Jan 262017
 

Domina Artemisia de Vine slave CK

 

Do you know how good it is to be praised for what most of society tells me is wrong? A part of me I’ve tried to squeeze into conformity in order to be lovable?

I unfurl that part of me when I am Mistress in The deVinery. I am a caged bird, set free… soaring in the skies…

Do you know how good it is to be appreciated instead of shunned when I unleash like that?

This week’s good medicine:

“There is just no doubt at all that you are genuinely dominant. I normally struggle to submit because the dominants I’ve played with feel more like they are playing a role. The part of me that needs to submit just doesn’t believe it. With you though, there is just no doubt whatsoever. You don’t even have to try. You just are dominant. Sipping tea and laughing, you still radiate dominance. It’s glorious.”

And…

“I come back to submit to you because it is so rare to meet a woman so thoroughly in her power. You just are dominant. It’s intoxicating just to be around it.”

My submissives, pets, slaves and kinky adventurers often have transformative experiences by exploring themselves with me. However it does work both ways. They heal me too.

I appreciate their submission so very much.  It enables me to be who I am without censor.

Spanking switch circle

Spanking switch circle

“But hang on…. aren’t you a switch?”  

Yes, yes I am.  I am a dominant personality.  I just am the leader in most of my personal primary relationships.  I am naturally dominant in my every day beingness.

I also love being a Mistress.  It feels right.

I also very much enjoy switching, under the right circumstances, with the right people.  Professionally this is usually through role play scenes and domestic-style discipline.  

I adore receiving a well administered spanking and caning session.  To me this feels like the gift akin to receiving a massage.  It’s so good!  I can float for hours on the bliss of it!  I’ve even thought of training a service sub to spank me just the way I like it.  However, receiving from a confident dominant is also a delicious gift because the more they can take control, the further I let go.   Like jumping from a ledge, knowing someone will catch you.

artemisia-visits-brightonI also genuinely enjoy exploring power exchange role plays on a professional level.  Being “blackmailed” by my boss into pulling down my knickers, bending over the desk and receiving a thorough spanking/caning for losing an important account.  Love it!   Such a fun game!  But that is just it… it is a fun role-play game.  I can and do go quite far into a submissive role with it and get a lot out of it but it is a different thing to being a submissive personality.

There are limits to how far as I go into submission on a professional level because to really enter into the blissfulness of full surrender, I need established trust with a special person.  I have worked very hard to make sure I am trustworthy as a professional dominant so that my ongoing slaves, subs, pets etc can submit to me for real.  However, not many clients have the skill level to be able to do that back for me.

I do explore submission far deeper in my personal life when I get the chance.  I naturally desire to enter into all the beautiful spaces that submission can take me… the self discovery… subspace… the ego dissolution experience… awakening of the secret core of me that can only happen when ego gets out of the driver’s seat… I think my intimate experience in this area makes me a better Mistress.  It certainly gives me a much deeper embodied empathy for what my subs are going through which means I can guide and protect them better even as I push them into more and more challenging places…

Switching is so valuable and I recommend everyone try it even if it doesn’t appear to be your natural inclination.  In fact I plan on writing a blog about the spirituality of switching very soon.

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine, Dominatrix, BDSM

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine, Dominatrix, BDSM

However, I am not a submissive personality.

In my personal relationships I tend to be Queen in everyday life and I am drawn to partners that want to be my gallant knight, or general of my army.  We have an open and warm respect for each other’s opinions and needs but I tend to lead more often than not.  What is normally expected in a standard patriarchal relationship but in reverse.  Matriarchy.  I frequently date younger men.

Within negotiated scenes, they rule and I genuinely submit.   Wholeheartedly surrender and open.  We often switch in the bedroom.  It becomes a clearly negotiated power exchange where everyone is happy and everyone gets a turn exploring all aspects of themselves.

However I am still a dominant personality.  This is never going to change.  It just is. I didn’t have to overcome anything to be this way, I just am this way.  Most men find me undate-able because this threatens them too much. Ridiculous, yet deeply ingrained, patriarchal notions that make them equate allowing a woman to be the head of the household with making them weak.  That to be like a woman is weak.  Talk about misogyny!  If you think taking the role you expect women to take is inherently degrading, then there is a problem.  Take a closer look at that.

I receive the message that I am unlovable because I am dominant, over and over and over.  My male submissives receive the message they are unlovable over and over and over again.  So when my submissives show such appreciation for my dominant side, I purr and appreciate the hell out of them right back.   Bring it on.

Sydney Domina Artemisia de Vine

Sydney Domina Artemisia de Vine

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Sep 042016
 


Chapter 4: A New Understanding

vintage spanking mother daughterThe latest instalment from Mr Possum’s ongoing spanking stories.  For earlier chapters or to submit your own stories, see here.

Kellie and Jennifer got dressed in silence.  Kellie felt rather tentative after she had openly showed more than a little affection for Jennifer – a woman 16 years her senior.  Jennifer felt intrigued by her young admirer – a young woman who not only took a fairly severe strapping from her mother for Jennifer’s benefit, but who also obviously enjoyed giving Jennifer a good strapping as well.

They did the ‘walk of shame’ again but this time clothed.  Jennifer couldn’t help but re-live in her mind the feelings she had when she had made the walk not an hour ago in the nude.  She now felt rather proud of herself as to how she had conducted herself – baring all in front of Vivienne and Kellie – taking a rather painful strapping – the first in her life – and now about to sit down with her tormentors as if nothing had happened.  She felt it was indeed a strange world.

As they entered the lounge room Vivienne was sitting down pouring their cups of tea.  “Well, how do you feel?” she asked Jennifer, “a little sore perhaps?”

Jennifer, somewhat more relaxed now that her ordeal was over, decided to be quite open about her feelings.  “I’m OK ….. sore, but fine really.”

“Good” said Vivienne “so now we can discuss how to deal with Lucy.  You know what it’s like to get strapped – and I think you might be starting to realise how a good strapping can change one’s thinking about one’s behaviour – would you like another dose?”

Surprised at Vivienne’s question, and knowing all too well that Vivienne was serious, Jennifer politely declined: “Uh ….. no,  not really.  I think I’ve had enough.  Got the message, thank you.”

“Oh Jennifer” continued Vivienne, “I don’t think you’ve quite got the message yet.  You may have an idea about what to do – but you’re a little haphazard in the execution.  You need more practice.  Don’t you agree?”

“I think I’ll be able to cope.  I mean getting practice isn’t going to be overly easy, is it?  You just can’t ask someone to ‘present their bottom’ for a strapping, can you?  And it’s not all that difficult really, I mean – I wasn’t that bad, surely?”

“Kellie” asked Vivienne: “how was Jennifer from your end?  Good, bad or indifferent dear?”

With a great smirk on her face, Kellie looked at Jennifer and responded to her mother’s question: “Pretty terrible” laughing.  “But my bottom’s quite sore, so she couldn’t have been that bad.”

“If your bottom’s sore dear, it’s because of the strapping I gave you to start with.  Did Jennifer make any impression at all?”

Kellie and Jennifer had sat on the settee, and Kellie now moved much closer to Jennifer and put her arm around her and said nonchalantly: “Oooh she wasn’t too bad – I certainly felt her strokes.  Another two or three sessions and she’ll be good to go.”

Jennifer looked at her young admirer in amazement – where had the two or three more sessions come from?  And would that include her – being on the receiving end?  And was Kellie really offering her own bottom for those extra sessions – for Jennifer to practice on?  This was all becoming a bit much for Jennifer – but before she said anything – and she had thought of making her excuses and making a hasty retreat home – she quickly thought, would two or three sessions with a bare bottomed Kellie be all that bad – maybe not?  Watching Kellie bounce around rubbing her bottom had been a little exciting – even stimulating – and Kellie obviously didn’t seem to worry about the part she played in the charade – so why not?  And what if she had to get another strapping – Jennifer realised that she could take it.  Perhaps a hasty retreat would be foolhardy – perhaps she had found a new pleasure with her neighbourly tormentors?  Perhaps she actually had enjoyed the experience – painful certainly – but a little erotic as well.  By God – she wondered – where had she got such thoughts from.  As her mind raced about the endless possibilities of her new-found circumstance, Vivienne re-started the conversation.

“I agree – Jennifer needs more practice and we’ll give it to her.  But not without penalty.  Jennifer, Kellie will make her bottom available for your practice – but it will be quid pro quo.  She has developed an interest in administering discipline – having always hitherto been on the receiving end, as I have for that matter.  So you will report here for the next three afternoons – Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.  Tomorrow Harold will leave for the airport around noon – for two weeks visiting inter-State offices, so we just need to send Ashlie off somewhere tomorrow.  She’ll be at school Monday and Tuesday.  We’ll then have the house to ourselves.  Kellie works mornings and Thursday and Friday evenings, so she’ll be home.”

Now, for the order of proceedings: you will strap Kellie’s bottom first, then she will strap yours – good and hard.  You’re long overdue for some discipline – I’m convinced of that.  I’ll supervise proceedings – and since I’m also usually on the receiving end of Harold’s disciplinary endeavours, I intend to strap both of your bottoms.  And make no mistake about it ladies – I really enjoyed strapping your bottoms today – very much so.  Much more fun than Harold strapping me.  So that’s it – we three are going to experience the pain and pleasure of sore bottoms.  We’ll worry about Lucy later.  Are we agreed?”

“I’m in” announced Kellie with a cheeky smile on her face – she was forever smiling. “And you, Mrs Sangster – are you up for it?” Kellie asked Jennifer – always using her proper title as young people in the Barrett household were not permitted to address adults by the first names.  Jennifer looked at Kellie – then Vivienne – and with a little trepidation announced: “Yes, I’m in – although I don’t believe I am doing this.”

“Why don’t you believe you’re doing this” asked Vivienne “something worrying you?”

OK” replied Jennifer now anxious to get things off her chest.  “I rather enjoyed strapping Kellie’s bottom – I found it quite arousing.  She’s got a cute bottom and having it there – bent over in front of me – for me to do with as I please, gave me a great sense of power over her.  That I found made me feel – as you said yesterday Vivienne – horny.  And me – you ordering me to strip naked and marching me naked down to the kitchen – the power you had over me was quite unnerving but, in a strange way, it too was arousing – as it was unnerving.  And it was pleasurable.  And being ordered to bend over and get my bare bottom strapped – made me feel rather connected to you – in a nice, endearing way.  The strap hurt – each stroke made me want to cry – but I took it and afterwards – now – my bottom feels rather pleasant.  So I want to do it – but I’m not sure why I want to do it.  But I will.  For good reasons or for bad reasons – I just don’t know.  But I’ll do it.  Three afternoons – and as you say, some pain, and some pleasure.  And believe me Kellie – my aim will improve and I am going to enjoy strapping your bottom – just as you enjoyed strapping mine – as you made clear upstairs a few minutes ago.”

“Oh did she?” queried Vivienne.  “How much did you enjoy strapping Jennifer’s bottom Kellie – I hope not too much?”

“You’ll see” replied Kellie starting to be just a little more adventurous in her overtures to and about Jennifer.  Jennifer looked on with unease – and hoped that her mother would not sense anything other than a young woman’s childish fancy for an older woman.  Or was she misreading Kellie’s signals – perhaps it wasn’t flirtation?  But then again, Kellie had kissed her on the lips when they were both naked.  Jennifer made a mental note that she needed to be careful when Kellie was around – not to unduly encourage her beyond their new mutual interest.

