Or; why I don’t offer same-day sessions.
Excellent for deterring those pesky Neck Pigeons.
Look, I get it. I know it’s exciting and nerve-wracking, and that sometimes you suspect that if you don’t just get it done then and there, you’ll never do it.
Am I talking about tattoos? Actually no, but there’s certainly an analogy in there. I’m sure plenty of places like tattoo and piercing parlours have a similar level of “Hi can you see me today?” requests.
You might think that it’s “worth a shot” or “can’t hurt to ask”, but actually as a first timer sending me a line like the above just indicates to me that you haven’t thought this through at all, and, more importantly, you don’t care that:
a) it’s an experience with me, as you couldn’t care less who is smacking/shouting at you, you just want it from anybody and,
b) that perhaps, just perhaps, I want to actually enjoy said experience too.
The guys who write 1-2 line emails like the above are not going to lead to sessions I’m interested in. I have no desire to be the “you’ll do” for your impulse wank fantasy, and if you can’t even be bothered to write a paragraph about what sort of session it is that you are even interested in, you certainly do not deserve the level of detail, planning and energy I put in to my scenes.
I state on my website that I usually require 3-4 days’ notice for bookings. This is an estimation, and sometimes that notice can be stretched to as little as 24 hours. Same day? No.
Well for starters because that is how I do things. Which should be the end of that explanation, but things on the internet often need spelling out a little more. So…
) I don’t live in a venue. Nor do I work from home. The various places I do offer sessions from are all studios, rooms or dungeons that I pay to hire, chosen for their suitability to each enquiry. They also all have their own calendars to juggle, meaning that not only is it harder to shoehorn additional bookings in with no notice, but it’s also a bit disrespectful to the owners of the venues. You give me notice, which gives them notice. Everyone’s feeling more relaxed.
2) I have a full and busy life outside of creating and running scenes and parties. Which means I don’t just sit around in a venue all day waiting for the phone to go. That would also be creepy due to point 1).
3) I need to plan. Just because you’ve said that it’s going to be a “standard school-theme session/usual headmistress stuff” doesn’t mean that I’m going to just autopilot from cold. Even the sessions in which I’m requested to be dressed casually (not yet had one asking for me in sweatpants or a onesie, mind…) and be super informal are still thought through. I need to know someone’s previous experiences/current expectations, and be in the most receptive headspace to read the reactions and body language of whoever I’m playing with so that I can deliver the optimal experience that I am known for. So much of what I do that is devastating to you is non-physical, and without sounding like a total wanker, it’s actually quite full-on both emotionally and physically for me. I’ll usually be pretty damn tired after a few hours of play, no matter how exhilarating it was. It’s not a bad thing, obviously, but it’s something I’d love more people to bear in mind.
4) Anticipation is a cruel and wonderful thing. I love knowing that the person I’m going to be playing with is having to have at least one night’s sleep with the tingling, inexorable awareness in the back of their mind that an intense, and possibly terrifying, experience is going to happen. Even if someone doesn’t directly dream about the upcoming session, the trepidation starts a chemical reaction in the body that just isn’t there for something last minute. Too subtle for some, maybe, but the devil is in the detail, as they say.
5) This list shouldn’t need to be this long, so just respect my time and energy, and reap the eventual endorphin reward, smug in the knowledge that I had a fun/satisfying time too.
Happy new Rear/Year, chaps!
As those of you who follow my Twitter account will have seen, I treated myself to a new XH tawse from my favourite maker, M C Customs, and with Burns’ Night fast approaching, am going to be offering a selection of my 30 minute sessions for those wanting a no-nonsense punishment, on Sunday 24th and Monday 25th January.
Poetry recital is optional, although if you are in to either humiliation or perfectionism, I’d thoroughly recommend getting me to set you one of my preferred Rabbie Burns pieces for you to deliver in a delightful dialect.
Why do I love the tawse so much? Well. For one thing, it’s a darn sight easier to transport around. My main two-tail tawse is lovely and supple now (it’s been used a LOT!) and rolls up beautifully into my handbag.
I don’t have particular issues carrying my canes around; (other than it being a bit of a logistical ballache, and praise be for venues with a good cane selection) indeed, I’ve been asked “what’s in the long bag?” several times. I’ve also had to openly carry some around, which wasn’t planned, nor ideal, but still fine:
(Oops… The above was from a train journey in which I was carrying that bag and another of the same size that was filled with new vibes, dildos and cuffs, gifted by a friend who was emigrating. The latter bag was, of course, the one that fell off the train seat. I never did manage to retrieve one of the buttplugs that had rolled under a family’s seat. Awkward…)
But a tawse is super portable, and effective too. Often chaps familiar with the feel and fear of the cane are unprepared for how devastating a proper hand-tawsing is.
Facing me, having to look into my eyes, whilst the tawse hangs down behind my shoulder. Being warned for flinching when I feint a stroke. Having to proffer your hand aloft, physically holding it out for the punishment. There’s no escape.
And not just hands, of course: I do proper, laid-flat, tawsing on the bottom when space permits. (If it doesn’t, I am more than capable of delivering an equally firm stroke on the swing, both fore and backhand.)
Then of course, there’s the Ring Of Fire. You, standing with hands on head and pants pulled down. Me, delivering strokes to the front of the thighs, the sides, the backs, and so on. Mean, and very effective.
As mentioned in the title, my availability is slightly different during the next 6 weeks or so. I will not be able to book advance sessions as readily, and, for a change, you are going to be better asking 2-3 days in advance of your ideal date, rather than a week.
I will have very limited availability from mid February to Early March, so if you were planning on getting your New Year Treat to yourself booked, move quickly!
A quick update on my London availability over the Festive season:
I will be sessioning up to and including Christmas Eve (22nd-24th morning/early lunch sessions only)
Christmas Day off.
Boxing Day and 27th late morning only, then that’s it until the New Year!
The Christmas Slayers party on December 16th still has a cancellation space: some serious FemDom CP with some amazing ladies! Sarah Stern from English Spankers and my sister Lucy McLean, as well as myself and Jadie Reece.
Ms Hammond-Grant, my secretary at Murdoch Academy is arranging detention sessions for those wanting to go into their Christmas Holiday with a Roasting Bottom.
Due to continuing disappointing behaviour from errant pupils, Miss Hunter has space set aside in her diary for detentions in her study in Central London.
30 minute detentions: A proper Short Sharp Shock. No nonsense, no messing about!
Exceptional miscreants can commence the detention with six-of-the-best, cold, on a bare bottom over the school horse. Those who are (ever so slightly) less deserving of such harsh treatment will get a good spanking, strapping, paddling and then a caning.
One Hour Detentions: A broader detention experience for young men and ladies who benefit from extra punishment such as writing lines, corner-time, being scolded, and sitting the test they cheated on that got them into this kerfuffle in the first place. Also, of course, longer punishment!
Contact Miss Hunter’s secretary using the email
secretary @ hellomisshunter . com
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