Jan 262017
 

Domina Artemisia de Vine slave CK

 

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

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

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

This week’s good medicine:

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

And…

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

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

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

Spanking switch circle

Spanking switch circle

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

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

I also love being a Mistress.  It feels right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine, Dominatrix, BDSM

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine, Dominatrix, BDSM

However, I am not a submissive personality.

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

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

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

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

Sydney Domina Artemisia de Vine

Sydney Domina Artemisia de Vine

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Oct 162016
 
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artemisia-strict-disciplinarianHere I am in London, the city of smacked bottoms and let me tell you, I like it.

In my first week I was invited to join Miss Elsa Svenson in disciplining two wayward gents. There is something so fabulous about travelling to the other side of the planet and walking straight into a school room scene with the chance to wield the cane. I had been jet lagged, disoriented by being in a foreign country where nothing seemed to work as I expected and feeling overwhelmed by the London underground. Strange as it may seem, it was the sound of crooked kaboo and dragon canes slicing through the air and landing soundly on school boy bottom flesh, that helped me feel grounded. Ah, yes this is feeling is home.

 

 

 

Miss Elsa Svenson: Good old fashioned discipline

Miss Elsa Svenson: Good old fashioned discipline

Miss Svenson

is a no nonsense, strict disciplinarian with a large collection of corrective tools that have been beautifully broken in over many a bottom. Slippers, taws, straps of all thicknesses and levels of severity. She is the headmistress personified and is strictly non erotic in her administration of behaviour correction. I liked her immediately.

We are talking about the possibility of doing some filming together before I leave with me as a new teacher in her school, bringing Australian flavour to detention time. You can see some of her clips here. Also, you can follow her on twitter.

 

 

kentmistress0390I also had the privilege of seeing Miss Eleanor Sullivan in action. This woman is brilliant at a severe telling off and harsh, heavy-handed spanking. She was relentless in her ministrations. I was impressed with her endurance. She also appears in some of Miss Svenson’s clips and you can follow her on twitter.

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Eleanor Sullivan, Elsa Svenson & Artemisia de Vine smiling after thoroughly disciplining a naughty peeping tom.

I also learned that it is possible to have a naughty boy bent over all three of our laps at the same time, in such a position that we can all easily access his bottom. If two ladies sit side by side on chairs, opposite the third lady who is facing us on her chair… knees touching and slightly interlaced… then the naughty boy is bent over all of us and we can all manage quite a good swing.

We took turns beating his bottom for being a peeping tom. A thorough slippering from his “mother” and the “girl-next-door” who he had been spying on, as well as her “mother”. Oh my! Three incensed women putting him in his place. What a un/lucky character he was.

Electra Amore roleplays Irene & Artemisia de Vine play Ella

Electra Amore roleplays Irene & Artemisia de Vine play Ella

Switching!

While back in Sydney I am far more often the disciplinarian, I am here to experience both sides of the coin. I have accepted a few appointments with polite gentlemen who wish to bend me over their knee and am looking forward to it, if with some trepidation. I have my advert on spankee finder, so may be tempted to accept a few more opportunities to experience what I normally dish out, if gentlemen approach with the right attitude. These will be in London central, Woking & perhaps Birmingham if there is enough interest to take the trip.

Email me or contact me on my UK number 07340716336.  You can also follow me on twitter or join my mailing list.  See my spanking gallery here. 

 

Mr Possum, my travelling companion has tasted the delights of lovely English bottom flesh too. He was tight-lipped about details as a gentleman should be but he did have an extra twinkle in his eye and spring in his step after enjoying the company of Lily Ann last week. He has a few more lined up spankees. We are in the process of setting up a blog for him to tell his own tales, publish his prolific spanking stories and talk about the Australian scene. Keep an eye out for that.

 

New Disciplinary tools

Meantime, I have ordered several new implements from David at Quality Control and have my eye on several more from The London Tanner. I am hoping to meet a few other implement makers while I am here. I will be eager to test them out so let me know if you are keen to offer me your bottom in a session. I see people of all genders.

A big thank you to all those of you who have reached out to make me feel welcome, offered to play tour guide and proffer tips about the local scene. Please keep the invitations to spanking parties and events coming.

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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Chapter 4: A New Understanding

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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.

Read more chapters here.    If you would like to add your own stories to this site, please do contact me.

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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

If you would like to submit your stories to my site, contact me here.

Lady spanked mirrorIMG_7257-2 copySome of my own stories are pure spanking scene and others of mine diverge a little.  I quite enjoy scenes that include the humiliation of punishment and sometimes stray into dubious territory of blackmail.  “If you don’t take this discipline, that you thoroughly deserve and is really for your own good, I will tell your parents… include the police… have to fire you… tell your wife… etc.”  Something about the humiliation of being forced to comply really works for me.  Corner time and being made to strip naked against all desire to keep dignity… oh yes!

Spankee Artemisia

Spankee Artemisia

Spanking stories, of course, are limited in that they only tap into the fantasy of spanking role plays.  In reality, spanking scenes can actually be a lot more varied than that.  Sometimes one just wants a sensual slow build up that leads to a crescendo of blissfully painful cane strokes… This can not only lead to a feeling of release but, with intentional breath work, can lead to quite deliriously ecstatic states of being.

Sometimes, one needs a thorough and harsh punishment that brooks no nonsense.  Sometimes one wants to tap into role play or re-live a favourite formative moment.  Sometimes spanking needs to be exactly just so in order to scratch a fetishistic itch.  I like to play with all these possibilities at different times.

If you would like to be part of Mr Possum’s, or my own, grand London spanking adventure, please do contact me to make arrangements.

Nov 182015
 

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

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Zoe Montana spanking Pandora Blake

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

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

 

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Pandora Blake

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

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

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Pandora Blake

 

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

 

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Pandora Blake

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

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

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

 

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Zoe Montana gives Pandora Blake a taste of the hairbrush

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

 

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Artemisia’s play space

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

Electra Amore

Electra Amore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Artemisia about to discipline Zoe Montanta & Molly Malone

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

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

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

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

Apr 272015
 

 

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

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

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

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

We are particularly fond of:

  • Corporal punishment and discipline sessions

  • Cock & Ball Torture

  • Golden Showers

  • Humiliation, Objectification & Degradation

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


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

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

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

     

 

Dec 042014
 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which Session is for me? 

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

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

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

Note: Mistress sessions are not full service.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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


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

 

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Sep 272014
 

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yes.’

‘Yes who?‘

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

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

‘Yes Ma’am‘  he said dismayed.

‘Good boy’.

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

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

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

I paused to let that sink in.

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

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

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

Paul shifted his weight slightly but did not comment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Good.  Now what else have you learned?’

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

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

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

Paul groaned.  ‘I can’t!’ he said.

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

There was silence as he considered this.