“Fine, then it’s agreed” said Vivienne.  “Tomorrow afternoon at 2.00 pm.  Jennifer I want you to come in and go straight to Kellie’s room – the room next to mine.  She will leave her door open.  I want you both to strip naked and march yourselves down to the kitchen and wait for me there.”

“Not naked” pleaded Jennifer: “do we always have to be naked?”

“Most certainly dear – that’s how we do it here.  Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.  Kellie and Ashlie are – and me.  Mr Barrett is most insistent about us having to bare all – the embarrassment is good for the soul.  So just do it, OK?”

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Jul 192016
 

 

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“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” Carl Jung

Professional dominatrix and switch, Artemisia de Vine, is offering a series of workshops about owning our erotic shadows through sexual fantasy, kink and BDSM play. She says:

Again and again I am blown away by the power of kink to create wholeness and intimacy.
Is there anything so raw and beautiful as being seen and honored in your uncensored erotic expression? When engaged with awareness, this work/play is breathtaking in its scope and contains the potential for deep self discovery.

I invite you to join me in exploring the ways in which owning our erotic shadows through sexual fantasy role play, kink & BDSM can lead to an integrated and whole way of being.

It is easy to feel connection and love with ourselves and our partner/s in moments where we show each other our loving light, but only focusing on the sweetness can lead to spiritual diabetes! We are complex, multifaceted beings, and to be whole, we need to create relationships with all aspects of ourselves.

For those that choose to travel right down the rabbit hole, erotic shadow work can create opportunities to connect with the deepest levels of embodied consciousness. Some experience this as a spiritual path while others experience it as journeys into human consciousness. Almost everyone agrees it is profound.

Through these series of workshops, (more info on level 2 here: https://www.facebook.com/events/686938861446741/) I am offering to teach you the techniques I use in my professional sessions to more deeply and intentionally explore and integrate our erotic shadows through kink & BDSM.

Introducing key concepts and tools to begin integrating our darker and/or taboo sexual fantasies into our loving relationships and/or sexual play. This workshop will allow you to discover your core erotic themes that drive you to connect with others in certain patterns. Left unconscious, these core erotic themes can and often do, come out in destructive ways. When integrated, they become our allies in relationships and sexual well being. And they turn us on an awful lot!

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Jul 012016
 

 

spanking over kitchen tableSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum

 

Chapter 3 (See other chapters here)

Help for Jennifer

The following day, Saturday, after Vivienne had had her two discussions, firstly with Jennifer and secondly with Kellie, Vivienne telephoned Jennifer: “Hi Jennifer, it’s Viv.  Are you busy at the moment?”

Somewhat surprised by receiving a phone call from Vivienne, as they usually visited one another’s houses, Jennifer replied that she was free – not busy at all.

“Well Jen, I want you to do me a favour – would you please come and see me.  I have something we need to do.  I have left the back door open – come through the kitchen, through the lounge and dining rooms, out into the main hallway and up the stairs.  My bedroom is down the corridor – far end on the left.  Can you come now?”

“Sure” said Jennifer, surprised that her friend wants to see her in her bedroom, but if that’s what she wanted, she thought no more of it.  She hastened next door.  The back door into the kitchen was open and she went in.  The kitchen was huge – it must have been some sort of extension – it was like a dance floor.  And then she was suddenly confronted by ‘that table’ – the kitchen table – and she could not help herself but visualise a naked Vivienne sprawled across the table with her husband, Harold, wielding a strap across poor Vivienne’s bottom.  Jennifer’s conjured-up image was purely delectable – her naked friend getting a bare bottom thrashing – with her two daughters looking on.  Jennifer found the table rather intimidating –  it was long and fairly narrow – and her fantasy changed from Vivienne being across the table to herself having been bent over the table and with Harold strapping her bottom.  Jennifer shivered in fear at the thought.  Jennifer snapped back to reality – setting aside her fantasy world – and proceeded through the lounge and dining rooms to the stairs – and up to the top floor corridor.  Again Jennifer’s mind went wild – it was in overdrive – fantasising about having to do the ‘walk of shame’ – completely nude – down this long hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen – to ‘that table’.  Vivienne, Kellie and Ashlie – what must have been in their minds as they make that long, embarrassing walk down to the kitchen – knowing that their husband and father was waiting for them – strap in hand ready – ready to apply it to their bare bottoms.

Finally Jennifer reached the last door on the left – it was ajar.  She heard voices coming from inside, so she gently knocked on the door to hear Vivienne bid her enter.  As Jennifer stepped into the room she was taken aback by the sight before her.  Vivienne was sitting on the bed – her arms folded across her ample chest.  Kellie was standing at the end of the bed completely nude.  Jennifer immediately backed away with: “sorry, I’ll come back.”

“No need” says Vivienne “come in.  We want you to see this.”

‘See what’ thought Jennifer.  What was going on – was Kellie in some sort of trouble?  But Kellie looked strangely relaxed and even cheerful – she was even smiling.  And for once Jennifer, who had had a lifelong fixation about the size of bosoms – probably brought about by her own rather large bosoms, had her long-outstanding question finally answered – Kellie also had big bosoms – as big, if not bigger, than Jennifer’s, which were a respectable 40 DD. And despite Vivienne being fully clothed, Jennifer could clearly see that Vivienne’s bosoms were bigger than Kellie’s, and so her own.  Problem solved – answer indisputable.  Jennifer’s somewhat irrational musings on bosom size had made her feel more relaxed – but then Vivienne spoke out in a rather stern, unforgiving tone – to which Jennifer was unfamiliar.

“Jennifer, thanks for coming.  We don’t have too long – Harold will be home from the Golf Club in a few hours, so we need to get on with things without messing around.  Our little chat yesterday got me thinking – so there is something we need to talk about, and then there is something we need to do.  I have thought about what we talked about and your problems with Lucy.  And while I know that in this day and age looking for blame is no longer the done thing, I think that we do need to consider who might be to blame for your problems and, to my mind, I think you must accept a certain amount of blame yourself.”

Jennifer suddenly felt rather uneasy – like a naughty child.  She nervously moved weight from one foot to the other wishing she could just bolt out the room and be gone – but she felt obliged to hear out her friend.  And poor Kellie – still standing there in the nude.  Vivienne stood-up and continued: “As the parent, you are responsible in part for Lucy’s behaviour.  You should have stepped in long ago and put a stop to it.  But you didn’t, did you?  You let it develop and get out of hand – and now she is, to use your own words, unbearable.  That’s no way for a child to behave – even one at Lucy’s age.  She needs a soundly strapped bottom – we agreed on that, and we’ll get to that later.  But firstly Jennifer – I think you need your bottom strapped.  Don’t you?”

Jennifer was speechless.  Was this what this was all about – Vivienne intended to strap her bottom?  She was a grown woman – in her late thirties – and now a woman, not much older than herself, said she was going to strap her bottom!  It couldn’t be true.  It couldn’t, could it?  But Jennifer recalled the conversation from yesterday where she had agreed that Lucy needed the strap – and what Vivienne was now proposing was horrible, even if unacceptably logical.

“I’m not sure that would be fair ……. appropriate ……. proper – I mean …. “ Jennifer was totally lost for words and whatever words came out of her mouth, she realised simply got her into more strife: “I mean …… I’m too old to get the strap …. Aren’t I?!?”  Then she realised that she was talking to a woman who told her only yesterday that she got the strap herself and she was 3-4 years older than Jennifer.  Oh what a mess she now found herself in!

“Jennifer trust me – you are not too old, nor too big to get the strap.  I get it and so should you.  And you are going to, believe me – before you leave this house today.  And you won’t like it ….. you won’t enjoy it, but it will do you the world of good.  I cannot have you unleashing a sound strapping on poor Lucy’s bottom when you are partly to blame.  She certainly deserves it – definitely – but so do you.  Are you going to take your punishment – a well deserved punishment – or not?”

Jennifer was now on the spot – decision time.  Deep down inside she knew Vivienne had a good point – but she didn’t fancy being on the receiving end of such wisdom.  But if she refused, how would that effect their friendship with Vivienne – which Jennifer valued greatly.  And secretly Jennifer was feeling strangely curious as to whether or not she could take a strapping – over ‘that’ table?  Her mother’s occasional fling with the hairbrush had been painful – but she was only a little girl at the time – perhaps now fully developed, her bottom could take a bit of punishment and pain – so why not?  Vivienne and her girls can obviously take it – they seem happy enough despite Harold strapping their bottoms.  But then again, why should she get strapped – Lucy was the real problem.  Jennifer struggled with mixed emotions – to take it or to run?

“Very well” said Jennifer, finally relenting: “as you wish.”  Vivienne seemed pleased and Kellie suddenly had a huge grin on her face.  And Jennifer still wondered why Kellie was there, and why was she in the nude?

“Very well, Jennifer, a good decision.  Brave and worthy of you.  Now take off your clothes” ordered Vivienne.

“Vivienne ….. come on, take off my clothes?!” Jennifer exclaimed in horror.

“Certainly – everything off – you know what happens in this household, I explained it all yesterday.  You will strip, same as Kellie.  The pair of you will then go down to the kitchen – remember the ‘walk of shame’ – and once there Kellie is going to bend over the table for me to give her 12 good strokes across her bare bottom.  She has volunteered to be the ‘guinea pig’ for your familiarisation course.  I will show you how a good strapping is administered.  You will watch closely – and learn.  Then my dear, it’ll be your turn.  You will then strap Kellie’s bottom while observe your technique.  If I do not consider it satisfactory, you will get double the number of strokes I had intended to give you.  So pay attention to how I strap Kellie – it’s your bottom that will suffer if you don’t strap Kellie properly.  Once we have finished with Kellie, it will be your turn to bend over the table, and I will administer 12 firm strokes across your bottom – or 24 if your strapping of Kellie proved inadequate.  There are two reasons why you deserve, and need, a good strapping – one, you have not been a good mother in allowing Lucy’s bad behaviour to get out of hand, and two, you will feel what Lucy will feel when you strap her bottom.  We all need to know what it feels like when we inflict a little pain on others.  Now ….. get those clothes off.”

Resigned to her fate, Jennifer slowly took off her clothes.  She felt totally embarrassed and exposed.  She hated being naked, and she hated even the thought of anyone seeing her naked.  And here she was stripped to the skin in front of her neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Jennifer wished she could just disappear – but she had resolved in her own mind that she could do it and she would.  She would take whatever Vivienne had in store for her – and she would take it with pride.  She would not show fear, although inwardly trembling from head to toe – knees like jelly.  Such she considered was ‘all in her mind’ – and she suffered on regardless and did what she was told.

Once in the nude, and covering as much of herself as she could with her hands and arms, Jennifer heard Vivienne give the dreaded order: “down stairs ladies – to the kitchen.”  Jennifer suddenly recalled her earlier thoughts as she had passed through the kitchen on the way to see Vivienne – almost deja vu – as it was now actually happening to her.  It was no longer a fantasy thought – but her reality – and it was she who was going to be sprawled naked across the kitchen table while Vivienne strapped her bare bottom.  She realised that things had now progressed so far that there was no turning back – she was going to have to take a strapping.  But first was the ‘walk of shame’ – she was going to have to walk naked down the long corridor, all the way down the stairs, through the lounge and dining rooms and into the kitchen – oh God she thought, what if someone saw her?

Kellie led the way – her shapely and somewhat cheeky bottom swaying and wavering gently from side to side as she walked down the hallway.  Jennifer followed with Vivienne behind her.  Jennifer wondered if Vivienne was studying her bottom just as Jennifer was studying Kellie’s cute bottom?  But then she again snapped out of her fantasy world and realised that, as a mature, grown-up 38 year old woman, she was actually being marched, completely nude, through someone else’s house on her way to get her bottom strapped.

