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Checking my search terms, I found a list which really amused and delighted me. Here is it, with comments!

• victorian women punishment

Yum! Feel free to share your own links, when you come to visit, please! This is a topic I can’t get enough of!

• spanked wearing a girdle

Yes, please! I mean, oh, do you want me to make some more porn in that vein…?

• hieroglyphic blowjobs

Oh, you mean this one? Maybe I should find an artist friend to do some kinky hieroglyphs…. Anyone interested?

• spanking marks

To be annoyingly precise, actually just a hand-spanking doesn’t usually leave marks, per se (although that first red handprint you sometimes get is nothing to sneeze at!) But if you want marks, I’d say search for “caning marks” or “strap marks” or “whip marks”, personally…!

• fingerfuck

Again with the “Yes, please!” I realize that I do not have enough images of fingers going into nether bits on this site … this must be rectified. Or, erm, vagified as well….

• birching pics

While there are these, again, I realize we have been sorely remiss. Or not sorely enough!

• medieval anal

Hmmm. Well, I guess they are going to this page, but then I guess they are disappointed upon doing so, because the “medieval anal” story I had up there I removed at some point in time (probably thinking it was worth sending out for publication, which I’ve never gotten around to doing!) So, what do you lot think? Should I just repost my “medieval anal” story up her for those few people in the world who will be searching on it (but who, I assume, will be ever so grateful should they actually find it!), or do I get my butt in gear and get it published in some anal sex erotica anthology?

• erotic victorian martinet spanking

Well, yes! I didn’t think I had much to satisfy that searcher here, so I did my own search, with excellent result:

Since Mr Defeu has an especially mean and nasty martinet, I think this calls for us making some victorian porn with said martinet! Although I may be a smart girl and be behind the camera for that one!

• zeille defeu

Um, no. Fail. It’s Zille. Rhymes with “Jill”. And how the hell do you even say that?

• mri sex

Ok. You’re looking for this page. It never gets old, does it?

• schoolgirls spanking

Also never gets old. (See pretty much every other post on this blog!)

• anal video clip

Well, all my favourites over the years seem to have gone from their clip sites. I wish I had downloaded them! However, my very favourite anal video is still there for your enjoyment!

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When all is said and done, I’m really happy with the ways people are finding this blog, and I hope they in turn are happy for having found it! Please feel free to leave a comment letting me know if you have found what you were looking for when you stopped by this site — and if you haven’t, free free to make a request!

Mr Defeu has made my day — and, heh heh, my year, by insisting I get dressed in a schoolgirl uniform today, and then having a hot, intense scene with me!

Once I had gotten dressed in a navy pinafore, blazer, white shirt, striped tie, and navy regulation knickers and navy over-the-knee socks, hair up in a high ponytail, Mr Defeu was ready for me, and he dragged me (pretending to be unwilling, as usual!) to the bedroom.

Once there, we just naturally fell into a really fun roleplay interaction in which he was trying to get me to admit that I needed some long-overdue discipline, and I was trying to legalistically argue my way out of what was coming to me. Now, since Mr Defeu is way, way better at the whole legalistic reasoning thing than me, I was guaranteed to argue my way into a corner — and into more trouble! There was no way that I could “win” — and that was a win in my view!

After we’d bandied words to our mutual delight for a while, he decided my talking back needing something done about it, So he grabbed a huge mean tawse and ordered me to grab my ankles. Whooops! I’d not intended to argue myself into that corner! I yelped loudly for all six burning thwacks!

Then he straightened me up and started again. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden intense pain, but I didn’t want to give up the fight too easily, so I sassed him a bit more. This led to him pulling over the punishment stool, bending me over it, and giving me a serious six from a cane.

Yeeeowch! This time when I lifted me back up (not letting me lower my skirt), I was feeling a good deal more contrite!

I admitted, finally, that I was well overdue some discipline. He gave me a hug while I composed myself … but I could tell that his main focus was looking at my regulation-knicker-clad-bottom in the mirror on the wall….

