Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Originally posted on 16th Feb 2009.

Sorry that I was MIA for most of last week, but I went on a trip with Mr Defeu, and while I was gone I was mostly focused on work for my own new job. If I even look at my blog, I’ll tend to “just write a short entry,” which of course then tends to be one of my really long ones (which probably only three of you lot actually read all the way to the end!).

Our trip was down to Southern California – visiting several towns. The first one was for Mr Defeu’s work, a conference that had him away all day, leaving me in the hotel room to work and wander down to the hotel gym. Our favourite Thai restaurant is in that town, and we had a wonderful dinner there. Also, the night we went down to enjoy the hotel hot-tub, we had the surreal experience of ending up in a hot tub with a rugby team (women rugby players!) and a couple marines and listening to them chat as they passed around a bottle of Malibu rum. They were kind enough to include us as the rum went ‘round, and indeed, were very nice people and we had a lovely (if perhaps surreal) time talking to them.

Of course, I had totally forgotten the marks on my bottom from last Sunday’s strapping and caning extravaganza. Ooops! I tried to keep my bottom turned away from everyone (not an easy feat when you are in a round hot-tub!) but perhaps I needn’t have worried, because if anyone is used to seeing bruises, it’s rugby players and guys in the military, right?!

We then drove up to visit our friend Mr. Stagg (who really needs to get off his arse and start commenting on this blog. I mean YOU, Mr. Stagg!). He’s one of Mr Defeu’s oldest and bestest friends (if men can be said to have bestest friends…) and we all went to an old hang out of theirs and drank mai tais and generally had a wonderful evening. I got quite tipsy, but I remember we talked a great deal about fetish and spanking and fun stuff like that!

The next day we were off to LA for the LA Kink Fetish Weekend. We only went to the Saturday event, “Rubberotica,” because we wanted to get home on Sunday and enjoy a leisurely Monday (it’s Presidents’ Day here in the U.S.) before the real world starts back up on Tuesday.

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This time every year, I take a short break from full-on spanking posts to write about the Dr Who Convention Gallifrey One. Last year this was somewhat more relevant, because I was dressed in schoolgirl uniform. This year I have no such excuse, but I don’t care. You get spanking- and kink-related stuff all the other days of the year! Besides, I am happy to think that I have a high number of fans who are also Dr Who fans — this obviously means I am doing something right!

I’ll get me in my costume from this year up tomorrow. Until then, I’m going to take a moment for another sort of geekery.

I was delighted beyond words (for at least a few moments, before words obviously returned to me, in no way negating my delight!) to see my current search engine results:

For those who aren’t sure what I’m actually happy about, it’s that my site has been ranked as real and important enough to have various pages from within the site listed on the Google page, making a nice big, professional listing! (And the fact that my site takes up the top four slots doesn’t hurt either, but that’s easier to make happen.)

Now, this is in part due my efforts in doing good “search engine optimization” (otherwise known as “SEO”), but mostly, it’s the way Google is doing their algorithms at the moment, and unless I put in lots of effort (something to which I sadly do not have the time to devote), I will probably loose this lovely listing. (Especially because this is, well, an adult site! Google is reasonably fair, mostly, but still, they do prefer non-adult sites!) Thus my screen-cap, to celebrate and commemorate this moment that only a geek can really be inspired to do a happy dance about. (Yes, I have done my happy dance. I even “squeed” in my lost-for-words moment!)

And while I had the search engine up, I found a couple links that also made me happy!

I found a review for Bottoms Up that focusses fabulously on my story in the anthology:

As good as it is kinky, Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories will propel you to pick up a paddle and share in both pleasure and pain, or perhaps to simply turn the other cheek. In “The Hardest Part,” Alison Tyler perfectly captures a sub in thrall to a man who knows the power of anticipation. A “Sorority Sister” bends over to please her big sister during rush season in Dominique Dunbar’s naughty tale. Zille Defeu’s “Reenactment” shows how some girls like it rough (and repeatedly). For those who have an endless capacity to bare their ass in preparation for a sound smacking–or deliver the deliciously ecstatic pain to a lover–this torrid tour de force is essential reading.

And teen-spankings.com says of my first video on Northern Spanking Institute:

What’s more, it’s a little naughty as you’ll see as Both Irelynn and Stephen look round a house for sale, shown by an unsuspecting Ms Zille Defeu (estate agent extraordinaire), only for them to put her nose out of joint and romp around the house with a riding crop and slipper as they christen the place – Spanking Couple Pervert Alert!

Yay! I’m an “estate agent extraordinaire!” Of course, the couple in question have never gotten back to me about the property, so I have to assume they just used me to get into the house and get up to their filthy perversions — whilst subjecting my poor innocent self to them!

Okay, more geekiness tomorrow, plus pictures!

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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(Image from the exciting new Rose & Cheek Spanking Parties.)

