The Package.

My Disciplinarian once wrote me a story called " The Package" and it was all about an older gentleman sending a beautifully wrapped brown paper parcel to a young lady at her workplace full of delicious instructions and blush making wares. 

I was imagining what package I'd most like to receive today and all of the details it might contain...

It is a concertina style folder, brought to the front door by an elegant older lady ( I often imagine Kristen Scott Thomas in these kind of scenarios ! ).....

She doesn't speak a word,  just places it in my hands and walks back with an impressive poise towards her car.

Untying the ribbon, the folder falls open, each compartment lined with a deep red satin, and the dividing tab on each one numbered, guiding me where to look first.

1) I pull out a slip of paper with a hand written note  " See the colour of this satin sweetheart? I chose it carefully to match the shade that your bottom cheeks will be one hour from now."

2) In the next compartment there is an empty white envelope, and written on the front " Now remove your knickers, fold them neatly into this envelope and seal it, placing it back in the sleeve of this folder for me to inspect upon your arrival here in due course."

3) The delicate lace hem of some Edwardian bloomers is spilling over the edge of the third compartment, upon pulling them out a parcel label threaded through there waistband reads " Remove your dress, unfasten your bra,  and when you are fully naked you may read the instructions in the next compartment."

4) In the next compartment, slightly distorting the neat shape of the paper sleeve is an ebony hairbrush, another handwritten note tied around the handle " You may now telephone me ".

A recorded message speaks down the telephone.

" I assume you are fully naked? "

" Good, now go and kneel by your bed and under my instruction you will use that hairbrush on your bare bottom for two whole minutes, making sure that you cover each cheek with a thoroughness as if I was doing so with my own hands."

" I shall give you one minute to get yourself prepared"

A pause.

" You may start, and remember the colour of that satin, that is how I want your bottom cheeks to look, understood?"

After 2 minutes.

" You may stop and do not rub your bottom but you may go and look in the next compartment of the folder".

End of message.

5) This is a typed message, set out like an old telegram " I hope your bottom is sore and crimson now. Step into the bloomers and tie the waist into a neat bow. When you have done so you will go to the window of your front room, turn so that your bottom is facing out toward the beautifully composed woman still sitting in her car, and you will stand with your feet 12 inches apart, your back slightly arched, your hands on your head and ensure that your bloomers are parted with a precision that presents your reddened bottom to her just so. You will stand like this for 2 minutes. "

6) The last compartment has a photo inside, a previously taken photograph of my bottom, freshly spanked and on view for him. The final note " I expect that your bottom is looking not dissimilar to this, and no doubt your face is crimson too. Good girl and well done for being so obedient. If you call this number the woman in the car will bring you your final gift, and then deliver you to me, perfectly packaged to receive a final caning, with her there to witness it and hold you firmly in place across my desk. I shall look forward to seeing you soon my darling. "

After telephoning her, she comes inside with a beautiful plain ivory classic music hall corset. Standing there with my deep crimson stained bottom, framed by the fragile gauzy bloomers, fully exposed to this most composed woman who is lacing me into the corset..... and ready to be taken to him.

As I was writing this I wanted to start elaborating on how I would feel after each instruction, but that would have ended up as a story within itself, and most of all this post was to ask any of you what package you would most like to receive.

What would it contain?

Who would deliver it?

What would it look like?

Where would you be when you received it?

Olivia

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Expressions.

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Pink Cheeked Mademoiselles

At the moment I only want to write about very straight forward things on this blog. 

I think what I realised after my last post is that there are things that at the moment are better left resting in the shadows, its cooler there, more soothing, and safe from others eyes.

Until I feel able to write more intimately and in a way that feels truthful and honoring all I am experiencing ( which I haven't done so far ) and feel comfortable rather than compromised incase I may hurt some people,   then I'd rather keep to the light hearted stuff.

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So... Pink Cheeked Mademoiselles, the group I created in September last year has moved to a new venue. It was housed at Coffee, Cake & Kink in London but alas, due to their circumstances, we've needed to source a new residence. Quite a few people found out about the group through the CCK website, but I thought it made sense in these new circumstances to now post about it here.

The group started out as me just wishing to create a space for other women dipping their toe in the spanking/ Discipline/ blushing cheek water to meet, where we could freely chat about our hopes, fantasies, experiences, fears and have fun along the way too.

