "Y-yes, Ma'am," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. 

During his shower, I took a moment to transform myself into the epitome of feminine authority. Slipping into a figure-hugging pencil skirt, I paired it with a crisp white blouse that accentuated my curves. Black seamed stockings and towering stiletto heels completed my ensemble, lending an air of power to my appearance. 

I swept my blonde hair into a severe bun behind my head, not a single strand out of place, and perched my reading glassing upon the bridge of my nose. The reflection staring back at me in the mirror was one of a woman in complete control, which I couldn't help but realize was the paradox of my recent internal conflict and my longing for submission. 

As I entered the spanking room, my heels clicking authoritatively against the hardwood floor, I was greeted by the sight of Russell standing obediently in the corner. One by one, I laid out some implements on the desk, several hairbrushes, a strap, a belt, and with a final satisfied nod, a box of tissues, just in case. 

The final smacks of this Sunday's maintenance landed upon Russell's bare bum. I allowed my hand to linger, cupping his heated flesh possessively. 

Gently, I helped him to his feet, steadying him as he regained his balance. With a tender smile, I guided him back to a corner of the room, positioning him on his knees this time, with his nose to the wall. "There you go, my sweet boy," I cooed. "Bottom red, panties down, just as Mommy likes." 

I sat back down in the spanking chair, the room was deathly quiet, and checked the time on my phone as a secretive smile spread across my face. From downstairs, I heard my front door, followed by approaching footsteps, the unmistakable click of high heels against my staircase. 

I watched as Russell's body tensed, his shoulders rising as he fought the urge to turn and investigate the source of two sets of high heels, power-strutting into my home office. 

In the doorway, stood the striking figures of Mistress Andrea and Summer. Both women were dressed as I was, in corporate power attire, their outfits chosen to emphasize their feminine dominance. 

As they entered the room, their eyes immediately fell upon Russell kneeling in the timeout corner, his bare bottom on display, his panties pooled around his ankles. I could see the initial shock register on their faces, quickly replaced by amusement and appreciation. 

Stepping into her role, the reason she and Summer made this surprise visit today, Mistress extended her hand to shake mine. "Good morning, Sarah, I'm your retained counsel, Miss Andrea," she remarked, with a smirk playing across her face. "This is my personal assistant and associate counsel, Miss Holliday," Mistress spoke firmly as she continued her act. I, of course, played along for Russell's benefit, or detriment, however you wish to look at it from his current state in the corner. 

"Please, make yourselves comfortable," I gestured towards the plush armchairs arranged in the opposing corner of the office. As they settled themselves, their eyes remained fixed upon Russell, drinking in the sight of his humiliation. 

"As you can see, we were just finishing up our weekly maintenance. Isn't he a sight to behold?" I purred, my gaze sweeping appreciatively over his exposed form. My attention turned back to Mistress as she started to get down to business.  

Mistress Andrea reached into her briefcase, extracting a crisp manila folder with a flourish. "As your official counsel, it's our duty to ensure that all aspects of your...unique arrangement are properly documented. This is the addendum you asked us to prepare for you, Miss Sarah, is that correct?" 

I nodded in approval as I perused the one-page document, my eyebrows raised in surprise. The document outlined several new clauses. As I read, I couldn't help but clench my thighs together to quell the ache, as a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.

Terms of Switching Roles

This was the delicious looking title at the top of the addendum. 

The idea of temporarily reversing our roles, of surrendering control to Russell for a designated period, had my heart pounding out of my chest. It would be the best of both worlds! 

My manicured fingers reached the bottom of a page. where I scanned a section with the title of: 

Notwithstanding

I looked up at Andrea, slightly confused as I read the sub-heading:

Non-derogation clause 

"Madam Counsellor," I asked softly and submissively, "what's a non-derogation clause?"

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Non-derogation Clause

Ma'am to Mistress

Continued from: Caesar Sunday

A Sarah Jane story 

So how do you make that transition, from one persona to the next, one role to another? When is it appropriate for "Mommy" to become Mistress, or Ma'am to become Goddess. 