Before long Jennifer was in the kitchen standing in front of the table.  Kellie stood alongside – rather closely in Jennifer’s mind – their arms were actually touching which made Jennifer feel a little uncomfortable – although it was pleasant that someone else sharing her predicament.

“Now Jennifer – Kellie is going to fetch the strap – it hangs behind the pantry door.  She’ll then bend over the table, gripping the far edge.  I stand here and you can stand on the other side – get a bit closer – and watch closely.  Consider this a very important lesson.  Fail to learn your lesson, and I’ll ensure that you’ll regret not paying closer attention.”  Kellie returned with the strap and handed it to her mother.  Jennifer took a good look at it – it was rather short but wide, and unpleasantly thick.  Jennifer guessed that it would hurt.  Conscious of Vivienne’s dire warning about paying attention, Jennifer fixed her eyes on Kellie’s waiting bottom – and couldn’t help but think how cute it was.  Vivienne then placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom.

“See – this is where you start – first stroke here, then work your way down to the crease – where bottom meets thigh.  You should generally avoid striking the thigh – it hurts terribly – but I always finish with a stroke the width of the strap below the crease – top of the thigh – just to remind the recipient that if there’s any nonsense during their strapping, their thighs become fair game.  Now watch.”

Vivienne started to strap Kellie’s bottom.  Kellie seemed to enjoy it – although Jennifer thought that the strokes were quite severe.  But after the first six strokes, Kellie not only starting to squirm rather noticeably, but her ‘ooos’ and ‘aaaahs’ became quite frequent.  Finally Vivienne finished and put the strap on the table.  Kellie stood upright, quickly clamping her hands to her bottom and with a smile: “thanks Mum.”

Kellie looked at Jennifer: ”see, wasn’t too bad ….. you might even enjoy it.”

“That’s enough Kellie – you know Jennifer won’t enjoy it – so be quiet – or you can have another dozen from me!”

“OK Jennifer” Vivienne continued: “now I want to see how well you can strap Kellie’s bottom.  No fooling around – take it from me, Kellie has been a very naughty girl and deserves a good strapping.  Your job is to give it to her”.

Kellie, with her hands on hips, in an aggressive stance, looked rather surprised and a little annoyed at her mother’s entreaties to Jennifer to make her strapping a good one.

Jennifer picked-up the strap from the table, took a deep breath and looking directly into Kellie’s eyes instructed her:  “Bend over please Kellie.”  Kellie complied and Jennifer was again entranced by Kellie’s large bosoms and how they flattened out on the table top when she got into position for her strapping.  Jennifer shook her head – to get her mind off bosoms – and directed her attention to the shapely young bottom awaiting her pleasure.  Vivienne watched Jennifer like a hawk.  Jennifer placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom, took a deep, deep breath, pulled back her arm and ‘splat’ struck Kellie quite vigorously across her bottom.  “Bit low … not quite on target” sniped Vivienne.  Jennifer again took aim and administered the next stroke.  “Ouch” exclaimed Kellie.  “Still too low …. keep your eyes on where you want the strap to land” sniped Vivienne as Jennifer’s stroke landed below the intended spot.  Jennifer decided on a new strategy – strike fast and Vivienne wouldn’t be able to see where the strokes had landed.  Jennifer then applied the remaining 10 strokes to Kellie’s well reddened bottom.  When finished Jennifer announced: “OK Kellie ….. thanks ….. that’s it.”  As Jennifer looked at Kellie’s reddened bottom, she felt a certain satisfaction with her handiwork.  Kellie stood-up and rubbed her bottom and Vivienne had stepped forward and had taken the strap from Jennifer.

“Well, we have a few improvements necessary, my dear.  You know where you want the strap to land – but you just can’t seem to get it to land there.  Poor concentration my dear – and you probably need some more practice.”  And turning to her daughter still furiously rubbing her bottom: “how’s your bottom Kellie?”

“Fine” says Kellie “not as bad as Dad ….. or you” not wanting her mother to feel left out of her positive assessment.  Inclusion was the in-thing – so complimenting her mother’s efforts could save her bottom in the future.

Vivienne turned to Jennifer: “your turn  ……. bend over the table,  take a firm grip of the far edge then pull your body back so your arms are fully stretched.  Feet forward – I want a nice little curve to your bottom – gives me a nice target.”  Jennifer could not believe her ears – her neighbour, a close friend – was standing behind her with her hands on her bare bottom – as she positioned Jennifer’s bottom as she pleased.  Jennifer could not believe either her current disposition or the level of embarrassment she now felt.

“Bottom up a little more dear” said Vivienne manhandling Jennifer’s bottom to where and how she wanted it.  “Excellent” announced Vivienne finally.  “Harold is always very fussy about how we present our bottoms – if he does not like the way they’re presented, we can get extra strokes.  So keep your bottom where it is, my dear, and we can begin.”

With those words Jennifer felt Vivienne place the dreaded, and much talked about strap, on her bottom.  It felt rather warm – from its hard work on Kellie’s bottom.  Then Jennifer felt the strap lift off her bottom and she knew she was just about to get her 38 year old bottom strapped – something she could never have believed would ever happen.  But with a terrible ‘splat’ and a sharp stinging sensation, Jennifer felt what it was like to get the strap.  She had fantasised about it quite a bit since Vivienne had mentioned it yesterday – she had wondered what it would be like to get strapped – and now she was finding out.

Vivienne kept the strokes coming at a measured pace – Jennifer felt the strap landing a bit further down her bottom with each stroke – and as Vivienne got to the tenth stroke, she struck it across the top of Jennifer’s thigh.  Jennifer leapt-up clutching her bottom and howling unashamedly.  “Down” said Vivienne “back in position for the final two please”.  Jennifer obeyed – better to get it over with.  ‘Splat’, splat’ – they both landed at the top of her thighs and hurt like hell.  Jennifer was soon prancing around clutching her bottom like a person possessed.  “Oh God that hurts ….. shit ……. damn” bemoaned Jennifer as Vivienne and Kellie looked on in amusement.

“Excellent” said Vivienne: “now you know what it feels like to get a good strapping – a real strapping ….. a good lesson eh?”  There was a pause as Vivienne and Kellie exchanged glances.  “Right … well then Jennifer … I said that you’d regret not paying close attention to my strapping Kellie – your need to apply greater concentration to what you’re doing.  I think another six on your bottom might be a help – a little extra motivation perhaps?  Could’ve been 12 dear – but six will suffice.”

“No please Viv, no more.  I’m sore ….. very sore” pleaded Jennifer, but to no avail.  Jennifer had moved away from the table but Vivienne placed her hands firmly on Jennifer shoulders and moved her back into position.  She then pushed Jennifer back down over the table.  Jennifer in total resignation gripped the far edge of the table and awaited her fate.  She now realised that Vivienne was not someone to argue with.

“Here Kellie” was said as Vivienne handed the strap to Kellie “your turn.  See what you can do.”  With a broad grin on her face Kellie pranced forward and gleefully grabbed the strap from her mother.  She was over the moon that after years of getting her bottom strapped, she was now allowed to administer a strapping to someone else,  And she was rather keen to strap Jennifer – because secretly she had always had a bit of a crush of her neighbour.  Her chat to her mother yesterday – when she had proposed that Jennifer should be strapped as part of a discipline familiarisation process – was all part of Kellie’s intentions towards Jennifer.  Now she had not only seen Jennifer stripped naked and strapped by her mother, but she was now allowed to strap the hapless Jennifer  herself – a pleasure she only ever dreamed of before now.

Jennifer realised that Kellie had been given the strap leapt-up in protest: “Vivienne …… you can’t be serious – Kellie’s nude – she can’t strap me!!”  Vivienne scowled at Jennifer in displeasure.  Kellie taps the strap into the palm of her hand – waiting.

“Jennifer in this household the person being disciplined does precisely what they’re told – immediately and without talking back or without argument.  It’s called obedience.  And when my husband is away, I call the shots.  I want you across that table with your bottom properly presented so Kellie can strap it.  I don’t care if she is nude – I wouldn’t care if she was in fancy dress – when I tell her to strap your bottom that’s precisely what I expect her to do ….. or her own bottom will be tanned yet again.  Now take your punishment …………  and Kellie, make it 12 strokes.  Jennifer needs an additional lesson in obedience.”

Jennifer was not accustomed to nudity – being nude herself or having others around her being nude.  She had been brought-up with fairly prudish principles.  The thought of being strapped on her bare bottom by a nude girl, half her age – the age of one of her own daughters – created much turmoil in Jennifer’s mind.  She could never have imagined that something like this could ever happen to her.

But by now Jennifer’s bottom was intensely warm and tender to touch.  And  surprisingly, she felt rather aroused.  Perhaps Vivienne was right – perhaps a strapped bottom can make you horny.  But the look on Kellie’s face worried Jennifer.  Perhaps Jennifer’s objection to being strapped by Kellie had upset Kellie?  The rather sexy but charming 22 year old had a certain glint in her eye that made Jennifer very nervous.  And Kellie had a cute way of curling her lip in the corner of her mouth – which exposed a hint of her teeth – like a leopard about to pounce on its prey.  But determined not to show fear – Jennifer bent back across the table and presented her bare bottom to her young tormentor.

She felt the strap laid across her bottom as the buxom young girl took aim.  And ‘splat’ – Kellie landed a hard stroke which took Jennifer’s breath away.  Oh God, thought Jennifer, this girl not only knew how to strap a bottom, but she seemed to be enjoying it.  The next stroke elicited a loud “ooow” and Vivienne added encouragement to her daughter: “good one, my dear …. keep it up!”

Jennifer took her 12 strokes bravely.  Kellie demonstrated a natural talent for the task she had been given by her mother.  After the twelfth stroke Kellie leaned forward and whispered in Jennifer’s ear, with her bosom most noticeably pressing against Jennifer’s back “stand up, Mrs Sangster …. all over …. well taken.”   Jennifer was awash with sensations – being strapped in the nude, by a nude young woman half her age, and who then obviously and intentionally pressed her body up against hers.  It left Jennifer weirdly excited but also strangely fearful of this girl.  And while physical contact between naked bodies had always been a total no-no for Jennifer – except with her now deceased husband – she had suddenly found it rather pleasant, even if a bit unnerving.

“Up stairs and get dressed – lessons over for today.  Jennifer ….. I think you still have much to learn.  But we’ll talk about that over tea, after you’re dressed.”

Jennifer headed for the door as fast as her feet would carry her.  She was anxious to get upstairs and get dressed – longing for the safety of being covered by clothes.  But Kellie was close behind.  As they entered Vivienne’s bedroom Kellie grabbed Jennifer by the arm turning her around – so they were face-to-face.  Kellie smiled and gave Jennifer a rather passionate kiss on the lips with: “I enjoyed that.  Did you enjoy it?  I mean me – strapping your bottom?”

Jennifer was stunned – here she was still naked with a very attractive younger woman, also naked, pressing her body against hers and kissing her.  Jennifer did not know how to respond – Kellie was her daughter’s age – but she was not her daughter – she was an adult and perhaps adults can do silly things when they have sore bottoms.  All Jennifer could think of saying was: “mine hurts, what about yours?”

Kellie smiled and turned around, bent over and presented her bright red bottom for Jennifer to inspect, adding: “see what you did.  Bet you did enjoy it!”  Jennifer couldn’t get dressed fast enough.