A website called “Blisstree.com” has put up an article called. “What to Wear to a Spanking Party“. It reads like this:

So you’ve finally been invited to a spanking party, and, if you’re anything like me, your first question is: “What shall I wear?” It’s not the sort of thing you can look up easily in Emily Post or call your mother and ask what her set did. Still, spanking parties have become commonplace enough that there is a fair amount of information available. Here are some tips to get you started:

As you may well imagine, spanking parties have their own sort of preferred dress code. Some could argue that what you wear to a spanking party is even more critical that what you wear to a sex party, a topic I tackled here last month. Indeed, because spanking parties rarely involve nudity, the clothes become a part of the event, so you’ll want to choose your outfit carefully.

As with sex parties, there are a few practical considerations to take into account. For spankees, pantyhose are definitely a hindrance to straddling someone’s lap for a good paddling. Go for stay-up or garter belt stockings instead. And skirts and dresses are much easier to hike up if you’ve been naughty than unbuttoning a pair of pants.

Spankers are, by nature, a fairly conservative crowd, and the dress follows suit. Most parties are held in private homes with many spanking hookups dispersing to private rooms, but the bold and experienced will likely get the party started in full view. To err on the safe side, dress as you would for a dinner party – men in sports jacket, collared shirts, even a suit and tie, and women in dresses and skirts, as mentioned above. Schoolgirl outfits are popular, and a friend of mine who attended a recent spanking event dressed as a librarian was the hit of the evening, no pun intended.

Definitely leave your bondage gear at home. Wrong crowd (and crowds that rarely mix or crossover). If you show up with your leathers and chains, you may not be invited back. Instead, plan on doing a lot of pleasant chatting about spanking with fellow devotees, and then repair to your private room. Bottoms up!

Alright, this article is not so bad. It seems to be written by a friend of a spanko, who needed to get an article up on the website, especially an article that would generate a lot of traffic. When said friend talks about the wonderful spanking party they went to, this author had a lightbulb go off over their head — “Ah ha! That’s what I’ll write about! That should get lots of links back!”

Overall, I think we can count this as a reasonable win for spanko-vanilla relations. Some useful information is gotten out onto the internet, in a vanilla forum, where it might do some good. And, in return, the website generates some nice buzz for itself, so everyone is happy.

Well, until you see how the article spawns outward. Here is the next incarnation of it:

Parties are usually fun. They’re usually based around some type of celebration such a birthday, a graduation, a wedding, or even sex. But then we came across the idea of a “Spanking Party” and had to wonder… is this really a party? When I think of spanking, I think back to the days of breaking my older sister’s barbie doll at age 5 and having to fear that my Dad would come home later and spank the hell out of me as a punishment. However, there seems to be a decent amount of people out there that like to get together for the sole purpose of spanking one another. Just like every other activity, “Spanking Parties” have their own set of etiquettes to follow.

According to our friends over at BlissTree.com, if you find yourself attending one of these odd parties, you better show up wearing the proper attire or you may end up being the outcast amongst outcasts. For example, don’t show up thinking you’re attending a whips & chains event. Surprisingly, most attendees of these odd parties actually like the more casual and conventional dress attire. Men can keep it simple with blazers and jeans while women have been known to dress up as librarians or school girls.

BlissTree also suggests sparking up conversation that has to do with the topic at hand: spanking. Here at Leftos, we’re not that knowledgeable about the world of spanking, but to each their own. If you do end up on the invitation list and decide to attend, be sure to check out BlissTree’s full article before you show up being the weirdo at a weirdo party!

How quickly we go from reasonably respectful, even if spankos are being used as a topic to draw traffic and links to a website, to belittling and downright insulting — while still using spankos as a way to draw traffic and links to a website!

And also, the jerks at “Leftos” manage to mangle or otherwise distort the info. Even down to making it less useful for the poor first-time party goer who mistakenly trusts this link. The first article said, “To err on the safe side, dress as you would for a dinner party – men in sports jacket, collared shirts, even a suit and tie, and women in dresses and skirts, as mentioned above. Schoolgirl outfits are popular, and a friend of mine who attended a recent spanking event dressed as a librarian was the hit of the evening, no pun intended.” And I would stand by that advice! ” But the second article for some reason says, “Men can keep it simple with blazers and jeans while women have been known to dress up as librarians or school girls.”

Where did the jeans come from?! And what’s this, “women have been known to” crap? If the idiot who wrote this took even five seconds to google “spanking,” he’d have soon seen that dressing up as a schoolgirl is not just something that has been “known to happen” — most spankers would probably prefer that the gals show up that way!

And I just love how such sneering negativity has crept in: “if you find yourself attending one of these odd parties, you better show up wearing the proper attire or you may end up being the outcast amongst outcasts” and “the weirdo at a weirdo party” — sure, Leftos gives lipservice to open-mindedness with the “but to each their own” line, but it is plain what the writer thinks — these are freaks — useful freaks, however, since putting this article on the Leftos site will generate some nice buzz!

It just makes me want to go slap their smug faces. They are using me and my compatriots while at the same time mocking us.

I know, I know — it’s nothing new. But this was just a shockingly pellucid example of it.

For any person who has found this entry while searching. “What to Wear to a Spanking Party,” let me just clarify things.
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Sunday morning dawned all-too early, although the call time for the shoot was eminently reasonable. I did all my pre-shoot prep in a buzz of happy anticipation: shooting with NSI again, and with my dear friend Bailey! Worries about how painful things might be generally don’t happen for me until we’re right about to start, which is when I always have a moment of, “Wait a minute! Why did I think this was a good idea–!”

