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Mr Defeu is off on a trip again, and so when I found this old post it really resonated with me…. Originally posted on 6th Oct 2008.

Mr Defeu got home last Thursday night, and I promptly got sick. And then he had family-crisis stuff to deal with. So the best I could do as his girl was to have yummy food prepared for him, and surprise him with his desk all cleaned and neat and polished. (Most of the house was supposed to also be this way, but see above about the getting sick part, which threw the wrench in those plans!) I was scared that the weekend would go by with just dealing with family stuff. And also, when I get sick, he gets all in Daddy mode and wants to snuggle and pamper me.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I like being snuggled and pampered as much as the next girl, but when it means his Mean Scary Dominant Self gets turned off – then I’m a sad girl, because I live for our scenes. When he growls roughly at me to do something, my knees turn to jelly and other parts of my anatomy do fascinating things. When he gets all sweet and loving, it’s great … but well, it’s like flavours. I like to eat sweet stuff (oh yes I do indeed!) but I also crave rich, hearty, savoury flavours as well. Think of discipline and the various pains of spanking, caning, etc., as Boeuf Bourguignon, and your favourite sort of pizza, and spaghetti the way your mom made it, and creamy Potatoes Au Gratin, and sushi, and chicken satay and Tom Ka Gai, and a Monte Christo or Croque Monsieur or your favourite sandwich or burger, and, and, and … all your favourite savoury foods!

Happily, some of that yummy stuff was coming my way. He said he needed a nap, early Sunday evening, and I despaired. But then he saw I was upset and pointed out that after the nap, he would be refreshed…. He slept for about 45 minutes, and then I went in and joined him in the bed, and snuggled with him as he napped, and just enjoyed lying in bed with him, feeling his warmth and hearing his breathing, as I looked out of the window at the night-time city lights.

Eventually he stirred, and reached for my hand, and pulled it down to his cock, which was obviously wide awake and ready for action.

I laughed with delight, and said, “You should take lots of naps, Sir!”

Then I didn’t say anything for a while, because I was sucking his cock.

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Since the review of the classic English discipline video, “Dr. Zubatski’s Treatment X”  was so popular, I thought I’d mention another one that I did long ago, and is lost in the archives.

This is the review I did (in the form of a letter to Mr Defeu).

 If you don’t feel like a trip in the way-back machine, here are some links and mini-review:

(Image from ClassicSpanking.com)

Before Flight Officer Brenda Fennington can advance to her new position in Department S, she must undergo a series o test. She did quite well in the mental aptitude and physical exertion exam. But the most difficult is still ahead. She must demonstrate her capacity to endure pain. Stripped down to her regulation black panties, gaterbelt and hose, assumes the position. Her obediently awaiting posterior is about to receive a very lengthy and painful thrashing under her commander’s limber cane. After her ordeal she is forced into a freezing cold shower. The final test was the most painful experience of her life. But it was worth it. She passed with flying colors, black and blue.

Brutal Examination	Six of the Best!
Truly sadistic caning	Thrown in a cold shower

(Images from video-on-demand site HotMovies.com)

Also on that video on demand:

“Victorian Interlude” — Mrs. Farrington is a lady of privilege who had constantly conducted herself in a manner unbefitting of her station. Such behavior must be corrected. For this task Victorian families commonly enlist the services of the Hand Matron, a professional disciplinarian, well skilled in the application of corporal punishment. Mrs. Farringtion must bare her lovely tender bottom for the Hand Matron’s stern chastisement. This video provides a rare glimpse into the disciplinary practices of a bygone age.

The American Spanking Society (or A.S.S. — Todd and Suzy’s blog) has a great game up on their site — and it just happens to have my bottom in it!

For those who would like to go play the game, here’s a hint of which bottom might be mine:

(From Northern Spanking Institute of course!)

In other news, literally, my dear friend Tamsyn sent me an article with a wonderful headline:

City police search for woman wearing handcuffs, ball gag

PORTSMOUTH – Police launched a noontime search for a city woman described as wearing handcuffs and a “ball gag.”

Capt. Mike Schwartz said the call began at a downtown restaurant where the woman dined, then left wearing the cuffs and gag.

“A woman who called (police) was interested in getting the cuffs back,” said Schwartz.

The police captain said the case is under investigation and may or may not lead to a theft charge. According to emergency radio communications, the calling party has the keys to the handcuffs for when the woman is located.

The woman is described as about 5′ 5”, 30 years old and Caucasian.

Happily, it all ends well: Cuffed and gagged woman found safe, say police

PORTSMOUTH — A woman in handcuffs and a “ball gag” who was the subject of a Tuesday police search was found safe, said Capt. Mike Schwartz.

The 30-year-old woman was sought by police for “a well-being check” after she reportedly left a downtown restaurant cuffed and gagged. Schwartz said a caller told police the woman left the eatery restrained by the handcuffs and gag and the caller “was interested in getting the cuffs back.”

Patrol officers searched the immediate area to no avail, but the woman was later located and police determined she was not in danger. She was checked at Portsmouth Regional Hospital and released, according to police.

Schwartz said the initial caller owns the cuffs and gag and the items were returned.

This, as Tamsyn pointed out, was obviously the result of a kinky munch gone wrong!

I just love that it can’t be about someone getting their handcuffs stolen, but that a “a well-being check” at the frickin’ hospital had to be brought into it!

At least no one had to go to jail for the silliness. I hope “the initial caller [who] owns the cuffs and gag” has learned his/her lesson and keeps such trifles in the community next time! I’m sure somebody knew somebody else who had the email address of either the person wearing the cuffs or the person leading them out the restaurant! And, really, people, it’s not that hard to buy another ball gag or pair of handcuffs!

I’m still recovering from Folsom (as are most of my friends!) but I wanted to share some pictures I took that will probably be appreciated by you pervy lot!

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I’ve been organizing the books in our apartment, as they are threatening to take over the place, and I found this gem among Papa Otter’s erotica collection.

The cover is more funny than arousing (to me, anyway) but what is lovely and even in it’s own way arousing is the innocence of the image. No worries about feminism, here, no angst about if spanking your wife is okay, no confusion about whether discipline should have sex involved (the author thinks it should, if you can’t tell by the spanker’s humongous erection!) — these are some happy ’60s swingers who explore their desires with an almost child-like innocence.

The book cheerfully merges domestic discipline with sex (and swinging, because once you find out the neighbours like spanking, too, the obvious next step is to spank and fuck the neighbour’s wife, non?) in a way that is very heartening for me, because Papa Otter and I find they mingle very well indeed, and I was very surprised when I came across the DD [Domestic Discipline] community and found out that I wasn’t supposed to want to mix those things!

My favourite example of this (and I really need to carry the URL for this site around with me, because when I tell people about it they just can’t believe me) is this fabulous article, Thanking the HOH — The “Formal Thank You” as a Non-Sexual Act. I don’t know how I found it, but once I realized what I’d come across, I had a reaction that combined all the best aspects of shooting my drink out my nose and punching the air and shouting, “Yes!”
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