Jul 012016
 

 

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

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Chapter 1

Jennifer’s Transformation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jul 012016
 

 

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.