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plotting spankingSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum

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Chapter 2 (Read chapter 1 first!)

A Plan for Jennifer


Vivienne Barrett returned home and made herself a cup of tea, well pleased with her chat to her next door neighbour – Jennifer Sangster.  Vivienne felt satisfied that Jennifer would accept her advice and proceed to introduce some strict discipline into her household – and that the troublesome Lucy, and her easily led younger sister Lily, would soon be feeling leather across their pristine, lily white and untouched bottoms.

Vivienne finished her tea and went looking for her older daughter Kellie – a rather well-endowed, sexy 22 year old who though she looked rather vampish and sexy, was actually very quiet, charming and affectionate.  But she had looks that could kill and she knew it.

“There you are” said Vivienne as she entered her daughter’s bedroom.  Kellie was slumped on the bed reading a magazine.  Her mother sat down beside her on the bed.  “We need to talk,  I have just had a long chat to Mrs Sangster next door, and she is at her wits end dealing with Lucy.  Do you get on with Lucy?”

“Sure – she’s all right.  Bit of a party animal;  bit loud for my tastes but she’s cool.  Why?”

“Well” replied Vivienne “apparently she is out of control and giving poor Jennifer, Mrs Sangster, hell.  I said she needs to do something drastic.

Kellie interrupted “Oh I know what you mean” with a broad and evil grin on her face.  “Exactly” replies her mother.  “A good dose of the strap would sort her out.  I’d be delighted to give it to her myself – but I guess Jennifer needs to do it.  Pity.  But anyway, we need you to start whispering dire warnings in Lucy’s ear – to soften her up – get the seeds of doubt and fear sown, so to speak.  Let her know that you and Ashlie get your bottoms strapped from time to time – and that her mother has been asking about borrowing our strap.  That sort of thing.”

“Why?  Just do it” replies Kellie with a quizzical look on her face, “if the little minx needs a warmed bottom, just do it.”

“Sure I could do it – but Jennifer is a little inexperienced in strapping grown-up girls’ bottoms.  She hasn’t done it before.  She only ever got a few smacks on the seat of her pants from her mother – sometimes the hairbrush on her bare bottom – and that was when she was 8 or 9 years old.  She doesn’t even know what it feels like.  She’s an absolute babe in the woods when it comes to taking the strap to her daughter’s bottom.  So we need to give her a helping hand.”

Kellie now sits upright giving her mother her undivided attention.  And with a totally wicked smile on her face she asks her mother: “do we really need to ‘help’ Mrs Sangster, or do we need to ‘train’ Mrs Sangster in how to strap a girl’s bottom?  Perhaps she needs to see just how its done?  Perhaps she needs to feel – to experience – what it’s like to have to stick out your bare bottom so someone else can whack it with a strap?  We all know what it’s like – but she has no idea.  Perhaps we need to give her a ‘familiarisation course’ on giving and receiving a strapping on the bare bottom.  Could be fun!”

“Kellie I know what you’re saying, and it makes great sense, but won’t it be a little impractical?  I mean – just how do we get Jennifer to …. well …. submit?  Do you think she’s just going to waltz in here, strip off, bend over the table and take a tanning on her bare bottom for the fun of it?  And who does she see getting a strapping?  You and Ashlie are clear of transgressions – no strappings for either of you coming-up – and Jennifer needs to move on Lucy quickly.  And I don’t think we should be looking for ‘fun’ – poor Jennifer has a serious problem.”

“Oh mum – your making mountains out of mole hills.  You can strap my bottom in front of her.  I don’t mind a sore bottom in a good cause!  And after you’ve given me a dozen or so strokes, she’ll have seen how it’s done.  Then she can strap my bottom, and if she doesn’t do it properly, after watching you give me a strapping, you can give her some real strokes for not getting it right – let her feel what it’s like to get the strap.  In fact, better still, I could strap her bottom, if she doesn’t strap my bottom right.  Could be a ball!”

“Kellie really – that’s  ….” Vivienne somewhat lost for words: “that’s highly inappropriate.  The woman needs our help – not a thrashing.  We need ….”

Kellie cuts her off, intent on pursuing her objective: “we need to show her what has to be done.  And she has to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end.  And I don’t mind offering up my bottom for the cause – provided that I can lay on a few good ones myself – after all, I need to learn how too …. I’ve always been on the receiving end, and its high time I got in some practice in giving.”

“Young lady you are on the receiving end because you deserve to be on the receiving end – you don’t need to learn how to give a strapping – not yet anyway.”

“Then I withdraw the offer of my bottom.” Kellie replied looking annoyed at her mother’s rejection of her plan.

But Vivienne, herself was quite keen to have the opportunity to strap someone else’s bottom.  In her household both she and her daughter’s were always on the receiving end of her husband’s strict discipline.  She wasn’t allowed to strap the girls – it had been a long time since Vivienne had been allowed to discipline them.  She had smacked her daughters’ bottoms before her husband took over as the family disciplinarian – when Kellie reached her teens – and that was over a decade ago.  That was the time when her husband had included Vivienne in the family disciplinary process, and she had found herself in the line of bare bottoms waiting to be strapped.  So she quickly thought better of totally dismissing Kellie’s suggestion.  She responded: “not so fast young lady.  I think you might have something.  But we need to plan our approach carefully.”

And with that Vivienne and her daughter settled down to decide a strategy to bring new knowledge to their unsuspecting next door neighbour.

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ladies spanking teaSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum

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Chapter 1

Jennifer’s Transformation

One Friday afternoon, Jennifer Sangster, a 38 year old widow with two daughters, sat alone on her patio contemplating the sheer cheek and contempt her two daughters now showed her.  Growing-up they had been model children – even into their teens – but since Lucy, the eldest, had been at University she had become unbearable, and she was literally corrupting her younger sister Lily.  Lily was a model school kid while Lucy was away at University, but whenever Lucy came home for a weekend or during semester breaks, she would coerce and cajole Lily into doing whatever she wanted – and Lily went along with it.  Jennifer was at her wits end as to how she could handle the situation.  Whatever Lucy was learning at University, it certainly wasn’t respect for her mother, nor how to create and maintain family harmony.

Jennifer’s deep concentration on how to handle her wayward daughters was suddenly interrupted by “Hey stranger, what’s happening?”  It was her next door neighbour Vivienne Barrett – a sprightly, effervescent woman a few years older than Jennifer – probably in her mid-forties – but Jennifer had always been too polite to ask Vivienne her age.  “I haven’t seen you for ages – thought you must have left town” as she sat down beside Jennifer on the patio.

“Oh no” replied Jennifer.  “Just been busy with the kids.  Lucy is home for the weekend and creating mayhem.  Becoming rather tiresome actually.”

“A little bit of rebellion afoot eh?  Kellie (Vivienne’s eldest daughter) was like that.  She became a right regular pain in the arse – never believed that a child of mine could become such a little Miss know-it-all and ……..  well, I hate to say it, but a right regular little bitch at times.  But Harold soon brought her back into line –  could not believe the ….”

Jennifer inadvertently cut Vivienne off: “you’re lucky, you have a husband to step-in and rule the roost – I’ve just got me, and I just can’t get a grip on the situation.  It’s just not right that a young miss, who has been given everything she ever needed in life, now repays me with her constant tantrums, her arguing, her …… it never stops.  She must think that the world owes her or something.  A recalcitrant young miss – who has forgotten her place.”

Vivienne appreciated Jennifer’s total frustration and upset and leant over to her friend and placed her hand on top of Jennifer’s hand to comfort her, and responded:  “sounds like our little Lucy could do with a dose of the strap – that would fix her – two dozen across her bare bottom, and she would become and instant angel.”

“Oh come on Vivienne get serious – you can’t do that sort of thing any more – it’s just not done” replied Jennifer.

“It is in our household.  Harold has a simple philosophy about behaviour – behave in accordance with the agreed house rules or be prepared to present your bare bottom for the strap.  God, he strapped my bottom last night.  I was ….”

Jennifer, stunned at what she had just heard, sat bolt upright and interrupted again: “your kidding me – Vivienne – you can’t be serious – Harold used a strap on you!  You’re surely kidding me?  No way!”

“Oh yes” Vivienne continued: “he saw me smoking outside the supermarket with Elizabeth – you know sexy Elizabeth – the receptionist – from the doctor’s surgery.  Well, she had just stepped outside the surgery for a quick puff as I was coming out of the supermarket.  I couldn’t resist – so we had a chat and a puff together.  And bloody hell –  Harold drives by and sees us.  He smiled and waved at me.  Oh ouch – I knew I’d be for it …….”

“But he wouldn’t use a strap on you — surely?” quizzed Jennifer in disbelief.

“Oh you bet.  Smoking is an absolute no-no in our household.  Anyone caught smoking can expect a right real bottom blistering – 36 strokes.  And while the first 24 are bent over the kitchen table, the final 12 are with you touching your toes.  And ouch — that stings — really stings.”

Jennifer, in disbelief about Vivienne’s treatment, continued: “I just cannot believe that Harold punishes you that way?  Over the kitchen table?  Why over the kitchen table?  I never knew — I mean, I never even suspected.  Such goings-on – right next door, I can’t believe it!  What about the girls, don’t they say anything, or get upset by all this – you getting strapped?  Come-on – – out with it, what are you up to?”

Vivienne pulls her chair closer to Jennifer: “Honey, its our way of maintaining good order and discipline within the household.  Kellie, Ashlie and I made-up a set of ‘house rules’ to ensure a harmonious, respectful and orderly household and we charged Harold, as head of the household, to enforce the rules which we made-up.  It’s how we want to relate to one another – how we will behave around each other.  Saves having a ‘Lucy situation’ to contend with.  When Harold gets home we have the evening meal and when dinner is over, he will ask whether there are any disciplinary issues to address.  Anyone of us can raise an issue about another – I can raise the girls’ behaviour or they can raise mine.  Harold then decides if a house rule has been transgressed, and if so, what action is necessary.  The rules are divided into three levels – the first six are minor transgressions;  the next six are serious transgressions and the third level are grave transgressions.  It’s 18 strokes of the strap for minor ones;  24 strokes for serious ones and 36 strokes for grave transgressions – like smoking.  They are dealt with immediately after dinner.  Whoever is to get the strap has to go to their room, strip off completely – down to their birthday suit – and do the ‘walk of shame’ from their room to the kitchen.  We’re all present for the strapping – total transparency – I see the girls get strapped, and they see me get strapped.  Everyone knows we’re all treated equally – no favourites – no one gets away with anything.  And you ask why the kitchen table?  Well that’s traditional.  So Harold sticks to it.  It can take the weight off a wriggling, squirming bottom getting a tanning!  And you might have noticed, I have rather big bosoms – 44 GGG dear – the table supports them nicely while I’m bending over.”

“My God” exclaims Jennifer, “the girls see you nude!  Getting strapped.  You’re kidding?”

“There’s no shame in nudity Jennifer.  We are what we are.  We often go to the nudist beach together – so we’ve seen it all.  But I must admit, having to front-up in the kitchen in the nude for a strapping, is a bit embarrassing – very embarrassing in fact.  But Harold believes that good discipline must be as embarrassing as it is painful.  But having to walk through the house in the nude – knowing what’s ahead – is a bit of a challenge, no matter how many times you’ve done it.”

“How painful?” queries Jennifer – now in total shock at her neighbour’s revelations.