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

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

Eventually he found them and presented them to me.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yes Ma’am,‘ he gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sep 272014
 

Australian Disciplinarian

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

‘All of it!’ I said sternly, as he struggled to swallow another large mouthful of gloopy, cold porridge.   Paul, a lean but muscular man in his 40’s, loosened his imported grey & cream silk tie and looked up at me sullenly from his seat at the kitchen table.  He ran a hand through his cropped walnut hair with perfectly manicured fingers and wrinkled his nose in distaste.  He stared up at me, an unspoken protest in his hazel eyes and a crimson frustration on his pale white cheeks but chewed on with silent determination.

Out there, in the corporate world, he was a manager.  He was the type who was so self assured he never questioned his entitlement to bark orders, have others run his errands and to plonk himself down in the most comfortable seat without a thought for anyone else. He was used to having others do as he told them.

Here he obeyed me.  He didn’t dare not to.

‘Fifty chews before each swallow,‘ I ordered him,  ‘I want you to meditate on each mouthful and remember how you got yourself into this situation.’

He sighed heavily but obediently spooned another mouthful of claggy oats into his mouth and began chewing resentfully.   The sound of his rhythmic munching matched the ticking of the gilded clock on the wall above his head.  I counted in a clipped tone to ensure he knew I meant exactly what I had said.  50 chews.  No more, no less.

Two springy rattan canes rested on the bench in front of him reminding him of what was to come.  One junior cane, 8mm in diameter and 60cm long for so-called lighter strokes and one senior cane at 10 mm thick, 80cm long, heavy enough to make a decent impact on the flesh that one would not forget in a hurry.

Paul couldn’t get out of the punishment but how many cuts he received, depended on how well he took the rest of his discipline and how satisfied I was that he had learned his lesson.

I ran my palms down the thighs of my fitted skirt to straighten out imaginary wrinkles, cleared my throat in a prim, lady-like manner and leaned down towards him.  My cream shirt, though buttoned sensibly did little to hide my large round breasts.  Nothing I wore ever managed to hide them.  They just rebelliously protruded with alarming regularity.

‘After each mouthful is swallowed I want you to say, “I will never be ungrateful for my wife’s cooking again”, do you understand me?‘  I ordered in a calm, no nonsense tone.  ‘Your wife has sent you to me to correct the behavior that is destroying your relationship and you will not leave here until I am convinced your behavior is permanently corrected’.

He nodded, chewed for a little longer, swallowed and repeated quietly, ‘I will never be ungrateful for my wife’s cooking again’.

‘Loud and clear please, say it again so I can hear you properly’.

He blushed, an internal struggle on his face as he felt the injustice of his position.

I bent down to pick up the junior cane and flex it provocatively.  ‘It seems you are not taking this seriously Paul.  Perhaps you need six of the best to motivate you?  Stand up, drop your trousers’.

His eyes widened in protest, ‘But I did what you said!’ he complained.

‘Why are you arguing with me?  Is that doing as I say?’ I said with one raised eyebrow.  ‘Need I remind you that you agreed to this Paul?  It is unconventional marriage therapy but extremely effective.  You need to convince me you are thoroughly reformed before your wife, my sister, will take you back.  The more you resist, the longer this will take… and the redder your bottom will be.  I suggest you do not keep me waiting’.

He visibly swallowed the words he longed to say, this educated man used to having his own way…  Used to having female personal assistants do his bidding… Used to taking his wife for granted in a million little ways…

I calmly stared him down until he complied.  He stood up, pushed the wooden chair back making a dramatic scraping sound against the pristine white tiles and began fumbling with the clasp on his back leather belt.

‘Look is this really necessary?  Can’t you just cane me over my pants?‘  his embarrassment at being treated like a naughty little boy causing his voice to crack a little.

‘You do realise that delaying will do nothing to get you out of this Paul?‘ I replied ignoring his discomfort.

The strap will adjust your attitude

He sighed heavily again and removed the belt entirely, folding it neatly on the table  beside him and then when he could find nothing else left to delay the matter, he reluctantly dropped his perfectly creased, pinstriped pants. He stood there looking at me, waiting for his next instruction.

I let the corner of my mouth curl in the hint of a satisfied smile.  I leaned back, arms folded across my breasts and looked at the image before me.  Paul still had his crisp white office shirt and pinstriped vest on, his tie loosened around his neck but his pants made an appealing pool around his ankles and shiny, black polished shoes.  He looked distractingly appealing in those gray cotton briefs.  He was an attractive man.

He would make a beautiful husband for my sister Clara if he could only be taught to respect women.  He was single child whose mother had doted on him and he took his wife’s efforts in their relationship for granted as a result.  His attitude was also causing problems amongst the female staff at work.

What it came down to is that he was spoilt.  I am a firm believer that it is never too late to take a man over my knee and give him a sound spanking.  Strict discipline is thoroughly under-rated in today’s politically correct world.  I had seen my sister suffering in her relationship with Paul and eventually she became so exasperated that she came around to my way of thinking.  We had put our heads together to plot a way to get Paul the behavior correction he so clearly needed.

‘Since this is your first ever corporal punishment experience Paul, we will begin with a thorough hand spanking to warm up your flesh.  This is a kindness on my part for which you should be grateful.

He just stood there silently.

‘When someone is kind to you Paul, it is polite to say thank you’.
He hesitated.

‘Thank you,‘  he mumbled.

‘Thank you who?‘ I asked?

He just looked confused.

‘Thank you Ma’am,‘  I instructed. ‘For the remainder of our time together you will always refer to me as ma’am to remind you of your place’.

‘Yes… Yes, ma’am,‘ he said not sure if I was joking of not.  He would soon discover I was deadly serious.

Fetch me that chair,‘ I said pointing to the one he had previously occupied.

He complied, turning to give me a lovely view of his perfectly formed buttocks as he shuffled across the floor compensating for the fact that his pants were playing the part of shackles around his ankles.

He placed the chair in the centre of the room and stood back to give me access.  His full attention was on me.  This was an improvement from his usual oblivious selfishness.

Your bottom will smart for a week!

I, took my suit jacket off and hung it neatly over the back of the chair and sat down, straight backed and proper.  I rolled up my shirt sleeves, adjusted my pearl necklace and slid my skirt up a little to make myself more comfortable.  As I did so, a little more of my nylon clad thighs became visible.  I pretended not to notice and patted my leg.

“Lean over my lap Paul.  Place yourself so your bottom is in easy reach of my right hand’.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes who?‘  I purred dangerously.

‘Yes Ma’am,‘  He quickly corrected himself and awkwardly tried to lay himself over my lap.   I had to grasp his waist firmly and pull him closer to me to ensure he did not fall off.

This is for your own good you know Paul,‘ I said leaning forward and neatly pulling down his underwear to expose his pale round bottom.

‘Now look here,‘ said Paul wriggling himself free and standing up indignantly, ‘ I have agreed to submit to your unusual methods because it is the only way that I can get my wife back, but you are her sister!  My sister in law!  I have to see you at Christmas dinners and social events!  I did not not agree to be humiliated like this!  It is just not right that you pull down my underwear!’

