Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Recently, the ever-so-sexy Rain Degrey loaned me a selection of rubber and fetish specialty magazines from the 1970s. I just love these things — they are so much kinkier to me than modern slick magazines — this was a time when liking this stuff wasn’t cool – it could cause you serious social ostracism, and possibly, if your filthy perversion was discovered, the loss of job and/or marriage. At best, you were unlikely to ever find a partner who would understand your needs.

And that’s what these magazines really tried to help with: hooking up like-minded perverts for nights of rubber-mac-clad-passion, classic-knicker-and-fully-formed-stocking-lust, or spanking delights. (Or all of the above together!)

In the Issue of “Rubber and Latex Special — Part B” (£1 per issue!), to my joy I discovered an article called, “Spanking Parties” (this being topical to some recent posts) and it was with even greater delight that I read the first paragraph:

The swinging spanking party is now part of the American scene and is, in many parts, taking the place of the wife-swapping party, which had quite a vogue over there for many years. The spanking party, particularly on the Western Sea Board, is becoming as important to the social life of the younger set as the bridge party has been over here.

Well, well! It couldn’t get much better than that! As I read further, I decided that actually the author of this article was A.) Not female, B.) had never been to the US, and C.) had possibly never been to a spanking party, either. But it doesn’t matter — there is a certain amusement value that comes from that! I include the rest of the article below, for your vintage reading pleasure. I’ve also scanned a couple of the images that accompanied the article — check out that vintage lingerie!

(I would love to ask the publishers for permission to reprint this — but there is no contact info for any publisher listed. If you know how I can get in contact with the owner of this article, please let me know so I can get in touch with them!)

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The swinging spanking party is now part of the American scene and is, in many parts, taking the place of the wife-swapping party, which had quite a vogue over there for many years. The spanking party, particularly on the Western Sea Board, is becoming as important to the social life of the younger set as the bridge party has been over here.

The main areas where they abound are on the new housing estates which are mushrooming up, and where little organised leisure time activities are available.

The spanking party grows out of a need to relieve the tedium of living. Spanking, as opposed to caning and other forms of corporal punishment of the severer type, has been part of the established form of correction in America for many years.

In the home, the child expects to have his bottom smacked with either the hand or, more usually, the paddle, for any misdemeanours. Later, at school, where societies from a large part of our of school activities, spanking is often included in the initiation ceremony, particularly if the sorority has any athletic annotations.

In the past, these initiation ceremonies were becoming more and more sadistic in their format. Because of many complaints, the ceremonies were banned in several schools where they still continue, the bestiality [sic] has tended to disappear, and has been replaced by the “fun” element.

Many ceremonies end with the formal presentation of one’s own paddle, suitably engraved, to mark the occasion. These presentation paddles are often placed on the wall in one’s house as a trophy. Everyone is proud to have them, it is because of this background that spanking parties have become popular. How do they start? Often it is in a very small way.

The American women are in and out of each others houses exchanging coffee dates as regularly as clockwork. On such an occasion one may comment on the paddle hanging on the wall. Very easily, the conversation turns towards the subject of spanking, and experiences are swopped, and they begin to reminisce about their College days.

The Hostess of the coffee party may, if she still enjoys the feel of the paddle at the hands of her husband, take the paddle down and hand it round. Then, it needs only one of the party to suggest a mutual paddling for the whole thing to begin. There and then, everyone paddles everyone else, and brings a glow all round. With the ice well and truly broken, those keenly interested will soon get together to discuss ways and means of doing it more often.
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On Friday night Mr. Defeu and I watched a film I’d been looking forward to for a couple months.

I had started watching it on my own — Mr. Defeu has no interest in “bodice rippers” or period romances, so I tend to get them while he’s travelling, and then get some chocolate ice cream and make sure the tissues are to hand.

I couldn’t remember why I’d rented this film, but I knew I’d put it in the Netflix queue for some reason. As it started, I thought, “Oh, gods, it’s one of those Victorian ones made in the late ’70s/early ’80s, where the girls have that ever-so-authentic blue eyeshadow and big hair.” But I thought I’d give it a fair go — after all, Sergeant Cribb was made in 1980 and set in the Victorian period, and it’s wonderful.

The film starts with a gentleman riding home from his pheasant shooting … when he spies a boy on the road. He then asks the very pretty lad where he is going, and ascertains that the poor boy is homeless and in need of a friend, and takes him home to feed him a good dinner, and ends up telling the lad he can stay. Well, I hadn’t even gotten to the start of the dialogue when I yelped in surprise, “But this is Frank and I! Ohmigod!” (Yes, I was talking to myself. But Mr. Defeu wasn’t there, so I only had myself to talk to!)

For no reason anyone can figure out, they called the film Lady Libertine, but it most certainly follows very closely to the Frank and I story, I even recognized some lines spoken directly from the book.

