“We have our tickets to London young lady!” announced Mr Possum. “We are off to experience the spanking and corporal punishment scene like you always dreamed.”
“Then we have three months to get our bottoms in peak condition! We shall just have to embark on a regular regime.” I replied with cheek.
Although I am a professional disciplinarian and spankee switch here in Sydney, I know that Mr Possum usually likes to be one dishing out the discipline. Still, I will have you note, I have convinced him to try his own medicine on more than one occasion…
“Our bottoms!” He said in half mocking, half serious surprise. “It is your bottom that needs conditioning! You administer the cane to all those wayward gentlemen and only sometimes bend over for your own just deserts. It is your bottom we shall have to prepare in earnest. We can’t have you letting down the Australian side in London. I’d be embarrassed if you couldn’t take it with the best of the English spankees.”
“In London, nearly all the gentlemen are switches, Mr Possum.” I replied with a meaningful eyebrow raise. “We couldn’t have you letting down the side either…” I am not sure if that is really true but it serves to wind him up.
And on goes our fun and friendly banter… Mr Possum may be a client of mine but we have found in each other a fabulous ally in our favourite spanking games and a mutual love of all things corporal punishment.
I call him Mr Possum because on our second session together, he bent me over, panties pulled down, and pointed to the very small tattoo of a Chinese character just above my left buttock. In the manner of such things, I got ill considered ink when I was young and foolish and hadn’t heard of cultural appropriation.
“What is that!” he said pointing, his voice full of good humoured exasperation. “It says possum doesn’t it! You know how I feel about possums. That most definitely deserves extra strokes of the strap!”
He had earlier told me a terribly amusing story of his war against the possums in his back yard. Apparently they had the audacity to poop on his fake grass near the pool. He had tried all manner of things to stop them until one day he reached the end of his rope.
“I’ll show them! Poop on my grass will they? Well they can’t poop there if I cut down the damn tree now can they! So I cut it down to spite them.” he said in smug satisfaction.
I laughed so hard at this image despite feeling very sorry for the poor possums. He reminded me of one of the characters from the film, “Grumpy Old Men” going to war on neighbourhood annoyances, and now here I was copping a spanking fuelled by possum peevishness. Ouch! Was my bottom red! But oh how we both laughed and laughed over that one.
I give all my clients nicknames in my head based on our experiences together so from that moment onwards, I mentally dubbed him Mr Possum. It took me a few more play sessions together before I was game to confess this to him. Oh boy did I cop another thrashing for that one! Still, the name stuck and being a good humoured chap, Mr Possum has accepted the alias.
Our sessions together progressed with the natural delight one experiences when one finds another true spanking enthusiast. We kept talking together about the London scene. While my dear friend, Zoe Montana, tells me that London scene is no longer like it used to be in her days as a professional spanking model, it has, none the less, been built up in my mind as the ultimate place to go to explore the spanking scene. It has been on my bucket list for some time to go and work/play.
One day Mr Possum came into some good financial fortune. “You should spend it on a trip to London so we can go experience the spanking scenes together”. I threw the comment out there not really thinking he would take is seriously. Yet here we are, tickets to the UK in hand, beginning our grand spanking adventure. I couldn’t be more delighted!
In honour of our trip, I have started to blog, detailing our experiences together, including our strict regime of regular discipline to makes sure our bottoms are well conditioned in time for our arrival on 9th October 2016. We have 5 weeks to experience as much as we can.
With this in mind, I want to reach out to all my UK spanking contacts and those in the scene I am yet to befriend. I would be so very delighted if you would aid Mr Possum and I in our spanking quest by inviting us to spanking parties, introducing us to the right people and generally pointing us in the right direction.
Mr Possum is currently doing his research to see which professional spankees he would like to visit. I can vouch for him that he is a respectful gentleman who is fabulous to play with, even though he will leave your bottom rather sore.
I intend to place an advert on spankee finder as a switch because I always wanted to experience being a disciplinarian and spankee in London. I understand there is a whole different culture around the scene than there is here in Australia. I look forward to learning about it first hand. The anthropologist in my is tickled pink. (Yes I my degree was a major in Anthropology, but I found I preferred a career in kink).
Here in Sydney, I am also a professional Mistress. I see the BDSM scene and the spanking scene as quite distinct from each other. Each has its own intentions, practice and flavor. Although there is overlap between the two, there are noticeably different cultures around each. While our trip to London is primarily about experiencing the spanking and discipline scene, I also hope to peek into the BDSM scene, but that is a subject for another blog.
Back to blushing bottoms and chastised disobedience. As part of the blog I am starting for this trip, I am also starting a special section on my website for spanking stories, some of which I have written myself and others that have been written by my clients.
Mr Possum has written a fabulous series of spanking stories and I will be releasing one of them every week. Read the first instalment of Jennifer’s embarrassing, fully naked, introduction to the strap by her lady friend and neighbour.
Chapter 1: Jennifer’s Transformation
Chapter 2: A Plan for Jennifer
Chapter 3: Help for Jennifer
If you would like to submit your stories to my site, contact me here.
Some of my own stories are pure spanking scene and others of mine diverge a little. I quite enjoy scenes that include the humiliation of punishment and sometimes stray into dubious territory of blackmail. “If you don’t take this discipline, that you thoroughly deserve and is really for your own good, I will tell your parents… include the police… have to fire you… tell your wife… etc.” Something about the humiliation of being forced to comply really works for me. Corner time and being made to strip naked against all desire to keep dignity… oh yes!
Spanking stories, of course, are limited in that they only tap into the fantasy of spanking role plays. In reality, spanking scenes can actually be a lot more varied than that. Sometimes one just wants a sensual slow build up that leads to a crescendo of blissfully painful cane strokes… This can not only lead to a feeling of release but, with intentional breath work, can lead to quite deliriously ecstatic states of being.
Sometimes, one needs a thorough and harsh punishment that brooks no nonsense. Sometimes one wants to tap into role play or re-live a favourite formative moment. Sometimes spanking needs to be exactly just so in order to scratch a fetishistic itch. I like to play with all these possibilities at different times.
If you would like to be part of Mr Possum’s, or my own, grand London spanking adventure, please do contact me to make arrangements.