‘You did agree to do whatever it takes to convince me you are worthy of Clara, Paul.  She is my little sister and looks up to my opinion in these matters.  If I tell her you are contrite and truly sorry then she will give you another chance.

However, you are right, you do not have to go ahead.  You can leave at any time.‘  I said picking up my mobile phone and searching for Clara’s number.   I soon found her plump smiling face in amongst my contacts.  Her deceptively cherubic face framed by neat blonde hair tied back in a sensible ponytail.

‘Look!’  I said holding up the phone so he could have a good look at her image.  Her large soft eyes, porcelain skin and impressive cleavage reminding him how much she meant to him.

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She was definitely my sister!  We looked very much alike.  We both sported womanly curves, and a mature sort of attractiveness, though I was a little taller and 3 years older.  She was 35 now and running out of time to have children.  She needed  her husband to grow up so he could become good father material.  Something he clearly wasn’t going to be capable of if he was still acting like a child himself.

‘We can video call her right now and tell her you’ve called the whole thing off if you would prefer,’ I said matter-of-fact.

I pressed dial before he could answer and his eyes widened.  The phone took a moment to register and then began to ring.

One… then two rings…

‘No dont call her!  Just give me a minute!  Can’t we be reasonable about this?‘  He pleaded, trousers still around his ankles.

I just continued to hold the phone so he could clearly see it was still ringing while I calmly stared him down.  We both knew she could answer at any second.

‘Ok!  I’ll do it!  Just hang up.  I’ll do as you say.‘  he conceded desperately.

‘Yes you will,’ I smiled smugly, enjoying his consternation, and clicked the red disconnect button with my thumb.  ‘And for making such a fuss I have decided it will be two sets of six cane strokes.  Now quickly, stop wasting my time, bend over my lap’.

‘Yes… Ma’am’, he said remembering the Ma’am part just in time.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the tiles and nodded towards my thighs.  “Assume the position then.  Quick smart.”

He reluctantly complied, a look of disbelief that this was actually happening on his face.

Once he was firmly back in place, I sat there silent for just a moment, letting the anticipation build.  Paul had never been spanked in his life, let alone caned.  I was going to thoroughly enjoy breaking in his virgin bottom.

The stinging slap echoed through the kitchen, bouncing off the neat rows of china dishes and spice jars.   Paul jolted.

I remained silent and waited, letting the sensation sink in…  Letting the uncertainty of my next move build in his mind…

‘How many spanks will there be Ma’am?‘  he asked.

‘I think three rounds of three minutes each.  Each round will get a little firmer than the last until you are well and truly red and sore.  I will see if I think you need more at the end of that’.

‘Is that a lot Ma’am?‘  he asked, trying not to word his question in a way that would not provoke me further.

‘It is a light-average warm up.  Since this is your first time receiving this sort of discipline we will need to see how you bottom responds and proceed accordingly’.

I reached my hand into my jacket pocket, and retrieved an egg timer.  I then leaned down  and placed it in front of Paul on the floor.  ‘When the sand runs out we will stop for a break’.

Slap!  My cupped hand delivered another stinging blow, this time to his right buttock.  My hand print showed red against his snowy cheek.

Slowly at first I delivered a rhythmic succession of firm but not extraordinarily hard thwacks.  First one buttock and then the other… Paul was doing his best to take this alien experience with a manly stoicism.

No nonsense discipline

Smack! Smack! Smack!  I leisurely treated each cheek to equal treatment, pausing between each sharp slap to let Paul fully absorb the sensation.  He took his first ever hand spanking in stiff silence with his eyes fixed on the grains tumbling through the narrow necked egg timer.  Eventually the last granule slipped through and I ceased my first round.

Paul’s muscles relaxed and slumped forward.  I made a mental note.  We would need to work on his posture too but for now he had taken his punishment well.

‘Very good Paul.  We are beginning to get somewhere.  Two more rounds of that and then we will begin in earnest’.

He grunted but did not reply.  I gave his bottom a good rub since his hands were occupied holding himself up.  I generously kneaded for a good minute and then remembering how he had showed so little consideration for Clara, abruptly decided that was enough molly coddling.

‘Ok, now for round two’.

This time I did not wait for him to brace himself.  I just began a steady drumming against his flesh.  Faster this time and quite a lot harder.  He began to curl up on his toes, clench his buttocks and holding his breath but not making a sound.

Amused at his inexperience, I noticed how he was making things more difficult for himself. ‘It will hurt less if you remember to breath and relax your muscles Paul,’ I said over the top of stinging spanks. He didn’t pay any attention, too overwhelmed by the painful indignity he was being subjected to to comprehend what I was saying.  I just shrugged and continued to lay into his pretty flesh.

I steadily built the intensity as the punishment wore on.  By the end of two minutes he was twisting his hips slightly to get away from each blow.  As we got closer to three he began letting out involuntary grunts with each blow.

‘Ten seconds to go I said turning the heat up even further with a volley of smarting spanks.  I heard his gasp and he begin to wiggle as his composure started to slip.

Five more seconds… 4… 3… 2… 1…

His breath was a valve letting out bottled up steam as I stopped hitting him and gave his bottom another rub.  He slumped in momentary relief.

‘Do you remember why you are receiving this discipline Paul?‘
‘Yes Ma’am, for disrespecting my wife Ma’am’.  He said breathing faster than usual.

‘Yes that is correct, what was it you said about her cooking again?‘  I said reaching down into my briefcase and removing a printed out email.

‘I… I can’t remember exactly,’  more than a hint of nervousness in his voice.

‘Let me remind you then shall I?,”  I said using his back like it was my desk.  ‘You said, her champignon chowder was as flavorless as porridge.  Apparently your work colleagues found this rather amusing.  You all got a jolly laugh at her expense after she slaved away over a hot stove all afternoon for you.  Isn’t that right?’

‘Well yes when you put it that way it does sound rather bad.  I was just trying to get a laugh.  Lighten the tension you know.  It was important for the business deal’.

‘Is the business deal so important that you would sacrifice your Clara’s dignity to seal it?‘ I asked deceptively mildly.

‘Ah no, I guess not’.

‘She also has a full time job you know and yet every evening she comes home and cooks dinner for you both while you loosen your belt in front of the TV with your feet on the coffee table.  She goes to all the trouble of cooking a lovely meal for your work colleagues to help you seal the deal you so desperately want and all you can do is humiliate her by publicly making her the butt of a joke.  A joke in poor taste at that.  What do you have to say for yourself?’

‘Well, in my defense it really was a bland chowder,‘  he argued missing the point entirely.

I sighed, ‘ It looks as though I will need to clear my calendar for the rest of the week.  You are such a slow learner that we may need to repeat this process every evening until you finally understand the gravity of your behavior and how it is destroying your marriage’.

‘Look I am sorry.  I do get it.  It wasn’t a nice thing to say.  I will take care not to be so flippant in future,‘  Paul quickly corrected himself.