For those who don’t know, Frank and I is one of the finest Victorian erotic classics, very much focussing on the love of the rod, that very English vice. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed that I recognized the story before 10 seconds of film had passed, but it gives you an idea of how many times I’ve re-read and masturbated to this book!

The above picture that I’m sure perked up your attention is from the first CP scene (in the book it is a birching, but obviously for the movie they chose the cane), when our narrator, Charlie, still thinks that “Frank” is just a very pretty lad who is in need of some corrective discipline. It is at the end of the caning (although in the book it’s after the second birching) where Charlie discovers that Frank is actually “Frances,” a girl who has run away from very bad circumstances. Obviously, Charlie decides to keep “Frank” around, which of course would have been very scandalous if anyone were to discover their secret, as in Victorian times young ladies were not generally put unchaperoned into the hands of an unmarried man not related to them. (Thus the book cleverly sets up a really erotic plot!)

The above image is from the story Frances recounts. She had been given to a whore house, unknown to her, after the death of her parents. When Frances wouldn’t put out with the customers, she was beaten by the madam with a slipper. It isn’t quite how it went in the book, but still, nice that they went along with the plot that much! Great use of period split drawers, also!

This next scene is from when Charlie visits the brothel where Frances had been beaten and almost forced into prostitution. This is, and it’s the same in the book and movie, is a tableau vivant of “The punishment of a Nihilist in a Russian Prison.” Really! (While this is actually appropriate for the time in which the story is set, it still seems amusingly random!) Above you see the first stroke of the whip on the “nihilist’s” buttocks. They use red paint to simulate blood, but as you can see, some of those strokes must have stung, regardless!

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This shot is from a really transformative scene, in both the book and the movie. Frances, now dressed in the clothes of her birth gender, has been on holiday with Charlie, and got stuck flirting with this guy who pushed it further along than she wanted. Charlie was very jealous and angry with her. Above she is saying, “Charles – Punish me any way you like … as long as afterwards you forgive me!”

After this scene, the movie is mostly over (this transformative scene leads to love and marriage, and sadly it is implied that Charlie and Frances have finished with the whole CP thing and are now going to be vanilla-ever-after) but the book goes on rather longer – and involves a good deal more of the stuff that you would expect in something called “Lady Libertine” – I have no idea why they called the movie that, as they cut most of the really libertine scenes from it!

In the end, like all movies not made directly for a spanko audience by spankos, this has its disappointments. However, not many spanking porn producers are going to have the budget that Playboy Films does, so we have to take what we can get. (Note to spanking film/website producers – if you are actually going to do a high-budget version of Frank and I, please count me in! I would even cut my hair in a boy’s cut, if I had to!)

Here is a sample of that first punishment scene!

Today’s fantasy comes from the article “Papal crackdown on bare-kneed tourists sparks hypocrisy claims” from The Register:

The Vatican’s stripey knickerbocker-clad Swiss Guards have launched a crack down on scantily-clad tourists in and around the Holy See.

Reports say that a long-standing modest dress decree has been extended from St Peter’s basicilica – the big church – to the whole of the Vatican mini-state.

The Pope’s halberd-waving steel-hatted private army has apparently been forcing quivering tourists into corners to berate them for having uncovered shoulders or knees. While some have been directed to nearby traders specialising in more modest apparel, others have been refused entry to Vatican City altogether, The Telegraph reports. [...]

The crackdown has angered some visitors, who said it was hypocritical for an organisation beset by child abuse allegations to suddenly get all hot and bothered about ladies’ shoulders and men’s hairy knees. Still, when it comes to driving Satan out of the Vatican you’ve got to start somewhere, so why not with spaghetti strap tops and Bermuda shorts?

It should be noted that the guards wear a 16th century outfit including a natty doublet and voluminous pantaloons, and while the pantaloons stop above the knee, the offending joints are covered by coordinated stockings. Their wardrobe also includes a knee-length doublet.

The pope himself generally wears a floor length cassock, which this week he has apparently been teaming with a baseball cap in pontifical white.

(The above lovely shot of the Vatican Guards is from Wikipedia.)

This of course has spawned some serious Swiss Guard fantasies for me — because how could you not want to be spanked by someone in that get-up?!

My fantasy runs like this … I get into Vatican City wearing a cardigan over my tube top, but it’s a hot day, and also, I like the idea of naughtily flashing a bit of skin where I shouldn’t.

So the cover-up gets stuffed in my bag, and I take in the sights showing off not only shoulder, but a few inches of stomach as well! (And, actually, since I actually usually wear low-riding trou, that could be quite a few inches of the middle of me uncovered!)

I’ve gotten my shots of famous statues and buildings, bought some postcards, and am ready to head back to the tour bus … when two Swiss Guards bear down on me, berating me in thickly accented English. There I am in a corner, away from the other tourists, trapped by the two overbearing guards….