Mistress Andrea taught me that spankings, whether they be for maintenance, therapeutic ones, or punishment spankings, should be completely non-sexual in nature. Russell's Sunday maintenance certainly was, but I could not suppress my arousal any longer. I wanted to reap the benefits of having a submissive, a slave even - locked in a chastity cage for the past seven days and is now standing in the corner of my room with a very red bum. I had a view similar to this. 

It was very arousing to me and I wanted to do something about it! My mind was swirling everywhere, from my recent playtime with Mandy...

...to the other night, when I had Russell in a baby-pink satin nightie and panties, taking the sole of my slipper to his bare bum. 

Mistress taught me that cornertime and other forms of time-out, is the perfect opportunity to slowly make that transition from one scene to the next, from Mommy to Mistress. Whether Russell is experiencing an emotional release due to the spanking, or he is just quietly reflecting on his status as a kept and spanked man, his time spent with his nose to the wall allows for a transition into my needs. 

I checked the timer counting down on my phone. 

16:43  

16:42

16:41

Once again, I found myself resorting back to my training as I navigated this new role, reciting the mantra of female dominance and a female-led-relationship - the three D's. 

Denial - check

Discipline - check

All that remained was the third D, which is Domination, and I was more than ready to flex that one. 

Setting aside my tablet, I slid off the bed and slowly peeled off my constricting jeans, leaving only my nude stockings and delicate panties hugging my curves. Climbing back onto the bed, I leaned back, my legs spreading invitingly. I traced my fingers lightly over the silk fabric of my panties, teasing myself as much I was teasing Russell, as I was making it audibly known that I was masturbating. 

I continued to pleasure myself as I read a few more excerpts of Miss Julie's erotica, my movements becoming more urgent as my arousal grew. The sound of my fingers working against the dampening fabric of my panties filled the room, a sensual accompaniment to Russell's enforced silence. 

With my panties thoroughly soaked and my body thrumming with unfulfilled desire, I quietly slipped off the bed and tiptoed toward Russell's corner, stopping at the dresser to grab a little something on the way by. Moving silently in my stockinged feet, I came to a stop directly behind him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his spanked bum. 

With swift movements, I grasped Russell's wrists and drew them firmly behind his back. The cool metal of handcuffs encircled his flesh, clacking into place as the teeth chattered into the lock. Russell's sharp intake of breath at the sudden restraint sent a thrill through me, a potent reminder of the control I held over him. 

With Russell's wrists securely cuffed behind his back, I stepped back to remove my soaked panties, quickly hiking them down and off. Peeling open the inside, I revealed the damp inner gusset, heavy with the scent of my arousal. 

Holding the soaked panties delicately between my fingertips, I returned to the corner. I pressed the scented fabric against the wall and commanded, "Nose here, my pet," as I pointed to the wet gusset. Russell obeyed instantly, leaning forward to rest his nose onto the evidence of my pleasure. 

"Breathe deeply," I purred, watching as he inhaled the heady scent of my dominance. "Don't you dare let those panties fall to the floor!" I cautioned. "If I return to find them on the floor, you'll find yourself back over my knee for the hairbrush. And then it's straight back to the corner, where your time will start all over again." 

Oooo, there was a flex right there! I felt that one right between my legs!

I trailed a finger lightly down his spine, relishing the shiver that ran through his body at my touch. 

With Russell securely positioned in his humiliating predicament, I glanced at the timer, noting with a smile that Russell still had a good twelve minutes remaining in his corner time. Confident that my predicament bondage would keep him still, I spun on my tiptoes and sauntered out of the bedroom, leaving him to contemplate his position in this relationship. 

As for me...it was time to transition into "Mistress" mode and from what Mistress Andrea taught me, the easiest way to do this, is through my attire. Change the outfit, darken the eyes, darken the lips, add a choker...check! 

As the final seconds of Russell's corner time ticked away, I made my way back to the bedroom, riding crop in hand. Entering the room, I found him exactly as I left him - nose pressed obediently against my panties, body rigid with the effort of maintaining this position, wrists cuffed behind his back. 

