Jan 312017
 

Artemisia de Vine Sydney Mistress Goddess obey bright CKThe wheel is turning and I am about to have another birthday, February 8th.  I am truly enjoying being a ripe woman in her power.

While it is not at all expected, some of my slaves, submissive and pets like to spoil their Mistress and have asked for my wishlist.  I have put together a few ideas, some expensive and others not at all.  Here is how to make me feel delighted and special on my birthday.

 

 

 
scroll and quillFree Option! Write an email of appreciation, reflecting on our journey into kink together.  I love to hear all about it how our play together affects you and ripples out into your life.
I also love poetry, artwork and music you have created for me.
I am also touched by homemade BDSM toys and flowers (bought or hand picked).

 

 

glasshouse-fragrances_350g_candle_sistine_chapel_gold_frankincense_and_myrrh.1463353529Glasshouse candles from David Jones fill my whole house with divine scent!  You pretty much can’t go wrong with any of these scents but I do really like the Gold Frankincense and Myrrh one.

 

 

 

loversNorman Lindsay Prints.  Basically if it has a powerful, sexual woman in it, and it is by Norman Lindsay, you can’t go wrong. Even better if it is ornately framed.  If you can get the one featured here in the thumbnail then I shall definitely be over the moon.  It is called The Lovers. However, there are honestly so many I love…

 

 

whiskey decanterGood quality peaty (smokey flavoured) whiskey.  Here are some suggestions.  I am also quite fond a beautiful decanter and hope to collect a few for my drinks trolley.

 

 

 

Satisfyer Pro 2 - Larger 3The satisfier Pro 2: I am forever investing in toys and equipment to explore your bodies with, how about you invest in some that are purely for my pleasure?

 

 

 

magic wand atttahcmentOr how about this magic wand attachment 

 

 
labia spreaderOr this Oral Enhancing Hands-Free Labia Spreader?

 

 

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I also have my eye on this big shiny black cock to ad to my collection.

 
rubber hoodThis rubber hood with breathplay features really appeals to me.  Ooh I could have a lot of fun with this on my subs!

 

 

mbh017_extreme_piss_gag_hoodOr this extreme piss play rubber hood.  Forces your mouth open for whatever I wish to feed you…

 

 

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Tens Unit and Electro Play Attachments   I have resisted electric play for years and now I finally have decided I am curious enough to explore it.  Lots of interesting attachments to try out!  

 

 

 

bed for a queenThis bed fit for a queen.  Dark brown version.  I am sure you can imagine the bondage possibilities this elegant piece would enable me to enjoy.  I would change the curtains to rich tapestry red of course.

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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Dec 132016
 

artemisia-de-vine-prAs part of the sexological bodyworkers collective, I am presenting a workshop on Embodying Sexual Fantasy in the Educational Erotica weekend held in Sydney this coming February 18-19.

Twelve of Australia’s leading sex educators are gathering for a unique weekend of the most practical, interesting and concept shifting sex ed on offer – artfully facilitated with heart, humour, wisdom and fun.

Presenters and Weekend schedule Here 

Tickets Here:  Early bird is available until Dec 20 if you are looking to buy a Christmas gift for a loved one that will bring you closer together.

Embodying Sexual Fantasy Workshop with Artemisia de Vine

This workshop takes a closer look at the role of sexual fantasy and asks the questions, what happens when we create an intentional relationship with our fantasy selves?  What happens when we hear the inner voice that is speaking to us through our fantasies?

This is a chance to explore how things shift when we move our sexual fantasies from the head, into the body through consensual, embodied play scenes, based on the recurring emotional themes that emerge.

From enjoying imagining certain body parts, to imagining what it would be like to have sex with a certain person right through to elaborate, sometimes taboo, storylines, most people engage with sexual fantasy. Sometimes these fantasies can seem to go against the grain of our own moral compass bringing about inner conflict and confusion.

With a playful, compassionate, curiosity, I will guide us into peeking under the hood of our sexual fantasies. It is a good beginning for those interested in exploring the hidden corners of our sexual psyche and turning our fantasies into our allies.

Note: Even though I am a professional dominatrix, this is a workshop on sexual fantasy, not on BDSM/kink as such. BDSM themes may come up but equally so may sexual fantasies of any kind. Clothes remain on in this workshop and while we do have a chance to engage in embodied learning, we will not be engaging in sexual activities. You are invited to participate only at the level you choose to at any given time.

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine BDSM CKBio: Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based, professional Dominatrix and switch who specialises in BDSM with awareness. Her expertise extends beyond BDSM as she is a devoted student of the erotic arts from the sensual to kinky edge play.

She is passionate about tuning into the unique erotic wiring of each individual she plays with to create imaginative scenes relevant to their personal journey.

She loves to explore the erotic psyche in relation to the Mysteries of Existence and engages play styles that asks just what fabulous madness is possible when we peak under the covers of civilised behaviour and nudge our boundaries.

She accesses all the aspects of human nature normally forbidden to us in everyday life, like humiliation, shame, fear, cruelty and power but does so from a place of compassion, consciousness and intension for the holistic well-being of all involved.

She is at heart, interested in exploring the ways in which owning our suppressed side can make us whole and how creating an intentional relationship with sexual fantasies can lead us home to ourselves.

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Sep 112016
 
Mistress Artemisia de Vine

Mistress Artemisia de Vine

I do love getting a parcel with new kinky goodies.  There is something so exciting about opening a package and getting to test out a new piece of equipment.  This week I received one of Mr Martin’s  PM leather hand-made hobble belts.  That is, an attractive leather belt you can wear every day, that double as restraints.  Very handy!

Being a big fan of brown leather, I asked for a brown version of the standard black hobble with stainless steel squares.   I am yet to test out the restraint part on anyone other than myself but I do like the look of it on my waist.  It is also easy to clip on my favorite impact play toys if I want to wear it to a play party.

The pictures of the lovely ladies being restrained are from PMleather’s site.

Full, disclosure, I did get this product for free because Mr Martin was hoping I would write about it.  However, I was under no obligation to do so.  I decided to mention it because I am happy with it.  If anyone else would like me to blog about their products, you are also welcome to send me free samples but be warned, I will be honest in my opinions.

Sep 102016
 

The below spanking story is written by professional disciplinarian & switch spankee, Artemisia de Vine and contains: Bare Bottom spanking & caning as well as a double figging, embarrassment, humiliation, assumed patriarchal family roles and eroticised sexist concepts.  Irene teaches her half sister Ella a lesson in lady-like behaviour.  Pictures are of professional Mistress Electra Amore and Switch Artemisia de Vine role playing Irene and Ella.

 

 

Irene’s back was stiff with cold formality and her silver soup spoon clanked a little louder than it needed to against the delicate china bowl. Little droplets of creamy butternut splashed onto the pristine white table-cloth.   Oblivious, her new boyfriend, Harold, continued to sneak glances at Ella’s ample cleavage across the table.

“Interesting choice of frock for a family dinner, sister dear,”  said Irene with a deceptive causal tone.  “Wherever did you get it?”

“Yes it was a great find!” replied Ella, purposely ignoring the hint of venom in Irene’s polite sentiments.  “I got it on sale at that cute little boutique near the old Princess Theatre.  It was the last one left and fits like a glove.”

“Shame they didn’t have any other sizes left.  Perhaps one size up would have been a little more modest.”  said Irene through a fixed smile that did not reach her eyes.

Ella’s sweetly plump face reddened in recognition of her half-sister’s mood.  Her nostrils flared slightly.

Of course taunting Ella had the opposite effect that Irene wanted as now all eyes focused squarely on Ella’s milky bosom threatening to spill out of her low-cut black V-neck with every indignant breath.  To make things worse, an attractive blush blossomed on her chest and cheeks.

“It’s a perfect fit,” said Harold appreciatively, “Very nice indeed”.

restaurant set

restaurant set

There was an uncomfortable adjusting of pearl necklaces and shuffling in seats as the rest of the extended family felt the ripple of tension. Uncle Victor, the religious one in the family, was clearly the most uncomfortable and his bulbous red nose, twitched in disapproval.  Only cousin Jack remained laid back in his chair and looked amused at the show.

Aunt Rachel, a prim, grey haired lady of social graces and an ever-present urge to play peace maker, coughed delicately and interjected, “Irene tells me you have a yacht and are going to spend the summer sailing the Greek Islands, Harold.”

“Yes!” boomed Harold magnanimously, “I was going to announce that after dessert.  You are welcome to join us.  You too, Ella,”   He grinned, returning his attention back to his girlfriend’s half sister.

“Really!  I’ve always wanted to go.  That would be lovely!”  beamed Ella.  Her mind filled with visions of bikini clad sun baking and cocktails on the deck.  While she came from a family of money, she did not have a lot of her own so this was a wonderful opportunity.

spilt-red-wineThere was a clunk and crash as Irene’s wine glass fell to the floor, spraying velvety shiraz down her cream shirt and all over the rich oranges and earthy tones of the Persian rug.

“Oh dear!” she tutted, feathers clearly ruffled.  Her hands trembled slightly as she brushed at the stain, but she only succeeded in smearing the wine further.

“Are you alright my dear?”  Harold asked, suddenly reverting to attentive boyfriend.  There was much fussing and concern for Irene but no one lifted a finger in a practical sense.  Ella thought, not for the first time, that should her family suddenly have to look after themselves, evolution would simply wipe them out.  Their survival skills revolved around how to best hire someone else to do the work for them.

Miss Brown, the family housekeeper, rushed forward with a dust pan and began cleaning up the mess with starched efficiency.

“How clumsy of me!”  muttered Irene, “Please do excuse me while I go change.  Ella, would you be so kind as to give me a hand?”

“Of course!”  replied, Ella, hiding the foreboding she felt welling up in her stomach.  She knew how jealous Irene became if she wasn’t the centre of her lover’s attention.

They had this sibling rivalry since they were teenagers and it still flared up now they were in their thirties.  Irene was a brunette with a perfect hourglass figure and the air of a well-bred lady.  Plump hips, curving into a small waste and flaring back out again to large shapely breasts.  The sort of breasts that hung like fruit on the tree of temptation, thought Ella, with a  flash of her own jealousy.  Irene had the kind of curves that caught the eye of most men and was used to receiving admiring attention.  Surely she could share a little harmless admiration here and there?

Ella was all blonde curls and dimples and was the larger of the two ladies.  Larger curves meant larger breasts.  Ridiculously large.  Her figure may not be quite as perfect an hour-glass but she made up for that with her excessive cleavage.

As soon as the two women were through the hall and out of ear shot, Irene grabbed Ella by the arm and guided her firmly down the hall.  “What do you think you are doing?” hissed Irene.  “If Daddy were here you wouldn’t dare wear such a dress to a family dinner!

“What are you talking about, it’s not that bad! Let go! You are hurting my arm!”

Irene flashed an angry look at her sister but kept her back in perfectly dignified pose as she continued to stride purposefully towards her own quarters.  She didn’t say another word.  Ella didn’t know what was more disconcerting, the fuming silence or the pain in her arm as Irene’s grip tightened.

Finally, Irene relinquished her hold in order to push open the heavy wooden door of her room, revealing luscious cream rugs and a four-poster bed.

“Honestly Ella, I can’t believe you still haven’t grown up!” scolded Irene as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing an electric blue satin balconette bra that framed her own assets to beautiful  advantage. “It is completely inappropriate for you to wear something like that to dinner.”

