Plan and ensure you have all you need....

My play dates are usually elaborate and require a fair amount of planning and logistics as most of my play mates and partners are internationally based and scheduling is a nightmare. In addition my Master enjoys watching my play sessions via web cast, it plays to his well developed voyeuristic streak.

For my last session with Sir Segmen all had been planned, checked and double checked , shoes, equipment toys, laptop with camera's and sound and more....

It takes me forever to prepare for a major play session... the bathing and washing, shaving to ensure that all is smooth and soft, applying lotion, washing and drying my hair ( a two hour process on it's own) , polishing nails perfectly , applying make up to the instructed specifications and finally getting dressed.

Dressed up... posing with the great dane... lucky for me she is a female.

Getting into a corset and being laced into is a performance in itself... anyone who has ever had to be laced into a corset will attest to the fact that you need to hold on tightly to a door frame whilst being tugged and pulled to get the corset pulled as tight as most Dominants would prefer it to be. And once in the corset sitting down becomes a major challenge....

None the less , all of this has been accomplished well in time for our play date , all that remained was to walk across the yard in full regalia , balancing on 6 inch heels to the dungeon and present myself to Sir Segmen and to get the web cast started.

Tottering in my heels all excited I get the computer up and running and try and log on and nothing happens... freaking about not getting on line and being late I try another laptop... and still nothing. Then I check the amount of data available... nothing... the balance of the data had expired at midnight and I have nothing ... I cannot web cast for Master... ohhhhhh deary me,... and since it has been some time since Master has seen me being punished,i knew that not broadcasting was not an option... after begging forgiveness from him via yahoo on my mobile phone... I now had to beg Sir Segmen to please go to the store for me and get some data time...

Since I was all dressed up , if you can call being in a corset , stockings and killer heels dressed. I was not planning on going anywhere... Sir Segmen graciously agreed that we could go to the store, but that W/we had to go to the store and that I had to drive and needed to get out and buy the data time myself.

I was mortified....I begged him please please could he not go into the store for me , as I would certainly get arrested if I got out like that . Sir Segmen relented and agreed to let me wear jeans over the stockings but not much else...

Perched very upright ( due to corset) I drove to the closest store.. at the petrol station... mortified as I had to stop at a traffic light or two on the way and all the cars stopped next to us got a excellent view of my breast bulging in my corset on the verge of popping out...

A similar view to what the other drivers had...

Once at the store.. I wriggled out of the car ( which took forever) and tottered into the store in my corset and jeans covered by a light wrap ( just enough not to get arrested) and joined the line waiting to be served and purchase data time. Data time in hand... i thought my ordeal was over... wishful thinking...

As we turned into the road our house and the dungeon are on , Sir Segmen instructed me to stop the car and wriggle out of my jeans, I had to drive back to the house in only my corset for anyone to see and my complete mortification he instructed me that once I reached home I would have to get out and open the gate and then get back into the car and drive it in and close the gate again, in full view of passers by and the staff on the property . Bending to get out of the car with my pussy on full view balancing as to not fall flat ....

Shew... all of this... and the play had yet to start in full force... and since I had been remiss in not having all perfect for the session I was to receive additional punishment during play ....

More on the play tomorrow....

In position for my first spanking of the day !

Midlife Crisis

I am having a slight melt down as I lay here on my bed thinking about my upcoming birthday in less than two weeks time. I am greatly cheered by the fact that I am friends with so many ardent spankophiles and will in all likelihood get spanked soundly for the week leading to my birthday and hopefully for at least the week after.

I  think I am having a minor midlife crisis... what is it about turning 45 that is making me feel like this. Overnight I am wondering if I am to old to be behaving like this and to be plastering my soundly spanked bottom all over my blog? Should I be behaving with more decorum as becomes a woman of my age?

Will I ever get enough of being spanked? Am I to live with this continual craving for more... terrified of what I earn for myself regularly yet always seeking more and behaving badly, breaking the rules, not achieving my weight loss goals, making silly sports bets... all so I can receive my regular punishment... and what if my bottom starts to wrinkle? Will I be so eager to have it so boldly on display ?