Setting the crop down on the bed, I approached Russell, the click of my heels on the hardwood floor announcing my presence. With deliberate slowness, I unlocked the cuffs and held out my palm to accept my panties, never once letting them touch the floor. 

He turned, rubbing feeling back into his wrists, before his hands instinctively moved to cover his chastised manhood, still snugly locked away in its cage. "Hands at your sides, please," I instructed calmly, snapping my fingers to get him into a kneel with a point of my gloved finger. 

With Russell now kneeling submissively, hands obediently at his sides and his caged cock prominently displayed, I fixed him with a stern yet affectionate gaze. "Now, young man," I began, my voice a soft purr, "I expect a proper thank you for your maintenance spanking. Let's hear it."

Russell's cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink as he cleared his throat, preparing to deliver the formal thanks I required. "Thank you, Ma'am," he began, his voice steady despite the humility of the situation, "for taking the time to administer my spanking. I value your dedication to keeping me disciplined and focused on serving you. Your firm control helps me feel centered and loved." 

I listened attentively as Russell delivered his heartfelt thanks, a sense of deep satisfaction settling over me. Once he finished speaking, I scooched closer, lifting his chin with my gloved hand. "You're very welcome, Russell," I hissed, my voice laced with both warmth and authority. 

"Next Sunday, you'll find yourself right back in the spanking room and right back in this very corner, with your bottom glowing a lovely shade of crimson. And the Sunday after that, and the Sunday after that..." I paused, letting the weight of my dominance consume him. "I do this because I care, Russell, do I make myself clear?" 

Ohhh, that one got him! 

I saw his bottom lip start to quiver as he knelt before me. I pulled him into a tender embrace, holding him close as I felt the tension drain from his body. "You did so well today, baby boy," I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'm incredibly proud of you." 

As Russell continued to seek comfort in my arms, I took the opportunity to get his collar around his neck and click the chain leash onto it, letting it freely dangle down his chest. 

Releasing Russell from our embrace, I stood and gracefully lowered myself onto the edge of the bed, my legs parting seductively. 

I reached for my riding whip and flexed it in my hands as I met Russell's gaze, my eyes smoldering with desire. "Come here, my pet" I purred, pointing to my inner thighs with the riding crop and raveling his leash around my hand.  

"You're not done thanking me yet, and don't you dare stop until I've cum all over your lips." 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Addendum

 

Caesar Sunday

Continued from: Teacher's Pet

A Sarah Jane story 

One would think that after such an emasculating and helpless scene for poor Russell, watching Mandy and I in our schoolgirl outfits, completely having at one another, that I would just stow him away in his own shame and humiliation when we got home. 

Quite the opposite actually. We went for dinner. We giggled and laughed as we spoke of the scandalous scene from each other's perspectives. Apart from his caged penis and the subject matter of the dinner conversation, we would appear as just another normal couple on a date night. 

I think I will get a cage though, for the end of my bed, especially if Mandy comes to visit and she and I want to play uninterrupted. And for other scenes and sessions at home, it'll be good for Russell to be shackled and just idle for me, waiting to be used at my whim. Perhaps one of those collapsible crates I can store under my bed until needed? And a few sturdy padlocks...hmm.

Anyway, yes...that was Saturday afternoon with Mandy, then a Saturday night dinner with just Russell and I. It was also the eve of our first maintenance Sunday with ME in charge. He got the wooden spoon over my knee as a punishment, during this first week of our FLR. Then he got a soothing spanking and slippering over "Mommy's" knee at bedtime, a little later in the week. But this would be our first Sunday maintenance spanking. The first ritual to define all future Sunday's in our FLR, the pressure was on to deliver.

From my own experience on the receiving end, I knew I had to properly layer him, that the spanking should be long rather than hard, but enough of an impact that he would be feeling it for a few days. I knew implement selection was important, having been taught at the Facility to always try for hand, leathers, woods, hand, in that order, and to use a variety of positions and furniture to really draw this session out. I was more than ready.  