All I knew was that they wanted me in “slinky black lingerie,” so I brought a black bra and lace thong and garter belt and stockings (I know I once had a black teddy, but I have no idea where it’s since gone, since Mr. Defeu doesn’t find such things interesting). That’s all Bailey knew, too, and so we put our sexy undergarments on with some trepidation.

Finally, we were vouchsafed that information just as shooting was about to start. (I think that sadist Paul was having too much fun leaving us to wonder!) It turns out that Bailey and I were girls who’d racked up an impressive debt at the tables in Marcus Black’s casinos (he was a multi-casino mobster!) and he was going to teach us a lesson personally. He started by having us spank each other, “because I won’t dirty my hands on the likes of you.”

When NSI releases this video, please note that he does actually at one point run his hand down our weals! In between takes, I noted to him that the psychic grime will never wash off – haha!

If you want to know what else happens in the movie, you’ll just have to join NSI. I’ll let you all know when it’s released!

My make-up was still reasonably intact after the shoot, so I decided it was time to shoot in a cute 1950’s “playsuit” that I’d be holding onto for years, waiting for the right moment to shoot in it. And a cute red “bathing cap” to match it. We met Bailey, Mr. Black, and Mr. Allen as we were heading down to the pool to shoot, and those wonderful people volunteered to help us out.

The pool and hot-tub were filled to over-brimming with kids and parents – ugh! I’m haven’t lost my shyness overnight (or at any point in my years-long modelling career!), so having everyone poolside watching me do posey-posey stuff was a nightmare. But I wanted to get some images, damnit, and I was in make-up and costume, and who knows when we’d find a chance to shoot again?! So I did my magic thing where I tuck away my shyness, and just ignored everyone. (This, I think, is the difference between exhibitionism and whatever I am. An exhibitionist revels in the attention of an audience. I just find the ability to pretend there isn’t an audience. “There is no spoon,” as it were. So I can go-go dance at a nightclub, work at a peepshow, make porn, what-have-you, and yet still be painfully shy most of the time. Yes, it is very confusing. I think I’ve just taken something from what I learned from my wonderful English teacher in high school about public speaking, and applied it to any potentially attention-garnering activity I have wanted to do ever since. And it’s worked — I manage to do the things I really want to make the effort to do!)

Since the pool itself was so full of frolicking families, I opted for the hot-tub as a place to pose, but it was stuffed with children aged about 6-14, who showed no sign of leaving. We waited and waited, and shot images in other areas while doing so, but the kiddies would not bugger off. Finally, I had an idea – I just strode over, and asked the kids if they would clear off for 10 minutes or so, while I shot some pictures I the hot tub.

Amazingly, they tripped over themselves to be helpful, clearing out of the line of the shot. That was as far as they went, however, and now I had a really really interested audience watching my every move. Joy. A few kids called out questions: “Are you a famous model?” Ummmm. “I hope to be someday,” seemed a safer answer than saying, “Yes, and your daddy may have jerked off to me.”

We got some shots, and then a few more from a different angle. When we stopped, I started climbing out of the water, and the kids burst into spontaneous applause. I bowed, pleased and surprised that they were so nice. My memories of a group of kids is from either being a kid myself (when they were all nasty vicious fiends who made fun of me) or as a camp counsellor (when they were mostly troublesome and as hard to herd as kittens) – a group of children all being nice to me is entirely unheard of in my experience. It was really lovely.

I was so happy to be done with modelling, however, just delighted to finally be out of the limelight. We all sat around talking for a while (most of us in the shade, just enjoying the desert heat), and then Mr. Defeu wanted to get out of the heat, and Bailey decided she needed sustenance. I couldn’t even comprehend moving, and so stayed down with Mr. Black and Mr. Allen, talking about everything and anything. That long afternoon rambling conversation of one of the best parts of the weekend for me: everything was over – parties and shoots and etc. – and all I had to do in the world was sit at my ease in the warm, warm air, talking with two new friends. It took me back to childhood, when summer afternoons would stretch out ahead of you like they would last forever. Except I was a self-assured (well, to the greatest extent I’ve known yet in my life) adult, who was able to really appreciate the pleasures of the afternoon for all they were worth. It was one of those “Life is good” moments, which not cherishing would be a terrible sin.

Once the shade had escaped due to the setting sun (watching Mr. Allen, Mr. Black and me hauling our lounge chairs back and back and back into the retreating shadows must have been an amusing sight!) I hauled my melty-brained self back up to the hotel room. I got ready for dinner – and my make-up was still amazingly well-preserved, and my hair looked as good as if it had just been “did” by a hairdresser – who knew sweating in a latex swimcap was the ultimate hair treatment?! However, we were hoping to have dinner with our friends, so we kept waiting to hear from someone with their dinner plans. Nothing, nothing. Finally Mr. Defeu decided, screw it, let’s have a scene. I hauled off my dinner dress and had on a white vest and navy blue gym knickers in record time!
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