What is the solution to this madness ? I know my standard reply ....... GO forth and earn a great good spanking... maybe it will force me to focus on my tender bottom instead of these ridiculous bouts of panic and self doubt....

Spanks and bubbles!

My all time favourite champagne in the world.... have just fallen in love with the beautiful flutes created for spring 2011

I have not been paying attention to my blog as I have been interviewing like mad for a new position and I have been confined to bed doped up on all sorts of medication! Which I am happy to announce I have just signed my contract for!  Now to have my celebratory spanking and a glass of champagne! Now the challenge is going to be where to fit in all the spanking and other lovely play as I will be so busy..... but there is always time for a spanking or punishment or two....

Pink bottom to match the lovely pink champagne

Holiday fun over back to reality!

Yeah, all back to normal after Easter, Freedom Day , Bank holidays for Royal Weddings, May Day ... life returns to normal and not a moment to soon. Our beloved HH is back from his vacation and I can start planning my maintenance spanking, and how do I need one!

I need a nice warm red bottom to calm me and ground me, I am so excited about the impending return of my slave that I can barely focus and I am terribly nervous waiting for a reply from all my job interviews that I am actually quiet scatty and batty!

I have already pestered HH early this morning asking him what his schedule looks like, now a quick conference with Master and a spanking shall be booked! Although this time HH has requested that I bring along a naughty girl to wait in the passage for her spanking... off to arrange that... the sooner I get all in place the quicker I shall feel all restored.

And my bottom will be pretty and pink as it should be...

craving a nice pink bottom!

Help me understand!

Today again I sit and read postings and remarks made, mainly by women, who cannot imagine that they will get shagged after a spanking and the person posing the question and request is being called a dirty lewd old man. I for one personally cannot understand being spanked and then not shagged. The only person that I allow to spank and cane me without shagging me is HH.

I see HH for many reasons, the most important is that he is the person who gave me my fist spanking and caning, before I acquired the spanking and sex combination habit. It has always been just about the spanking and caning with him, and I like it that way. I see HH for mental health reasons, his punishments help me reboot my body and mind. Anyone else must shag me after spanking me or there is no spanking.

However anyone else, this is how i like ending up or being for part of the time I get spanked. And I do like ending up naked and shagged well on top of my burny red bottom with all the added sensations that come with it.

My question is not trite at all, I really need to understand how you could not want to be shagged after a good punishment session. For me the shagging in a way adds to the humiliation and degradation of my punishment , when I am used as a toy and then told to get cleaned up or stay on display etc...

Please could someone explain the no sex thing to me... I feel there is way to little of both spanking and good sex going and way to much talking about both!

spanking and shagging required, far to few marks and not pink enough!

Does this bottom not just beg for a spanking!

Scarlett causing mischief!

Naughty girl that I am , laying around legs in the air...chatting on the phone,  lots of white milky skin begging for a spanking! My legs and bottom from a different angle....wondering... do you agree it is a prefect bottom for a good spanking ? If you agree, do leave a post below and suggest what you would use to spank my bottom with? Oh and if you were wondering if that really is me? Which I know some may be - tattoo on my left ankle is my tattoo..... little cherry blossoms...

Scarlett

Sleepless in Johannesburg

It is 2.30 am .... I cannot sleep, nerves starting to fray! I am over tired, and all wound up about later tonight....16 hours 30 minutes to go till punishment.....! I need sleep please I need sleep or I am going to be weepy and emotional and cranky at 6pm and then I really am going to be in trouble.....HELP!!!!!!

Tick tock, tick tock the clock strikes 6 pm... counting the days and hours..

As I sit here counting the hours until my next visit to Heavyhand Smith (HH) , for a long overdue spanking and caning, I reflect on the first time I sat waiting for the moment to arrive. I am at pains to describe the wide range of emotions that race through me as I waited for my first meeting with HH.