‘Hmmm… we’ll see,‘ I responded in a voice clearly unconvinced, running my fingers along the fold creases of the email.

It seems this problem is a lot deeper than just one incident though isn’t it.  There is a real pattern of behavior that needs correcting from the foundation up.  Clara has some other complaints.  Let’s see what they are shall we?’

Paul shifted nervously, still awkwardly draped across my lap.

‘1. Laziness at home.

  1. Not following instructions when asked to help
  2. Being ungrateful, especially about cooking
  3. Being too consumed by your work and yourself
  4. Demanding intimate relations

‘My, my Paul, this does seem to be a deep seated problem doesn’t it.  I want to you think about these complaints and how you can improve yourself if you want to ever feel the sweet arms of my sister around you again.  I want to you to think long and hard while you receive your next round of spanking.

Without warning I began to spank him as hard and fast as I could without pause for the next three minutes.  I have a lot of practice correcting the behavior of errant husbands so my arm is quite strong.  This time he soon forgot his dignity and squirmed trying to get away from my hand.  With one smooth movement I adjusted Paul so he was only draped over one thigh while the other stocking-clad leg wrapped over the top of his to hold him solidly in place.  Then I just continued dispassionately, determined to teach him a lesson.

He was really feeling the effects of being reduced to a naughty boy now!  Unable to squirm away and unable to stop moans of pain escaping his lips, he no longer resembled the arrogant man who had earlier entered my kitchen.  He looked like the naughty little boy he was.
Last ten seconds, I said and really drew on my reserves to lay into him.

9…. 8… 7…

Paul grunted with each solid thwack.

6… 5… 4…

I had to really hold him still now…

3… 2… 1…

I stopped as suddenly as I had begun and gave myself a moment to catch my breath.  Paul just lay there panting and limp.  He would have to learn to take his punishment with more dignity in future.

After a moments pause, I untwined my leg from his and helped him up and gave him a chance to rub his own swollen, red bottom this time.  It really was blushing furiously now.  By the look on his face it was really smarting.

I stood up, straightened my skirt and brushed back a blonde curl that had managed to escape my tidy bun.  I stood unimpressed with my hands on my hips waiting for Paul to stop massaging his buttocks and give his attention back to me.

After giving him a moment to orient himself I reminded him, ‘This isn’t over yet Paul.  I want you to sit down and continue eating that whole bowl of cold porridge, meditate on why you are here for 50 whole chews per mouthful and thank me gratefully for feeding you between each bite.  Do you understand?‘

He nodded.  It did seem to be finally dawning on him how serious I was about this.  He went to pull up his pants.

‘uh-uh,‘ I shook my head.  You will remain trouser-less until this ordeal is over.  You may remove your shoes and pants entirely and fold them neatly.

He nodded, defeated and bent down to do as I said.

‘You may put them neatly in the laundry basket for now,‘ I instructed.

He did as he was told.  After placing his belonging neatly in the basket he came back and stood in front of me waiting to be told what to do.  His eyes were fixed on his toes.

‘Good’, I observed to myself,  ‘He is learning to follow instructions’.

‘Sit down Paul, there is still the matter of the porridge’.

He  sat down much more contritely this time, gingerly adjusting his sore bottom on the hard wooden chair and he began to eat.

I stood over him the whole time, watching like a hawk and counting his chews.  ‘You had better make sure you chew exactly 50 times or else I will add extra cane strokes for each chew you miss,‘  I threatened.

Glumly he continued, completely focused on getting it right.  “Thank you for the porridge Ma’am.  I will never be ungrateful for my wife’s cooking again,’ he parroted at the end of each swallow.  I was starting to believe it was sinking in.  However there were other items on that list of complaints from Clara so this was far from over yet.

Eventually he gulped down the last bit of porridge and I allowed him a glass of water.  He even thanked me without being asked to.  A definite improvement.

‘Now we are going to move onto the actual punishment Paul, I said eyeing the canes.

SEE PART TWO HERE…

Read other spanking and discipline stories here including: Ella is Taught a Lesson in Lady-like Behaviour: Punished by her half sister.

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

Sep 112014
 

 

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

If you have trouble reading the image, it says:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Artemisia de Vine

Artemisia de Vine

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

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Jun 082014
 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you understand?” he repeated sternly.

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

******

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

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

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

Mar 052014
 

Artemisia de Vine conscious kink logoDe Vine by name and divine by nature.  I believe each form of life has the spark of divinity within them and I am no exception.  Neither are you.  I identify as a Goddess of conscious kink.  I have a Goddess persona.

In this persona I am deliberately playing with gendered archetypes.  The truth is anyone of any sex or gender can tap into these archetypes and have a powerful experience.  We all contain within us the full spectrum of possibilities.  My intention here is to draw out these aspects of myself and embody them so that you can have a chance to explore your relationship to them.  I become the mirror you can consciously interact with.

Like the Goddesses of myth, I have many forms and tap into many universal archetypes… Mother, Destroyer, Nurturer, Devourer, Queen, Siren, Seductress, Leader, Warrior, Demoness, Maiden… the moods of the sea… Your greatest ecstasy and your worst nightmare.   The holy grail.

A Goddess knows she does not have to be hard to be powerful and takes her pleasure as she pleases. She doesn’t fit neatly into categories like dominant and submissive… straight or gay… dark or light… vanilla or kink… She has a greedy appreciation of the lot.  She accesses the full spectrum of archetypes consciously and can use any colour on the personality palette to weave her play scene or ritual.

 websitebackground0.gifA Goddess of Conscious Kink is Sex, Death and Rebirth in all its cycles.

How do you feel when you think of these archetypes?  Are you humbled and want to worship her in reverence and awe?  Do you feel helpless like a small boat on the angry sea?  Do you feel the urge to control her?  Punish her?  Beg for her attentions or mercy?  What if we could consciously create a space where we could explore all of those aspects in erotic role play?  What if we could be truly honest about the complex relationship we have to these archetypes and explore the different forms they take through kink play… power play… sadomasochism… sensuality?

In my Goddess persona, I create spaces for people who want to encompass, express and experience the full spectrum or a specific aspect with awareness.

 

Artemisia de Vine antique queen final kinklogoHow is a Kinky Goddess Session Different to a Typical Dominatrix Session? 

The main difference is the intention behind the session.  We intend to consciously explore archetypes of gender,  power and desire in a slightly different way than traditional Mistress sessions.

There is nothing at all wrong with traditional Mistress sessions and I offer those too.  If that is more to  your taste then see here…

Goddess sessions tend to be more ceremonial in nature and allow for more conscious exploration of the esoteric aspects of kink, BDSM and beyond.  It  works really well with tantric techniques, ritual, Goddess worship, pain, ordeal,  initiation, role play, psychodrama, sensory deprivation, physical restriction, service ceremonies and conscious erotic shadow exploration.  I am adept at designing and creating Conscious Kink rituals to really explore the potential of our erotic shadow.

