Touring requires a lot of time on twitter, updating the goings-on as advertising now that backpage is gone. I stumbled upon an ad for Mistress Baton and Alex Vicia. I have always been a fan of Mistress Baton having watched her clips on porn hub. She is one of the more public, face out world-class Mistresses who have extensive free content online. After ‘Night of the Cane’ 2018 I googled Princess Ammy who won and found she had filmed with Mistress Baton. I was immediately taken with Mistress Baton’s strict judicial style as well as her amazing stroke. It was serendipitous that we both happened to be touring Melbourne together so I reached out. First as a colleague, and then after some thought, I proposed we do a session together.

Something about summer makes me hungry for punishment. I think wearing loose dresses, being warm and comfortably naked, having holidays, no university to worry about…it’s the best part of the year! And conducive to wanting to treat oneself. I had asked my Master to punish me before I went on tour and he gave me a decent OTK and a dusting with the clothes brush. This turned out to be the precursor to a desire for more (often the case!).

Still striped from my previous session with Miss Brown in late November, I waited naked on my hands and knees for Mistress Baton to enter my hotel room.

To be continued……

I have always had a fetish for British Masters and Mistresses. It is something about the relentless subservience to the art of manners that titillates me thoroughly. Particularly the use of language, the overt pronunciation of words and the projection of the voice that, in a true dominant, weakens me.

“Now get over my knee young lady. I’m going to pull these knickers down and give your bottom a firm thrashing with my hand until it is red and sore.”

These were the words exactly uttered by Miss Brown as she pulled me over her lap and onto the spanking couch. As she ripped down my full briefs (that I had picked especially after watching some of her movies online!) I felt the gritty texture of her nylon stockings pushing into my thighs. (The last Mistress to OTK punish me was Mistress Servalan about 18 months ago. I had forgotten how arousing the sight of a Mistress from upside down was until I peeped through my own legs and saw her winding her cane up to give me a fabulous back hander. Lifting her skirt up with every set to allow for the flexion of her legs required to balance in such an act. This motion revealed the tops of her stockings and I remained glued in place for each set of 10). Back to Miss Brown! I was given the most thorough of hand spankings and what a pleasure to accept such a punishment from an expert. I believe it takes practice to firm up a hand to dish out such an act as it does a bottom to manage to accept it. I knew this was the “pleasure” element of the session and so writhed around in Her ecstasy, absolutely petrified about the left handed caning that was soon was to come.

Being that it was our first session together Miss Brown allowed me to select a cane from a large selection present in her office. What an amazing collection of implements and how many naughty boys and girls had been subjected to them! I picked a dragon cane, something I would come to regret on the plane home the next day! It was ascertained that I would get 24 strokes and, feeling rather warm and fuzzy at this stage, placed my hands on the desk and offered my bottom up with full respect.

“You will be getting four sets of six firm strokes, and you will keep your bottom
still or I will repeat the stroke.”

Words to strike fear and trepidation into event he most seasoned of bottoms! The first six came in intervals of about 20 seconds. My breathing struggled to keep up with the intensity of each blow and the endorphins were trying hard to help: I did not move an inch. Being motivated by my own desire to please at this stage helped a lot and once the first 6 were over I was resigned to taking all of them and proving myself to be a good girl who (lets face it) really just gets herself into trouble for the caning.

After the session we had a wonderful debrief and conceded that we both really enjoyed ourselves. Miss Brown was very firm with me yet genuinely nurturing when it was called for. As I left her office I could feel the stripes pushing hard into the denim of my jeans, swollen and (hopefully) making my arse look perky. This photo was taken the day after as I convalesced like a goddess through my last day in London town.

I was honoured to be tweeted by Miss Brown post booking! You can read it here