I had found HH's profile online and had struck up a conversation, being completely new to the world of spanking and BDSM,wondered how a submissive approached a Top/Dominant with a request for a spanking and caning.

"Fortune favours the bold" - spurred on by this maxim, I blurted out my request for a spanking to HH . To my delight and surprise, within a day I had a reply to my bold little note- " Be here at 6 pm , on Wednesday! Be on time..."

Oh deary me... what have I done, as soon as the command to appear for my spanking arrived, doubt ,worry and fear beset me.... it had started... the waiting before a spanking, the clock becomes your best and worst friend, every ticking second brings you closer to the moment you so crave, yet fear! You ask yourself, will it hurt much?Will I cry? Will I be able to bear being spanked ? Am I going to run away? ..What will my bottom look like with my panties pulled to my knees? Am I an idiot for agreeing to this?

HH, was very patient with me during the days leading to my spanking appointment, if the truth be told HH relished every moment of my torture! HH listened to my roller coaster ride , should I ? can I? will I ? No , I will not do this! I am an idiot to want to do this!

Like the song of the Lorelei tempted many a sailor to his doom on the rocks, the lure of a spanking ( I am sure) has tempted many a submissive to their own doom at the hands of a Dominant. The idea that I would finally be experiencing my first spanking as an adult woman ( something I had been dreaming about for 20 + years) would finally be happening was frightening yet incredibly exciting... I was surprised at how erotic and sensual I found thinking about my impending spanking!

Waiting for the moment to arrive was maddening, it still is maddening, I picked up the telephone to call and cancel my appointment at least a dozen times, yet could not bring myself to actually cancel. Then the dreaded moment arrived.. I had to drive to HH's office for my spanking, dressed in a skirt with my bottom covered in demure panties, terrified, excited I set off with a brave face on and a heart beating just a little faster than average , my bottom lip quivering just a tad....

Fearful of earning myself additional strokes for tardiness I arrived at HH's office 10 minutes early, tick tock tick tock , waiting in the car was pure unadulterated hell, with every minute my moment of truth was approaching - my mind is telling me "RUN RUN RUN as fast as you can" - my heart is saying " NOOOOOOOOOO , if you leave now you will never know if this is what you have been looking for!"

Precisely on time I ring the bell. HH meets me at the door , looking very stern, making me bite onto my bottom lip. HH leads me to his office, indicates that I should sit down and explains what is about to happen.

We agreed that HH would give me a over the knee spanking to warm my bottom up and that I then would have six strokes of the cane. HH leads me to the office where I will receive my spanking , pulls up a chair and sits down instructing me to lie down over his knees. I lie down over his knees my toes looking for purchase and my fingertips just touching the ground, I feel off balance and try grip the floor with my fingers to not tumble off his lap, vulnerable and completely at his mercy.

As he pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties to start, my mind is telling me to run, but too late... the moment has arrived. SMACK.............SMACK.......... my spanking has started, it registers in my mind, this is not so terrible.... my bottom smarts a bit but it does not really hurt.... silly girl... this is just the introduction... it is going to burn and hurt much much more....HH picks up the tempo and spanks me with his hand the pace and intensity increasing, I wriggle trying to get him to stop and to get off his lap.

HH,grips me tighter and positions me back onto his lap, my bottom is all rosy and pink and is glowing , I can feel the heat radiate off my well spanked bottom. HH firmly rubs my toasty , glowing bottom soothing the smarting a little ( I sigh an inner sigh of relief , thinking to myslef, Hmmmm that was not bad at all, that did not hurt at all!) I start to wriggle a try to get up , HH pushes me down and reached for his paddle , this is not over that was just the warm up.... SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK in quick succession I receive two smacks with the paddle on each cheek... OWWWWW, that HURTS! HH rubs and sooths the worst of the stinging with his hand, and then proceeds to lay down at least two dozen firm strokes with the paddle, I squirm , loose the grip I had on the carpet with my toes and fingers, feel as if I am going to slide off HH's lap , thinking maybe if I slide off and fall he will stop! It really hurts now, my bottom is smarting and it feels as if the skin is shrinking and pulling tighter... NOOOO , I cannot bear anymore.... as my mind thinks this HH slows down a little thightens his grip on me and lands another  couple of resounding blows.

