Paula’s Puzzle Picture 3 — A La Carte
From Fessée 4
Letter from Fessée 6
A
burnt offering from Kevin W
‘Not
having a first course Sarah?’
Sarah
smiled. ‘Just Derriere Flambé,
and I’ve already had that.’
Michael
did a quick, schoolboy translation.
‘Flaming…
bottom?’
Sarah
shuffled on her chair. ‘Precisely. I’ve er, got a new arrangement with my boss,
at work. About mistakes.’
‘What
are you two whispering about? We haven’t ordered the wine yet…’
‘This
is more interesting than wine, George. Sarah here claims to have had her bottom
smacked.’
George
stared. The things women came out with when they’d had a few glasses of
champagne…
‘Not
smacked,’ Sarah corrected, ‘…caned.’
Both
men put down their menus. Claire gave her sister a wry smile. The two men who’d
asked the girls out to dinner would be sure to think this was a ‘wind up’.
Claire knew otherwise.
‘Why
don’t you show them, Sarah?’
‘What
here? Okay then; I could do with letting it cool off a bit.’
In
an instant, she was off the chair with her pants down and her head resting on
the chair seat. The two men were speechless.
‘Well
come on, somebody, lift my skirt up please. Michael, you’re nearest…’
‘Are
you sure…? Oh well, if you insist… Jesus Christ! Look at that! Oh God, I
thought you were kidding.’
Claire
slipped the waiter a fiver and winked at him. He nodded and set down the first
courses. ‘One soup, one scampi, one fruit juice.’
He
moved round to the recumbent Sarah, ‘… and one Derriere Flambé…’ they
laughed as he picked up the bottle from the ice bucket ‘… avec Champagne,’ he
added and poured some over Sarah’s bare bottom.
‘Ouelle
derriere, ma petite pois! C’est magnifique. Et maintenant j’espere que vous
enjoyez un trés trés bon soiree. Et apres? Peut-etre, un
autre petite Fessée… pour la mademoiselle?’
He nodded in Claire’s direction.
Claire
nodded ‘Bien sur, mon ami. Merci beaucoup pour la suggestion. Et pouvez vous
attendez ma soeur — votre serviette?’
The
waiter wiped Sarah’s bottom. They all applauded as she sat down.
FIN
Thank
you for your contribution Kevin and particularly for your comments re your
earlier letter to me personally. I DO exist. I’ve known myself for years.
Paula
Letter from Fessée 11
I
have recently bought a copy of Fessée 4 containing Paula Meadows’
drawing A La Carte and would like to offer my observations on this fascinating
scene. I realise that a considerable time may have elapsed since this issue
first appeared, but the clues in the drawing have taken some time to
investigate, and I believe there is sufficient evidence available to ‘reopen
the case!’
It
seems to me that Paula is setting us two main questions to be answered. First
we have to explain how the attractive and sophisticated girl in the foreground
finds herself in such a public and humiliating posture. Secondly we have to
predict the effect of this unusual situation on the gentleman holding her dress
and his partner. A close study of the drawing reveals that Paula has given us
more than enough clues to answer both of these questions, with the aid of a
little imagination of course!
It
will help in this investigation if the participants have names, so with Paula’s
permission I would like to name them, from left to right Steve, Jill (kneeling)
Sue and Martin.
The
Evidence
There
is no doubt that Steve is in control of the situation. His relaxed posture and
nonchalant stroking of his wife Jill’s hair shows that events are proceeding
exactly as he planned — this is a scenario which has been carefully arranged in
advance, with characteristic thoroughness and precision. His club tie and
handkerchief suggest a certain fondness for tradition and ritual. He is careful
of his appearance but not flash or flamboyant. There is a firmness of
expression which tolerates no opposition, particularly from his young wife. But
he also has a rather worn look about him, as if his present position of
confidence and dominance has not come easily, but has been won at considerable
cost.