While any variety of traditional BDSM activities can be included in these sessions, they are approached with a different flavor… more mindful… more focus on states of consciousness… a clear intention for the session…connecting to  and exploring our whole selves during play, including mind, body, spirit.

Each session is negotiated  and designed individually depending on the intent and purpose.

Read more about Conscious Kink here… 

 

diamond pussy CK logo2Can you give me examples of some sessions?

A great example is the Goddess Worship Ceremony.   This session suits those that are aroused by and/or drawn to being in worshipful service. It is an opportunity to mindfully enter into a state of being that allows you to feel the honor of worship with a meditative attention to detail and an embodied awareness of every exquisite and/or excruciating moment.  For the length of the session I become your entire world.  Everything else falls away.  There is nothing but your complete service to me.

We begin with you naked before me and I guide you into a mindful state of being through breath, ceremony and deliberate symbolic acts.  I have you reverently bathe my feet with warm scented water… teaching you exactly how to touch to give, not to take… teaching you how I wish to be served… As you enter deeper and deeper into the state of worship, recognising and honoring the divine spark in me… surrendering and letting go… opening deeper and deeper… you are gradually allowed to earn the right to bathe more and more of my body…

Once you have entered the right state and I am happy with your touch, you are instructed how to use your mouth in worship… until you are in full service to every nook and cranny I desire… for as long as I desire…

For some people this remains a sensual worship… some are honored with the privilege of drinking the Goddess’s golden nectar…  For others it becomes an ordeal where they feel used…  perhaps restrained… having their face sat on while the Goddess is indifferent to their efforts to please her… Perhaps in your fantasies The Goddess is cruel, forcing you to worship with no concern for your comfort or desire… or perhaps she is motherly and nurturing… or seductively dangerous and in control… Perhaps a regal queen…  All this is negotiated.  We deliberately access the aspects we both agree to explore.

TraySadomasochist Goddess Ceremony Perhaps you are more of a masochist and desire to feel helpless while offering up your pain as an act of worship to the Goddess?  CBT? Bondage? Caning? Flogging? Nipple torture?  If so you will also be guided into an mindful state where you use each breath to offer up your pain in sacrifice.  You have the opportunity to dedicate your session to a specific intention should you choose.  Again the session here is focused very much on accessing certain states of embodied consciousness.   

FurnitureSwitch Power Play and Role Play Ceremony Perhaps you are more suited to a scenario where you explore your relationship to the Goddess through role play and power play… Perhaps you are in control or perhaps I am…  Maybe we switch… What attitude towards the Goddess are you drawn to explore?  Are there aspects of humiliation and degradation?  Of forcing desired acts?  Do you want to explore age play?   Or other themes of power and desire?

Again this is clearly negotiated and entered into with awareness.  We have a clear beginning and end and bring it all back full circle to mutual respect at the end.  It is a chance to let ourselves fully enter into a particular role and experience “what is” for the agreed span of time.  This can be very powerful not to mention seriously hot! 

Mistress high heelsAre you the Goddess? Perhaps you want to explore drawing on the Goddess archetypes within you?  In this session you would be guided into a deep experience of drawing out the chosen archetype within you by using some simple but very powerful, guided, mindful, embodiment exercises.  Once you are deeply in your persona we can explore erotic and/or power play together in that state.  Perhaps through being the slut, the object of objectification, degradation, desire or just feeling the joy of sensual satins on your skin by wearing clothes traditionally seen as feminine… What would it be like for you to be worshipped or reviled as Goddess?  So many possibilities!

These are just a few examples of how a Goddess session could look.  Each session is designed around the unique wiring of both of us.  We find where we overlap and agree on an intention and work out a scenario from there.

 

Do I have to be religious or new age to benefit these sessions? 

Absolutely not!  I do not impose my beliefs on you.  You do however need to be drawn to a session where the spark of life within each or us is seen as something worth honoring.  From there we can design a session around your particular worldview and intentions taking into account your personal boundaries and beliefs.  However these sessions do tend to appeal to those who are into yoga, meditation and appreciate the mind, body, spirit connection.  They suit those who enjoy the journey of deep self discovery and connection.

 

dominatrix cropped textWhat about chakras and energy work?

Yes I believe in these things and am experienced in using them in a kinky context.  We can include this side of things if you choose to but this is done with your consent, not inflicted on you.  I find the more aspects of us we include in our kink play, the more profound the experience.  However I cannot predict how you will experience this as it is different from person to person and session to session.  I can guide you into this aspect of kink play… or not… depending on your inclinations and our agreed on intention.

I draw on aspects of tantra, taoism, sexual shamanic traditions, meditation, various erotic body-mind techniques.  Mostly it is about deepening the states of consciousness possible and engaging all of us with awareness and intention.

 

Do these sessions include PIV (penis/dildo in vagina) sex? 

Usually not but occasionally it feels right for a session to include this.  I am not at all against this kind of sex!  It is however my experience that when PIV becomes involved it often becomes the main focus and the richness of the kink is missed.   It is my experience that in most scenarios, the places we travel to together become so much deeper when PIV is taken off the table.  Furthermore, sometimes sex is simply completely irrelevant to the head space we are aiming to achieve.

Having said this, occasionally it does feel exactly the right thing to do for a particular scenario.  I am happy to include PIV sex when I feel that it would honestly enhance the experience and not detract from it.   And, quite frankly, if I feel like it.  A Goddess tends not to do anything she doesn’t want to whether or not she is playing the submissive or dominant role.   I do charge extra for sexual sessions.

 

venus 3Sounds great!  How do I arrange a session?

We need to have a chat on the phone to work out the best way we can play together.  I will guide you through working out the best kind of scenario for you. This really needs to be done by phone because we need to get a feel for each other.   You can shoot me an initial email at artemisia@consciouskink.com to sound out the basics of the kind of session you are after but we will need to speak in person to negotiate.

Call me between 10:30am-8pm Mon-Friday on 0420 415 658.

You can check out location, prices and practical details here…

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Dec 162013
 

 

Temptation logoPleased to announce my upcoming workshops at the Celebrating Sexuality Conference  just outside Melbourne in Feb 14-16.

It is a two-hour introduction to my more in-depth 2 day workshop on this topic.   If you are interested in attending the more extensive version of this or other workshops, be sure to join my mailing list to find out when they are being held.

Artemisia de Vine Goddess of Conscious Kink & the Erotic Arts presents: Embracing our Erotic Shadows through Fantasy & Role Play.

Professional dominatrix, switch & practitioner of the conscious erotic arts, Artemisia brings her expertise and passion for entering into the deeper realms of kink play to life in this workshop.

In this workshop, Artemisia introduces the idea of consciously using role play to engage our vulnerable, hidden, erotic shadows and “forbidden” sexuality in a way that benefits ourselves and our loved ones and allows us to form a deeper, more aware relationship with our shadow selves. She guides you through fun but potent exercises and provides practical tools for creating role play scenes and rituals. There is no nudity and you do not have to share your personal erotic fantasies. Engage in the practical exercises only to whatever level you choose to.