Finally he said, “Well, I think it’s time you got over my knee, girl,” and he pushed me over and started in for a long and very hard spanking. I was shocked at how much it hurt — this was not a spanking I mostly enjoyed, with a few sharp swats giving it piquancy. No, this was one where I honestly yelped, squirmed, and couldn’t catch my breath and get on top of the sensations.

And, to be honest, when it’s all said and done, those are really the spankings I like best. (But don’t tell anyone! Especially not Mr Defeu!)

There was going to be no orgasming from this spanking. I was more happy to make it out the other side alive!

After it was over, he then gravely informed me that it was time for a caning. (The first caning of course did not count, as I was not properly subdued and submitting at the time!) I took a deep breath and let him arrange me over the side of the bed, truly apprehensive.

It was an ordeal. A brilliant, wonderful, really hot ordeal, in retrospect , but at the time I was going through it, it was just waves of pain. I managed to take some strokes without a sound, which I was very proud of, but I think the other strokes, where I yipped and kicked and bounced probably lost me any points I’d gained.

Finally it was over (and the minute it is over, some really masochistic part of my brain says, “Oh! Is it really over already? Why can’t it go on?!” but I try very hard not to let that be in my “out-loud voice”!) and he was lubing his cock up, and then pulling the gusset of my knickers aside, to push himself inside me.

I’ve said before (and will say again) that this is my favourite sexual “position”: bent over something, fully dressed in uniform, with just the crotch of my panties pulled aside and my legs together modestly, being roughly taken from behind. I can enjoy the variety of other ways of doing sex … but this is the bestest of them all, and the one of which I can never get enough!

Some wondrous time later, he pulled out and made me finish him with my mouth, which just felt right and proper, after all my mouthing off….

And then, both sated and very pleased with life, we deeply enjoyed the post-scene snuggle.

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Bruises, as you may remember from posts past, are not something either he nor I want. Well, at least not long term — but when a scene is over I hate when it hurt terribly and I suffered horribly — and then there’s not a mark to prove it all! However, I really would like those weals and bruises gone by the next day … because Mr Defeu prefers a “fresh canvas” to do his art upon — and I want whatever will inspire him to greater artistic heights!

Today our play was extremely painful intense, but the marks right after play really don’t prove that — much to my frustration! I’ve been yelping every time I sit down, but it really doesn’t look like he strapped, caned, spanked, and caned me again!

I just had the brainstorm of actually searching for some products which help fade bruises faster. (Beyond just the simple arnica cream, which I’ve really never noticed to do a darned thing.) I’ve found some promising creams to test!

Help fade away bruises – faster. Fast dramatic results! You don’t have to live with embarrassing, bruised and discolored skin any longer – thanks to Vita-K Solution. Vita-K Solution Super Vitamin K with Arnica For Bruises combines Arnica – used by surgeons and dermatologists to reduce post-operative bruising and swelling and Super Vita-K – patented and clinically tested to help fade away the appearance of bruises, discolored skin, and other unsightly skin conditions. These two exceptional ingredients, blended in a rich cream formula, penetrate deep into the skin and begin to work immediately to promote the healing process and help bring back natural skin tones. Enhanced with Arnica and Super Vita-K for fast results! Arnica helps promote the healing of skin tissue.

With Clinicians Complex Bruise Cream, you need not worry about bruises. Clinicians Complex Bruise Cream helps in removing scars and bruises and making the skin smooth and radiant. This particular cream contains potent ingredients like Arnica oil, Emu oil, vitamin and green tea extract that are known for their cleansing properties and do not have any side effect.

• Removes bruises
• Formulated with Arnica and Emu oils
• Has cleansing properties

Clinicians Complex Bruise Cream helps improve and even accelerate skin’s natural healing process.

Donell K-Derm Cream utilizes topical vitamin K to help heal bruises, purpura, spider veins and small broken capillaries. It is specially formulated to infuse deeply within the skin to boost the body’s healing processes.

• Specially formulated to infuse deeply for maximum results
• Effective against spider veins, rosacea and under-eye circles
• Topical vitamin K helps heal bruises and purpura
• Hydrates and moistens the skin

Of course, my current “go to” rub for the bottom is Bath & Body Works True Blue Spa “Too Shea” 100% Shea Butter. Shea butter aids cell regeneration and capillary circulation and it melts on contact and is readily absorbed into the skin. (It also feels very luxurious when you rub it in. That is not completely irrelevant!) It might not aid the removal of bruising the way Vitamin K seems to do, but I think it will help prevent “leather butt” for those who play frequently. And it has other things to recommend it, as this excerpt from National Geographic shows:

Shea butter is ideal for the topical application of cosmetic and medicinal formulas.