“Really Irene, I don’t know why you worry so much.  Harold loves you, he was just having a little peek.  Men do that, they can’t help themselves.”

“You always do this!  You down play the havoc you cause with your immodest dress.  Did you see how uncomfortable poor uncle Victor was!”  She said unzipping her navy linen skirt and letting it pool around her ankles to reveal matching blue satin knickers and a suspender belt holding up seamed stockings.

“I see you have romantic plans for the evening,” Ella teased, “Perhaps tonight’s entertainment will turn out to be good for you after all.  It may bring out the passion in old Harold.”

Refusing to rise to the bait, Irene strode over her to her carved, rosewood wardrobe and selected a simple, elegant, black dress.   She pulled it up over her ripe round bottom and straightened the snug fit around her tiny waist.

“Come here and give me a hand with the zip will you?”

Ella did as she was asked but showed no signs of apology.

Irene’s face was once again the picture of perfect calm as she smoothed her hair and adjusted her earrings in the mirror.  She contemplated Ella in the reflection over her shoulder.

“So think you are coming to the Greek Islands with me this summer do you?”  she asked dangerously calm.

Ella tidied her hair nervously. She recognised that tone and knew her sister was up to something.

“Well yes!” A hint of uncertainty and defensiveness coloured her voice.  “Harold has invited me directly,  you heard.  You know how much I have always wanted to go.”

“Hmmm… I think perhaps he may be persuaded to change his mind about that.”

Ella’s eyes widened.  “Come now, there is no need to be like that.  I know you feel a little jealous right now but it will all blow over in a jiffy and Harold will be all over you in a bikini when we get to Greece”.

“Really?  You still haven’t learned have you.  You have no idea how uncomfortable you make everyone when you wear a dress like that!  You are such a child!  If only daddy was still here to bend you over his knee for a spanking like he did when we were young.  Though perhaps if he had of spanked you more often, you would not be so spoiled now.”

“Oh ha ha.  Now you are just being spiteful.”  snorted Ella

“No actually I am quite serious.  I really have had enough of you flirting with my boyfriends.  I have reached the very end of my tether.  You can prove to me that you have learned your lesson and changed, or no Greek Island adventures for you.”

Worried now, Ella paused and fidgeted with a blonde ringlet, trying to think of a way to pacify her sister.

“Look Irene, it really isn’t that big of a deal… “ she began but was cut off by the icy look Irene shot her.

“Alright, I will go and get changed if it bothers you that much.  Though your lovely Harold may wonder why both of us got changed when wine was only spilled on your blouse.”

“No it is too late for that.  I really want proof you’ve changed.  I can’t have you bouncing those breasts of yours all around the Aegean if I can’t trust that you’ve truly learned your lesson.  You will have to satisfy me or miss out on the holiday.”

Ella sighed impatiently, “Ok fine.  What is it you want me to do?”

A brief smile flashed across Irene’s face.  She could see several moves ahead in this game of chess and could take her sweet time.  Ella had no idea she had already lost.

“I want to give you the spanking you deserve.  If you are going to be so childish, I am going to treat you like a child and give you a sound spanking just like daddy would have.”

Ella just scoffed dismissively.

Irene did not smile.  She stood there, dignified, with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh I am perfectly serious sister dear.  What is more, you will take whatever punishment I choose to dish out until I am satisfied that you have learned your lesson.  That, or miss out on the holiday.  It is up to you.”

Ella’s smile faded as it began to dawn on her that her sister was not messing about.

“You are not serious!”  protested Ella clinging to denial.  “You know how much I want to come on holidays with you!”

Ella begged and pleaded but Irene would not be moved.  It was a sound spanking or no Greece.  Seeing that her only hope of bathing in sun bedazzled water and flirting with shirtless sailors, was to get back on Irene’s good side, she reasoned to herself that a spanking would be over very quickly, but a holiday would last all summer…

Still not really believing she was doing this, Ella said, “So you will be happy with a spanking?  That will sort your mood out and we can all get on with having a lovely time?”

“A proper spanking and suitable punishment until I am satisfied you have truly learned your lesson,” Irene repeated.

“Ok fine, if it will get you out of this sour mood!” conceded Ella rolling her eyes.

irenes-dresserA slight smile curled the corner of Irene’s mouth as she re-applied her frosted berry lipstick in the dresser mirror.  She was silent as she dabbed a little perfume on both wrists and then, taking her time, turned around.  Leaning back on the dresser’s edge, she contemplated her half-sister.  After several weighted moments she reached a conclusion and pronounced it in definite tones, “Go into Daddy’s office and assume the position he used to insist on.  Wait for me there.”

Ella laughed nervously.  “Are you serious?”

Irene replied serenely, “I couldn’t be more serious sister dear.  I am fed up and now I am going to do what should have been done a long time ago.  Go now and wait for me.”  She turned back to the mirror as though Ella’s obedience was an unarguable certainty.

Ella paused but the thought of being left behind while everyone sent postcards from her dream holiday irked her too much.  Besides, it couldn’t be too bad.  The spanking would have to be over quickly she repeated to herself, or else everyone at the dinner table would wonder what had happened to them.  They would not start the next course until both women returned.  Yes, just a quick spanking and it will all be over. As ridiculous as this is, I shall just play along and let Irene have her little power play.  She will feel better soon. Then we can all get on with the fun.”  She slipped out the door and down the hall, red satin slippers silent on thick carpets.

As with all these old houses, artwork hung on the walls with candlesticks and vases on elegantly carved side tables were dispersed at intervals.  She passed a portrait of daddy and glanced up.  He was Irene’s daddy too. How formal and stern he looked in this painting!  His temples greying against his dark curly hair and neatly trimmed beard. Oh how she missed him!  He was such a strong, supportive presence in their lives.  True, he had occasionally had to discipline both girls, and their brother Freddie too, but he had only ever done so for their own good.

Ella rubbed her bottom unconsciously as she remembered being bent over his study chair.  “Irene is right”, she thought, “Daddy wouldn’t be pleased with me wearing this dress.  I guess I hadn’t thought it all the way through…. Still, he is gone now and I am a grown woman.  Besides it was harmless really.  All men look! I can’t help it if I am well endowed”.

office-book-caseShe wandered further down the hall until she reached the brass door handle of daddy’s office.  She hadn’t been in there in years.  As the door creaked open she let out a little gasp.  It was all exactly as he had left it!

His heavy wooden desk dominated the room with it’s carved lion paw legs and leather banker’s top.  A large ornately framed mirror hung on the wall behind his high-backed brown leather chair.  Surrounded on both sides of the mirror were floor to ceiling bookcases full of all her father’s favourites.

Ella kicked her shoes off and sunk her toes into the rug.  Wow, just coming back in here made her feel like a young girl again.  She spun slowly taking it all in. Lamps, maps and oddities her father had picked up on his travels filled every available surface.  Another mirror leaned against the wall by the door. She remembered her father telling her it was too large to hang.  When she was young, she never thought to question why a man would want so many mirrors in his study but now she was older, it struck her as a little odd.

But then she saw the red velvet armchair and forgot all about it.  It was the chair that her long-dead mother used to sit and read in and Daddy had never had the heart to remove it. He had long imaginary conversations with her memory even well after he re-married.  Perhaps he even discussed how to raise her, mused Ella.  But this chair also had another history…

Daddy had spanked his offspring in different positions depending on the severity of the misdemeanour.  If he was giving them a hand spanking for something naughty but not too bad, he would bend them over his knee.  If the crime warranted a bigger swing than was possible sitting down, he had them lean on their elbows on the red velvet armchair raising their bottoms high to make an easy target.  If they were really bad, they had to bend over the desk so their full weight was supported should their knees buckle.

Ella had never been made to bend over the desk but she remembered watching red-faced Freddie bent over it as he received the strap followed by the cane on the day he crashed his mother’s car.  The whole family had been marched in to witness his disgrace and he had been made to lower his pants in front of them all!

Ella shuddered remembering how sore his bottom had looked after that sound thrashing!

Suddenly the door creaked open behind her.  She hadn’t heard Irene walking down the hall across those thick carpets.

“You aren’t taking this seriously at all are you!” She tutted severely as she swung the door open.  “I told you to assume the position and here you are daydreaming!  You are only going to make this worse on yourself you know.”

“Fine!” retorted Ella, rebellion warring with desire to make peace and get it over with.   She strode over to the red armchair with exaggerated fawning obedience and bent over, leaning on her elbows for support like she had as a young girl.  “Yes Ma’am!”

Irene was silent.  She didn’t say a word or make a move to come closer.  Ella began to feel awkward, and a burn of embarrassment rise in her cheeks.  She felt silly bent over in front of her grown sister but stubbornly refused to turn around and see what Irene was doing.

Still the silence continued.  A soundless battle of wills.  Both women determined not to let the other get the upper hand.

Eventually Irene spoke.  “I don’t think you should be afforded the protection of that dress, sister dear” she said with quiet confidence.  “It will only serve to lessen the sting.  No it will have to be lifted out of the way”.  Before, Ella could protest, she stepped forward and swiftly raised the hem of Ella’s offending dress, sliding it up over her round bottom and folding it neatly on her waist.

Ella tensed, shocked, but was determined not to give Irene any more satisfaction than necessary.  She didn’t know how to respond.  Her mind raced.  Here she was a grown woman,  nearly forty years old and her little sister was determined to make this punishment as humiliating as possible by lifting her dress and exposing her knickers!  Frantically, she tried to remember what underwear she had thoughtlessly put on that morning.

Irene stood back and admired the effect her action had on her sister. She had noticed Ella’s quickened breath.  Her plump, creamy bottom was framed in full-brief black satin underwear and matching stay up stockings.

“Planning on seducing someone wearing those stockings were we?”  asked Irene with deadly calm.

“No not at all!” Ella exclaimed, realising that her choice of undergarments would ignite Irene’s jealousy all the more.  Especially if she thought she had designs on Harold!

“You really have no shame do you sister?” Irene shook her head, her face the picture of offended modesty.  She tapped her black patent shoes against floor in irritation.

“Well if you insist on having your breasts out for the whole world to see, I don’t see why you shouldn’t also have your bottom exposed.  It seems fitting considering how you got into this mess after all!”

Irene reached out and slipped her thumbs underneath Ella’s underwear  and began to pull them down.

“Are you serious!” croaked a mortified Ella, standing up in horror and wriggling to get away.

“Absolutely!  You keep asking that and I assure you I am serious. It is time you learned the price of your immodesty and since our daddy isn’t here to teach you I shall just have to take you in hand myself.  Now stand still.  I won’t believe you have learned your lesson until you understand the impact your actions have on others and show you are willing to make amends by taking your deserved punishment.

Ella just stood there in disbelief.  Did her sister really want her to bare her bottom!   She stared at her Irene, trying, and failing, to come up with a response.  She gapped but no words came out.  All rebuffs had fled her mind.  It really was a no win situation.

After several tense moments she realised that her only choice was to protest and lose her trip to Greece or obey and get this over with.   Feeling thoroughly embarrassed she painstakingly bent back over the chair, gripped the arm to stop herself from leaping up again and submitted to Irene’s humiliating directions.

Irene made a small sound of victory in her throat and leaned forward in a cloud of musky perfume and self-satisfaction. Again she hooked her thumbs under the elastic and theatrically pulled down her sister’s underwear.  She took her time knowing full well the embarrassment she was stirring in her sibling.  She pulled them down low enough to ensure no modesty remained but then let them bunch neatly.  She was fastidiously neat and always had been.