The
waiter has been briefed in advance and tipped generously. He is far too
experienced in the ways of the world to display any hint of surprise — instead
he is taking a detached, business-like interest in the proceedings. He has
placed the foursome in an alcove, where a curtain may be discreetly pulled
across.
Jill
has a body which is just made for discipline. There is a strength and solidity
in her buttocks and thighs which would enable her to bear the brunt of the
cane, strap or tawse, laid on with the full force of man’s arm. In her face we
can read both resignation and acceptance. There is no attempt to challenge
Steve’s authority — her eyes are asking the question ‘how long do I have to
stay like this?’ and the wordless reply from Steve is ‘as long as I choose —
all night if necessary.’
How
did she come to be in this position? It is clear that she has adopted the
posture without any form of coercion — none of the others have stirred from
their places. We may be seeing a ritual which has been regularly rehearsed in
private, and is now being used in public as a test of Jill’s discipline and
control. Perhaps they use a secret phrase in response to which she must present
herself for punishment — immediately, without hesitation, and regardless of
circumstances. She will have slipped off her chair, gracefully adopting the
submissive position while sliding her knickers down to her knees. Her back is
dipped to push her bottom up — ready for whatever correction Steve should
choose.
The
six cane weals swathing her behind also furnish a clue — they are not as evenly
spaced as one would expect from a master of discipline such as Steve. Also they
are recent stripes — on a bottom that is punished as frequently as Jill’s the
marks could be expected to fade quickly. It would appear that Jill’s punishment
occurred recently, and was given in a hurry — perhaps just before departing for
the restaurant.
Her
knickers are also significant — any connoisseur of female bottoms would find
them totally unsatisfactory. They look far too tight, and would leave unsightly
ridges which would be clearly visible through her thin dress. A disciplinarian
such as Steve would be very particular about the way his wife’s bottom was
presented, and would normally prefer her to wear nothing, or at most a
G-String, under her dress. Can we make a connection between her unsuitable
attire and her recent caning?
We
also notice that Jill has no wineglass. Surely no gentleman such as Steve would
deny a lady a drink by way of punishment, particularly when her splendid bottom
is available for that purpose. We are therefore forced to the conclusion that
she has refused the drink herself. Could it be that she is aware that she has a
long evening of strict discipline ahead of her, for which a full bladder would
be a distinct disadvantage?
Turning
to Sue we see the sort of woman who knows what she wants and always gets it — a
shrew, in fact. Ten years ago she would have appeared very attractive, but now
her face is starting to show the hardness of an unfulfilled woman. She probably
married Martin because she could control and dominate him — she would only have
to throw one of her tantrums to have him grovelling before her. Unfortunately
for Sue something is missing in her life. Her relationship with Martin is
unsatisfactory, and she doesn’t know why. Often she is quite envious of her
friend Jill, who seems by comparison to be so gloriously happy, satisfied and
fulfilled.
There
are times when she would dearly love to be able to respect and obey her
husband, if only he would stop being such a wimp! At the same time she wouldn’t
dream of accepting the sort of treatment that her friend Jill is used to
receiving. Or would she? She would raise the roof if Martin laid a finger on
her, but subconsciously she finds his aloofness intensely frustrating, and
finds herself fantasising about the loving discipline her friend receives.
Martin
is the only participant who has been taken completely by surprise. But he looks
as if most aspects of human nature would take him by surprise. We don’t know
his occupation, but can guess that it is likely to be infinitely painstaking
and nit-picking. We would not be surprised to find him in an office sifting
through a mountain of old invoices looking for a halfpenny that had not been
accounted for.
He
looks the sort of man who can be immensely frustrating to a woman, as he misses
all the subtle clues and hints that she gives. He lives in a world of his own
and will do anything for a quiet life, including giving in to his wife’s every
demand. This passivity is doing nothing for his health, however, as he already
looks like an old man.