There are now quite a group of us, although still small enough to feel like an intimate " club" as some come each month, others step in and out when they can, all at different points in our journey. We have topics chosen collectively by the group each month, and we now have a few "outings" planned too, sometimes things are serious and supportive, other times they are light and playful. What I have enjoyed most is seeing women form friendships with one another that have enabled them to go off and be safely and supportingly adventurous together.

If you are interested in coming to Pink Cheeked Mademoiselles and would like to know the address of the new venue then email me at:

oliviamanners@hotmail.co.uk

It is always on the first Monday of every month and this next meeting on the 1st September will be our first Birthday !

The image is the holding page for our new website.

www.pinkcheekedmademoiselles.co.uk

P.s.  Quite a few very kind French people over the last 11 months have let me know that Mademoiselles is incorrectly spelt, but I have chosen to keep it as such, because my Disciplinarian actually thought up the name, and he is supposed to be masterful at French, so it always makes me smile  ( sorry darling : )  )

P.P.s  It is also currently just for women and this was a thought out and deliberate choice, however a group for Gentlemen will also be starting shortly, and who knows, we may even link up at times :)

A different kind of grief.

I reach up for the green and white polka dot oval suitcase that I used to run away with when I was 11.

The girl watches me from the bed, sat there with her legs dangling over the side, her head dropped a little but her eyes still watching me, hands clasped in her lap as if almost praying.

I face her bravely, staying composed, trying to reassure.

Placing the case open on the bed, I make sure that the length of satin is neatly arranged as a cushioning, tucking it into the edges, trying to show her the care that I intend to extend to her, even when shut away.

I don't want to do this, it doesn't feel like she has been here very long.

Her quietness is disconcerting but then I know she was still just finding her voice, so I can't expect her to speak up, especially not now, not in this moment.

She feels surprisingly light as I lift her up, ever the girl wanting to please, to make things easy. Partly I think she knows that she needs a rest, that she is weary but I'd never expect her to resist anyway.

My heart is heavy as I lay her gently down on her back inside the case. Her body is limp now and I can fold each of her limbs over the sides of the case so they are resting against her. She knows her place, she willingly fits back in to the case where she was held for so long. 

Her eyes don't close before they first look straight into me. 

" Nobody has even really known I've come out to play " her whisper breaks a little with a flitter that lacks resolve.

I can't let her see my pain, all I want to show her is my faith in seeing her again. 

I can't even speak to her, all I can do as I lay her picture down against the folds of her dress, is show her with my eyes, that she is safe in here, and that I will keep looking after her.

Lowering the top of the case down as she lowers her eyelids and it darkens inside, I grip around my waist with my other arm. I can't quite snap shut the metal clasp, but as I lift the rounded case back onto the top shelf of my wardrobe I know I have to take down the black patent one that sits beside it.

Sensations.

When laying there across some pillows, face down, with my bottom propped up, bared and framed by my knickers unless they have been pulled back up, slightly quivering and freshly spanked......

Depending on how I have been spanked, it tingles, it stings, it burns, it could be one of many shades of pink, and it is also still ripe to be enjoyed further...

And that could be done in many ways!

Today though I was musing over what sensations feel nice on freshly spanked bottom cheeks, and wondered what other people enjoyed.

To name a few that I enjoy...

• The bristles of the hairbrush being lightly drawn across my tingling skin
• Cotton knickers being pulled back up and softly encasing the warmth from my bottom cheeks in there folds
• Wet knickers being pulled back up and clinging clammily over my pink cheeks
• Having my bottom cheeks ejaculated over, and feeling the soothing coolness from it being smeared into my burning skin

What about you?

Olivia

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Friends.

Tonight was the last night of Pink Cheeked Mademoiselles at Coffee,Cake& Kink. It was lovely to see everyone and also a little sad as we know that we have to find a new place to convene. 

I did have to leave very promptly afterwards as I had drinks arranged with a very lovely and prolific blogger from this scene. I had such a lovely time, and most of all I know that is because the young woman I met this evening, apart from being just intellectually engaging and very beautiful, she was also the first person I have ever met who is bisexual and polyamorous and near my age.  In fact she is the first person I have come across who shares nearly all aspects of my sexuality, and that is very exciting, comforting, thrilling and heart warming.

Thank you P.... :)

and thank you to my Disciplinarian, who even in his absence gives me strength and love.

Olivia

xx

A Little Vignette.

I walked through the front door and you were stood there waiting for me. Calm and present and holding me with your gaze.