Then she stood back to enjoy the effect.  She knew she had hit the mark because Ella’s breathing was a short and sharp despite her attempts to hide her shame.  Teaching Ella her lesson was not without its enjoyment.

The bottom before her was a lovely one.  Not the rear of a slender young teenager but rather full, ripe, woman’s buttocks.  Plump, soft and inviting.  Ella’s body rather reminded Irene of renaissance nudes, only with larger breasts.  Somehow the loveliness of Ella’s rear only incense her more. It seemed to Irene that the whiteness of her sister’s skin was crying out to be marked crimson for her unladylike crimes.

“Are you feeling embarrassed Ella?” she asked.

“Well yes, this is a bit unusual!”  replied Ella, attempting to keep her dignity.

“Really! Well now you know how I felt when you humiliated me in front of the entire family with your display, flirting with Harold like that!  Goodness knows what they think of me now!  You really deserve to feel utterly embarrassed by your own behaviour but since you do not seem to have the sense to, I shall make you feel it now as part of your punishment.”

Ella groaned.  She should have known it wouldn’t be as simple as a quick spanking.  Irene was a woman scorned.

Spankee Artemisia de Vine Spanker Electra Amore

Spankee Artemisia de Vine Spanker Electra Amore

And then, without warning, came the first jolting slap.  It surprised all thought from Ella’s mind! Before she could even yelp, the first was followed closely by the staccato ring of five more hard spanks that left her breathless and wriggling to get out of the way.

Irene was business-like in her delivery.  Open handed stings, one after the other.  The shock of it made Ella bounce forward and squeal.  She hadn’t been ready for that!

“Oh hold still, you baby!  That is only child’s play.  I plan on warming your bottom nicely before we rejoin the others.  The more you wriggle about the worse it will be for you. Now get back in position.”  Irene’s voice was all confident command now that she felt in control again.

Ella slumped forward before she could catch herself.  It had hurt a lot more than she remembered but it had been a couple of decades since she had been forced to suffer this indignity.

“If you do not get back in position Ella, I will have to assume you have changed your mind on our deal.”

With reluctant obedience, Ella centred herself, weight resting on her forearms so she could raise her bottom high as she had been taught.  Strange how it all came flooding back… all those instructions on how to hold yourself in the way that was expected by her father.

However that wasn’t good enough for Irene.  She took hold of Ella’s shapely hips and re-positioned her, arching her back even further making Ella feel even more exposed.

“What is more, sister dear,” continued Irene in her patronising voice,  I want to know you appreciate the effort I am taking to bring you back in line… for you own good… and the good of the family.  I want you to demonstrate your gratefulness and thank me after each set of six spanks and politely ask me for more.  If I think you have learned your lesson I will stop.  If not, I will comply with your request and continue to dish out your discipline. Do you understand me?”

Ella realised that she was not going to get out of this with her dignity anywhere near in tact and decided her best plan was doing her utmost to please her sister to make this whole ordeal end as soon as possible.

“Yes Irene” she agreed, trying to keep the sullenness out of her voice.

“Yes ma’am”, you will call me ma’am until this is all over.  After all wasn’t it you who started that with your earlier sarcasm? Besides, you lost your right to be my equal when you jiggled your breasts like bait on a hook in front of my boyfriend.  Like a tramp!  A proper hussy! You weren’t brought up to behave that way now were you?” lectured Irene gaining momentum.

Then without waiting for an answer she began spanking her sister hard.

“One, two, three, four, five, six!”

Ella reeled. She gasped and couldn’t think clearly. She hadn’t expected her sister to be so strong!  She had hardly time to catch her breath when Irene tapped her foot impatiently and demanded, “I’m waiting!”

Ella gritted her teeth.  “Thank you ma’am, may I please have another set of six?”

Oh my she was never going to live this down!  Irene was going to lord it over her all summer now.

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!

Ella’s bottom was really getting hot now!

“Thank you ma’am, may I please have another set of six?”  It was just so grating having to ask for more.  She longed to rub her sore bottom but didn’t dare provoke her sister further.

Irene’s arm showed no sign of tiring as she delivered another round of stinging retribution.  It seemed as though she was going to keep it up all night!  Each slap bit into Ella’s soft flesh, and sent it jiggling.

Several more rounds of this passed and it seemed as though Irene would never be satisfied.  She continued to imprint her no-nonsense lesson into her sister’s flesh until finally, Ella burst out sobbing.  “Please!  I am sorry!  I can’t take any more!  Please, I’ve had enough!”

“There, there!” cooed Irene, rubbing her sister’s sore bottom to comfort it.  “You say you are sorry is that right?”

“Yes I am very sorry!”

“Maam.  Say I am sorry ma’am”.

“I… I am sorry ma’am”  choked Ella between sobs, relieved that the ordeal was over.  Irene’s hands felt so lovely and cool on her sore, swollen bottom.

“But interestingly,” continued Irene, “What I heard is that you only apologised because you wanted the spanking to stop.  Not because you have really learned your lesson at all.”  She paused for effect and let that sink in, then continued,  “I will tell you what.  I will stop spanking you and let you return to the family meal if you agree to continue this punishment after dinner.  That will give you some time to recover and think about your actions.  Perhaps you will form a more genuine apology then.  Otherwise we can just continue with the spanking now.  It is your choice”.

Ella’s poor bottom was so red!  She couldn’t bare the thought of another round of spanking so she reluctantly agreed and stood up to cover herself.

“Oh, and there is one more thing…” said Irene with the air of one springing a trap, “You are to feel the sting of embarrassment that you caused me for the rest of the meal”.

Ella looked around and wiped her tears.  What was this new turn of events?

“Did you know that uncle Victor was telling me the most fascinating story just the other day, continued Irene, fumbling around in her handbag.  “Do you know what they used to do to young girls caught in inappropriate self… er… young ladies with promiscuous inclinations shall we say… back in Victorian times?”

“Er no…”  said Ella nervously.

ginger-figging-spanking-ck“They were quite clever, our forebears.  They had to train inappropriate behaviour out of the young ladies and they had just the method to do it.  They used these!”  she said reaching into her tan leather handbag and producing something wrapped in a handkerchief.  She began unwrapping it to reveal a yellowish tan object.

Ella leaned closer for a better look.  At first she wasn’t sure what she was looking at and then she caught its scent.

“Is that ginger?”  she asked puzzled.

“Yes my dear, it is indeed.  I have taken the time to skin it and carve it into a suitable plug shape especially for you”.

“What are you going to do with it?” asked Ella eyes growing wide with suspicion.

“Why I am going to do just what our ancestors did when a woman behaved like a little hussy.  Have you heard of figging my dear sister? If you think with your lady parts, then I shall teach you not to.  Now bend over”.

“What!”  spluttered Ella.

“You heard me.  Bend over.  Unless of course you would prefer me to continue spanking you?  We have been gone some time now and someone is sure to come looking for us.  Imagine if it is uncle Victor who opens the door to the site of your bare bottom.  You will have to explain to him exactly why you are in this predicament.  Would you prefer that?”

Ella was horrified!

“If it is cousin Jack they send to fetch us, I doubt he will keep his mouth shut.  He will find the whole thing terribly amusing!”

“Ok, ok!”  Ella agreed in desperation, “I’ll do it!”  Her whole face rivaled tomatoes for redness, as she bent back over.  Even her ears burned crimson to match her bottom.

inserting-ginger-figgging-sydney-spankee-ck“That’s right dear, now arch your back so I have a good view of that bottom of yours.  Stand with your feet a foot apart. Quick smart!”  Irene clapped her hands smartly.

Disbelievingly, Ella obeyed.  She had gone through too much now to miss out on Greece.  If she did not commit to the ordeal until the end, all she had already suffered would be for nothing.  She had to submit to her jealous sister’s retribution.

Something cold, hard and moist slid up her thigh and between her legs.  Her sister’s warm fingers spread her gently but firmly open and she felt the tip of the ginger nestling against her lady parts.  Irene made sure to get ginger juice everywhere sensitive before gently pushing the root inside her sister.  She pushed it in deep but left the flared based on the outside for easy removal.  This method also ensured the ginger juices would rub against the most sensitive area near the opening.

“Stay there, I am not quite done.” commanded Irene.  Ella groaned.  What now?

She felt a second ginger root plug against her buttocks.  Where had that come from?

Irene slipped a knee between Ella’s thighs,  and use it to push them further apart.  Once Irene was happy that Ella’s position made her nicely open and available, she spread her buttocks without preamble. “Now remember you brought this on yourself sister dear” Irene smirked, as she began to roll the tip of the ginger root around Ella’s alarmed pucker.  Taking her time to work her sister’s hole open, she slowly inserted the second root in her bottom.  Two roots!

Ella couldn’t quite believe what was happening! It didn’t seem real. She felt so full and uncomfortable!

Reverting back to business-like efficiency, Irene pulled Ella’s underwear up over her smarting bottom and gave her buttock one last satisfied slap.

“If you are to prove that you are genuinely sorry, you will make recompense by wearing those ginger plugs for the rest of the meal.  Each time you feel them, you will remember that the shame of it is a reminder of the humiliation you put me through earlier.  The sensation of the roots will remind you to check your behaviour and ensure it is ladylike and modest.  However, you are not to change out of that dress!  You are to wear your bosom out for all to see for the rest of the meal, knowing what a disgrace you are.  You wanted to put yourself on display after all…”

Ella stood up slowly.  She felt the rough fibres of the ginger root nestled inside her.  It was a strange, hard feeling.  Even more disconcerting was that a part of her felt pleasure against her will.  Still she couldn’t believe her sister would do this to her!  It felt so invasive!

“Come now, we must get back.”  Irene grasped Ella by the arm and pushed her out into the hall in front of her so she could enjoy watching her sister trying to walk normally down the long hall towards the dining room.

corridorElla stumbled, straightened and then stepped carefully, keeping her back erect.  She tried walking one way, and then another but nothing seemed to make the alien objects feel any less intrusive.  One painstaking step after the other…  Try as she might, she couldn’t quite achieve a normal gate.

Irene laughed quietly.  “ Quickly now, they will be wondering where we have got to!”

Just as they walked through the entrance of the dining room, the burning sensation began.  Ella stumbled a little as stinging heat began to pulse in her most delicate of areas and her face blushed full sunset crimson.  Oh what was this new hell?  She longed to rub herself to get some relief.  She half turned to duck back into the hall.

“There you two are!” bellowed Harold in his American accent.  “We were about to send out a search party!”  The whole table turned to witness the two women’s entrance.  Ella felt their eyes burning into her.  She had never felt so naked!   With her bottom smarting and her privates on fire she was sure they all knew!  She was suddenly aware of how little her dress actually covered.

“Are you ok Ella dear?” asked her step mother, sounding concerned.  “You look rather unwell.”

Irene leaned in and hissed in Ella’s ear.  “You are to stay the whole meal and then meet me in daddy’s office afterwards for your finale or the deal is off.”
“No I’m fine, really.”  Ella unconvincingly replied to her step mother.  “Please I am fine.  Don’t let me hold you all up any longer.  Let’s begin the next course.”

She felt as though the distance to the dining table had suddenly extended to the length of a foot ball field.  She was sure that everyone could tell she was walking strangely and each awkward step seemed an exercise in slow motion humiliation.  Worse, she couldn’t hurry because each movement made more ginger juice release and mingled with her own natural juices, trickle down into every fold and crevice. Each sway of her hip as she walked made the burn became so much more intense.