Fantasies often get a bad rap amongst tantra circles as something that takes us away from being fully present and embodied with ourselves and our lovers. Sexual fantasies are toted as acceptable in popular culture but very rarely is their potential to access healing, personal growth and spirituality ever talked about or explored. Often our sexual fantasies are different to our lovers and it can be quite scary to share them. We quite often don’t want to admit we have them ourselves because the nature of fantasy is that of strange dream-like desires, images and urges that drift up from our unconscious mind only when we are aroused. In fantasy we act in ways towards ourselves and each other in way we may not really want to in everyday life. This can be confusing and a source of shame. Artemisia presents an accessible but powerful ways of embracing our shadow selves through fantasy, erotic role play rituals.

Artemisia is a professional and lifestyle kinkster, sex worker, somatic sex coach, workshop facilitator, public speaker, blogger and aspiring author. Trained in sexological bodywork, various forms of neo-tantra, lomi lomi bodywork, BDSM and draws on various esoteric erotic traditions. Her whole life is dedicated to passionately exploring and sharing the erotic arts in aware and delicious ways.

Should you enjoy this introductory workshop and want to explore deeper, Artemisia offers more in-depth one-on-one sessions and lessons and a far more in-depth 2 day workshop on this topic.  Join her mailing list to hear about upcoming opportunities and browse her Conscious Kink website for current offerings.

Nov 092013
 

Temptation logoAs a professional Dominatrix, ocassional switch and educator in the world of conscious kink, I am often asked how I can possibly thoroughly enjoy play sessions that intentionally humiliate or embarrass my play partner.  How can I be invested in a loving, self-aware path that focuses on mindfulness and embodied meditation and also be into objectifying, degrading, controlling and belittling another human being?

Warning!  This blog discusses explicit adult themes of a fetish, BDSM and kink nature.   

It’s true that I am both a person who strives for integrity and cares deeply for the well-being of my play partners while at the same time I find it incredibly hot to make them perform erotically humiliating acts.  It’s one of my specialties and personal core erotic themes.  I am a humiliatrix.  I even like to some times, with the right partner, switch roles.  Embarrassment, power and eroticism frequently go hand in hand.

Being conscious about kink certainly doesn’t mean “light  and fluffy” BDSM only.  Delving into the feeling of danger and mystery can often be what ignites our erotic play… taking risks… peeking into the dark crevices of our souls…  exploring power or intensity can be what gives a session its bite and heat… carving a delicious memory into our flesh that lasts a life time.    

It could be as simple as having to bare your bottom and bend over for a thorough spanking… being anally taken by a strap on… forced to worship my feet… verbal put downs from mild  to intense…. being made to kneel… spat on… called names… small cock humiliation… put in degrading positions… being made to eat out of a dog bowl…  forced to drink golden showers…  being treated like a sissy slut…  being tied up, teased and laughed at about how turned on you are and how you are never going to be allowed to actually touch the body in front of you… and far more intense, explicit things I won’t go into here. 

shadow04Erotic Shadows

Conscious kink is not about sanitising that… It is about engaging with it in a consensual and aware way that aims to have a positive effect on all involved and allows us to travel deeper into each moment.  It is about learning and harnessing skills to ride the wave rather than be rolled by it… and to enter states of being and, well, consciousness one cannot get to otherwise.  Consciously approaching kink play takes bravery to be self-aware, take self-responsibility and be the hero on your own erotic quest of self discovery.  Far from detracting from the experience, being conscious in BDSM play only makes it more potent.

Each of us have core erotic themes that run through our fantasies and erotic dream-scape.  Core erotic themes vary greatly from person to person and are very often made up of the parts of us that we have suppressed as part of our personal and cultural upbringing.   As we develop and adopt the socially acceptable ways of being and behaving in any given family or culture, some natural parts of us are deemed inappropriate.   Showing anger might be one… taking up too much body space might be another… openly expressing our sexuality might be another…  According to Carl Jung, all of these aspects of our personality are suppressed into our unconscious where we are no longer aware of it on  a day-to-day basis.   The qualities that are suppressed are called our shadow and contains both negative and positive aspects of us.   Our shadow becomes the part of us we can’t see yet has a huge impact on the way we feel, act and react all the time.

Creating shadows is a natural part of learning to belong to any culture but creating shadows also creates shame.  It’s pretty simple.   Suppressing certain aspects of us also creates shame about those aspects.   Our shadow self is made up of all these suppressed aspects.  We access our unconscious, where our shadow lives, through the images and feelings in day and night dreams, imagination and yes, our sexual fantasies.     

Core erotic themes vary greatly from person to person but we all have them  if we dig deep enough we find common flavors running through our sexual fantasies and none of them are politically correct.  Some people, have core erotic themes that are about longing, being desired, having power, being powerless and some of us have core erotic themes that are formed from the clay of humiliation, embarrassment and shame.   Even those that have non humiliation core erotic themes, may have a smattering of humiliation woven through their fantasies anyway.  It is not universal but is very common.   

portal spaceSexual Fantasy as Portal to the Unconscious

Our sexual fantasies are gateways to these suppressed aspects of ourselves because being aroused or in sub space or both, takes us into a different state of consciousness.  When in these head-spaces we think, feel and experience things differently.  In these states of consciousness the veil between unconscious self and conscious self is thinner.  The unconscious bleeds through and we start to think in the langauge of the unconscious… in dream language… in fantasy language… So we have sexual fantasy and shame hand in hand here…  We also have an opportunity  for  inner alchemy here.  To turn the base metals into gold…  All the ingredients are there.   We have an opportunity for the conscious and unconscious to co-operate and align if we choose to embrace our shadow in our erotically fuelled  and/or subspace altered state of consciousness.   

knickersSissy Sluts as an Example of Erotic Shadow 

Cis men into cross dressing are into it for a huge variety of reasons and not all of them have a core erotic theme based in humiliation.  Like-wise, not every one who has humiliation as a core erotic theme is into cross dressing.   I am just using cross dressing as a possible expression of someone who has humiliation as a core erotic theme in the example below.

A person born in a male body is socialised to “act like a man” and “man up” from the moment he is first put in his pale blue onesy as a baby.   Depending on the particular culture, subculture and family beliefs, the idea of how to ‘act like a man” will have various expressions.  Some common themes are not being allowed to wear pink, satin, frills, flowers, make up, or anything associated with being a “girl”.   Crying, showing emotion, forming intimate connections with mates where feelings are openly shared… skipping… moving the pelvis in a “feminine” way etc…  Along for the ride with this mentality is the idea that men are the “doers” in sex and women are the “done to”.   Sex inherently taints women but not men.  Being receptive is female…  Being penetrated is not a “manly” thing to do. 