" Hello my darling, how was it? "

You held out your hand, and I placed mine into it, instantly feeling safe and aware of my cheeks blushing softly.

" It was okay " I whispered, a mixture of coyness, embarrassment and tired pleasure in my voice.

Leading me up the stairs, you turned back to look at me, " I look forward to hearing all about it..." My eyes quickly lowered from meeting yours to your feet in front of me, as I nodded and held my lip firmly between my teeth.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you pulled me gently at my hips to stand between your knees. Looking up at me, tilting your head slightly to try and meet my constantly averting eyes.

" No need to be so shy sweetheart, I take it from the expression on your face that you did meet your target, and did as I asked? "

I nodded, already a little lost for words, my tummy leaping with excitement and dread and a fluttering uncertainty at what you were going to say or do.

" So you found someone to fuck your bottom mm? "

You spoke in your familiar matter of fact tone. Your complete nonchalance at asking such an intimate question made me blush all the more.

You gripped your knees a little tighter around me and took my hands in yours, encouraging me to speak up.

" Well ? "

" Yes Sir, I did " I bit down again on my lip, trying to turn away from you, wanting to hide my face, feeling naughty and filthy and ashamed, and yet strangely proud too, because I knew it was what you had expected of me.

You always did everything so slowly, it seemed forever that I waited for your next response. It wasn't until you had reached up and started to unbutton my dress that you spoke again.

" Very good darling"

Your fingers purposefully moved through the buttons down the length of my dress letting the fabric fall open in your trail.

My breasts quivered as you stroked past them and I drew in my breath.

" And how is your bottom feeling mm? "

I squirmed a little despite the still unruffled tone of your voice. It was hard to concentrate on what you were asking me, not only because the question itself was reminding me of what a naughty girl I had been, but also because you were now slipping my dress over my shoulders so that I was standing there just bra and knickers, nipples hard, knickers partly stuck to me.

You looked over my body and then directly at me, waiting for my answer.

I tripped out the words, squirming as I moved my weight from one foot to the other. " My bottom is sore Sir...."

" Did he have a large cock then? " Your eyes fixed on mine.

My face heated up and I looked at you with pleading eyes. I had known you would ask me every detail and yet every question left me feeling newly and suitably embarrassed.

" He did Sir, yes" My voice trailed off as under your guiding hands I crouched momentarily so you could unclip my bra.

Just as I felt the prickle of vulnerability and excitement of my breasts falling free, feeling you gaze at them, you took me captive with another question.

" Did you enjoy it? "

I floundered with my answer, red faced and acutely aware of how hard my nipples had become I tried to cover myself.

" Hands on your head darling " and I gasped as in tandem of me reaching for my head, you had placed your hand on the front of my knickers. You cupped me as I tried to keep still, feeling your hand against me there had caused me further discomposure, my tummy tumbling and my throat clasped in an invisible grip.

" I am only going to have to lower your knickers and I will have my question answered sweetheart". 

With which after pressing your fingers into me for a moment, you slipped them into the waistband of my knickers and pulled them down slowly to rest at my knees, and level with your lap.

I cried out softly, holding back from covering myself, squirming under your gaze, and gasping again as you pulled the knickers outwards so that the gusset was resting, exhibited on your knee.

You looked down at the knickers running a finger across the sticky silk satin, and then looked back up at me.

" I think we can conclude that you DID enjoy yourself, you have certainly made a mess of these knickers we brought you for the occasion. "

I choked, my cheeks burning.

" I'm sorry Sir" I squirmed at your tone.

You slipped the knickers right down and instructed me to step out of them.

" Now lets get you cleaned up so that I can put you to bed " and you lead me, naked, to the bathroom.

You had already run me a bath, anticipating me being home at the time we had agreed, and you sat me down on the toilet seat whilst you topped it up with some hotter water. I sat shivering, grateful for the care you were taking getting the temperature comfortable, but knowing that your enquiries were not over yet.

" Do you need to go to the toilet before I bathe you? "

I shook my head, and you took my hand and helped me step into the bath. I felt conscious of your eyes examining me as I knelt down into the water.

You tilted my chin up to look at you, my face flushed and my eyes struggling to settle on yours.

" You are a good girl for getting your bottom fucked today"

I whimpered softly, lowering my eyes and delighting in my obedience. And you started to soap my shoulders and then my breasts gently with a sponge.

" Is your bottom still sore darling? "

I nodded slowly as you guided me to turn my back towards you.