Healing Qualities

The healing qualities of Shea butter are due to the presence of several fatty acids and plant sterols, namely oleic, stearic, palmitic and linolenic acids. These oil-soluble components are nonsaponifiable, meaning they do not undergo saponification, or convert to soap, when introduced to an alkali. Shea butter possesses a significantly greater nonsaponifiable fraction than most other nut oils and fats, which lends the substance greater healing potential for the skin.

Anti-Inflammatory Properties

Shea butter contains several derivatives of cinnamic acid, a compound common to cinnamon and balsam trees. In the May 2010 issue of the “Journal of Oleo Science,” Toshihiro Akihisa and fellow researchers published the results of a study that investigated the effects of four triterpene acids and four triterpene cinnamates isolated from Shea butter on tissue swelling in mouse skin. The scientists reported that Shea butter not only demonstrated anti-inflammatory benefits, but one compound, lupeol cinnamate, also prevented tumor development in a carcinogenesis test, a procedure in which cancer cells are literally “grown” in a culture dish.

I haven’t written about the dynamics about domination and submission for a long time on this blog. The reason being that Mr Defeu and I had needed to stop being 24/7 Master and slave when we went through some relationship issues a couple years ago. It was the most healthy decision we could make at the time, but it deeply hurt both of us to have to do it. We both want to get back to the correct balance of power (for us) as soon as we can — but we have to be careful to build up to it carefully and correctly (which we patently didn’t do the first time around!).

This past weekend, we took a step closer to that strongly-desired goal.

It was Sunday morning, and I woke up feeling generally upset. Well, specifically upset, on a him-and-me issue. I was supposed to join Mr Defeu in bed (due to insomnia issues, I’ve been sleeping in the loft bed in another room) as I do most weekend mornings (I miss sleeping with him, so I like to get in snuggles when we go to bed, and snuggles when we get up, which are the high points of sleeping with someone, anyway!). I joined him, but he could tell I was upset, and he held me while I composed my thoughts. I started telling him about them, and he suddenly stopped me.

“I want to try something,” he said, “I want to cane you, and have sex, before we have this discussion.”

Well, that stopped me dead in my tracks — I was not expecting that! Mr Defeu explained that he thought our discussion of the issues would go better after we had emotionally and physically connected.

Now, I was really not in the mood for sex, and really not in the mood for pain. If this had been earlier in my life, I would have flat-out said no. But I thought about what Mr Defeu had suggested, and it actually made a good deal of sense. We would be more in tune with each other after that, and thus more able to make it through the discussion in an entirely beneficial manner. It would undoubtedly work on all sorts of psychological levels for both of us. It was absolutely the right thing to do.

“But!” part of me whined, “I’m not in the mooooood! I don’t wanna!”
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Mr Defeu has many evil, evil tawses, but there is one stiff leather strap that I am always delighted to see him get out of the toy drawer. It looks about as imposing as any other piece of leather in his collection, but for some reason, this strap can’t hit me wrong — there’s not a time I don’t get some enjoyment from it. It ranges from “Ohhh, that’s a nice tease — please hit me harder!” to “Please keep that up — if you do, I’ll orgasm from this!” to “This is just a bit over the edge of what I can take, but it’s just that perfect amount over the edge! Do it again!”

There are some implements that from the first swat I loathe, despise, and outright hate. But this one turns me into an eager masochist, wriggling her bottom in eager anticipation. The implements which only hurt are perfect to use for tools of actual punishment. (Thus, the wooden paddle we have which is used for just that purpose, and which I do wish would just magically disappear, never to be seen again.) But this strap has come to be known as the “reward strap”. It’s just that good.