“Oh its painful – well sort of.  18 strokes sting a bit – gets you all hot and well, between you and me, horny;  24 strokes hurts a bit more.  You know your bottom is going to be sore in the morning.  And 36 – well, that’s ‘ouch’ – very much ‘ouch’ – not a lot of fun getting 36 strokes on the bare.  But we all take what’s due – and what’s deserved.  It’s our way.”

“Oh my God” says Jennifer – reclining back in her chair in total amazement.  “Who would have believed?  Kinky neighbours.”

“Its not kinky Jennifer – it’s a way of life that ensures proper respect and behaviour by those of us living together.  On the larger scale of things, society has its rules which we all have to live by – and on the micro scale of our house – we have our rules.  And we all get along extremely well – and we don’t have any problems like Lucy is giving you at the moment.  When Kellie momentarily got out of line when she first went to University, she thought that she could disregard how to behave when at home.  She was soon informed that she was neither too big nor too old to have her bare bottom strapped – and that’s what she got.  Harold gave her 24 sizzling strokes – and she protested – but she knew how we lived and deep down she respected that.  She immediately got back on track.  And I think Lucy would do the same after the shock and horror of getting her bottom strapped.  Try it.  Didn’t you ever get spanked or strapped growing-up?”

Jennifer looked a tad embarrassed at the last question, but realised that this was the sort of heart to heart conversation where a few dark secrets from the past could be safely revealed.  “Yes I did” she said “but not often – just on rare occasions when Mum got pissed-off at me.”

Vivienne smiled at her friend’s embarrassment and decided to probe her friend’s childhood experiences more – just to embarrass her: “did you get it bare?  With her hand or what?  How?  Father, brothers, sisters present?”

Jennifer blushed furiously at the details now sought: “well, she used a hairbrush.”

“Was it on your bare bottom?  Were you over her knee?” asked Vivienne.  A little exasperated by the questions, Jennifer blurted back: “yes it was on the bare – she made me drop my pajama pants before I went over her knee.  And ‘no’ – no-one saw me getting spanked, and ‘yes’ it hurt like hell.  Anything else?”

Vivienne thought that she had been inquisitive enough so she returned the conversation to what Jennifer should now do with Lucy.  “So what to do with Lucy?  Why don’t you give her some discipline – the old fashioned way.  She won’t like it, but I bet she’s smart enough to realise – probably after the event – that she deserved it.  Do you want some help?”

Jennifer looked bemused: “Help?  How can you help?  Are you going to spank her for me?”  Then, after some thought: “no, I have to do it, but I suspect she’ll just rant and rave and walk out on me – she usually just takes-off when we start arguing.  She sure as hell isn’t going to pull down her pants and bend over my knee for a spanking.”

“Oh she might” replied Vivienne.  “She’s in a Hall of Residence isn’t she?  That means you pay her board and lodging.  So just stop making the payments and she’ll have to come and live at home.  She won’t like that.  And how does she pay for her petrol?  And her car rego and insurance?  Cut-out her allowances – stop paying for everything and she’ll soon toe the line, believe me.  You can generously pay for a monthly bus ticket – and she can get the bus to Uni.  That’ll clip her wings.   And then there’s the mobile phone and Internet accounts – you pay for them too?  Cut them out.  I bet she’s got no income of her own to pay her bills – she’s the partying kind – not one to find a part time job.  Not while you’re so willing to pay for everything.  Just how happy is she going to be if her phone is cut-off and she can’t access her Facebook account.  God, my kids would suffer apoplexy is I ever cut-off their Facebook accounts.  You know Jennifer – there are all sorts of ways that young madam could become rather cooperative – and willingly opt for a strapped bottom.  My girls often asked for a strapped bottom instead of getting grounded – they thought it better to get their punishment over and done with – a sore bottom for a couple of hours was always their preference.  Jennifer, you need to give some serious thought as to what Lucy’s major concerns in life are – and how you can create a little turmoil in her life by bringing those concerns to the fore.  The mobile phone and social media accounts are prime targets – what young woman could do without her Facebook account?  Your telling me that Lucy won’t prefer a couple of licks of the strap across her bare rear end – so she can keep-up her Facebook page?  Honey really – she’d be screaming out for a strapping – I know mine would!”

Jennifer suddenly had a smile on her face.  All sorts of dire actions were running through her mind as to how to haul her young Lucy into line.  “OK, but I might need some help.  I need to let her get some inkling of bad things on the horizon – sort of soften her up – it could save a nasty confrontation.  If I just announce that strapped bottoms are to be the order of the day, she’s likely to freak out on me.”

“I understand – no problem – I’ll help.  We could talk to Lucy together – or I could get Kellie to inadvertently drop a hint that you are on the warpath – like asking to borrow the strap – and generally let Lucy know that she’s in deep shit.  The girls get along well together – so it would only be natural for Kellie to give Lucy the heads-up on what you seem to be planning – she would keep it all very vague – but it would sow the seeds of concern in Lucy’s mind – and give her an uneasy sense of foreboding.  And Kellie could just add-in a few snippets about strapped bottoms in our household – it was a surprise for you, so it could well be an unpleasant surprise for Lucy – especially if Kellie tells her that you’re wanting to borrow our strap.  God knows what thoughts will race through poor Lucy’s mind when she hears that!”

“OK.  Could you ask Kellie to speak to Lucy next weekend.  I think I’ll need a few days to develop my strategy.”  And with that comment, a much more cheerful Jennifer got up and gave Vivienne a peck on the cheek with: “thanks Viv, that’s taken a load off my mind” as she headed back inside the house.  Vivienne headed back to her house.

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Spankee Artemisia de vine CK“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.”

Wooden spoon spanking Artemisia Sydney CK“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.

Artemisia de Vine cane corporal Sydney CK waistI 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!”

Artemisia spanks Zoe MontanaHe 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.

mr possum stunt model croppedI 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.

Spanking Switch Artemisia

Spanking Switch Artemisia

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.

vintage-suitcases-londonOne 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.

From left to right Artemisia de Vine, Harper, Zoe Montana & Molly Malone

From left to right Artemisia de Vine, Harper, Zoe Montana & Molly Malone

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.

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Artemisia disciplining Molly Malone & Zoe Montana

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.

Lady spanked mirrorIMG_7257-2 copySome 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!

Spankee Artemisia

Spankee Artemisia

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.

Nov 182015
 

Pandora Blake… Zoe Montana aka Helena May… Artemisia de Vine… Electra Amore

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Zoe Montana spanking Pandora Blake

I am beside myself with excitement to announce I will be hosting an exclusive and intimate spanking and corporal punishment show and switch play party with the internationally acclaimed spanking models Pandora Blake and Zoe Montana aka Helena May!  This is your chance to spank and be spanked by your favorite spanking starlets! 

As well as these delightful UK spankees, we will be joined by elite Australian corporal punishment enthusiasts, Electra Amore and myself, Artemisia de Vine.  You know how mad I am about all things spanking and caning!

 

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Pandora Blake

Pandora is famous for her incredible ethical spanking smut site, Dreams of Spanking. Her rich imagination has been the source of many quality spanking stories and clips over the years.

The discipline community were heart-broken when UK censorship laws changed and made her harmless fun, illegal to produce.  This has meant many of her clips have been taken down. I know, crazy right!

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Pandora Blake

 

However, Pandora continues to offer her huge wealth of experience and passion to the discipline community with domestic style scenes and private play sessions.  She is intelligent, articulate, fun and full of imaginative ideas, not to mention that peachy bottom she sports.

 

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Pandora Blake

She is touring Australia from Nov18 – 21 Dec, 2015 and is offering private sessions and doubles with Zoe in Melbourne and doubles with me in Sydney!  So thrilled! See more and contact her here if that interests you.

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Zoe Montana, now known in Australia as Helena May, worked as a professional spankee switch in the UK for 8 years.

Artemisia spanks Zoe MontanaShe is in countless spanking and discipline clips and has taught and inspired many upcoming professional spanking generations.  I will always be grateful to have been introduced to domestic style corporal punishment by her.
She is such a warm, fun and friendly being who instantly makes you feel comfortable exploring all your hidden discipline desires.  She is generous with her expertise and boy does she have a lot of knowledge to share!  Her plump bottom is a delight to behold.

 

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Zoe Montana gives Pandora Blake a taste of the hairbrush

This is a wonderful opportunity experience these two beautiful spankees in action during a an intimate private show.  They will enact a role play for our enjoyment… Who will end up with their skirts hiked up and their sweet buttocks exposed for a sound over the knee spanking?  A deliciously red bottom guaranteed.

 

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Artemisia’s play space

The fun doesn’t stop there!  There will then be an exclusive opportunity for each guest to have a turn giving and/or receiving bare bottom spankings with all three of us.  For those game, a second round of giving and/or receiving from each of us but this time with the options of leather implements (straps, taws, paddles, belts etc) or the cane!

Electra Amore

Electra Amore

In addition, the very accomplished, Electra Amore will be offering spankings and canings to each of you.  You never know, if the mood is right, Electra has hinted she may be persuaded to switch…  Oh my!

If you would like to find out more about Electra’s passion for all things cane related, or opportunities for private sessions, see here.  She has taught the cane internationally and is appreciated for her sensually strict style.  Her aim is deadly and this wickedly seductive lady likes to remind you of your place!

Artemisia de Vine cane corporal Sydney CK waistArtemisia de Vine (that’s me!) is a Sydney-based professional & lifestyle disciplinarian and switch, amongst other things.

I am seriously in love with corporal punishment and spanking.  I just came alive when I discovered the scene.

I love to explore creative role plays and delve into the psyche of the game.  To build heat and access a most satisfying experience, one needs to engage the head, as well as the body… I am told I have an intuitive intelligence that seeks out those potent places in you and that my enthusiasm for all things CP is infectious.  I am also fascinated by the possibilities of rhythmic impact play to induce ecstatic, embodied states of being within us.  See more about my offerings here.

Spankee Artemisia de vineWhether you are new or a seasoned player, we can always learn more.  Each of us professionals will share our favorite tips and techniques as well as take the time to chat and share spanking stories.  The atmosphere is fun and playful.

Hosts will make you feel right at home serving wine and nibbles.  For the shy, there are nooks and crannies for more private play and for the exhibitionists there is an open space for you to share your spanking joy with all of us.

school desk caning sydney corporal CKFinally, if there is time left, there will be a free play time.

While spanking parties are common in the UK, this is a rare treat for us in Australia to indulge in this British vice with some of the best in the business.

If you can’t make this opportunity, I may be enticed to put on future play parties and workshops so you can sign up here to keep informed.  Those on my mailing list get access to my latest blogs including spanking stories and pics.

When: Dec 8, 2015, 7pm-11pm (If you missed this date, find out how it went, see pics and get involved in future parties here). 
Where: My private play space in Surry Hills, Sydney
Cost:
$350 early bird, paid in full by Nov 21
$400 If paid in full by Dec 4
$450 at the door (However you will still need to pre arrange your booking to hold your place, by paying a non refundable deposit of $100).

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Artemisia about to discipline Zoe Montanta & Molly Malone

Even the highest amount is still less than the price of a normal two hour private play session and you get to play with all four of us over the course of four hours!  It really is an incredible opportunity.

How do I sign up?
Guest numbers are strictly limited as this is an exclusive and private affair for the discerning corporal punishment enthusiast, designed to be an opportunity for you to be intimate with these delightful spanking stars.  You will need to contact me via email or a call to apply for your place.

Don’t forget to bring your favorite implements to play with!

If you want to find out how this party went and how to get involved in future parties, I blogged about it here.