The reconstruction
Having
gathered the clues that Paula has given, we are now in a position to
reconstruct the events leading up to the scene in the picture. Who better to
describe them for us than Jill herself? If we were to interview her, perhaps
her replies might go something like this.
Q Tell me about your relationship with Steve.
Jill We married ten years ago. You could say it was an
attraction of opposites. I was attracted by his confidence and strength, and
his rugged good looks. I think he was attracted to me for my liveliness and
energy, as well as my bottom!
Q Has he always punished you?
Jill Oh no! He tried to spank me once before we got married,
but I got totally mad at him. It was several years before he tried again!
Q So at first you refused to be spanked?
Jill Yes. For two reasons. I’d been on the receiving end of a
gym shoe when younger and not enjoyed it one little bit! Also I was very self-conscious
about my bottom — I thought it was too big. Steve changed all that.
Q How?
Jill Oh, in his usual thorough and methodical way. He is a
dedicated ‘bottom man’, and he soon let me know that he found mine very
attractive. He just gradually encouraged me to overcome my inhibitions.
Q Was this through physical contact?
Jill Yes. He was always patting and stroking my bum. Sometimes
at home he would pull up my skirt and massage my cheeks. I found it a real turn
on.
Q Did this lead on to spanking?
Jill Yes, although it was so gradual I hardly noticed. He
would often slap my bottom during lovemaking, and this really got me going.
While my mind was objecting, my body wanted more! Then one night he spanked me
to a climax — I must have needed it badly because he was walloping me really
hard. The next day my bum was bruised all over, but it was the most amazing
orgasm!
Q You could say that these were erotic ‘fun’ spankings.
When did the punishments proper start?
Jill I may have given the impression that ours was an ideal
marriage. It was not. There were a lot of tension between us, and it led to
some terrible rows. One day things just came to a head and I found myself over
Steve’s knee, with my bare bottom getting thrashed black and blue.
Q How did you react to your first real punishment?
Jill At first I screamed blue murder, called him all sorts of names and threatened to divorce him. I have quite a temper, you know! But after a while it went beyond the screaming stage. Although he was spanking me really hard it was not the pain that affected me so much as the feeling of being dominated. There was this tremendous strength thudding into my bottom, and I just had to give way to it. Something just snapped inside me, and the tears came flooding out, as if I was a little child. At that moment, despite the pain and the tears I realised just how much he loved me.
Q Did this experience change you?
Jill Yes, in many ways. A lot of tension and anger
disappeared, and I became a lot less egotistical. I stopped trying to be equal
to Steve, and realised I had to be complementary to him instead. I knew for the
first time what it means to say ‘with my body I thee worship’.
Q You make it sound as if Steve had all this planned from
the start. Is that the case?
Jill I don’t know if he planned it all out exactly, but I
think he’s always had an instinct that a man should command respect from his
woman. I think it took a few years before he had the confidence in his own
instincts to punish me.
Q Do you think those instincts are correct?
Jill Absolutely. Looking back on it, marriage without
punishment was emotional hell, and I wouldn’t live without it now. People might
call us perverts, but I think it’s our society that is perverted.
Q Can you describe your present punishment?
Jill It’s not a matter of punishment, but a whole regime of
discipline reinforced by punishment. It’s something we’ve worked out between
ourselves — things like confession, deportment, and training.
Q Sounds fascinating. First of all, what is confession?
Jill Every Friday night I go over Steve’s knee for an hour.
While he spanks me I own up to everything I’ve done wrong during the week. He
keeps a wooden paddle to hand and uses it to get the tears flowing. For
something really serious I get the cane on Saturday night. Sometimes if he’s
had a frustrating week at work he’ll just paddle me anyway — he just keeps
whopping me until he’s worked out all his frustrations.
Q Don’t you find that unfair?
Jill Most couples take their frustrations out on each other,
they just do it emotionally. I’d much rather he took it out on my bottom than
spent the whole weekend in a bad mood.