These attributes and acts literally have to be trained  out of our boys to turn them into “men”.   That means the attributes were there to start with buthad to be suppressed. Many aspects of  masculinity have to be performed and reinforced and are often reinforced quite brutally.  I’m not saying there aren’t natural differences between people born with penises and those born with pussies, but I am saying there are clearly also some pretty strong socialisation processes.  Boys frequently bully each other the second they show any sign of being “girly”.  Being like a girl is the worst crime and is considered weak, submissive and pathetic.  It may even earn you a beating and being socially ostracized.   There is deep shame in showing any attributes considered feminine.  Having a “big cock” is the ultimate symbol of being a sexually virile manly man and is associated with dominance.

barbieAs a dominatrix, I see a lot of men who are incredibly turned on by being forced to wear girly, frilly panties.  They feel really turned on by being forced to do all those things normally considered “sissy” but have no idea why.  It is such a common pattern there is a common name for it.  It’s called a “sissy slut” session.  The sissy sluts who also have humiliation as part of their turn on want to feel all the girly things forbidden to them and be humiliated for it.   They want to feel sexually desired and objectified the way women often are.  They love the feel of the silky under things against their skin but for the humiliation themed sissies, it isn’t truly hot until they are mocked and degraded for it.   They want to not only be smeared in lipstick and made to take on the body language of girls but they want to be degraded and called a slut for it… forced to suck my strap on and then be used anally.   Some find having their cock mocked as small and useless is a real turn on.   Basically, living out their worst fears and transforming them into something pleasurable through eroticising them.

This is just a small sample of many possible forms humiliation sessions might take.  Anyone of any gender can enjoy humiliation play on either the giving or the recieving end.  Another example could be treated like an animal, caged  and collared… because likewise the aspects of us that are considered uncultured, raw and sexual are often correlated with “acting like an animal”.  

Another person may enjoy eroticising the feeling of being seen and used as just a sex object.   Some may secretly fantasise about being a trussed up like a naked, hog-tied, turkey in the middle of the boardroom table while surrounded with corporate types in suits observing and analyzing them.   Others enjoy the thought of  being de-humanised altogether and treated like a resource.  A thing.  Or actively scolded and dressed down.

It’s not always overtly erotic either.  It can be more about subspace and the state of consciousness people go when the mind is tricked into a state of open surrender.  Sub space = submission space and often ressembles the place meditators aim to access.  A surrender of the ego to let some other part of us take the driver’s seat.  

Humiliation is complex.  I won’t go into all the possible nuances here.  Some of us have it as a deeply rooted core erotic theme that will remain with us for the rest of their lives.  Others of us have other core erotic themes but have aspects of feeling shame and embarrassment threading through our secret masturbation fantasies like a spice that adds the kick.  It’s not surprising really given the mixed messages we are given about our sexuality from the get go.  It’s a source of wonder and great shame.  The sex Goddess is also the “slut” and the “whore”.  

thespianDoesn’t acting it out reinforce it?  How can that be conscious and healthy?

So what do we do with this?   I have met may a tantrika or well-meaning person who thinks we need to heal this aspect of ourselves.  While I agree that working through sexual shame is one of the great works of our era, I do not agree that  our sexual fantasies and consensual role plays should be “healed”.  That is, the aim of conscious kink as I see it, is not to make those uncomfortable fantasies go away.   To avoid embracing our politically incorrect turn ons would be to suppress those aspects of ourselves even further… creating an even stronger struggle between our conscious minds and our shadow selves.   Instead, I propose we embrace our shadow in a conscious, lusty, full power way with a cherry on top!

By creating safe spaces to bring out and explore our shadow selves in a play scene we are creating a container with a neat beginning, middle and end that allows us to let the usually suppressed parts of ourselves take the driver’s seat.  It is a ritual if you like, where we can create temporary, different rules and ways of being that we consent to with awareness.  Our subconscious doesn’t speak the same langauge or play by the same rules as our conscious minds.  In a play scene we are letting the language of the subconscious take over, or at least bleed through.   By acting these shadow aspects of ourselves out, we  create an opportunity to bring the paradoxical elements of ourselves into alignment.  The paradox never goes away but we learn to ride it and find the treasure at the heart of it.  It is right there in the point where darkness and light meet that the magic lies.  

The point is not to turn darkness into light.  Oh no!  Too much sweetness and light leads to spiritual diabetes.  The point is to ride the paradox and engage with it consciously.  

By bringing unconscious and conscious into alignment something powerful happens.  Our shadow is no longer, well unconsciously controlling our feelings, reactions, beliefs, relationships.   Instead, the conscious and unconscious are co operating and co creating.  The shadow becomes our ally rather than our feared monster under the bed and we have a sense of inner alignment.

This moment of paradox in alignment sometimes just happens accidentally without us ever consciously examining any of the whys and hows.   The play is enough on its own to create this effect.   If you are erotically drawn to something and you have the opportunity to live it out in a safe way with consenting adults, then go for it.  Follow those erotic cookie crumbs!  They are leading you to a deeper relationship with your shadow self.   However just doing it randomly is a bit hit and miss.  

If we enter into humiliation play with awareness and conscious intention, we have the potential to nudge the result into an even more effective and powerful place more often.  While there are never any guarentees, the result is far more likely to be empowering rather than reinforcing the status quo.  There is the world of difference between a client who comes to me like our play is a dirty secret, feels ashamed that he has this need, responds unconsciously by being shifty and sleazy and then turning on me afterwards, to a client who comes to me willing to be the hero on his own inner alchemy quest by exploring his Kink proclivities with awareness and taking self-responsibility.   The outcome of the two sessions are vastly different.

In the case of the sissy sluts, conscious kink creates a place to play with gender.   We don’t try to make it politically correct because that would actually kill the power of acting out our shadow selves.  Remember the unconscious is not politically correct and we need to allow space to give it voice.   By acting out our sissy slut, we come into a greater awareness and relationship with the suppressed so-called “girly” or “slutty” parts of ourselves.    Instead of then becoming revolted when men act in “girly” ways without knowing why, we begin to lose that knee jerk revulsion.  We then have more choice around how we interact with gender and allow those around us to interact with their own gender identity in whatever way they choose.  Being  sissy slut doesn’t stop beign a turn on for us and as far as I am concerned it shouldn’t.   What happens is we have a more aware, healthy relationship to our inner sissy slut that ripples out into our relationship with ourself and others in all areas of life. 

erotic themesPersonal Core Erotic Themes

Each of us has different core erotic themes so not every one will be drawn to explore humiliation scenes.   Of those into humiliation, there will be a huge variety of fantasies about how that might manifest in your hottest turn ons.   Certainly not everyone will be turned on by being a made into a sissy slut.  While many men go through the process of having the “girl” beaten out of them through socialisation, only some end up with sissy slut fantasies.   No one really knows why for sure.  

Perhaps instead your fantasies are based on being caught masturbating, or having the girl you fancy use her power over you to make you jump through hoops?   Being degraded and having your mouth used as a toilet…  Or simply being made to beg to be fucked…  Maybe you like role play where you are caught rifling through your neighbor’s  knicker draw and she threatens to tell your parents if you don’t do exactly as she says…  Maybe you fantasise about being naked in a board room full of corporate types in suits?  The scenarios are endless and I have become very creative in finding ways to tease out those hots spots in an individual’s core erotic theme.  

