Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Archive for the ‘erotica’ Category

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!

I found this “right up my alley” (as it were…!) schoolgirl-caning-and-sex tale online, and the author (LurkingCol@removethis.hotmail.com) says it’s okay to repost it, so I wanted to share it with you!

Natalia felt the butterflies growing in the pit of her tummy as she wandered the halls towards the office. All around her girls wandered in different directions. They paid her no attention. School was out, and their laughter and wide smiles only served to darken the young woman’s mood. She forced herself to keep going, even though a voice from the back of her mind tried to impose reason. Was she still sane? She forced herself towards the school secretary’s office. She almost faltered, almost spun on her heal and out to safety. But she had no choice in the matter, not really.

Mrs Witherspoon was not particularly surprised to see Natalia in the office. After all, as school captain she often had to visit Principle Skinner. It was not even that unusual when Natalia said it was a ‘private matter’. She shrugged, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave. It was Friday afternoon and she had no intention of staying late today.She knocked, slipped her head into Mrs Skinner’s office, and told him Natalia was waiting. He looked a little surprised, but pleasantly so. Natalia seemed a little preoccupied, almost worried. Surely she wasn’t in some kind of trouble.”Principle Skinner will be with you in a moment. Say, are you okay Natalia?”, Mrs Witherspoon asked in a concerned tone.

The girl seemed to snap out of her inner thoughts and looked up with a warm smile.

“I’m fine thanks. Just preoccupied. Have a good weekend.”

Mrs Witherspoon smiled. She was such a lovely girl, and so pretty too. To think she’d wondered whether Natalia might be in some kind of trouble. She bade Natalia goodnight and slipped from the office, closing the door behind her.

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Principle Skinner led the senior girl’s captain into his office. He was a little surprised to see her here unannounced, particularly with the unreadable expression on her face. He offered her a seat, trying desperately not to let his eyes linger too long on her figure as she did so.For Natalia was an exquisite beauty. She had only turned eighteen years of age that fall, but her figure was full with a woman’s curves. However it was her hair that made her stand out, long golden locks that flowed in a wavy fashion down her back. He sighed to himself as he sat down; it would not be quite the same next year without her.”Well Natalia, you’re not smiling today for a change. What seems to be the problem?”

Natalia paused slightly, as if carefully considering what to say. In fact, she had practised every word of what she was about to say several times, but her mind was blank. Her heart raced. Principle Skinner sensed her unnatural nerves and waited silently.

“Sir, do you remember those girls that were caught smoking last month?”, she asked. Her heart leaped. She struggled to make eye contact. There was no going back now.
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Last week, an exclusive interview (and particularly fun one!) with me was published over at the
Cherry Red Report: Exclusive Interview: Zille Defeu on Double Rainbows, Zombies, Hairbrushes, Garden Gnomes, Lady Ga-Ga, Spanko Fiction, and More.

I was so excited about it (still am!) but then my week went crazy with things I had to get done — as well as our first punishment which renewed our disciplinary relationship (Apunishment accomplished), and then my husband, Mr Defeu, started actually writing for this blog (Punished, and then…), so his posts took precedence because it’s all shiny and new for him (and I’m so glad to have him getting involved in this blog that is a huge part of my life), and then the weekend was full of the local spanking munch and spankings at home.

So it is just now that I am stealing a moment to squeee with delight over the most fun interview I’ve ever done, and how lovely Dave over at Cherry Red Report has been, making me feel so welcome and valued. (And it could not have been a better time, what with me coming in second in the New Spankee of the Year Award. At least Brushstrokes had some nice things to say about me. Oh, also, I accept consolation in the form of chocolates and compliments. My Amazon wishlist is here, for any inspired to send consolation prizes! )

(Image above left, pouting, because I didn’t win, from NSI.)

Anyway, getting back to the happy bit, here are a few of my favourite questions with my responses, but do head over to the Cherry Red Report to read the whole thing!

We here at CRR are thrilled to present an exclusive interview with Zille Defeu, who is an absolutely fab fetish model, spanking star, top-notch photographer, sizzling writer, spanko blogger, super cool person, self-described “raging pervert” and so much more yummy goodness. *swoon* [...]
Thank you Zille for taking the time to chat with The Cherry Red Report. In your opinion, what is the best way to kill a zombie?

