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Last night I had a really hot dream that I just have to share with you lot!
It took place where Mr Defeu works (or, rather, a slightly weird dream version thereof) and I had come into work with him that day.
There was a hot new girl working there. My sleeping brain combined things that it knew Mr Defeu and I are “into”, so the girl had long curly hair (for me!) and was wearing white jodhpurs (for him) and a green velvet blazer (for both of us – who doesn’t find a green velvet blazer hot?!) and the minute I saw her I thought Mr Defeu needed to see her, too!
She was flirting heavily with me, and asked her to wait and I went to get Mr Defeu. As we were coming back to her office (although it was more like a cubicle!) I was excitedly telling him all about her.
When we got there, he liked what he saw, and ordered us both to bend over the desk to be spanked. I didn’t think that was such a great idea, seeing as how we were in the workplace, but she bent over eagerly and I was not NOT going to join in the excitement.
Mr Defeu slapped her bottom – HARD! – and then slapped mine (equally hard!), then hers again, etc.
Sadly this bit of the dream did not go on for as long as I would have liked before the boss came running over, fired Mr Defeu and the new girl, and we were all escorted off the premises! But she seemed very happy to come with us….
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Jezebel.com’s article Students Protest School Dress Code With “Slutty Wednesday” caught my eye today, as it probably did for any of us spankos who love the schoolgirl uniform.
For me, it immediately brings to mind an infamous Lupus Spanking shoot, where they get ten schoolgirls lined up for heavy corporal punishment…
I just this moment ran across a surprise caning scene in a novel — and it’s a nun getting caned, to boot! So I grabbed the book, King of the Wood, and hustled over to the computer, to share it all with you!
In the story so far, a young lady named Edith is in an abbey for education and preparation for her marriage. The Abbess, her aunt and the Mother Abbess Christina. Christina wants Edith to make the choice to stay and become a nun, despite her father’s orders that Edith is to be married and is not there to take orders. Edith, for her part, is very much on her father’s side….
“Did I or did I not, yesterday, order you to put on the veil?”
“Did I?” said Christina dangerously.
“Yes. Mother Abbess.” Edith muttered.
“And what did I say would happen to you if you persisted in arguing with me?”
Edith made herself look up again. “It will make no difference. I cannot wear the veil. Because of what my father said.”
“Because you are hard of heart, impious, unable to recognize a magnificent opportunity when it is put before you. I will give you one more chance, Edith. Go to your dorter and fetch the veil I gave you. Put it on. Then we will say no more about this foolish fit of defiance.”
Edith stared at her feet again and neither moved or answered.
“Very well, said Christina, and shot out a hand to grasp Edith’s arm. She was only in her forties, but her fingers looked as if they belonged to a woman much older. They were, however, extremely strong. “Come with me,” said Christina.
The other girls, who had drawn back, sorry for Edith but too frightened to speak in her defence, followed slowly, in an awed cluster, exchanging a few whispers. In the abbey building, they gathered at the foot of the dorter, up which Christina had dragged her victim.
They could hear it all. The most heart-rending part was they they heard the whistle of Christina’s cane for so long before Edith shrieked. They turned to scatter as their abbess stormed down again, but she saw them and and spoke sharply, calling them back. “None of you are to go to the dorter, or speak to her. She will come to the refectory, I hope, in a chastened state of mind and wearing her veil. You may speak to her then, but not to express sympathy. And those of you who are crying had better dry your tears. They’re wasted. She brought her troubles on herself.”
Personal illness and family turbulence have kept me from updating this blog recently, but I’ve been missing it terribly. I think of posts I want to do, but then other things get in the way and I never get to post them.
But I simply had to take the time to share this! It’s a film I did with Pandora Blake & Thomas Cameron for Dreams of Spanking. When I saw it go up (thanks, Pandora my dear!) I watched it again, and whoooooo, it is pure hotness. And I say this despite the fact that I am in it, because I’m a harsher critic of myself than anyone else could possibly be! The description on the site summarizes it perfectly:
A hard-hitting tale about the culture clash between two free-spirited young flappers rebelling against authority by drinking, dancing and smoking. Emotionally edgy and physically intense, with violent belt whippings delivered in anger, shouting, struggling and crying, ending in the two young ladies thrashed side by side.
But the girls find a way to turn the tables on their repressive guardian, indulging in an extensive girl-on-girl comforting and petting scene and soothing each other’s red and welted bottoms.
This was our first shoot of the day. I was totally into the storyline, but when Uncle Thomas threw me onto the bed and brought his belt down on my un-warmed-up bottom, it suddenly took me into really intense headspace, really feeling my character’s emotions. Even with cameras and lights and the usual distractions of making a film, this was also just a really hot scene for me.
Not one reaction is played up for drama, here — indeed, considering how much I remember it hurting, I was amazed to find I didn’t screech like a banshee! I can promise viewers that these strappings are real, and were really a struggle to make it through! (Although, as you can see from the way I jumped on Pandora at the end of the video, that’s how I like it…!)
Another great thing is that one of the people shooting this was Mr Defeu! Whether he is on-camera with me, or behind the camera, shoots are just better when he is involved!
Thank you Pandora and Tom, for giving me this wonderful memory in film form! And to those watching it — I am so glad I can share it with you!
Last night I had a really sexy dream about the professor who I had a serious crush upon at university.
I was visiting – let’s call him Professor Sonnel – as I have actually a couple times since graduation. But in this dream, the sexual tension that was between us whilst I was his student was back, and multiplied manifold.
(True story: He took me out for coffee many times. This grew into going out for sushi, which occured a number of times. The very last time, he drove me back to my apartment, and went to kiss me on my check, as he had become wont to do, in a casual European manner – but which of course he did not do with every student, and which always thrilled me to the core. I turned my head at just the right moment, and we shared a kiss on the lips. I really can’t tell you how long it lasted – it is in my memory as being a long, intense kiss but also far too short – but I’ve always felt it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that there more there than just my schoolgirl crush on him – that the attraction was reciprocated … even if his having a wife and daughter meant that neither he nor I would ever take it further than just walking on the razor’s edge of lust and longing.)
But, this was a dream, and so more could happen! He met me, and said something very flirty in greeting. In real life, back in university, I would have blushed and stuttered at this, but in the dream I confidently drawled out a sexy comeback.
He was leading me back to his office, and outside the door, he said “I’m glad you feel like you can respond like that, now….” We went inside and he closed the door, and turning, said to me, “But I prefer to be in control.” He was looking intently into my face. “Do you understand?”
And, I most certainly did, and I sank to my knees in front of him.
“Yes, like that,” he said. Me being the eager sort, I was already thinking about giving him a blowjob, but he hauled me up, and shoved me up against a bookshelf. (Which is just hot, generally, but in this circumstance was mind-blowingly hot!) I can’t now remember how it was phrased, but at this point he basically asked me what he could do to me.
“I give my consent for you to do anything you want to me”, I said, which is not always a smart thing to say, but this was a dream, so it was all going to work out fine. If perhaps painfully, on my end! (As it were….)
And then, most unhappily, I woke up!