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Sundays were always special in our household when it was me who was receiving the spanking - it marked the end of one week and the beginning of another, a perfect time for reflection, reconnection and of course, weekly discipline. This particular Sunday was momentous, as it would be our first official maintenance spanking since formalizing our FLR contract. 

Throughout the day, I could sense Russell's growing anticipation and nervous energy, as he did not know when it was coming, this was by design. He was acutely aware he would be getting a spanking today, he just didn't know when and I intended to keep it that way.

We went about our usual Sunday routines - a leisurely brunch, some chores around the house, a walk in the park. But there was an undercurrent of tension, a delicious sense of inevitability hanging in the air.

As the day wore on, I deliberately avoided mentioning the impending spanking, watching with amusement as Russell grew increasingly fidgety and distracted. I knew his mind was consumed with thoughts of what was to come - the exposure, the vulnerability and a very lengthy trip over my knee.

After a satisfying dinner, I finally broke the silence. "It's time, Russell," I said softly, yet firmly, using his full name like a mother would call her misbehaved son. "Upstairs to the spanking room, please. Undress completely and wait for me in the corner, nose to the wall." Russell's breath caught slightly, but he obeyed without hesitation, squeaking out a "yes, Ma'am", before making his way upstairs. 

Caesar has spoken! 

I gave Russell ample time to prepare himself, both physically and mentally, allowing him to marinate in anticipation for a full twenty minutes in the corner. When I decided it was time to make my entrance, I slipped off my casual flats and stepped into a pair of shiny, nude patent heels, relishing the click of the stilettos against our hardwood floors as I ascended the stairs. The heels, paired with my form-fitting jeans and nude pantyhose underneath, created a striking union of modern maternal authority and feminine allure. 

My outfit could definitely be “Mommy” for this session, but I was going with the seriousness of “Ma’am” tonight. 

As I entered the upstairs office, the sight of Russell standing obediently in the corner, fully exposed and vulnerable, sent a thrill through me. I took a moment to neatly arrange some implements on the desk, before pulling the straight-backed chair into the center of the room. Maintenance is not the time nor place for crops, floggers or whips. My implement selection was domestically oriented, hairbrushes, rulers, spatulas and spoons, with a few leather paddles and straps from the impact play realm of kink. 

I made my way to the chair, sinking into its firm embrace with a satisfied sigh. I pressed my knees together to create a sturdy base, as my jeans rode up on my ankles, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my delicate, hosed ankles.

"Come here, young man," I purred, patting my lap invitingly. Russell turned from the corner, his eyes downcast as he approached and whispered out an embarrassed, about to be spanked as an adult, “yes, Ma’am.” I guided him gently over my knees, positioning his body so that his caged cock rested snugly between my denim-clad thighs. 

"You know this is for your own good, huni, I know you need this." I cooed to him in maternal fashion as he settled over my lap. I began spanking him with a steady rhythm of firm swats, using only my palm. I took my time, allowing the warmth to build gradually across his bare bottom. I didn't say much during this warm-up phase, allowing each smack to echo through the room as he squirmed lightly. 

I would alternate cheeks, making sure to pay some attention to his upper thighs. My form was perfect, bringing my hand high above my head before delivering each smack. I’d do a volley of twelve hard ones, then back right off to twenty-five light ones, ensuring I was colouring the entire area.

As Russell's skin began to take on a delightful rosy hue, I reached for the first of several leather paddles I had laid out earlier. The supple hide smelled wonderful and it felt weighty in my grip, as I brought it down sharply against his already tender cheeks. Again, I cycled between short bursts of hard, followed by longer and lighter, rhythmic volleys of soft to moderate strokes. 

Towards the end of his warm-up phase, I asked him to surrender his arm to me, which I pinned behind his back. I did some gentle rubbing and cupping of his bum, like being wrapped in a warm blanket, then really let him have it with my palm, like being plunged into an ice bath. This rollercoaster technique seemed to add another layer, and underscore his helplessness and vulnerable state. 

After several sets like this, I decided it was time to move to the next phase of his discipline. Rising from the chair gracefully, I took Russell's hand in mine and led him from the office, into the bedroom.