A couple weeks ago we were on a trip together. I often do his packing for him (a service I very much enjoy) and had used this opportunity to slip in that beloved strap and a bottle of lube — just in case, you know. It’s always good to be prepared for anything, right?! It was a busy, chaotic trip, but finally, on the last day, we had time alone together, and nothing else to do for a nice long evening stretching out ahead of us….
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This past weekend Mr Defeu and I had this most lovely, amazing scene, which I just had to share with you lot!

I said in a previous post that we haven’t been able to play much, recently, but that I’d been finding surprise benefits to that. We managed to grab some playtime this past weekend, and I was in for another nice surprise!

I don’t know what it was, but the energy between us was like when we first started playing together. There was an eagerness to it, an exploration of bodies, like you’d expect from a one-night-stand, not a married couple.

I was wearing this slutty spandex dress he’d bought me a while ago. It’s my favourite thing to wear on hot days, because there’s not much to it, but it keeps my breasts from bouncing around and flatters what small bits of my body it covers.

My new nick-title for him is Boss (like the girls in Heinlein!). He was teasing my nipples through the spandex, pinching harder and harder, and before long I exclaimed, “Ouch! You’re a meanie! You’re a mean Boss! I think I had better quit your employment!”

“No, I don’t think you will,” he replied (making me melt) and really pinched down a poor helpless nipple.

“Do you want me to go get the clothes pins…?” I asked, softly — as it was out of the role’s character, and a bit shyly as well…. He agreed, and I raced over to the “kinky drawer”, which is filled with straps, tawses, paddles, and other random assorted instruments of pain and pleasure.

“You’d better take your top down,” he warned, and I did so coyly. It’s amazing – I think I will be somewhat shy around Mr. Defeu forever. He’s seen me naked in very exposing positions, he’s done humiliating things to me in those positions – but I still feel awkward and nervous disrobing in front of him. It’s hot.

Next thing, I have one of the “nice” clips on each nipple. Now, I have supremely sensitive nipples, so while these clips might not impress most people, they have me squirming in serious discomfort in but a few minutes.

Thus followed a timeless (but all too long and all too short!) period of Mr Defeu putting clips on, taking clips off, getting out the “nasty” clips and putting them on (“I will scream if you use that!” I warned shrilly – and scream I did!) and finally we ended with four clips on my nipples, me squirming in ever-increasing pain until I said, breathlessly, “I can’t take it anymore!”

He held my wrists in one hand as the pain overcame me. Undoubtedly he was counting in his head, but I couldn’t keep track of the seconds as they ticked by. Finally, he yanked them all off, and there was the rush of pain that comes from nipple-clamp removal, but honestly it was overwhelmed by my relief and the Adrenalin rush! I threw my arms around him, kissing his face and neck, filled with such gratitude that he would take me there, take control, help me experience things like that.

It’s moments like that when I really realize how much the giving of pain is a gift, the act of dominating is a selfless one at the same time as it is giving the top their own more-selfish pleasures.

We were both a bit breathless, eyes sparkling with lust. One of us was drippingly wet, the other painfully erect.

Then he ordered me into a modified 69 position, my hips to one side of his head. I went down on him as he spanked and fingered me.

For some reason, this gave him an all too good angle of attack for the spanks. Each one bit into me sharply. I soon could no longer focus on the pleasure of his finger for the distraction from the pain, and sometime thereafter had to stop going down on him, as well, for fear of biting him!

He was delighted by my helplessness, and didn’t seem to care that I had stopped pleasuring him – he was entirely focused on his own sadistic pleasures.

The nipple play had been an utterly confusing combination of pleasure and pain. I always perceive nipple play in very confused senses: pain as being delicious, pleasure as being too intense and thus painful. But this spanking (usually something I mostly perceive as pleasurable) had moved rapidly into the realm of purely painful.

As I have learned about myself as a masochist: it was the sort of thing I hated in the moment, but would later masturbate over, cherishing all the details of the intense pain and feelings of being overwhelmed.

After he had satisfied his sadism, he ordered me on top of him. I think he really delights in having hurt me, knowing I have suffered, and then seeing me be unable to keep from orgasming right as soon as he pushes inside me.

We finished back at the blowjob. It just seemed right – to thank him, to try and express how much it meant to me, and how appreciative I was for every moment of it.