Apr 272015
 

 

Double femdom Sydney sessionsSubmit to the creatively wicked whims of two experienced Mistresses!

My dear friend Mistress Electra Amore is staying with me at The deVinery this month and we are whipping up a storm.  We play really well together, bouncing off each other’s elegantly twisted imaginations to create truly fabulous scenes.

If the idea of multiple golden showers makes you quiver, now is a great time to visit us. We are offering both short GS sessions and luxuriously long ones… Perhaps an extra Mistress to walk in at the opportune moment to add Her golden nectar?  

Or perhaps you enjoy four sets of hands going to work on your body… sensory deprivation and over stimulation… humiliation… impact play… spit roasting with two strap ons… medical examinations…  Can you handle the spotlight gaze of two dominants prodding, picking, pocking you into a submissive position?

We are particularly fond of:

  • Corporal punishment and discipline sessions

  • Cock & Ball Torture

  • Golden Showers

  • Humiliation, Objectification & Degradation

    mrs harpers dice smallerFor our spanking and caning enthusiasts, we may even switch!
    Three bottoms between us… We will challenge you to a game of Madam Harper’s traditional English Disciplinary Dice for wayward boys, errant slaves and willful husbands.  How ever the dice rolls decides who is punished, how many strokes and with what implements!


  • Alternatively stricter scenarios, roles plays and ecstatic trance spankings and canings available.  

    You are welcome to make a booking with either of us individually or both or us together for discounted rates because we enjoy playing together that much!  Contact myself on 0420 415 658 or Electra on 0412 569 969 to enquire.

    Artemisia de Vine www.consciouskink.com
    Electra Amore www.mistresselectraamore.com

     

 

Dec 042014
 

 

 

Artemisia de Vine Conscious Erotic ArtsMy name is Artemisia de Vine and I am a Sydney-based sex worker who specialises in the conscious erotic arts with a greedy appreciation for the deeply sensual through to the utterly kinky.  I am a classically trained BDSM, kink & fetish professional as well as a domestic spanking & discipline switch, erotic massage and conscious sex practitioner and occasional GFE (girlfriend experience) escort.  I am often asked why my sessions are so deliciously unique and seem to satisfy on such a deep level.

My Philosophy is that we can use our sexuality for escapism or for self discovery.  I choose to focus on the later.  If we approach our adult play time with awareness, a sense of open curiosity, bringing our whole selves to the table, our sexuality is not only deeply satisfying but an avenue to discover ourselves.  In some cases this leads to profound personal growth and transformation as we step more fully into our whole being.

The best way I have found to go about this, is through following our erotic cookie crumbs through our inner landscapes and express this with lusty play.  Fun, real and sexy as hell!

The primary reason for my sessions is not therapy though often there are therapeutic side effects.  The reason is because we are inherently sexual beings.  So much of the world fears sex because it truly is powerful.  It has the potential to be destructive or incredibly beautiful.  It can lead us home to ourselves.  By owning our sexuality, all of it, secret dark corners in our minds as well as loving lushness, we create a conscious relationship with ourselves and our lovers.  I am fascinated with how consensual exploration of the full spectrum of erotic possibilities within us with can not only be incredibly hot but can lead us home to ourselves and make us whole.

My Sessions Suit those who sense there is something more to sexuality and yearn for a skilled, open-minded companion to play, explore and discover with.  I create spaces where you can be just who you need to be in the moment.   You do not need to worry that I will impose kink on you if you are a sensual being or vise versa.

The focus is helping you uncover who you really are as an erotic being once the socially prescribed sexual scripts fall away.  I design sessions around your unique erotic “fingerprint”  in conjunction with my own erotic wiring.  I find sessions are just so much more satisfying for both of us if we take the time to find where we naturally overlap and play in that zone.  Clearly there are some things I am not drawn to so will recommend other practitioners if necessary.

My sessions focus on the journey, not just the destination so I recommend a minimum of a 2hr booking.

Artemisia de Vine antique queen final logoBut Where to Start?  Initially we just chat on the phone for a few minutes to get to know each other and feel into whether or not we are compatible.  If it feels right we arrange a booking.

In order to create the place for authentic sexual expression, I offer a consultation process as part of the booking.  I ask questions that draw out things you may not even be aware of about yourself, make suggestions of things you might like to explore with me and teach you simple but effective techniques to aid you in dropping down into the experience more fully.  The more we approach sexuality with awareness the more we can fully turn up with all of ourselves.  The erotic is so much more fulfilling when we open and include the physical & the psychosexual.

This in-depth consultation is part of discovering just who you are and what is erotically possible for you. It is about arming you with the skills needed to get the most out of our play time.  It is also part of allowing the time get out of our heads and into our bodies, peel back the layers and allow our (not always conscious) desires come to the fore.  As such it is part of the session and is best done leading into play time.

However skype session consultations are possible if you prefer.  They cost $150, which is taken off the price of your booking should you choose to go ahead.

Which Session is for me? 

I have two websites, for the sensual erotic arts and one for my kinky side.  You may not fit neatly into any of the below categories and that’s ok.  We can work design something especially for you in our consultation.  However below is a summary of the different aspects of me to give you an idea of the types of sessions I enjoy.

Mistress Artemisia Sydney Pro Domme TealMistress: No mere dabbler in BDSM, I am a classically trained Mistress who has dedicated over ten years to perfecting her art.  I can be wickedly playful, sensually enticing or strict and sadistic depending on my whim. Either way I will ignite your senses and crawl under your skin, deep within your psyche.  I take charge with an elegant, cat-like grace and confidence born of natural dominance, intelligent perception and a deep knowledge of the hidden world of dark fantasies. I delight in pulling your strings and making you dance to my tune… to the tune that is also reflected deep within you… I love that unmasked moment of surrender, where you cannot be anything but your true self.  Witnessed, held, taken…

Check out my blog for stories about the kinds of sessions I get up to.    See the variety of BDSM sessions available.

Note: Mistress sessions are not full service.

 

Kinky Role Play:  I love to explore just what fabulous madness is possible when we peak under the covers of civilised behavior and nudge our boundaries.  I access all the aspects of human nature normally forbidden to us in everyday life, like humiliation, shame, fear, cruelty and power but do so from a place of compassion, consciousness and intension for the holistic well-being of all involved. I am at heart, a kinky shadow worker exploring the ways in which owning our dark side can make us whole.

Besides! Playing with our forbidden fantasies and exploring power can be super hot! Be it Aunt/nephew, Age Play, Boss/Employee, Teacher/student or many more scenarios. Feel free to email me the gist of your fantasies. I generally like being the one in charge but will switch for the right gentleman.

Maybe full service: case by case negotiation and different fees apply depending on content.

 

Lady spanked mirrorIMG_7257-2 copySwitch/Submissive: For select gentlemen I enjoy switching and taking the submissive or bottom role in kinky play.  This may or may not be sexual depending on what we negotiate together.    The kinds of sessions I like to switch in are usually role play or discipline sessions however I am open to discussing other possibilities.

(Sex is not the main focus of these session but may be included as an extra towards the end).


Domestic Discipline: 
Traditional corporal punishment, spanking & discipline sessions have a whole different culture than BDSM.  I am pretty mad about every to do with it and happily take the role of either spanker or spankee in these sessions.  See more here including my spanking gallery.

 

erotic massage sydney logoErotic Massage Practitioner: Hot oil… soft, soft breasts… exquisite, full body skin on skin sensuality… surrender to the pleasure of highly skilled touch…  My sessions are far more than a “rub and tug”. These sessions are for those that truly want to delve into their eroticism and tantalize the whole being. This sumptuous array of sessions suit those that wish to surrender to full being pleasure, explore deeper and discover even more.  Read why my prostate massage sessions are so famous here.


Conscious Sex Companion: Have you ever wished you had a personal, skilled courtesan to explore with? Someone to make your erotic journey the object of their skilled, holistic and compassionate focus? Someone, attractive, friendly, seductive and knowledgable in the conscious erotic arts? Do you have a sense that there is something more to sex but are not sure how to access it? I am part guide to the Mysteries… part lover and playmate… For it is through a combination of conscious exploration and play that we find the treasure… I hold the space, play the role needed, provide the atmosphere and know-how for you to holistically explore your own unique sexual universe.  See more here. 


plus size sydney escort busty bondeEscort (GFE): 
For for select gentlemen who wish to enjoy a playful, sensual time with me to relax, unwind, explore and treat ourselves to un-rushed pleasure, I offer the girlfriend experience. This session is for those times when you do not want to focus on learning tantra or other conscious erotic exploration but just want to enjoy the company of a warm, friendly voluptuous woman. Time to be held in my soft bosom, stroked skin-on-skin and loved up. Let’s pleasure each other in my erotic oasis.  Here is a blog about what it is like on a GFE date with me.

About Me:  I have pretty much dedicated my life to the erotic arts.  I learn from every sexuality professional and pioneer I can.  What do I do with my holidays?  Go learn more sex geekery and put it together in creative ways to create experiences and opportunities for explorers of eros.  It is my life and my passion and I love nothing more than to help people access their full sexual and/or kinky potential.

I draw on aspects of sexological bodywork, lomilomi, tantra, Taoism, BDSM, somatic psychology and many other mindfully embodied practices.
At a Glance: I am a voluptuous, blonde, 39yo with creamy white skin, luscious G cup breasts and size 16 womanly curves.  I stand 5 foot 6 or 166cm without heels.  There are galleries on both websites.

Contact: I prefer initial contact to be via a phone chat so we can get a feel for whether or not we are on the same page.  However, if you cannot get hold of me, feel free to shoot me a text or email and I will get back to you.

Contact and Fees for Sensual sessions. 
Contact and Fees for Kinky sessions. 

Oct 112014
 


sexy submissive housewifeAs far as I am concerned, heterosexual M/f submission is not an excuse to have a housewife who doesn’t threaten your ego by speaking back or challenging your opinions. It’s not an excuse to live an unexamined sexist lifestyle that reinforces the status quo. It is not an excuse to avoid self-awareness or difficult feelings.

Submission may look very much like a 1950s sexist dynamic from the outside… or not… but the difference is where it is coming from.

The kind of submission I resonate with is not about obliviously reinforcing structures of privilege (sexism, racism, hetero-centrism etc)… it is not even about rebelling against those systems… It is about self exploration with another that includes playing with and owning our secret shadow selves through erotic play… through conscious power negotiation… through awareness of where we sit within privilege systems and choosing to interact with them and ourselves with heart and well, consciousness.

It’s a path that takes some serious bravery and vulnerability from all parties. It takes in-depth communication from all involved. A submissive’s opinion, feelings and intelligent mind are not silenced but valued. It is a journey of personal transformation, connection and intimacy like nothing else I’ve known.

It takes the abuse and damage caused by sexist and other privilege systems and turns it on its head, creating something exquisitely beautiful because it is based on consciousness, trust, respect and love… and because while we are agreeing to Dominant and submissive power roles we are doing so from the base assumptions that both roles are of value. We are in fact equals but we are not in a system of equality so that needs to be negotiated intentionally.

Temptation logoAbout the Author:  Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based professional and lifestyle Kinkster.  She is a natural Switch (both Dominant and submissive at different times).  She specialises in BDSM play sessions that focus on exploring, playing and personal discovery with heart and awareness.  Read more at her website Conscious Kink.