Q And what does training consist of?
Jill Exercises for firming up my bottom, or improving my
concentration.
Q Can you give an example?
Jill One of the worst is when he makes me hold a raw egg
between my bum-cheeks for an hour. Think about it. Squeeze too hard and it
cracks, relax for a moment and it smashes on the floor. Either way means a dose
of the cane. And if I last the hour my bottom will probably be so numb that I
need a spanking to restore the circulation!
Q And what about deportment?
Jill Deportment is all about being aware of my body, being feminine, and presenting myself to him in the most attractive way possible, especially my bottom of course. For example he might say ‘Jill, make yourself comfortable in the armchair.’ That doesn’t mean sitting down, but kneeling in front of the chair with head down, bottom in the air and skirt pulled right up. That’s where I stay until he gives me permission to get up.
Q So when you were kneeling on the floor in the restaurant,
that was one of your deportment postures?
Jill Yes. It has taken a long time, but I have learned to obey
the command without hesitating. It doesn’t matter where we are, or who is
watching, I just obey. That’s where the discipline comes in.
Q What had you done to deserve those cane stripes?
Jill We have a rule that on special occasions Steve tells me
what to wear. He is very fussy about my clothing, particularly the way my
bottom is displayed. This time I was late, and had just thrown on any old
thing. I suppose I must have looked a sight, because my panties were far too
tight, and Steve could see the ridges through my dress. He got really angry and
said I looked like a slut. In that situation there is nothing for it but raise
my skirt, bend over as tight as possible, and wait for the inevitable. I’d had
half a dozen, and he was just getting warmed up when the taxi arrived.
Q You got off lightly?
Jill Not really, just a stay of execution!
Q So was your humiliating position in the restaurant a
continuation of the punishment?
Jill No. I didn’t find it humiliating at all. I’m no longer
ashamed of any part of my body, thanks to Steve. And I’m proud of the weals and
bruises he gives me — they show how much he loves me. I want to show them off,
like other women show off their diamond rings! I’ve gone beyond feeling
humiliation when he puts me on display.
Q In that case, what was the purpose of it?
Jill A bit of theatre for Martin’s benefit. He can be so
pathetic — sometimes I just want to slap him on the face and tell him to act
like a man! That’s basically what Steve was doing, in his own way.
Q Do you think Martin could be as dominant with Sue as
Steve is with you?
Jill I think all men would be dominant if they followed their
instincts — it’s just that their conditioning stops them. Martin’s problem is
that he’s frightened to let go. I think Steve was trying to shock him into
letting go.
Q Will it work?
Jill Well, if you’d been on the receiving end of the whacking
he gave me later that evening, you’d say that he’s certainly made a start!
Q Martin punished you?
Jill Yes, with the paddle. That was the second part of my
punishment, only Steve got Martin to do it.
Q Would you describe what happened?
Jill At first Martin was very apologetic — it was like being
spanked with a wet lettuce leaf! I was standing there with my bottom in the air
grasping my ankles. I know I was very vulnerable, but I just couldn’t help
shouting at him, telling him to get on with it and hit me as if he meant it.
Something must have really got him going, because all of a sudden he was
beating me with that paddle for all he was worth! He must have had a lot of
anger bottled up, because he was screaming and shouting, and walloping me like
mad!
Q So you enabled him to let go of his inhibitions, and also
a lot of anger. Did Steve intervene?
Jill Oh no. He knows I can take a lot of punishment. He just
let it happen.
Q What effect did this have on Sue?
Jill She was really shocked. I don’t think she realised what
her meek little husband really had in him. No doubt she’ll have some more
shocks yet to come!
Q Will she allow herself to be punished?
Jill She’ll kick up hell of a fuss, but I have a suspicion she’ll
submit in the end.
Q Thank you very much for a fascinating interview. Could
you summarise in a few words what punishment means to you?
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