Finally, after what seemed an age,  she reached her destination.  However, instead of relief she face a new ordeal.  She winced as she sat down on the hard chair.  Both her sore bottom and the movement of the slightly protruding ginger plugs reminded her rudely of her predicament.  She experimented, rocking backwards and forwards trying to find a comfortable position but it was no good.  As soon as one area got some relief, the other area experienced more pressure.   It took all her self control not to wriggle and fidget as another wave of burning ginger juice took effect.

Irene’s mood was utterly transformed from earlier.  She played the lady, all full of graciousness and banter, talking to all the guests.  No one would have guessed what had passed between the sister’s only moment before.  Or perhaps this marked change in both women would mean they did suspect… did they?  Ella blushed again hoping they did not.

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She sat miserably at the table feeling terribly exposed.  She became ever so aware of her under-covered bosom just as Irene predicted.  She blushed whenever anyone spoke to her and was so polite and demur that Harold loudly exclaimed he thought her a different person to the sister-in-law-to-be he had been bantering with only twenty minutes before.  He had such a loud voice and kept drawing the attention of the whole gathering back to Ella over and over again.  However instead of enjoying it this time, she cringed and tried to deflect the attention back to her sister.

Irene’s eyes glittered with amusement as she watched Ella squirm under the attention she had previously enjoyed so much.  Despite this sign of Irene’s appeasement, each time Harold’s eyes lingered a split second longer than they should on Ella’s cleavage, Ella sense of dread increased.  What would happen to her when she was next alone in daddy’s study with Irene?

Ella’s senses were heightened and she became sensitive to everything around her.  Everything her family said seemed to be an accusation in disguise.  The meal dragged on.  Several people asked for second helpings of quail and asparagus, drawing out the process even longer.  Ella couldn’t concentrate and left her own meal hardly touched.

The worst of it was when Uncle Victor, the insufferable, self righteous, religious one of the family, leaned in close to her and began talking to her about the sermon he had particularly enjoyed last Sunday.  It was terribly confusing to have burning and, well, confusing feelings in her lady parts while her uncle was talking about the bible to her!

bible-smiteOh how he droned on, his eyes boring into her intensely!  His yellow teeth obliviously chattering a condemnation of her sins. Or at least that is what it seemed like to poor Ella but he couldn’t really know.   Could he?

“It isn’t in fashion to preach from the old testament any more but I find comfort in the clarity severity brings don’t you?”  He asked without waiting for an answer.  “The God of the old testament was much more decisive!  If one strayed from the path, He wasn’t afraid to send them swift and just retribution to bring them back in line.  He wasn’t caught in any namby pamby political correctness!  The Almighty is the very definition of justice!”

Did he know?  No! No? Of course he didn’t.  Did he?

Irene took perverse delight in asking Ella to pass her various things.  Usually directly after Harold had paid a little too much attention to Ella.  Irene deliberately chose objects that required Ella to lean forward and stretch out in order to comply.  This had the unpleasant effect of rocking the protruding parts of the ginger against the chair and starting another round of burning as more juice was released.  Ella was forced to smile politely at her sister as she passed her one object or another, all the while feeling a renewed alarming sensations in her nether regions.  Irene maintained piercing eye contact as she leaned back forcing Ella to lean ever further forward in order to achieve her task of passing the salt or sauce.

Finally, dessert was brought out and placed in front of each member of the family.  Baked pears with almonds and… “What is that lovely spicy flavour I detect Miss Brown?” asked cousin Jack.

pears“Cinnamon and ginger,”  she replied amicably.

This was just too much for poor Ella to bear.  She dropped her spoon with a loud clatter and it sprayed ginger covered pear juice all over the tablecloth before it clanged loudly to the floor.  This is the second time that evening that the carpets suffered new marks.

Of course, all the noisy fuss meant all eyes turned to Ella again and she was forced to struggle to keep her composure as she bent down to pick up the slippery silverware from the ground.  She wished the earth wold swallow her whole! The position she was forced to get in to reach for her spoon really did make certain hidden objects notably uncomfortable and she couldn’t help a small grunting moan escape her lips.  She felt sure she would die of shame right there.  With the private parts pulsing alarmingly and all eyes boring into her… Irene was stifling a laugh in her napkin…

Would it ever end?

Eventually it did. The last spoon scraped across the delicate china ware and the last morsel of desert was licked from the corner of aunt Rachel’s mouth.  The family began pushing back their chairs and moving away from the table.

Irene came around behind Ella and whispered in her ear.  “I think it is time for you to retire to the office.  I shall be a bit longer of course.  This time I expect you to assume the position properly.  Lean over the desk this time.  Expose your bottom in preparation for me and wait.”

Ella’s stomach sunk.  The desk!  That meant Irene had saved the worst till last.  She didn’t know if she could take anymore!  However, if she didn’t go through with it till the very end, all she had suffered would be for naught.  It seemed the further she got into this mess, the more committed she became to getting through till the end.  She couldn’t go back now.

Far more contritely, than her earlier brash self, she whispered quietly, “Yes Irene”.

“Yes who?” asked Irene with a meaningful eyebrow raise.

Ella’s heart skipped a beat.  Every one seemed busy talking amongst themselves and not paying attention, but what if someone overheard?  Still she didn’t dare refuse.

“Yes Maam”.  She said, madly blushing.

“Much better”.

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Artemisia de Vine

Artemisia de Vine

As soon as Ella was alone she rubbed her poor burning parts.  How she had longed to all meal but hadn’t been able to.  The burning had settled down now but the uncomfortable roots remained in place, reminding her of their offensive effects.

This time, she did not dawdle.  She went straight to her father’s large wooden desk and leaned across it.  The cool leather felt soothing against her breasts.

As she reached down to lift her own skirts as per her instructions, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror behind the desk.  In the reflection was also the large mirror behind her on the wall.  She was horrified to realised she could see herself from every humiliating angle.

Had her father done this deliberately?  How strange!

Still, unwilling to give Irene more ammunition, she hurriedly lifted her dress and lowered her underwear.  The little knobs of ginger protruded rudely but stayed in place.

And she waited… this time Irene was in no hurry.  Ella was left to look at herself in this humiliating position in all the mirrors and consider what had gotten her into this situation.

From this angle she could see that yes she really was exposing a dangerous amount of bosom.  When she leaned over like this, they very nearly fell right out!  She was unable to look away herself and had to concede that yes it was a rather distracting thing to wear to a family dinner.  No wonder Harold had been unable to stop peeking at her!

Still, she waited.  Her bottom exposed to the door.  Should anyone but Irene walk in she would but thoroughly humiliated indeed!

Finally she heard voices in the corridor.  It was Irene and who was that she was talking to?  She heard low talking and then loudly, “Ok good night dear!  I will be with you shortly.  I just have one last thing to finish up before I come to bed”.

Then in she walked.  Her eyes caught Ella’s in the reflection and held them like a spotlight…. Irene was fully exposed to her sister and felt about an inch tall.  She could not get away from that all seeing gaze.

Instead of walking in and closing the door behind her, Irene leaned against the door frame with one hand hiding something behind her back.   The effect sent panic through Ella.  Although no one was in the hall, anyone could wander by at any time… yet Irene seem unconcerned.

“And what have we learned this evening Ella?” She asked with disconcerting confidence, making no attempt to keep her voice down.  We will be going ahead with this next phase of discipline no matter how well you apologise but I hope you have had a very good think about your behaviour and have prepared a suitable apology because the severity of your next punishment depends entirely on how convinced I am.”

With that, she produced a cane from behind her back and flexed it suggestively.

“ The cane!  I have never been caned before!  Where on earth did you get a cane from?”

“From me,” said a male voice as another figure stepped through the door.  It was uncle Victor clothed in religious zeal, twitching nose radiating judgement!

His eyes darted down as he took in the full picture before him.  “Hmmm… quite the spectacle!  But then again you are used to making a spectacle of yourself aren’t you my dear.”  He said without emotion.

Ella felt a wave of humiliation rise like fire through her whole body.  Her hands automatically darted to pull down her dress and cover herself.

Electra Amore roleplays Irene & Artemisia de Vine play Ella

Electra Amore roleplays Irene & Artemisia de Vine play Ella

“Don’t you dare move sister!” warned Irene darting forward and placing the tip of the cane under Ella’s chin.

“Uncle Victor is daddy’s brother and since daddy can’t be here to pull you in line, I have had a good talk with Uncle Victor.  He too had noticed your outrageous behaviour of late and agreed something needed to be done about it.  You will stay in this position and be witnessed in your disgrace.
“It is my duty, of course, to preserve the harmony in this family as far as possible now that my brother has gone.  When Irene talked of your ongoing problematic behaviour earlier this week, we came up with a plan.”

“He had known!”  thought Ella,  “That hateful man!  Oh how Irene must be loving this!  She knows how much Uncle Victor gets under my skin.”

And then out loud, “Wait a minute! You planned this?  Earlier this week?!”

“Yes sister, we did.  Tonight is not a one off.  Your behaviour has been unacceptable for some time.  We knew that it would only be a matter of time before you did something we could make an example of.”

Electra roleplays Irene telling off Ella (Artemisia)

Electra roleplays Irene telling off Ella (Artemisia)

Ella fumed!  She had been tricked into this!  Yet she didn’t dare move.  There she was, bent over and exposed with the ginger roots effectively nailing her to the desk… the very punishment uncle Victor had told Irene about! Yet she dared not stand up.  She had come too far now.  She felt weak in the knees and grasped the edge of the desk with white knuckled desperation.

“Yes, while I am the man of this house now that your father is gone, it would have been inappropriate for me to administer this particular punishment.  We had to arrange it so that your sister would be the one to perform that little procedure.”

He continued, “Your grandfather used to dish out discipline to your father and I when we were growing up and it did us the world of good.  He was a strong believer that physical pain was not enough of a deterrent on its own.  He believed that a punishment should also be embarrassing in order to be effective and should suit the nature of the misdemeanour or character flaw.  Your flaw, is flaunting and mis-using your womanly wiles so this is the most appropriate way to purge you of this habit.  Your father was too lenient on you after your mother died Ella, and it shows.  I am here to make up for that lack.  I hope tonight’s demonstration has hit the mark.

Now, for your apology.  I am here to witness and decide the severity of your caning depending on how convinced we are that you have learned your lesson.”

Ella gulped.  She could see herself in all the mirrors and multiple reflections of her relatives too.  It seemed that the room was full of jealous sisters and looming religious zealot uncles, all witnessing her disgrace.  Fractal accusations of her character.  She had better make this good.

“I hadn’t realised that I had been causing such a problem!  It all seemed harmless to me but I see now that I have been selfish.  I have created distance between you and Harold, Irene, and for that I am sorry. I shall be much more considerate in future”.

Her words were met with silence.

“I really am sorry”.  She added hastily and was surprised to find she meant it.  “I was childish and inappropriate”.

After a little more silence, her uncle finally spoke.  “Do you agree that you caused pain to your sister and deserve to feel pain in return?

“Yes I suppose that is true.  Yes I do deserve to receive the cane.  The pain of losing Harold would have been far worse than canes.  I will accept my punishment.”

Irene nodded triumphantly.

“Six of the best and we will say no more of it,” pronounced uncle Victor.  He fully entered the room and finally shut the door behind him much to Ella’s relief.  He then sat down, sour faced in the red velvet chair and crossed his legs to observe proceedings.

Irene moved over and tested the cane by swishing it through the air.