HH rubs my bottom with firm smooth strokes easing the smarting just a little but it feels like he is rubbing the burn in, it just intensifies the feeling. HH helps me to stand up and leads me to the table and tells me to stand bent over , bottom in the air, panties down .... HH leaves the room leaving me face down on the table... my mind races...am I insane... my bottom is smarting, I am tempted to move and rub my bottom, but sanity and self preservation pervail... do not move, you do not have permission to rub your bottom... if I move will I receive more ? Busy crazy chatty mind.... strange what one thinks of as you stand there waiting bare pink bottom exposed to the world...

I hear foot steps coming down the passage... HH has returned , I can feel him looking at my pink bottom, I feel him moving closer....he has a cold bottle of drinking water in his hand and he rolls the bottle over my smarting bottom, bringing some sense of relief to the smarting.... smooth warm hands follow rubbing the coolness into my smarting cheeks... hmmmmm yes that feels much better...

As I lose myself in my thoughts I notice the hands and the bottle are gone. HH has moved back a little and picked up his cane. Swoosh, swoosh, HH cuts the air with the cane... a terrifying sound... without any announcement HH lands his first stroke, ouch ouch ouch ouch it smarts and burns and itches all at the same time.. I resist the temptation to get on my tippy toes and move .... two, three, four , five and................... six!

HH smooths the burn with his hands, I can feel the welts forming....hmmm but there is deep sense of satisfaction in my tender, glowing striped bottom... a feeling of calm contetnment settles around my heart and mind.... yes .... this is exactly what I have been looking for....this is better than I had dreamed....

HH smooths on some calming lotion, lets me stand face down on the table a litlle longer, and graciously helps me stand and takes me off to his offce for a post mortem of my first spanking ( Aftercare). Gingerly I sit down on the chair offerred ...



A well spanked bottom, not bad for a first time!



So here I sit... it is Monday and the clock is ticking....57 hours and 24 minutes to go till my next spanking... tick tock tick tock ...

Will it be worse on wednesday?

Next blog.... the dreaded moment is approaching......

Once upon a time.....

Once upon a time, a long long time ago ( 18 months or so), I finally gave in and acknowledged the craving I had to be spanked. I have for as long as I can remember dreamt about being spanked on my bare bottom, but until that fateful day 18 months ago, had never admitted this to anyone ( especially to myself) !

I on a whim decided to use the fabulous world wide web to search for any information I could find about the very unspoken about topic of BDSM and the many forms of discipline that may be out there. As wild and sexually adventurous I may have been in my life, I have come to realise how naive I was at the same time.

Following the yellow brick road ,powered by google search, led me to Alt.com ( Emerald City,to my Dorothy) and the very charmed life I have led in my discovery of myself and the pleasures to be had by giving myself permission to accept and acknowledge the submissive within me.

Now let it be said, joining a site like Alt.com. Fetlife,Collarme etc is not for the feint of heart... it takes some time to fully complete the checklists and to get up and running. And for a novice it can be daunting, completing my first fetish checklist took forever...being asked to identify your fetish likes and dislikes when you have just admitted that you might be a little more kinky than the average person and have no real idea what your real kink may be , feels like a visit to the dentist without the benefit of any anesthetic.In addition figuring out what half of the fetish activities listed are in plain English requires nimble fingers and research skills that would put a post graduate thesis researcher to shame.

I had died and gone to heaven, or so I had thought, during my first days on Alt.com I could not get enough, I spent most of my free time discovering the delights of the sight and meeting new people in the chat rooms and reading profiles.

Alt.com was a treasure trove of new like minded people, some even kinkier than I could even imagine.

On the next blog... My first spanking and beyond.