Sep 272014
 

Professional Disciplinarian SydneyPart Two of a spanking story based on a real domestic discipline and corporal punishment role plays I do with some of my clients.  The basic premise of the script is their idea.  They choose to play the errant husband who wants to be punished by their sister-in-law for taking their wife for granted…. Or very similar variations on the same theme…  Contains adult themes, over-the-knee (OTK) bare bottom hand spanking, caning, corner time, behavior correction, humiliation, coercion, sexism and forced cross-dressing.  


Start with PART ONE here: bare bottomed, OTK, hand spanking…

‘Bend over and place your palms flat in front of you Paul,‘  I said pointing to the solidly constructed wooden table.

He appeared to steal himself for what he knew was coming next but to his credit his did not protest.  Perhaps he thought it best to get it over with.  He laid himself over the table, red spanked bottom poking out from under his business shirt and splayed his fingers out in front of him.

I rummaged around in the draw for a moment watching with amusement as Paul’s head cocked to the side trying to work out what I was doing.  He didn’t dare turn around to look.

Eventually I found what I was looking for and hummed to myself as I walked slowly up behind him, black heels clicking ominously on the tiles.  I bent down close so he could feel the warmth of my breath against his ear as I quietly but firmly explained what was going to happen next.

‘See these marbles?’ I asked holding two large, multi-coloured class orbs in front of his face.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes who?‘

‘Yes Ma’am,‘  He quickly corrected himself.

‘That’s better.  I am going to place these on the backs of your fingers,’ I said following through as I spoke, ‘They need to stay there without rolling off while you receive your discipline.  Each time they roll off we will add another cane stroke to your set.  You currently have two sets of 6 to get through.  Do you understand?’

‘Yes Ma’am‘  he said dismayed.

‘Good boy’.

I stood back up and slowly walked around the table and picked up the junior cane.  “We will start with the lighter of the two since this is your first time”, I said bending the flexible rattan for dramatic effect.

I walked back out of his line of sight, each step deliberate and pronounced in the kitchen acoustics.

‘This is going to hurt.  A lot.  You are going to take it like a man because you know you deserve it and you want your wife back.  This is your penance,’ I stated with no room for argument.  ‘How well you do will have a direct effect on what I choose to tell Clara and you know my influence with her is strong’.

I paused to let that sink in.

‘Between each stroke you will breath all the way out and then when you have gained your composure, you will count the stroke and thank me for taking the time to correct your behavior.  You will say, “One thank you Ma’am, Two thank you Ma’am” and so forth.   Is that clear?

‘Yes Ma’am’, replied Paul with no hesitation this time.

‘Good because if you lose count or forget to thank me, we will begin that set again’.

Paul shifted his weight slightly but did not comment.

I lifted Paul’s shirt out of the way and folded it neatly back exposing him fully.  His bare bottom was swollen and red but as yet unmarked in any way that would last more than a few hours.  It was time to correct this.

‘We tend to remember the lessons that are seared into our flesh Paul”, I said  finding my stance and getting the measure of my swing.  I tapped the cane lightly across both cheeks.
Then taking my time, I drew back and sliced through the air with a perfectly placed stroke.   vivid red welt blossoming across his bottom.

Paul’s sharp intake of breath made it clear he felt it.  Every inch of it.  He let his breath out hard and adjusted himself slightly but the marbles stayed balanced on the back of his hands.

“One thank you Ma’am,”  he said with stiff control that clearly took an effort.

I tapped to take aim again and then whoosh, the cane whipped through the air and landed half an inch below the first welt.

“Phewwww,”  he breathed but did not falter.  “Two thank you Ma’am”.
A third, then a fourth stroke biting into his skin and the already tender flesh beneath.  I could see him wincing and clenching his jaw but his hands remained perfectly still.

I laid out two more strokes with artistic precision.  ‘Five thank you Ma’am’  then ‘Six thank you Ma’am’, he managed to make it through the first round.

‘Good boy Paul.  I can see I am starting to get through to you.  Now tell me about what you have thought about.  How are you going to be proactive in making changes dramatic enough to make you worthy of my sister?’

He cleared his throat and offered, ‘I will definitely help more around the house’.

‘Help you say? To say you are helping implies that housework is your wife’s responsibility and you are assisting her in her duties.  That isn’t good enough.  I need you to understand that housework is as much your responsibility as it is hers.  Do you understand?’

‘Right yes, of course, you are right,’ he said hurriedly, realising his mistake too late.

I walked around the table and placed the junior cane down only to replace it with the senior cane.  Let’s mark this new resolution into your flesh with this, the most painful punishment you have received yet,’  I said, completely devoid of emotion. ‘Time you will thank me exactly as before after each stroke but you will also ask for another stroke to show me you are serious about mending your ways.

I found my stance and practiced my aim again while reminding Paul, ‘This stroke is to remind you that until I say otherwise, it is in fact now your duty to ensure the housework is done.  This is to make up for all the years you have taken Clara for granted, you will now take the role she used to take and if you are lucky she may “help” you every now and then.  Just like you used to “help” her.’

Without waiting for him to agree I pulled back my arm and laid a hard fast stroke right across his bottom.  This time, he couldn’t keep silent.  A jagged moan involuntarily escaped his lips and the marbles wobbled dangerously on the backs of his fingers.

It took him several moments before he gathered himself enough to say, ‘One thank you Ma’am, may I please have another?’

I smiled to myself.  Now my methods were really starting to take effect.  ‘Good.  Let’s see what else you have learned.  What else are you going to do to change your behavior?  Make it good.‘

‘Er… I will be more grateful, especially for Clara’s cooking’.

‘Yes you will, and in order to really value the effort put into cooking, you will now cook as often as you expected Clara to for the foreseeable future.  You will even make a special effort to learn great recipes for her favorite dishes and slave away for hours to lay on three course meals for her and her friends to help her socially network.  You can do this on top of your full time job just like Clara used to do for you.  Do you understand?’.

‘Yes Ma’am!‘ he replied unwilling to argue.

‘I will visit unannounced to spot check you cooking is up to scratch’.

The cane whistled through the air and sliced into his bottom with vicious precision.  His body shuddered  under the impact and he eventually whimpered, ‘Two thank you Ma’am! may I please have another?’

‘Good.  Now what else have you learned?’

‘That I mustn’t demand intimate relations‘ he replied.

‘Correct.  After working all day in an office, coming home and doing the cooking and the housework while you rested with your feet up, the last thing a wife wants is intimate relations.  As part of making yourself worthy of Clara you will be signing up to learn the art of female arousal from a practitioner of the erotic arts and you will attend tantra classes together so you can learn how to truly pleasure a woman.  Not just pleasure, but connect to her, because funnily enough, it is not just about you.  May this cane stroke imprint that deeply on your flesh, ‘ I said as I took aim and delivered my hardest stroke yet.

Paul squirmed and let out a cry.  There was a rolling sound and a loud clunk as both marbles fell off his fingers, rolled across the table and skitted onto the tiles with an echoing clatter.  Instead of staying firmly on the table as requested, both his hands were now rubbing his bottom furiously.
‘Forgotten your instructions already I see,‘ I said calmly, hiding my amusement, ‘Both marbles on the floor! Looks like we will have to add two cane strokes to your total for this set, bringing it up to 8.  Six is the traditional number of course.  Just be grateful I am only adding two strokes and not adding two extra sets of six to keep things neat and tidy’.

Paul groaned.  ‘I can’t!’ he said.

‘Well you can stop at any point of course I reminded him, ‘but it would be a shame since you have come so far.  Five more strokes and you will be finished and my sister will consider taking you back.‘

There was silence as he considered this.

‘‘Pick up the marbles Paul,‘ I said with deathly calm.

He looked at me with concern in his eyes but immediately dropped to his knees to search for the glass spheres.  I just watched and waited, arms folded.

Eventually he found them and presented them to me.

This time he bent over the table without being asked.  I replaced the marbles on the backs of his fingers, leaning in close, brushing against him.
‘What else have you learned Paul?’

He was straining to come up with anything now.  His distress was a playing across the theatre of his face.

‘May I suggest that perhaps this cane stroke could remind you not be so consumed with yourself and your work but also make Clara a priority in your life?’

‘Yes, yes of course!‘  he agreed, relieved to be given a clue. ‘I will pay her much more attention and listen to her feelings and all that,‘  he said guessing at what was required of him.

‘Something like that,‘ I replied amused.  ‘You will no longer only think about how Clara plays the support role to your dreams and passions but will actively play the support role to hers.  That means attending her work functions and listening to the things that are important to her.  It also means arranging to take Clara out to the kinds of entertainment she enjoys.  You will be the perfect opera date for her without a hint that you are bored or disinterested.  Is that clear?’

‘Yes Ma’am,‘ he gulped.

I took aim and delivered the next two strokes in quick succession, cruelly on the same spot.  This was a new level of pain for Paul and he reeled but did not slump for shear terror at the prospect of losing the marbles and having more strokes added to his sentence.

“Four and five thank you Ma’am! May I please have another?’

‘Good I thought to myself.  He really must care for my sister after all to endure this to be given a chance to get back together with her.  At his core he wasn’t a bad man.  He was just spoilt.  Luckily for him there is a cure for spoilt.

‘Repeat after me Paul, “Clara deserves to be treated like the Goddess she is!”

Without hesitation he repeated my words back to me and judging by the tremble in his voice, he actually meant it.

‘Good man,’ I said rewarding him by no longer calling him a ‘boy’ in acknowledgement he was now beginning to behave like an adult.

The last three strokes were no less severe but I no longer tormented him with penance.  I delivered smarting blow one after the other giving him just enough time to gasp and thank me.  Six, seven and finally with a solid crack eight.

He let out sob before he could gather himself.  I nodded to myself in satisfaction.  I had made an impression.  Paul’s re-wiring was under way.

I removed marbles from hands and he sat down with a thump only to spring straight back up again when he realised how sore his bottom was.   He attempted to hide the fact that there were tears in his eyes, and discretely blew his nose into a tissue.  I didn’t say a word until he finished and stood uncertainly waiting to be instructed.

‘Paul, I am going to call Clara and have her pick you up.  In the meantime I want to you to put your trousers back on and stand in corner and wait for her to arrive.  I suggest you use that time to think up the very best apology you can muster’.

He looked miserable but bent down to retrieve his underwear obediently.

‘No not those underwear Paul,‘ I said confiscating his cotton briefs, ‘These ones’.  I held up a pair of pink lacy panties.  You will wear nothing but lady’s knickers until you learn to respect femininity.  You will wear them to work under your expensive suits and you will wear them at home as you do the housework.  They will serve as a reminder to self-correct your behavior as out go about your business.’

Paul’s eyes widened in disbelief at this indignity.  He stood there for a moment then reached over and picked up the lingerie I offered him fir thumb and forefinger as though they would burn him.  His face burned with embarrassment and his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth but he dared not utter a protest.  He slowly bent down and slipped the offending hot pink panties on, pulling them up over his smarting bottom, dressed himself agin in his neat pinstripe trousers and belt and placed himself in the corner.

The image of him standing there, nose to the wall, waiting patiently was the image of an entirely new Paul.  His re-programming was well under way.
***
A week later I spoke to Clara on the phone.  ‘How are things going with Paul?‘ I asked.

‘Amazing! gushed Clara.  ‘I don’t know what you did to him but it has been all flowers, attentiveness ever since he came back from your place.  He cooks *and* does the dishes!  There have been a few small slip ups where he drifted back into his habitual ways but all I had to do was mention that perhaps he needed some more sister-in-law therapy and he pulled himself into line quick smart!  Just goes to show that your unconventional methods really work.’

