Do You Think She Guessed?

Do you know that feeling when you are somewhere new and strange and you can feel anonymous; the freedom that comes with feeling invisible, because you will never see those people again and so they are somehow less than real as are you?

This is what is likely to happen when you are feeling like that:

Some time ago I was invited to visit Russia.  The arrangements were made in a whirlwind and we were off so quickly that I didn’t spend the time I usually do before a trip planning and learning the customs. And so you could say I was a bit unprepared for what happened next.

The place we were staying was quite rural and remote and we had been traveling three days before we reached it.  I love to travel, but I hate *traveling* – you know, those times when you are only rushing from one connection to another, hoping not to get lost or miss a plane or train or boat.  And it is 100 times worse in another language.  I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than a hot shower and bed.

The farm hosted Americans a few times a year, and did have two simple outdoor showers, but they had to be heated well in advance of use and this was only done in the mornings for the guests.  That first night, after greetings were dispensed with, we were instructed out to the banya to clean up before dinner.  I swear our hosts smirked a bit as they sent us out, they were definitely having fun with us.

The washing area in the banya was much like those in Japan, and afforded no privacy.  If you’re looking for a good humiliation scene, it could certainly be set in this stark wooden structure – darkened except for a few small windows still streaming in a bit of natural light.  My travel companion and I washed quietly, drawing warm water from the buckets and sloughing off the days worth of grime from our trip.  We didn’t talk, I think we both preferred to pretend the other wasn’t there.

Freshly scrubbed, I was escorted by the caretaker, a large Russian woman, into the sauna.  The heat hit me quickly, and sapped what little energy I had left.  I think it was the exhaustion that did me in.  Otherwise I cannot explain how I did not die of embarrassment when she picked up a fistful of branches (it seems from a google search that they are called Veniks) and gestured me to lay face down on a long low bench.

A Russian Venik

Like this, only the one she used had more switchy parts and less leaves.

I should have been mortified, but it was heavenly.  The leaves added a denseness which kept it from stinging too terribly much and I floated away on a very nice cloud while the venik rained down again and again on my tired skin.  Don’t tell anyone, but I actually asked her to strike me harder.  Shhhhh.  I was exhausted, I didn’t know what I was doing!

When it was over, I rose and walked out, passing the other girl as she entered for her turn.  I wonder what she was thinking.  If this was a proper spanking story, she would have been trembling at the thought of taking her turn in front of the strict disciplinarian, having heard the entirety of my chastisement.  But this is not a story, and sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

I wonder, do you think the caretaker guessed my little secret?

If you’re interested, I found this web page about veniks.  Only, I swear the woman was actually hitting me, not gently sweeping them over me like the man in the video is doing (even before I asked her to do it harder, really).

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A 30-something spanking aficionado and all around good girl :)
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11 Responses to Do You Think She Guessed?

  1. scarlet says:

    That actually looks kind of nice…you don’t think there are any bugs in those leaves, though, do you? As a gardener, I know there are always bugs even when you think there aren’t. 🙂

  2. Libby says:

    Ah, the “old” countries and their curious ways!

    xoxo
    Lib

    • Em says:

      Libby, it was pretty nice. If there was a sauna around here that offered it I might work up the courage to do it again, even despite the fact that saunas usually make me sick.

  3. Oh THOSE venicks! Well yes, of course they should be applied vigorously else the effect is minimal, and what you’re going for is increased fluid circulation, deeper inside the soft tissues than the sauna’s heat alone would cause.

    Also Big Vera really likes tanning the hides of decadent Westerners. 😉

  4. Poppy says:

    That sounds wonderful. I have never thought of something like that being relaxing before but the way you write about it makes it seem amazingly so.

    How wonderful to travel so far and to expirience the less touristy aspects of such a different way of life.

  5. Em says:

    Devlin – is there another kind? Or perhaps whatever you conjured up in your evil mind is mire exciting? Please share!

    Poppy – it was relaxing, but honestly if I hadn’t been so exhausted I probably would have been too embarrassed to fully enjoy it. I am not ay all the sort of girl who usually feels comfortable wandering about naked in front of others! The trip overall was fabulous, mostly because I did have the opportunity to really see what life is like there without that gloss that tourists normally get.

  6. Kaki says:

    Bugs ! That was so funny, that would be the last thing I would’ve thought of if some strange Russian woman was holding a bush over my naked body.

    Good story Em, I am not too fond of saunas so maybe I am safe, but it does sound interesting.

  7. Karl Friedrich Gauss says:

    Wow, quite the experience. Obviously she knew you liked it since you wanted her to do it harder. As for what she extrapolated that to, well do you really care?

    It sounds like you had a fascinating glimpse into another culture where this sort of thing is not thought of as strange, cruel or unusual.

    One can only wonder what might have befallen you if you had misbehaved or otherwise caused the old battle axe a heap of trouble. She might have been tempted to REALLY show you “harder”.

    • Em says:

      Karl, thanks for commenting! No, I don’t really mind what she might have extrapolated, I do think there’s a kind of freedom in being somewhere different. I would certainly have been more self-conscious had this happened closer to home!

      As for the possibility of getting into trouble, I think it was pretty slim. Our hosts went out of their way to make us feel welcome and comfortable. Now, for a young woman staying on as an employee… well, there could be plenty of fun scenarios to play out there 😉

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