“You will thank me after each stroke as before, counting as we go,” pronounced Irene.

“Yes Maam,”  replied a contrite Ella.

Electra Amore playing Irene & Artemisia de Vine playing Ella bare bottom

Electra Amore playing Irene & Artemisia de Vine playing Ella bare bottom

Irene stood to one side of her sister and reached down to hold her by the hips, adjusting Ella’s bottom so it was in the most convenient position.  She then began tapping the cane against her sister’s bottom to practice her aim.  It was still a little pink from her earlier spanking.  Irene took her time.  Then, the cane whizzed through the air and bit neatly into Ella’s flesh.

A red welt raised immediately and Ella gasped!  Even with her new attitude, she wasn’t ready for how much the cane would hurt and she nearly forgot to thank her sister.

“One thank you Ma’am, may I please have another?”  she wheezed trying to catch her breath.

Before she had time to gather herself fully, the next stroke was whirring through the air with surprising accuracy.  When had Irene learned to use the cane?

All thoughts of such matters quickly disappeared as the cane hit home of the third time.  Ella’s bottom was on fire!

“Three thank you ma’am, may I please have another”.

Uncle Victor was silent in his chair but Ella was keenly aware of his presence. His self righteousness crawled all over her skin.

Artemisia playing Ella

Artemisia playing Ella

Whoosh! The cane struck again. And again.

“Four thank you ma’am, may I please have another?” Moaned Ella

“Five thank you ma’am, may I please have another?”

And finally, pausing just for moment, Irene struck her sister one last time.

“Six thank you ma’am.”  cried Ella bursting into tears.  “I’m so sorry Irene.  I didn’t know how much I had hurt you.  I really didn’t.  I am sorry”.

“There, there” soothed Irene, rubbing her sister’s bottom in comfort.  “Shshshshs….  It’s all ok.  You’ve learned your lesson and everything will be alright now.

Artemisia as Ella: Six of the best!

Artemisia as Ella: Six of the best!

Irene’s hands were cool and soft on her Ella’s sore bottom caressing the six, neat, red welts in a row.  Ella felt strangely childlike being comforted like this and somehow it really did make her feel better.

“I don’t think you need these anymore either,” said Irene, as she slipped her fingers lower to get a grip on a protruding ginger root.  She gently tugged on it and removed the plug from her sister and dropped it in a near by wastepaper basket.  Then, running her fingers down, she felt for the other root and tenderly removed it too.

“I wonder what the cleaner will think of that!” She laughed gently as the second root joined the first.  Ella looked up at her sister through tear stained eyes and began to giggle too.  The two women turned and hugged closely,  Irene still rubbing poor Ella’s bottom.

Uncle Victor simply said, “Good.  Now kiss and make up like good girls”.    He leaned back, uncrossed and re-crossed his legs in irritating satisfaction as Irene wiped away Ella’s tears and the two women kissed affectionately on the lips.  Things were looking good for a harmonious Greek holiday.

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Sep 042016
 


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

Jennifer sat on the patio drinking a cup of tea.  It was mid-morning and in a little over 3 hours she was going to have to ‘report’ to Vivienne to get her bottom strapped – by both Kellie and Vivienne.  On the one hand she felt a certain excitement about the approaching ordeal, but on the other hand, she was apprehensive about just how much the strap might hurt.  Yesterday had been a challenge, but she realised that it had been a sort of ‘test’ of her interest in, as well as her abilities to give and receive, strict discipline in accordance with the Barrett household regime.  Having now passed the ‘test’ and having volunteered for additional ‘familiarisation’, Jennifer thought that her future strappings might be more severe.  Vivienne had certainly strapped Kellie’s bottom far harder than she had strapped hers.  And Kellie in particular had found a new way of expressing herself – with a strap on someone else’s bottom – Jennifer’s bottom – and that made Jennifer nervous.  She pondered just how hard could a young woman apply a strap to someone’s bottom – surely not that hard – but then again, Kellie was a fit and athletic sort of girl, hell bent on making an impression, particularly with her mother.  She was keen to show her mother just how well she could develop good disciplinary skills.  Jennifer prepared herself mentally for the worst – it might really hurt, but she hoped for the best.  In a way she now felt obliged to both Vivienne and Kellie for preparing her for dealing with Lucy, and even Lily.

Unexpectedly Jennifer’s world of peace and reflection was shattered – “Hi Mrs Sangster …… got a moment?”  It was Kellie looking as delicious as ever – short shorts, a halter top and obviously no bra.  “Just came to see how you are.  Bottom still sore?”

“Fine thanks Kellie.  Holding-up well actually.  A little tender but I’m sitting ok, as you can see.  How’s your bottom?”

Kellie pulled-up a chair alongside Jennifer and looked intently into Jennifer’s eyes.  This disturbed Jennifer – every time she looked at Kellie, Kellie had been eyeballing her constantly.  But she did not know what to say, so she let her young admirer’s direct gaze pass without comment.  “Ready for this afternoon Kellie?  My aim might be a lot better than you think.  And my swing will have improved – I’ve done some exercise.  I hope you’re still going to enjoy it as much as you said you did yesterday.”

“Oh I will Mrs Sangster, definitely.  And I wonder who will cry out ‘ouch’ first – thee or me?  I bet it’s you Mrs S.” Kellie laughed at the worried look on Jennifer’s face.

“Kellie – there’s no way you’ll win that bet.  I may not be able to get an ‘ouch’ out of you, but you sure won’t be getting one out of me – no chance.  I may not be too used to getting my bottom strapped – yesterday was a whole new experience for me – but believe me, I can take it ….. you’ll see.  But why the competition over who’s first to say ‘ouch’ – is that some sort of game you play with your sister?”

“No, not really.  We just keep tabs on Mum and how long it’s before she starts ‘oooing’ and ‘aaahing’ when Dad’s strapping her bottom.  When he straps my bottom, I’m ‘oooing’ and ‘aaahing’ straight away – that way he thinks he is hurting me too much, so he doesn’t strap me so hard.  Ashlie does the same, but Mum hasn’t woken-up to that trick yet.”

“Kellie Barrett you’re a fraud – what if I tell your Mum, or your Dad?”

“You won’t Mrs S.  You’re not like that.  My secret is safe with you.  Anyway, you need to stay in my good books – remember, I’m strapping your novice bottom this afternoon and I do exercises too – at least 30 push-ups at the gym.  I could have your beautiful bottom wriggling around all over the place, and your beaut boobs bouncing around likewise, if I wanted to – which, by the way – I do.  I definitely do – so are you going to wriggle and bounce around for me this afternoon?”

“Kellie Barrett – behave yourself.  I’m not going to wriggle my bottom for anyone.  Nor my boobs …… when were my bosoms bouncing around?  They weren’t bouncing around – I would’ve known!  What a thing to say!  You’re very cheeky young lady, very cheeky.  I might just remember your cheekiness when I’m strapping your bottom this afternoon – so be careful.”

“Oh Mrs S.  You were wriggling your bottom around – all over the place.  Great I thought!  Sexiest bottom around.  And your boobs were definitely bouncing.  After Mummy finished strapping you – you went off dancing around the kitchen – boobs going in all directions.  Very stimulating.  Very exciting!”

“Well it’s not going to happen today.  No way.” replied Jennifer now quite distraught that she seemed to have put on quite a display of her physical attributes for Kellie and Vivienne to enjoy.  Ever conscious of her bosom’s behaviour, Jennifer was determined that today she would act in a more demure and controlled fashion.  Jennifer then picked-up where she had left off: “And just remember, Kellie Barrett, be cheeky and I will strap your bottom harder.”

“Oooow …. I can’t wait.  Having you stand behind me – in the nude – flaying my poor bottom with the strap – sends goose bumps down my spine.  You’re very sexy when you’re in the nude Mrs S. …… with the strap in your hand – very sexy indeed.  You could get me to do anything.  Do you like seeing me in the nude Mrs S.?   Do you like big boobs – I like yours.  Men like big boobs, but I never know whether women like other women’s boobs.  Mum has huge boobs – bigger than mine – bigger than yours.  I’ve got a feeling you really ….”

Even though Kellie had raised the issue of bosoms – and Jennifer had had an everlasting and constant fixation on the size of bosoms particularly in relation to her own, she thought Kellie’s conversation was becoming a little too risqué, so she cut Kellie off: “that’s enough Kellie – talking about your mother’s bosoms that way – and mine.  It’s not the subject for idle chit chat among ladies.  We are what we are and we have to accept what the good Lord has given us.  And saying that I look sexy in the nude with a strap in my hand – that young lady is not appropriate.”

“Ooh my apologies Mrs Sangster.  I didn’t mean to cause offence.  I only mention the truth.  What’s wrong with that?  You’ve got to admit that you and I have developed, for better or for worse, a strange and compelling interest in smacking bottoms.  You said so – yesterday – in front of Mum – you said you enjoyed strapping my bottom and I definitely enjoyed strapping yours.  And this afternoon we’ll strap each other again.  And you cannot hide behind the pretence that it’s only necessary because at some time in the future you are going to give Lucy a good strapping on her bottom – which, by the way, she most definitely deserves, believe me.”

“Oh Kellie, what am I going to do to you?  Yes – Lucy needs her bottom strapped.  Yes, I am going to do it, and yes, I will probably enjoy giving her comeuppance – she does deserves it.  But what is happening between you and me – and your mother – is different.  And to me, a little odd – out of the ordinary.  It has surprised me – shocked me – that I really enjoyed taking the strap to your bottom.  I loved it – there I’ve said it – I loved strapping your bottom and I will love it again this afternoon, and tomorrow afternoon and whenever – and I think that could be wrong – very wrong – but I can’t help it.  So there.  I think you and I are in the same boat – but I think we need to stay clear of such ideas as thinking we look sexy to one another when in the nude, with straps in our hands.  That could be totally inappropriate.”

“OK Mrs S.  You might be right.  Anyway, nice chatting with you.  I need to go and help Mum with the lunch.  Need to keep our strength up for this afternoon.”  With those parting comments Kellie wriggled her bottom cheekily at Jennifer and headed home.

Jennifer felt drained after her conversation with Kellie.  She now knew that she could have a problem on her hands.  She had never thought of Kellie as impressionable – she didn’t really know her all that well, but it now seemed that they were indeed in the same boat – inextricably linked by a mutual desire to inflict some pain and pleasure upon each other, and that worried Jennifer.  Could it go too far?  What was too far?  Maybe after Jennifer’s three ‘familiarisation’ afternoons she could resume her undivided interest in Lucy’s behavioural problems, and forget about Kellie.  Or would she?  Despite her inner reticence to encourage Kellie further, the cheeky 22 year old had made an impression on her and she was reluctant to let it go for the time being.

2.00 pm came around sooner than expected.  Jennifer was dressed and in two minds about her makeup.  It wasn’t really a dress-up occasion – but putting her face on was an instinctive urge she couldn’t let go.  Dressed and made-up as if going to a formal occasion, Jennifer went next door.  She entered the kitchen through the back door and looked tentatively at that kitchen table – her place of likely suffering in the minutes and hours ahead.  She went up the stairs and down the long corridor to the open door – Kellie’s room.  She politely knocked on the door and waited for a response – which came instantly.  Kellie beckoned her in.

To Jennifer’s surprise – or was it a surprise – Kellie was reclining completely nude on the bed – her perpetual smile beaming at Jennifer as she entered.  “Welcome to my humble abode” said Kellie.  She sat-up and folded her arms – her gaze still fixed on Jennifer and announced: “Time to strip Mrs S.  I’m ready.”

