Sep 042016

nude bottom spanking
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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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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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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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
$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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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.