The reason that I am drawn to humiliation play is that is one of my own core erotic themes.  I get it.  I really get it.  My goodness did it take me a long time to be able to admit it!   I’m into degrading and erotically humiliating others and under the right circumstances, I’m turned on by having the tables turned.  Oh the shame of having humiliation and degradation as a turn on.  *Cue irony*

As an aside, It is also worth noting that having core erotic themes like humiliation, does not stop us from also accessing other forms of erotic pleasure like making love, sensuality, ecstatic erotically-fuelled trance states, kundalini experiences and more.   Fantasy and kink play is only one possible expression out of many.   If you only know how to be aroused from your core erotic theme and can’t access any other forms of erotic interaction, then I suggest going to a sexologcial bodyworker or other conscious sexuality professional and learning how to access even more potential within you.  More options  = more ways of playing and connecting with self and others. 

ying-yang-yin-x-250943 So what makes Conscious Kink humiliation play sessions any different? 

There are all sorts of skills from neo-tantra, mindfulness and other somatic embodiment practices that are helpful to enhance any sort of kink play.  There are all sorts of subtle ways of  moving into deeper relationship with self from various esoteric traditions and somatic body-mind techniques.  Techniques from tantra, yoga, mindfulness and transcendental meditation practices all translate well into kink play.  However,  a really great place to start is simply with intention and awareness.

Just being aware that this play is a opportunity to own our erotic shadow selves and make them an ally already makes a big difference to how we approach any session.   Having the intention to tune into and embrace our erotic shadow changes everything.

I find discussing and stating out loud our intention in a clear sentence or two before we begin has a subtle but potent impact on a play scene.  Our unconscious responds to our intentions in ways that ripple out into our lives in ways we can’t really pre-conceive.   Having the intention, to love and respect ourselves and consciously let go for a given amount of time to fully enter into a normally suppressed way of being, accepting ourselves and each other “warts and all” makes a big difference.  Being witnessed, accepted and held in our  secret, sexy, vulnerable, shameful places is huge!

This kind of play often leads to a way of being where our shadow selves start to work with us in everyday life rather than control us in unconscious ways, bursting out like volcanos in seemingly unconnected areas of our lives.  Personally, I have been blown away with just how powerful simple tools like intention and awareness have.

barbed candleConscious Kink as a Spiritual Path 

Each person has their own spiritual or existential perspective and far be it from me to tell you what to think.  You certainly don’t  have to adopt my take on spirituality for this process to work.   However, to me, the great soul work of being human is to fully experience being human and awaken to our full selves.  Awaken all the layers…  We often wander about in a sleep walk, living our pre-programmed social scripts and wonder why we feel dissatisfied.   The antidote is to wake up!

More and more people are waking up and truly living.  One of the key ways to do this is to befriend our shadow selves and turn it into an ally.    One excellent and effective way to do this is through accessing our sexuality… where the veils between the conscious and unconscious are naturally thinner and alignment is more easily achievable.

I am of the school of thought that we are not human beings having a spiritual experience but we are spiritual beings having a human experience.  That means everything is already sacred just the way it is.  However the ultimate experience is being conscious of and fully exploring our humanity with awareness of our inner spark of divinity.  We feel the most right, the most content and at “home” when we are in alignment with all aspects of ourselves.

Sounds good, so where do we start?  

So all this sounds really exciting and you’d like to play.   Start by thinking about the common themes running through your hottest, most forbidden fantasies.  The ones you hardly dare think about unless you are so aroused you are about to cum.   There will likely be lots of different scenarios you enjoy.  Take notice of what the underlying themes are.  What common ingredient makes it hot for you again and again no matter what shape the fantasy takes?   Break that down so you can clearly communicate it and consent to it, agreeing to safewords and after-care.

hand shakeConsent, Negotiation and Safe words

Humiliation is a volatile fantasy to play with.  It has to be very carefully discussed and consented to before hand because one person’s turn on is the next person’s traumatic experience.  I can’t emphasis enough how important it is to discuss a potential humiliation scene thoroughly and work out exactly what hits the hot buttons and which ones hit the genuine ouch buttons.   It is important for all parties involved to consent to certain activities, attitudes and understand the vibe of the individual player’s core erotic theme.  

No matter how much you plan, there is always a certain amount of risk in these kinds of games.  I get my play partners to actively acknowledge that risk and take self-responsibility for it.  Having a plan for if things go awry is really useful.    We agree to a safe word that can stop our play at any time if needed.  I ask my play partners not to use the safe word willy-nilly but to take three long, slow breaths before using it.  If they still need to use, it, go for it but make sure they need to.  Life isn’t all nice kittens and pie and sometimes the most challenging parts of the play turn out, in hindsight, to be what really gave it power.

My most immediate psychological “first aid” tool for if my play partner or I becomes triggered is to focus on breathing.   When an unexpected surge of emotion rises in us, as it sometimes does when working with erotic alchemy,  I get the person to focus completely on their breath.  Counting with them and guiding them to breath very slowly and fully.. letting the air fall all the way out before taking the next breath.   Doing this for ten breaths is often enough to shift the burst of emotive energy  to be able to talk about it and feel into what needs to happen next.  If what needs to happen is beyond my scope, I have the numbers of highly respected, kink-friendly counsellors and psychotherapists handy.

It’s also important to discuss after-care.  Even if my play partner is grinning from ear to ear at the end of our session, aftercare may be needed to bring things full circle.   It is good to discuss with the person what they need to reassure them they are a respected, valuable human being.  For some people suddenly becoming all nurturing at the end of the session would burst the bubble for them but for others, it is essential or they will feel weepy and empty for days.  There are no fixed rules so communication and risk aware experimentation is key.    Quite often a blanket, a cup of tea and a chance to de-brief about the experience is enough.

If your play partner is not experienced, it may help to seek out someone in the kink and/or tantra scene who is who can help you work it out.   The local kink scene often runs workshops and skill shares.  Or else you can book in for a professional session with a dominatrix or switch. Some professionals approach their play more consciously than others so ask questions until you find the right fit.  Many kink professionals are happy to see couples and guide them into a play session together.  

If you are looking to specifically learn the skills to take humiliation into the realm of conscious play as part of your personal journey into great self-awareness, personal transformation, discovery and alignment then there are people listed on my website who work in those areas offering everytign from counselling, workshops, and play sessions.   There is a book list on the resources section of my website.   You are also welcome to sign up to my mailing list to keep an eye out for upcoming workshops or book in for a personalised consultation or play session.  Skype sessions consultations available.  

Most of all, remember that while this kind of play can push boundaries and be challenging, it is also lots and lots of  fun and one hell of an adventure!   Good luck on your quest to discover even more of your inner world and get off in the process.  Yay for the paradox of holy smut!

 – Artemisia de Vine: Goddess of Conscious Kink

 

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