Here’s where my fantasy breaks up a bit, because what shall they use on me?! Take off their leather belts? Use the scabbards of their swords? Or do Swiss Guards carry some esoteric, medieval tool of correction?! (And/or do they use their rough, sword-callused hands?)

Anyway, no matter what they use, we all know it ends with me walking stiffly to my tour bus, eyes red-rimmed, and sweater on and buttoned all the way up!

While I’m a dedicated book-worm all year round, there is something special about “summer reading.” It’s the excuse, I suppose, for reading even less intellectual brain-candy than usual. (Although my reading pattern tends to be that I have something dense on-going and will go through several other fluffier reads while slogging through the hard stuff.)

There is no excuse for the following two books, save for that it’s summer and my brain has melted. Somehow, and I have no idea how this could have happened, they both turned out to be quite kinky!

They were both, “just found on the shelf at the library” books that wandered home with me. But I must admit that I could sorta tell from the cover that the first book was going to be dirty. And it’s funny to think of a prudish porn star, but I was actually shocked at what I was reading — I mean, I got it at the library! I thought that sort of stuff could only be found at “Adult” stores!

(This image from sexandsubmission.com is here because A.) it’s hot, B.) it’s got two men in it, which happens in the below book, and C.) that’s my friend Calico in between them. I happen to know she really quite enjoyed that shoot!)

Here’s a bit from the Claimed by the Wolf: A Shadow Guardians Novel (by Charlene Teglia) which I thought you lot would enjoy:

“I want you bent over that wall.” He indicated a ledge on the far side of the small room.

Sybil managed to get her feet under herself and stood. Then she made her way to the spot he’d chosen. The rock formed a natural shelf at a convenient height. If she stood with her legs shoulder length apart and bent forward from the waist, it would support her fairly comfortably.

“Like this?” She asked the question over her shoulder, and drew in her breath sharply when she realized he was right behind her.

“Exactly like that.”
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From: New Scientist!

Spanking is stressful at first, but it could bring consenting couples closer together. That’s the implication of two studies of hormonal changes associated with sadomasochistic (S&M) activities including spanking, bondage and flogging.

Brad Sagarin at Northern Illinois University in DeKalb and colleagues measured levels of the stress hormone cortisol in 13 men and women at an S&M party in Arizona, before, during and after participating in activities. During S&M scenes, cortisol rose significantly in those receiving stimulation, but dropped back to normal within 40 minutes if the scene went well. There was no change in those inflicting the activity.

At an S&M event in Colorado, testosterone was measured in 45 men and women. It increased significantly in receiving women only. Donatella Marazziti of the University of Pisa, Italy, says the boost may help women cope with the aggressive nature of S&M activities, or that it could be another sign of stress. In both studies, couples who said the party went well also reported increases in relationship closeness (Archives of Sexual Behavior, DOI: 10.1007/s10508-008-9374-5).

It’s important to note that levels of both hormones dropped back down in couples who enjoyed the experience, Marazziti says. “When sexual intercourse is consensual it is not stressful – even if it is extreme sex.”

Heh — for me, I don’t think my stress levels go up when the spanking starts at all — I’m just too happy about it! Of course, if it’s actual punishment, that’s another matter … but the study didn’t go into such detail!

Maybe we should do our own study! We in the spankosphere could start S.P.A.N.K. (the Society of Professional and Notable Kinksters, perhaps, although I’m sure one of you could come up with some better words to fill that acronym, this was just off the top of my head!) and do scientific studies of all sorts of aspects of spanking and CP. We could have the S.P.A.N.K. Institute (classically I think these things are supposed to be in Switzerland, but my vote is for either the UK or somewhere tropical!) and we could call upon the world’s finest scientists (if you go with my theory that all scientists are perverts, then this makes it easy to assume they’ll all want to join us!) and then have spankers and spankees coming in for trials and studies.

Can’t you see it … white hallways with white-lab-coated spankologists walking looking at clipboards (or, better yet, Star Trek PADDs!), passing rooms, where looking in the windows on the doors, you can see girls bent over various white furniture items (a bed, a desk, a chair, even white and sterile medieval torture pieces) with wires hooked up to their heads and bodies, with scientists standing around taking notes as the spanker lines up another hit … or the “psychology” labs which have perfect sets (schoolroom, headmaster’s office, reformatory dormitory) where spankees and spankers interact while scientists monitor from one-way mirrors … there can be a sleep lab for seeing if people sleep better after a spanking … and a gymnasium for exercise-based CP studies … and I picture two dining areas: one where the spankees can whisper to each other about what the tests are like, and what might be happening to them next, and a lounge for the spankers and scientists to chat over meals about new tests and ideas for improving results….

I think I may have to visit this fantasy with some regularity!

(There always has to be anal play in any medical scenario, don’t you think?!)