“Hi Kellie, you don’t waste any time, do you?  Are you going to look away?”

“No” was Kellie’s dismissive reply.  She sat happily and stared at Jennifer in anticipation – obviously going to enjoy Jennifer’s discomfort at having to strip in front of her.  Jennifer took a deep breath, and with an unflinching resolve, she started to strip naked.

It wasn’t as bad as Jennifer first thought – Kellie had already seen her in the nude so what difference would it make.  “Do we go now?” Jennifer asked not even bothering to try and cover herself with her hands and arms.  Kellie replied: “We’d better get down there – if Mum gets there first, we will be regarded as keeping her waiting – not good.  She will want us there before she arrives.  Dad can get quite anal if we keep him waiting.  Can be very bad for one’s bottom!”

Kellie scampered off the bed and alongside Jennifer.  Jennifer was very conscious of just how close Kellie got to her – then thought to hell with it.  If Kellie wanted to get up close and personal, so be it.  While Jennifer had been quite shocked yesterday when Kellie had hugged and kissed her when they were both nude, she had rather enjoyed it – the bosomy Kellie was fun to hug.  The two of them walked side by side down the corridor and down the stairs.  Jennifer felt a penetrating chill as she got closer to the bottom of the stairs.  Kellie had gone ahead and Jennifer had taken a good look at Kellie’s cute bottom – which still displayed a few faded marks from yesterday’s strapping.  She wondered if her own bottom was marked – it had never occurred to her to have looked in the mirror when she had gotten up this morning.

The kitchen was deserted – Vivienne had not yet arrived.  “What do we do now?” asked Jennifer.  “We wait – Dad often keeps us waiting.  He says it gives us time to reflect upon our transgressions.”  Jennifer ever nervous the more she found out about the Barrett’s disciplinary regime asked “How long?”  “As long as they like – Mum will be enjoying this – normally she’s the one waiting in anticipation for Dad to arrive.  She’s gonna make sure we serve our waiting time.  And by the way – we have to wait in silence.”

The two women stood in silence and awaited the arrival of Vivienne.  Kellie had just fidgeted, but Jennifer had become more and more anxious as time passed.  The waiting started to get on her nerves – standing there, stark naked, waiting.  And it was cold.

Finally Vivienne entered the kitchen and looked quite happy and relaxed.  “Good afternoon ladies, glad you could make it.  Now …… Jennifer has a lesson or two to learn – one, what it’s like to get her bottom strapped, and two, how to strap a young woman’s bottom.  Quite essential the way young women conduct themselves theses days.  So – who is first I wonder?”  Vivienne paced up and down behind the two naked women and gently pinched and rubbed each of their bottoms – something new yet again for Jennifer to absorb.  But she felt that it wasn’t so unpleasant, so she stood motionless and let Vivienne fondle and caress her bare bottom – taking whatever enjoyment she could from Vivienne’s attentions.

“I think that yesterday, we thought that Jennifer should strap Kellie’s bottom first, but on reflection, it might be best if Kellie straps Jennifer’s bottom to begin with – that’ll get Jennifer warmed-up and in the mood ….. yes, that’s best.  Kellie, please give Jennifer a good strapping …. you know the drill, Jennifer is all yours to instruct as you see fit.”  Jennifer’s heart sank at Vivienne’s words – she had given Kellie a free hand to say and do what she pleased, and Jennifer knew that she’d have to obey.  She hadn’t forgotten yesterday’s warning about ‘obedience’.  Jennifer stiffened and awaited her little admirer’s commands – she knew they’d be a challenge.

“OK Mrs S.  Fetch the strap.  It’s hanging behind the pantry door.”  Jennifer walked across to the pantry and opened the door.  The strap was hanging inside.  She took it and gave it to Kellie – who had a broader than usual smile on her face.  Kellie slowly tapped the strap into the palm of her hand making sure Jennifer waited in anticipation.  “Bend over the table, my dear” she says sarcastically, and emulated her mother’s frequent ‘my dear’ form of address.  Jennifer got one final glare in at Kellie before she did what she was told.  “Bottom out more, my dear” as Kellie placed her hands on Jennifer’s bottom and moved it into Kellie’s preferred position,  Jennifer felt helpless – she knew all too well what Vivienne’s reaction would be if she had complained to Kellie about be manhandled so embarrassingly.  Jennifer simply suffered the indignity of Kellie’s fondling and moving her bottom around.  Then Kellie started rubbing her bottom saying: “Oooh that still looks a tad sore Mrs S.  Do you want me to be super lenient with you?”

Jennifer had now become rather irritated by her young friend – who she knew was playing with her.  And she recalled her thoughts earlier in the day about just how hard a young woman could strap a bottom.  So in as dignified a tone as possible Jennifer responded: “Please strap my bottom as you consider I deserve.  Thank you.”   Kellie realised that she has got under Jennifer’s skin and revelled in her power over Jennifer.  “Fine Mrs Sangster.  You deserve 24 strokes – in four sets of six of the best.  I think you are now being just a little bit cheeky – so I think that I really need to blister your bottom GIRL.”

Jennifer was now not so sure whether Kellie was playing with her, or whether she was irritated and annoyed – Kellie’s ‘blister your bottom, girl’ comment had made Jennifer cringe.  Perhaps she had gone too far – perhaps her little angel really was going to tan her bottom big time.  Jennifer sincerely hoped not.  She waited as she felt Kellie moving the strap back and forth across her bottom.  Then the strap was slowly moved down her thighs and up again – on the inside of her thigh and, to Jennifer’s horror, the tip of the strap caressed her pussy – my God, Jennifer had thought, how could she do this?  Jennifer was beside herself – not knowing whether she should get up, or remain in position as was expected of her.  Then she realised that even though this act of intimacy was a total impertinence by Kellie, it hadn’t felt too bad.  She waited to see how far Kellie would go.  But as soon as it had started, it finished.  And then ‘splat’ – the strap landed right across the centre of Jennifer’s bottom and ‘ouch’ it had hurt – but she remained silent, remembering Kellie’s little bet about who would cry out ‘ouch’ first.

Kellie did not hold back with the next 5 strokes – striking a little lower with each stroke – just like her mother had strapped Jennifer yesterday.  Jennifer had felt the sting and burn of each stroke and wondered how she would survive the 24 strokes her little hellcat intended to administer to her.  As the burning sensation encompassed Jennifer’s entire bottom, she involuntarily started squirming and wriggling her bottom.  The gentle way Jennifer had gyrated her hips had not gone unnoticed:  “Oh my” says Kellie “what a lovely sight – Mrs Sangster’s bottom in motion.  Keep it up, I love it.”

Jennifer had gripped the table tighter and had tried desperately to stop her wriggling – it was just what Kellie had asked her to do, and damned if she would give Kellie the satisfaction seeing of putting on a performance for her.  “OK” says Kellie – “that’s your first six – you can stand up and rub if you like.”  Jennifer scrambled to her feet and gave Kellie a grim stare while she rubbed her bottom with great enthusiasm.  Kellie had laughed and taunted her some more: “oooow – a little tender are we?  18 more to come Mrs S.  Hope you’ll keep your bottom still – but you do look rather sexy when you’re wriggling around.”

“Get on with it Kellie, we don’t have all day, and I am sure Jennifer is rather anxious to have you over the table for your strapping.  In fact, I’d try and be a little bit less cheeky dear – Jennifer might well have the last laugh!” chipped-in Vivienne.  Kellie looked at her mother with disdain – she had enjoyed teasing and taunting Jennifer.  She loved having Jennifer at her mercy, but her mother was right, after Kellie finished strapping Jennifer’s bottom, her own bottom would be over the table and Jennifer could well take her revenge.

“Back over” said Kellie “and we’ll make it a dozen for this set.  Might as well get it over with.”  Jennifer bent back over the table and presented her bottom and hoped that she would not incite any further remarks from Kellie.  Kellie then laid on 12 firm strokes and before long Jennifer wriggled around again and given a very appealing performance.

Then it was over – Jennifer had taken her next 12 strokes and had danced around more than she had wanted to – but she felt that she had not made a spectacle of herself as Kellie had wanted.  Kellie simply said: “OK ……… stand-up and rub – then we can get serious with the final six.”  Jennifer rubbed her bottom and avoided meeting Kellie’s gaze.  She had looked to Vivienne who smiled and merely said: “she takes after her father.  I’m glad it’s your bottom and not mine.”  Kellie had picked-up on her mother’s remark with: “Yes Mum, we might need to talk about that.  Jennifer and I get our bottoms nicely warmed by each other.  And you always add a few finishing strokes – but your bottom doesn’t seem to suffer at all.  That’s not fair”

“Don’t be cheeky Kellie” replied Vivienne.  “I’m here to supervise proceedings and ensure fair play – we’re teaching Jennifer about discipline – so you don’t need to concern yourself with my bottom, thank you very much.”  Kellie had then given her mother a disappointed look and turned to Jennifer who had still been trying to soothe her burning bottom.  “OK Mrs S.  Bend over – final six coming up.  Then you can make me suffer.”

Jennifer reluctantly bent over the table for yet another dose of the strap.  Her bottom was on fire and she really did not want another six strokes from Kellie.  Any thoughts that Kellie could not strap hard had long faded into history – Jennifer was satisfied beyond any doubt that the little angel had clearly demonstrated her ability to strap a bottom, and strap one hard.  Jennifer had become quite annoyed with herself for the show she had put on as she had wiggled her bottom so provocatively.  She knew that both Kellie and Vivienne had enjoyed her performance – but at least she had survived 18 strokes and had not yet said ‘ouch’.  But she knew Kellie would not have forgotten her challenge, and she would indeed try extra hard with the final six strokes to elicit an ‘ouch’ from Jennifer.

And true to expectations Kellie strapped hard.  Jennifer thought back to yesterday’s initial introduction to having her bottom strapped – it had been a breeze compared to today – and there were two more afternoons to come.  But surprisingly Jennifer had found that the extra sting and burning of Kellie’s most recent strapping endeavours had been well within her capacity to take a strapping.  But because the very last stroke had been delivered on her thighs, Jennifer cried out ‘aaaah’ and had leapt to her feet.  She had tightly clamped her hands on her upper thighs.  “That hurt Kellie, really hurt” and she glared at the mischievous young woman.  “Not fair Kellie” said Vivienne, “Jennifer will need to repay that one my dear …. very silly.”

Kellie did not seem to care – she pranced around wriggling her bottom at Jennifer and openly flirted with a sore, and not so happy, Jennifer who had not responded to Kellie’s overtly physical overtures.  “Your turn” she said to Jennifer putting her face close to Jennifer’s “how would you like my bottom?”

“Over the table” replied Jennifer as she slowly regained her composure.  But instead, Kellie sat on the table and queried Jennifer: “are you mad at me?” Kellie asked with her perpetual smile as she tried hard to ameliorate Jennifer’s annoyance with her.  “Yes Kellie, I’m mad at you and I think you know what that’ll mean, don’t you?”  Kellie had hopped off the table and brazenly gotten closer to Jennifer – and rubbed her body and bosoms up against a rather irritated Jennifer – knowing full well that Jennifer was somewhat sensitive and shy when Kellie had pursued close physical contact between the two of them – especially when they were both naked.  Jennifer moved away and tried hard to remain mad at Kellie – something she found difficult with such a lovable young rascal.  Jennifer then used her sternest tone: “you need your bottom strapped long and hard young lady, and that’s what I intend to do.  Now …. over the table.”