Professional Disciplinarian SydneyAbout the Author:  Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based professional disciplinarian pasionate about all things spanking, domestic discipline and corporal punishment.  She is a true switch and plays the role of both Spanker and Spankee.  She specialises in traditional domestic scenes, from the playful to the intense including behavior correction, role play and ecstatic spanking sessions.  See more here…

Sep 112014
 

 

racist request number blockedMy beautiful colleague and fellow sex worker, Amber, received this enquiry today.  As you may guess from the context of the enquiry, Amber is black.  It made her feel ill.

If you have trouble reading the image, it says:

“Say 7:30-8pm for an hour/two depending on if you do doubles, black slave white masters role play etc with two handsome/physically fit white south Africans :)”

It is just wrong on so many levels. Fractally Wrong.  It is hard to know where to start!

However, when I finally I stopped fuming on Amber’s behalf, it did get me thinking about how to go about power exchange play within the context of a society rife with systems of privilege.  How do we negotiate our forbidden fantasies while also taking into account issues of racism, sexism etc?  Whether you are approaching a sexuality professional or a personal lover, these things bare weighty consideration and clearly folk like the above punters need lessons!

Many people excuse this sort insensitive sexual request by saying “Oh, it is only a fantasy”.

NewTrayLet me say, I’m a  professional dominatrix and switch so you better believe I role-play all sorts of politically incorrect fantasies.  I’m no prude when it comes to going hard to wrong-town and getting my freak on.  I honestly believe that when approached with awareness, sensitivity and consent, living out our forbidden fantasies can be deeply healing, not to mention superbly hot!

I would never, ever send a text like that casually asking for a racist session!

That said, some people, who are subject to real life racism, do in fact choose to live out eroticised versions of their pain.  I know because they have approached me.  So let us explore more appropriate ways of going about it.

Our amazing psyches erotise real life wounds and trauma in an attempt to transmute pain into pleasure.   When we do this consciously it can be empowering.  It can be a journey into owning our erotic shadows and making them work for us.

FurnitureFor example, it is very common for people to have sexual fantasies about being degraded or used… yet they do not really want to be degraded or used outside of a sexual context…  It is very well documented that lots of people enjoy rape fantasies but most definitely do not really want to be raped for real…

Some men enjoy having the size of their cock mocked in an erotic role play sense and yet in real life want their cock appreciated and admired…  Many women enjoy being called a slut or a whore during sex but in every day life hate being sexually harassed on the street or slut-shamed for expressing their sexuality…

You get the picture.  We often erotise what which hurts us the most.  The reasons for this are too complex to go into fully here, although if this topic interests you, you may enjoy this blog.

With this in mind,  I believe consensual, race-based, power exchange role play has its place.  It is possible to make the conscious choice to explore this aspect of the human psyche with willing participants.

However,  it is essential to do this in context.  We are living in a society where racism is insideously ever-present yet seemingly invisible to those on the privileged end of the race spectrum.   Race-based role play is situated deeply in systemic-level pain that is oh so real for the individuals within it.  Basically, racism is real kids and we need to take that into account.

 

On this day in 1957, 15-year-old Elizabeth Eckford encountered an angry mob when she attempted to enter Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas

On this day in 1957, 15-year-old Elizabeth Eckford encountered an angry mob when she attempted to enter Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas

It is very dicey for the for the party who comes from the benefiting side of racism to initiate this kind of play.   It is just astoundingly inappropriate for a white person to approach a person of colour randomly by text and ask them with no preamble or sensitivity!  This sort of request could be soul-crushingly offensive to someone who is already suffering.

Not everyone who has experienced racism is going to erotise it just like not everyone who has genuinely been oppressed for being a sex worker is going to eroticse being called a whore…  and not every man who has felt pain at the size of their cock will get off on being humiliated by it…  We all have different coping mechanisms.

But for those who do process racism by eroticising it, like all power-based sexual fantasies, it can be hugely hot and healing if initiated by those on the oppressed side of the coin… While race play is not my personal turn on, I’ve had clients request this of me and we had immensely powerful sessions together that have left us both stunned at how positive the outcome can be when done right!  However, they approached me and I provided the safe space for them to explore what they needed to.

If those on the privileged side of racism do initiate race play,  they damn well better have a thorough understanding of racism and be consciously doing everything possible to be sensitive about it… and actively contributing to a world without racism… They better have an openly stated intention to explore their own role in systems of privilege too otherwise they are just reinforcing the status quo. 

 

The enquiry Amber received is a yet another unconsciously racist micro aggression that Amber has to put up with.

Oww_Papercut_14365Micro aggressions are like a death of a thousand papercuts.  They are just a momentary wince, but to be on the receiving end of them day after day after day, it leaves your psyche a bloody pulp.  After years of this, yet another paper cut is enough to make you scream! 

 

everyday-sexism-bookIt is a similar story with gender-based power exchange  in sexual role play. Those that are on the benefiting side of sexism, damn well better be aware of it and be sensitive about it before approaching those that are oppressed by it.  Especially if asking them to play the role of sexual submissive, engage in sexist dirty talk or enact sexist stereotypes.

 

ilovelucyspankingThis isn’t just relevant for overt kinky role plays.  This is relevent for sex between non-kinky heterosexual couples too.  It pays to get active consent before assuming that is your job to take the lead for instance…

I am a Switch.  That means sometimes I take the dominant role and other times I take the submissive role in my kink play.   When I sub I sometimes like to live out sexist fantasies.

Sometimes I really get off on being called a slut or a whore or being ordered into my place.  Sometimes I like having my power taken away and being told what to do.  Sometimes I like overtly sexist banter while I am bent over someone’s lap and thoroughly spanked…

The truth is,  sexist power exchange is one of my hottest turn ons!  It is also one of my most painful realities as I am on the receiving end of sexist micro-aggression after sexist micro-aggression on a daily basis.  This stuff is genuinely wounding me in real life.

This means that I only feel safe and healthy playing these games if my male play partners are not blind to their gender privilege and if they approach me in such a way that shows respect and asks consent.  No leaping in there assuming because they have a cock and I have a pussy, they are going to take the lead in the sexual dance!

Privilege systems are complex and can work the other way too.  Many men prefer their lovers (of any gender) to take the lead but patriarchal themes make them feel ashamed of this.  Sexism has negative effects on pretty much everyone.  However for now I’ll stick to my main point.  That is, if you belong to the gender who only got the vote less than a century ago, it can feel really invasive to have someone from the gender who has had the vote for centuries, assume power over you.

Unfortunately we live in a world that is still full of unconscious gender and race privilege.  It’s in the very walls of our institutions.  Centuries of sexism and racism don’t just go away.  We’ve come far, and I’m proud of us for that, but we still have a big old hang over to deal with and privilege systems are still very much a problem.

ending racism So how do we go about setting up power exchange play in a healthy way when privilege is involved?

To do systemically privileged power play well, it is best to start by demonstrating your awareness of the issues when approaching a potential play partner.  Show, don’t tell them, that you understand the issues around power imbalance and empathise with their experiences.  

If you don’t have a clear understanding of these issues then damn well put in the time and effort to research it.  It’s time for some self-examination and education!  Make it clear to your potential partner-in-crime, you want to go about this play in ways that lead to less sexism and racism in the world.

gender equalityOnce trust is established and you have agreed to play, it is important to put systems in place to make a healthy outcome.

Personally I have a thorough pre-play consultation to establish boundaries and intentions together and put safe words in place to stop the action if things get too raw.   I also factor in a healthy de-brief and integration period afterwards.  Nothing rushed.

I arrange for aftercare where love and genuine respect is shown to all parties.  We may have been really mean to each other during sexy play times so this is important to bring things full circle.   Keeping in contact for several days afterwards is part of the process as these things can unfold for some time.

Participants may need to talk about how the play effected them in the context of every day lived experiences of racism or sexism.  Listening with presence and full attention is the way to go.  Having our voice heard by those who benefit from privilege systems is a huge part of healing.  It then allows space to hear how these systems are actually hurting everyone.  It helps us become a team working for mutually beneficial outcomes.

I also like to put in place a plan for how to handle things if any trauma buttons get inadvertently pushed mid-play.  In the rush of fight, flight, freeze or emotional melt down it helps to have tools prepared to manage the situation.  This can include agreeing to use safe words, communicating what is going on for you and then, if appropriate,  just holding each other tight while breathing slow conscious breaths until the emotion has moved on and we are calm enough to work through it… or keep playing as it appropriate…

It may sounds like I take the magic out of the play by doing all this but actually the opposite happens.  Once there is a safe container established, we are free to push each other deep into areas of play that otherwise wouldn’t be possible.  With the safety of trust, respect and big-hearted intention towards each other, we can create the space to fly!

When approached consciously, kinky power exchange play can lead us home to wholeness in ourselves in the most unexpected ways.  Perhaps even help heal racism and sexism overall.  Society is after all, made up of us.   Microcosm/macrocosm.  Dealing with the big problems as they appear in miniature versions in our personal relationships may be the only real way to make a difference.

Artemisia de Vine

Artemisia de Vine

About the Author: Artemisia de Vine is a professional dominatrix, switch, sex worker and practitioner of the conscious erotic arts based in Sydney, Australia. Described as elegantly perverted,  she sports a greedy appreciation for the full spectrum of human sexuality, from the sensual to the elaborately kinky.   She is passionate about helping people explore their unique erotic wiring through play sessions.  She approaches sexuality as a form of self discovery with the potential for great pleasure, connection, personal transformation and most of all, fun!

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Jun 082014
 

 

man suit spanking caning scene 1Sneak peek into a real life scene with professional spanking and discipline switch and spankee Artemisia de Vine.  Normally she dishes out the cane strokes but this time the tables are turned and she has to submit…

Bent over in this position, I could peer through my plump thighs and see his shiny black shoes peeking out from the hem of his impeccably pressed trousers… a part of his three-piece suit.   I could also see the cane he held firmly in his hand.  I felt a surge of fear and excitement.

artemisia sydney spankee bottom cane logoI had been elegantly dressed for an evening out but instead I now found myself in a very compromising position.  I was bent over the table with my dress hiked up to my waist exposing my panties.   The tastefully seductive ones I save for special occasions that match my stay up stockings.

He stood there silent, letting me feel the moment.  My heart racing and my cheeks red with the embarrassment at being treated in such a humiliating way.  I felt indignant but part of me was reluctantly thrilled.  Spinning on such a cocktail of warring emotions I felt so alive…  Every moment a sip of eternity… My full being alert and wondering what would happen next.

After what seemed an age, he leaned down over me.  I could feel his masculine body pressing against mine…The crispness of his suit against my skin…  his breath against my neck.

“I want you to be a good girl and hold that position while I spank your bottom until its very sore and red,”  he whispered, every word quietly authoritative and deliberate.  “Then I am going to cane you.  You cannot get out of the cane.  Those searing welts will bite into your flesh.  However, how many strokes you get depends on how well you take my spanking, do you understand?”

I gulped, knowing I was about to experience pain.  Fear and embarrassment surged through me but also a desire to please him.  To take it well.  Just because he wanted me to…

“Do you understand?” he repeated sternly.

I forced the words out my throat,  “Yess, yes Sir”.

******

Snippet from a real life switch, spanking and discipline play scene where the tables were turned and I had to submit to what I normally dish out…   What would you do in his situation?  What would you do in mine?

If this sort of play appeals to you read about sessions available here…  

I know, I know, that was a terrible tease wasn’t it!  Here is a full domesstic discipline spanking and caning story I wrote about Paul who is punished by his sister in law for taking his wife for granted.