When you see the zombie coming at you, you take a special poison that attacks and stores itself in your braaaainzzzzz. Then, after the zombie kills you and eats your braaaainzzzzz, it will be poisoned by the “baited” meat. This, as far as I know from my extensive research, is the most reliable way to make sure the zombie dies. It involves self-sacrifice, sure, but when the zombie apocalypse comes, such things will be asked of us all.

I keep my poison in a special false tooth just for this purpose. It is my “final friend” because I should be well-past consciousness (although still alive enough to keep the zombie’s interest) when the zombie gets to me, so I won’t feel a thing as it rips me apart!

Do you think all hairbrushes should gathered and destroyed?

To be honest, I’ve only had one hairbrush ever used on me! And it was in a custom video (so no one will ever see it, bwahahaha!) for a guy who didn’t want the spanking to be “too hard” – so thus far, to my experience, hair brushes are lovely multipurpose things, with a bad rap!

Although I hate-hate-hate the paddle, so I do wonder if I will also come to hate the hairbrush just as much!

On the other hand, I have come to value things that can be really intense and make me cry, without leaving marks. (Having to not be marked is the one downside to modeling!) So if the hairbrush could yield such results, I might become quite a fan of it.
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After the fact, now here’s some fiction:

(Screen capture from “School Dreams,” Starring Zille Defeu & Stephen Lewis, at Northern Spanking Institute.)

She lay sprawled across the hard surface of his desk, not-quite crying now, but still sniffling and gulping and really still not far from tears. Her hateful, ugly, “regulation knickers” bunched at the top of her thighs, having been casually — and callously — dragged there one handed, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a man to tug down a grown girl’s underwear. And now those vile knickers just uselessly framed that part of her body that they were supposed to cover, conceal, protect — a part which was now reddened, blotched and marked.

It was always the combination that did it to her. The cane and the tawse. It never mattered much which order he used them on her, but the getting two together in one punishment always knocked the stuffing out of her. One or the other alone she could handle; they always hurt, and maybe he’d bring out the tears, but afterwards she still felt like (a rather subdued version of) herself.

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The very nice Bondage Blog just linked to my 1970′s Spanking Party post. So I wandered over to the site to look ’round, and immediately found an anime pic which totally does it for me:

What I like in the above image:

• The knickers roughly shoved aside for penetration. Sex is better NOT naked!
• The anime jizz. I’ve been totally corrupted by a combination of Victorian and anime porn (who knew those had anything in common?!), and so my fantasies have copious ejaculate flying everywhere.
• The fact that time was taken to draw the guy as out of shape. I love the “humiliation” factor there — hot young girl being used by older guy. I’d actually much rather see that than a hot porn stud any day of the week. It’s just more where I’m at.
• The position, too. She is so helpless on his lap like that. It makes her look really small, and him really in control.

Kink.com, despite their usual focus on nudity (yawn), do have a very good shot of this fetish:

(Also, can I just say I love the use of chiaroscuro in this image. It actually adds to how hot it is for me!)

I did not have the panties-pushed-aside fetish until I got together with Mr Defeu. But combining his fetishes for schoolgirl uniforms with authentic knickers and his spandex catsuit fetish with my endless desire for penetration (heehee, puts new meaning to: “You got your chocolate in my peanut butter!” “No, you got your peanut butter in my chocolate!”) soon lead to us both realizing that we’d much rather have sex where he was either pushing my regulation knickers to the side (or unzipping my catsuit crotch-zipper just enough) for roughly “taking” me.

Hmm, that last sentence calls for more thought on the matter. The fact is that I really would prefer to be playing at “consensual non-consent” (the “safe” and more comfortable term for “rape play”) than happily boinking away. There is time in my world for some consensual sex, but if I was to get a “bumper sticker” tattoo in the area over my ass, it would read, “I’d rather be pretending I don’t want to!” (“My other car is being raped” doesn’t have quite the right ring to it! Anyone have any other bumper sticker ideas?)

And here is where I think the Victorian and anime porn influences really do intersect and make me the girl I am today. Both the Victorians and the Japanese are a culture where “Good girls don’t,” and where it’s all about male desire, and women submitting. Whether it’s a lord of the manor with an unwilling maid-servant, or a tentacle-monster with a uniformed-schoolgirl, chances are great she’ll be moaning, “No, no, please don’t put it in there!”

And, given my druthers, I’ll be in a Victorian period gown (with corset and other period unmentionables, thank you!) or schoolgirl uniform, moaning just the very same thing, as my clothing is shoved roughly out of the way, so proper phallic item can be pushed even more roughly inside me.

Yes, now that is what I like!