“Yes Mrs S.”  Kellie bent over the table and again sexily wiggled her bottom at the pleasantly irritated Jennifer.  Jennifer had picked-up the strap and placed it against Kellie’s waiting bottom.  She was intent on getting an ‘ouch’ out of the cheeky young woman and had taken Vivienne’s advice from yesterday, that she would need to concentrate on just where she wanted the first stroke to land.  With an almighty swing, Jennifer had brought the strap down hard on Kellie’s bottom and instantly got an ‘oooow’ from a surprised Kellie.  But the young woman had remained in position and awaited the next stroke.  Strapping Kellie’s bottom with a vengeance, and with far greater skill than the day before, Kellie’s bottom soon became a vivid red, and she constantly wriggled around in obvious discomfort.  After 12 strokes, Jennifer had decided to break the silence with: “feeling OK Kellie?”  A rather subdued “yes ma’am” was the only response.

Enthused by her apparent success in administering her first 12 strokes, Jennifer had continued to strap the delightful bottom before her.  She had really started to enjoy her task – despite her own bottom feeling extremely sore.  And the notion of grown women blistering each other’s bottoms had started to have a welcome resonance – it could be fun thought Jennifer.  She realised that she had suffered yesterday, and again today, a soundly strapped bottom from a young woman half her age, and now she had the pleasure of strapping the vivacious and cheeky young woman’s bottom – who she knew enjoyed getting her bottom strapped, as much as Jennifer enjoyed strapping it.

“OK Kellie – that’s 24 strokes well taken.”  Vivienne moved across to Jennifer and took the strap from her and complimented her with: “that was well administered Jennifer – much improved from yesterday.  You’re developing a fine technique – hasn’t she Kellie?”

Kellie looked a little worse for wear.  She grimaced at her mother and Jennifer, and responded: “well yes actually, she has.  My poor bottom.”

“Right my two lovelies – I think I need to make sure you’re both sore enough that you won’t be able to sit down for a few hours.  And since Jennifer forgot to give Kellie the low stroke across the back of her thighs, I will give it to Kellie for her.”

“No Mummy you don’t need to, if Jennifer didn’t give it to me, she doesn’t want me to get it.”

“Rubbish girl.  Now I think we’ll have you two in the spanker’s embrace.”

Jennifer reeled in horror at this new revelation – what was the spanker’s embrace?    Hadn’t Vivienne realised that they were both naked!?  She couldn’t mean that she and Kellie had to embrace one another!  Kellie was her daughter and Jennifer was old enough to be her mother.

But Vivienne couldn’t care less.  She had continued: “right ….. Kellie here, Jennifer facing Kellie.  Kellie your feet together.  Jennifer place your feet either side of Kellie’s …. get closer together …. come on now, embrace – arms around each other ……. closer for God’s sake, what’s wrong with you?”  Jennifer had always been a bit reticent about her nakedness, and her naked body coming into contact with another person – particularly if that person had also been naked.  She was now particularly worried since she had to embrace the cheeky and flirtatious Kellie.  Jennifer had previously decided to try and leave some notional distance between her and Kellie – but now she found herself being ordered to cuddle-up to Kellie – and Kellie was all too keen to cuddle-up close to Jennifer.  But Jennifer knew that she had to obey Vivienne, so she accepted the inevitable – she now found that she had literally become bosom buddies with her little admirer.

Vivienne then gave them their instructions: “Jennifer this is, no doubt, new to you, but you will hold Kellie in position while I strap her bottom.  Hold her tight and make sure she doesn’t move.  I am going to give her 3 strokes then I am going to give you 3 strokes – while she is holding you tight and in position.  If either of you lets the other person break-away from the embrace, that person instantly bends over and touches her toes for an additional 3 strokes.  Now hang on tight – both of you.”

Jennifer could not believe the situation she had now had found herself in.  And Kellie enjoyed their embrace far too much.  Kellie had wriggled around incessantly while she whispered things in Jennifer’s ear.  Jennifer had tried to ignore her when unexpectedly Kellie had let out an almighty cry – Vivienne had just struck Kellie’s thighs with the strap, and the little angel was in physical turmoil.  Jennifer had hung-on for grim death.  She tried hard to avoid the risk of having to take a 3 stroke penalty while touching her toes.  She didn’t care if Kellie jumped up and down and wriggled around, Jennifer had no intention of letting go of her.  Then Vivienne administered a second stroke across Kellie’s thighs – and Jennifer realised that Vivienne was teaching her daughter a lesson.  A third stroke had then been administered and, judging by Kellie body movements, it had been across her bottom.  Then Jennifer realised that the next three strokes would be across her bottom.  She waited – and ‘ouch’ – Vivienne had not held back.  And while Jennifer had gyrated and wriggled as the strap had struck her already sore bottom, Kellie had held on tight.

Vivienne then moved back and forth between the two women as they had clutched each other tightly, not to mention rather intimately, in an attempt to survive their shared ordeal.  Finally Vivienne stopped strapping their bottoms.  Vivienne casually felt and rubbed their bottoms, and then announced that they could cease their embrace.  Jennifer had been stunned by what happened.  Her mind had been in a frenzy – she had tried to keep a respectable distance between herself and Kellie – not having wanted to encourage continued flirtations from Kellie – but now, having had to spend five or ten minutes in a total close embrace with Kellie, while they both had their bottoms severely tanned by Vivienne, Jennifer had wondered what could possibly come next?

They left the kitchen and returned upstairs to Kellie’s bedroom to get dressed.   “Here, let me” said Kellie as she had approached Jennifer with a jar of cold cream.

“What’s that for?” asked Jennifer.  “You’ll see – lay on the bed silly, this’ll make you feel a whole lot better.”  Jennifer, now up for anything having totally lost her resistance to being up close and personal with Kellie, did what she was told.  She lay face down of the bed.  She felt a slight shock as the cold cream was applied to her bottom.  But Kellie was surprisingly gentle.  Jennifer let herself go and tried to relax as her young admirer sensuously rubbed cold cream over her burning bottom.  It was sweet relief.  Finally Kellie had stood-up and offered Jennifer the jar of cold cream: “you’re turn” and flopped herself down on the bed.  Jennifer then started to rub her young friend’s bottom with the cold cream – and enjoyed every minute of their rather intimate endeavours.

After both bottoms had been smothered and massaged with cold cream, they had got dressed in silence.   Loose fitting clothing was the order of the day.  They had gone down stairs and joined Vivienne in the lounge room for tea.  “Well, that was fun” said Vivienne, as Jennifer and Kellie looked to each other in disbelief.  While each may have had some fun, neither had thought that Vivienne should have been claiming fun on their behalf.  When Jennifer made her farewell, Vivienne reminded her that tomorrow afternoon was still on the agenda “See you at 2.00 pm tomorrow Jennifer.  Don’t be late.”

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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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Aug 132016
 

 

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It was an absolute delight to session with Sarah, the fabulous sissy and shoe fetishist yesterday.  Sarah asked if she could bring her shoe collection to show me.  I eagerly agreed as I do love shoes.  When she got here, she brought suit case after suitcase into the room… all full of shoes!  She even brought a surfboard cover full of shoes! I didn’t count them but she said there were 98 pairs there.

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I invited my friend, M, over to join in the fun.  M has an interest in learning about sissies, cross-dressing and fetishes and has a natural inclination towards helping others explore their sissy side but lacks the confidence to conduct professional sessions.  However with her clear passion for all things cross dressing and sissy, I am sure it won’t be long before she runs brilliant sessions!

At first M was quiet and just observed but it didn’t take her long to break out and get drawn into the games.  Much to sissy Sarah’s delight, by the end of the afternoon, M was right into it!   There was a shoe fetish spit roasting scene with Sarah on all fours sucking the divine heels M was wearing while I took Sarah from behind wearing this fabulous butt plug attached to a shoe!

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Amongst all this fabulousness was a bunch of dresses that Sarah paraded around for us.  This pleased M so much that she joined me in donning a strap-on and our sweet sissy Sarah obediently became our slutty bitch.

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At the close of our play,  Sissy Sarah gifted both M and I a pair of beautiful shoes each.  M was delighted with her elegant black and white heals while I am so very pleased with my great thigh high leather boots.

Not all my session are about intense domination.  Sometimes it is about letting our hair down and having a romp.  All in all it was a great afternoon of shoe sniffing, champagne sipping, girly lesbian fun.

Sissy Sarah

Sissy Sarah

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Aug 022016
 

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine BDSMTaking a deeper look into our taboo sexual fantasies and kinky desires, can be an extraordinarily illuminating experience.  Furthermore it can have a really positive effect in so many areas of our lives, yet we are often so debilitated by shame that we cannot even tell our nearest and dearest we have these dirty little secrets.

Or else, we proudly live out our fantasies in the kink scene… or by being a player… or masturbating to them… but are afraid to lift the lid and take a closer peak at what they mean and end up missing out on their full potential at best, and hurting ourselves and others, at worst.

One of the reasons that we often feel so much shame around sexual fantasies, is that they frequently tap into parts of us we have suppressed.  We are often in denial about these aspects of ourselves so when our sexual fantasies knock on the door we feel as though they don’t really represent us.  The shame impulse can kick in and we can suppress our fantasies altogether.  Or another common response, is to enjoy kinky desires or taboo fantasies, only for the length of time we are aroused, and then revert to feeling shame in ourselves and brush them back under the proverbial bush.

So many of us fear letting others know what we really think about when fantasising and yet we are all in the same boat!  Even those that initially think they don’t have sexual fantasies, discover they do when we take a closer look.

Common Fantasies

In my work as a lifestyle and professional dominatrix, switch and sex worker I have had the privilege of working closely with thousands of people’s fantasies.  I help them tease them out and create play scenes designed on each individual’s unique erotic wiring. While we are all different, there are common themes that emerge again and again.  There are also common patterns in the aspects of ourselves that we suppress that are directly linked to our fantasy turn ons.

Some are fantasies are about people we know, others are about ideal lovers and many are embarrassingly politically incorrect!  We can feel things that we would never want to act out in everyday life.  Aspects of us come out of the murky depths when we allow ourselves to tap into sexual fantasy!

Love and Power is a very common theme.  Those that see themselves as loving don’t like to see their desire for power for instance and suppress some of these aspects of self, while those that see themselves as powerful secretly desire to surrender to love… Or be forced to… These aspects come out in our fantasy desires.

Some of those that consider themselves “manly” don’t like to have others know they have a suppressed desire for the attributes socially coded as “feminine”.  Yet often those types will be the very ones that come and see me secretly for a cross dressing session… Or to be ravished with strap on…  There are of course also other reasons someone might be drawn to this type of play.  This is just an example of how a suppressed aspect of us might come out through fantasy.

Being ravished, or ravishing someone is a common theme.  Non-consent and rape fantasies can get us hot under the collar even though we don’t really want to experience them in everyday life at all!  These fantasies are an entirely different thing to real rape.  Our fantasy rapist magically knows how to do all the right things to get us off… Forcing us to experience the aspects of us we deny ourselves…

Sometimes we desire to give up all responsibility and be taken care of by some impossibly perfect lover…

Sometimes we fantasise about doing acts we consider dirty with people who are taboo for us to desire…

Sometimes we desire to hurt or be hurt… Physically or emotionally… Or eroticise things that genuinely cause us distress in real life…  Sometimes we eroticise shame itself…

Sometimes our fantasies are less obvious and take a bit more to decipher.  They are complex reflections of our inner world…  as complex and unique as you are, but however yours show up we have a lot to learn by taking a closer look.