In the center of the floor, I had positioned the ottoman bench, a plump, inviting pillow at the ready, to bolster his hips. 

I guided Russell to stand beside it, then pointed firmly at the cushioned surface. "Over you go, huni," I instructed, my voice a sultry mix of authority and affection. "Pillow under your hips, please." Russell complied without hesitation, draping his well-warmed bottom over the soft mound, presenting his bum beautifully for the continuation of his maintenance. 

With Russell positioned obediently over the ottoman, I took a moment to admire the view. His reddened bum, already bearing some deep colour, looked absolutely delectable, lifted and presented before me. For dramatic effect, I closed the bedroom door with a soft click, as if to shield curious ears downstairs or in another room, from what was about to occur.

Standing tall in my heels, I could feel the female dominance coursing through me, reminding my throbbing pussy that this was definitely the role for me. I reached for my belt, slowly drawing the leather through the loops of my jeans. The metallic jingle of the buckle filled the air, a precursor to the symphony of sensations I was about to conduct. 

Doubling the belt over in my hands, I savoured the weight and suppleness of the leather, smoothing it in my palm to prepare it - soon it shall be dancing across Russell's bare bum.

With the belt firmly in hand, I stepped closer to Russell, trailing my fingernails over his sit spots. "Twenty-six, young man," I murmured, my voice low and commanding. "You will count each one aloud and thank me." 

Without further warning, I drew my arm back and delivered the first searing stroke, the leather cracking against his skin with a resounding snap. Again, this wasn't a punishment strapping, the strokes were measured, not severe. 

"One, thank you, Ma'am!" Russell breathed out. I paused only briefly before delivering the second lash, and then the third, each stroke eliciting a gasp and a dutiful count from my devoted submissive. By thirteen, I switched sides of the ottoman, to ensure the strapping would be evenly distributed. I watched with satisfaction as Russell's bottom bloomed an angrier shade of crimson with each impact.

I deepened the whole experience with some wooden hairbrush, over my knee, and concluded with my palm, the most intimate and reconnecting form of OTK.  

By this point, as the spanking was starting to become challenging for Russell, I started using more dialog, telling him that it's okay to need this, it's alright if he needed to cry. The tears never came this time, but I wanted to make sure he knew it was alright, if he needed to. This is what Sunday maintenance was all about, to empty his cup that could be full or filling. 

I kept him over my knee and wrapped my arm possessively around his waist, a move that would certainly elicit feelings of helplessness within him. Holding him firmly, I applied some pink baby lotion to his throbbing bottom, in soothing, maternal fashion. "You did very well, Russell," I cooed to him, "your spanking is over now." 

He shifted onto his knees before me, crouching low to kiss each of my high heels, before I ushered him back up and nuzzled him into my breasts. 

"Thank you, Ma'am," he mewled out softly, his voice trembling with vulnerability. 

I helped Russell to his feet, steadying him as he found his balance. Pointing to the corner of the bedroom, I instructed, "nose to the corner, please. Some time to reflect on this Sunday and every Sunday that will follow. "We'll do," I hummed to myself in mock, internal debate. "Hmmm...twenty-five minutes today, young man."

Russell moved obediently to his designated spot, the vivid redness of his freshly spanked bottom on full, humbling display. 

As he settled into his corner, I couldn't help but admire the sight of him - naked, vulnerable, and beautifully marked by my female dominance. I set the timer on my phone for twenty-five minutes, the digital numbers glowing brightly as they began their countdown. 

I kicked off my high heels and climbed onto our king-sized bed, propping myself up against the headboard with and sighing in contentment. Reaching for my tablet, I settled into read more of Miss Julie's e-books, occasionally glancing up to monitor my submissive's posture and demeanor. I felt like an absolute Goddess, I was loving everything about this moment!

Sarah Jane 💟

(If you don't know who Miss Julie is or haven't read her e-books, I strongly recommend that you do)

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A link to her blog is above. 

Links to her amazing e-books are in her menu on the blog.

Continued in: Ma'am to Mistress