Our inner fantasy world is a stage where all the parts of us we deny can come out to play. However, while we remain in shame or denial about these aspects of ourselves, these aspects take on a life of their own and can rebel against us.  They can express themselves in destructive ways.

So what is the antidote?  Well this is exactly what I would love to explore with you in my upcoming workshops series.

In the level 1 workshop you will get a chance to explore your recurrent erotic themes.  We will also explore what happens when we create an intentional relationship with our sexual fantasies.  What happens when we trust our sexual desires as an important message from unconscious selves and cultivate a playful and compassionate curiosity about them?  What happens when we find consensual and healthy ways to live out these aspects through play scenes and role play?  What happens when we all start accepting these sexual expressions in ourselves and in each other and stop being ashamed to admit we all have them?  How will that impact us personally, and collectively as a society?

This workshop is not about trying to “heal” these desires so we don’t have them anymore but quite to the contrary, it is about embracing our denied aspects and creating healthy and super sexy outlets to play with them!  It is about turning our sexual shadows into our allies.

Likewise this workshop also acknowledges that it is possible to act out our fantasies in ways that reinforce the shame and suppression cycle and keep us prisoners.  I explore the ways in which we can avoid those traps.

In level Two, which is a four day, fully catered retreat with optional play party, I share my skills as a professional kinkster and fantasy specialist.  I show you the tools I use to create play scenes that are based on your own, and other people’s fantasy blueprints. Level one teaches you how to work out and relate to those blueprints and level two shows you how to bring them to life through play.  Next year I will also be offering a more in depth Practitioner Level Training that includes these skills and much more.

Interestingly, in my experience, unpacking our unique fantasy blueprints doesn’t kill our turn ons, but instead creates more opportunities to intentionally tap into what can be our most exciting and fulfilling sexual expressions.

It also creates really fertile ground for deeper relationship with ourselves and intimacy with our loved ones.  It brings us into alignment with ourselves and leads to a sense of healthy sexual wholeness.  For some, it can even lead to connection with that aspect of ourselves that is bigger, deeper, wiser than our everyday self.

This work is transformation though play and it’s super hot!  What’s not to love about that!

Are you someone who only ever secretly fantasises while watching porn, during sex or while masturbating but would like to learn how to get more out of these desires by bringing them into your sex life more proactively and openly?  Then this workshop series is for you.

Are you someone who has a partner with taboo desires completely different from your own and experiences confusion about this disconnect? Would you like to understand these fantasies more and learn how to play with them in ways that are mutually fulfilling?  Then come along, this is going to be really helpful for you.

Are you someone who would love to know how to discover your own, and other people’s, sexual fantasy blueprint and how to design a play scene around it that hits all the right buttons?  Well let me share my years of experience and the knowledge I have gleaned from creating thousands of play scenes as a professional.  Level 2, the four-day, fully catered retreat & optional play party will be especially useful for you.   However, first you need to understand level 1.

Are you someone who has played around in the kink scene and done-all-the-things, but feel as though there is something more possible with this play?  Something you can’t quite put your finger on?  Then this is for you too.

All genders and sexual orientations are welcome.  Singles, monogamous couples, poly folk, you are all welcome.  You do not need to have a partner to attend.

There will be no nudity or sexual activities on level 1 but in level 2 there will be the possibilities of your own expression at the optional play party. You could also easily attend level 2 without ever choosing to be nude or play in any overtly sexual ways. You are invited to participate only to whatever level you feel comfortable with at any given moment and honor your learning edge.  Safety and consent frameworks will be openly discussed and put in place. Breaches of these codes of conduct will be taken seriously and may result in your removal without a refund.

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Sydney-based, professional & lifestyle dominatrix, switch & sex worker who specialises in creating opportunities for sexual self discovery through play scenes designed on her client’s unique erotic wiring.  She draws on her experience and training in BDSM, tantra, sexological bodywork, Taoism, personal development coaching, years of work in the adult industry and more.  Her skills and experience span the sensual to the deliciously twisted.  See her website for more.

Jul 252016
 

Artemisia de Vine discipline role play CKWarning, explicit pics and stories about Sydney-based Mistress Artemisia de Vine and her slave.

Her: “You didn’t!”

Me: “Oh yes I did!”

Her: “No way!”

Me:  “Yes, I absolutely did.  I superglued googly eyes to his cock”.

We two Mistresses laughed till we cried at the diabolical absurdity of it.  Tears literally streaming down our faces.  God I love my job!

Being a sadistic humiliatrix doesn’t always have to be terribly strict and stern.  Sometimes it is just damn entertaining.

Mistress Artemisia's Sydney slave CKThough the scene didn’t start out that way.  He kept me waiting 8mins and this is never a good idea.  I instructed him to enter the shared courtyard bathroom and strip naked.  His clothes were to be placed in a neat pile, with his tribute on top and he was to wait.  Cold…  Knowing it was a bathroom used by those in the offices downstairs…  He obediently waited.  He’s submitted to me several times before and knows it is best to obey…

When I eventually did throw the door open and help myself to his pile of clothes, he looked quite pale.  So nervous he was shaking.  I stood there fully clothed with the door open, knowing anyone could walk up at any time.  He had no where to hide.  I savored his panic and took my time…

“You made me wait 8 minutes!”  I said with a raised eyebrow.  I didn’t need to say another word as the point was clearly made.  His eyes darted behind me to check if anyone was there.

I slowly turned  and walked across the open courtyard.  It is semi private but should a neighbor from a nearby building happen to look at just that moment… I instructed him to walk behind me and I walked slowly and deliberately… him naked and me holding his clothes… him bereft of his only shield should someone walk up the stairs…

Finally I had him inside… His heart was racing, eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light.

I locked his clothes away…

“Today’s rules are very simple”, I said with a cocked head and seductively knowing smile.  I reached over and firmly cupped his chin, tipping his head up… my face inches from his.  Forced, intense eye contact.

“You are to remain erect at all times, but you are not to cum.  If you do cum, you will eat it of course.  I will make you lick every last morsel and we will continue anyway even though you are not aroused.  How you feel about it is irrelevant.  I don’t care if you are no longer enjoying our play because you are not horny.  You will obey anyway and I will not be returning your clothes until I am done with you.

Keeping an erection doesn’t sound too hard now does it?

“No Mistress”

Sydney slave edging, Mistress Artemisia CK“But you must keep that erection no matter what I do to you… We will be bring you right to the brink of climax again and again but you must not cum… This is called edging.  Do you agree to these terms?” I asked, deceptively seductive.  Afterall that sounds like a pleasurable session does it not?

“Yes Mistress”

I let a cruel smile spread slowly across my face as I held his gaze in a vice.  “Good,” I purred.

Now, now, dear readers I shall not give away all my secrets… You need to come submit to my whims to discover my tricks…

Suffice it to say that by the end he didn’t know if he was coming or going.  Two and a half hours of slowly building, pleasure, pain and desperation had him doing anything I wanted.

I had him desperate to keep his erection but made it terribly difficult by insisting he repeat back passages from “The History and Art of The Dominatrix” word for word.  Each mistake or incorrect word had… er… consequences…  Yet focusing on getting the reciting correct made it terribly difficult to maintain his erection… which also had consequences… painful ones.

Rather than opening up, this slave armors himself and steels himself against me… trying to endure everything I throw at him.  I needed him to open and surrender so I was distracting the part of his mind that is normally in the driver’s seat in order to let another part break on through… I did this by making that part of his mind focus on reciting while simultaneously overstimulating him in waves of sensations…  Sensory overload… anal and cock stimulation and torture… Sudden and intense pain…  alternating between nearly cumming and then experiencing pain to bring him back from the edge… over and over…

“The Dominatrix archetype overthrows social norms and conventions, upholding the female position of superiority and power”.  He recited with desperation in his voice…  Trying so hard to get every word correct to avoid that terrible no win, rock and hard place…  How I loved watching his struggle, not knowing what to focus on.

In the end all he could do was surrender…  by that stage he was delerious and he would humiliate and degrade himself in any way at all that pleased me…

Sydney slave superglue googly eyes CK…And what pleased me, amongst other things, was supergluing googly eyes to his cock.   Oh how I laughed and laughed!

His utter submission and eventual orgasm was cosmic.  His ego gave up and away he went… into subspace…

But that is not the end dear readers.  It is in the afterglow of this deliberate madness that some of the most profound things happen.  It is afterwards, in the still quietness where he lay broken and blissed on the floor…  Breathing the way I taught him… That is when he truly was free.

“There is no drug like this!  This is so different!  I haven’t ever felt like this before.  You’ve done it again Mistress!  I think you can’t possibly come up with something new to do me and yet you do every time! And every time we go further!  This is… there are no words… This is just wow!  You really really do know what you are doing.”

“Well done slave.  Well done.” I smile fondly as I stroke his forehead and let him soar.   I glow inside.  Peace, connection and bliss through perversion.   This is my art.

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!

Pricing:

Early Bird avaialble for the first 10 bookings until July 14th
$350 (full payment)

Full price $495 ($300 deposit available to secure a spot, pay remainder on the day)

Times: 6pm Friday night – 9pm, 8am Saturday till 6pm, 9am Sunday till 3.30pm

We are running an Introduction evening event on August 3rd, a stand alone event and or a opportunity to gain a clearer picture what to expect of level 1 and 2. For more info please go here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1721515164727272/

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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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

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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.

Oct 212015
 

dominatrix vintage2Today I disciplined a middle-aged white man with a starched collar, perfectly polished black patent leather shoes and not a hair out of place. A quick but thorough maintenance caning pulled him in line and he will now strive to be all he can be.

Neat pants around his ankles, he did as he was instructed and leaned against the mantelpiece presenting his bottom for me.

“One Thank you Ma’am, may I please have another…”

I do love how mutually satisfying that was, not to mention highly beneficial for personalities like his.  Discipline reboots his system and brings out the best in him.

I think I shall cross my stocking clad legs, sip some tea and hum to myself thinking about it…

While my favorite corporal punishment sessions are ones that build in waves over a couple of hours,  I do also see the need for short, sharp and regular discipline for those that are drawn to corporal punishment as a way to bring them back into alignment.  These types seem to need a small amount of caning but regularly in order to operate at optimum.

corporal punishment canes sydneyAs such I do offer shorter sessions.

A simple 6 of the best with no warm up is $200
A 30min spanking and/or caning session $250
I then do not see the point of middles ground.  The next level up is 90mins for $400 or my personal preference 2hrs for $500.
For enthusiasts that really take a beating $600 for 2.5hrs.

See here for options on role play or more thorough discipline sessions. 

May 272015
 

Mistress Artemisia de vine sassyYou should have seen my slave’s face as I dangled the keys to his chastity device over the edge of the escalator… I teased him till he became convinced I wouldn’t really do it and then with a giggle and a cock of the head, curious to see what he would do, I let them fall all the way to the shopping centre ground floor.

I was terribly amused as he scrambled to get them before anyone else picked them up… He lost all his dignity, head bobbing amongst the crowd, trying to get past the shoppers…

chastity 5Just the right amount of fear of being caught… such an aphrodisiac!

I placed my hand on his heart when he obediently brought them back to me and dropped them back down my cleavage for safe keeping. At that moment he was alive! Blood thumping through his veins and eyes bright… He was outside the social scripts now and able to see everything more clearly.

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