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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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(Irelynn, Stephen Lewis, and me at Northern Spanking Institute)

This story was shared with me be a local spanko (if you’re on FetLife, he’s Irishguy30, and he’s very nice!) and I enjoyed it so much that I asked him if I could share it with you lot. Enjoy!

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Laura rubbed her stinging thighs and kneaded her burning bottom with her nose pushed firmly into the corner of the kitchen.

Tears dampened her face but her crying was drawing to a close. The pain wasn’t so severe. All she was left with now was the humiliation. She knew that behind her, her sister’s boyfriend would be enjoying every inch of her naked rump and she cursed herself for allowing this intolerable situation to develop.

It wasn’t the first time she had suffered similar indignation in front of house guests and she wondered how she could have been so stupid. At 17 years of age she felt she should be able to conduct herself with dignity and earn the respect of her older sister’s friends and lovers, instead of providing them with the unexpected thrill of watching her get her bottom exposed for a thrashing.

She shut her eyes and tried to block out the humiliation, bringing her hands to her face to brush away the last of her tears.

Paul, who had met Laura’s sister Jane at a club the previous week and was here for their first date, was in a state of near shock.

He had arrived at the house 15 minutes earlier to be told by a young boy, who he presumed was Jane’s brother, that she was still getting ready and that he was to wait in the kitchen. When he entered, he heard a heated exchange coming from the adjoining room.

Two female voices, one distinctly younger than the other, were rising to a ruckus. He sat at the kitchen table, a little embarrassed at overhearing a family row in progress. Suddenly, the door burst open and a beautiful blonde girl was dragged by her youthful mother to the kitchen table.

She didn’t even stop to acknowledge her guest before ordering the girl to bend over the table.
If the mother had failed to notice him, the girl was certainly aware if his presence and she immediately protested: “No mummy, not now. Look, we have a guest. Please not now. Wait until later.”

But the determined woman had already retrieved the wooden spoon from the drawer and turned on her daughter. “You do as I say immediately or your father will deal with you later, and it will be in the garden for the whole street to see.”

With a defeated look, the stunning blonde teenager faced the table, just two feet from Paul, and bent over. Her plaid school skirt came riding up to mid-thigh before her mother ordered: “Raise your skirt and drop your panties.”
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All the recent not-playing has left me with lots of time to read (oh, what a wild life I lead!) and I’ve continued on with my “Heinleins That Don’t Get Enough Attention” list. It seems I’m not the only one to realize what a great book Double Star is:

Whatever your viewpoint on SF, the fact that an award-winning book from a man generally named as one of the genre’s founding fathers (alongside Isaac Asimov and Arthur C Clarke) is so little known amongst otherwise knowledgeable cultural journalists says something about the way the genre has been marginalised by the UK press. Now that I’ve read the book, such ignorance also seems a shame.

The replication in question concerns an egotistical actor who is called in to act as a double for a political leader after the man himself is kidnapped. The actor (The Great Lorenzo) successfully performs a tricky diplomatic mission on Mars and is then called on to encore after encore after it becomes clear that Joe Bonforte – the man he is pretending to be – is unlikely to be able to appear in public again.

So far so simple. The story moves at a sharp pace, helped along by Heinlein’s slick prose and the kind of wry good humour demonstrated when he describes the multi-consonant names (Rrringrill) he has ascribed to his Martians as sounding like “a leaking faucet”.

In common with much of the best SF, it’s not just the scientific ideas that make this book worthy of investigation. History does too. The political concerns and philosophy that Heinlein chooses to project onto his imagined future also provide an intriguing barometer of his times.

The book’s impassioned pleas for understanding and tolerance with regard to Martian culture, for instance, might not make for a subtle allegory, but it is moving given the book’s context in 1950s America. It’s not beyond the realms of possibility that a few of those impressionable teenage white males who comprised the books original target audience went on to stand with Martin Luther King on the Washington Mall a few years later.

And, here, finally, is the quote that this whole post is about!

As my father used to say, ‘Larry, you are too durned pretty! If you don’t get off your lazy duff and learn the business, you are going to spend fifteen years as a juvenile, under the mistaken impression that you are an actor – then wind up selling candy in the lobby. “Stupid” and “pretty” are the two worst vices in show business – and you’re both.’

Then he would take off his belt and stimulate my brain. Father was a practical psychologist and believed that warming the glutei maximi with a strap drew excess blood away from a boy’s brain. While the theory may have been shaky, the results justified the method…

The images in this post are from Northern Spanking Institute’s epic space opera “Schoolgirls In Space”, which you should go watch immediately! Heinlein would have entirely approved of it!

I was wandering around the interwebs, and found this real corporal punishment permission form. Since I’m not sure the school would like its name up on an adult blog, I’ve changed the name and some of the particulars, out of respect.

I post this form because I think some of you might get some ideas for erotica or a real life scene from it. If you do use it in a scene, please post here and let me know! (And if you don’t have a blog to link to, and want to share your scene, let me know and I can post it as a blog entry, crediting you!)

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT PERMISSION FORM

Payne-Marks Unified School District No. 7a policy, allows the use of corporal punishment. Regulation 7a reads as follows:

Corporal Punishment

• In determining whether to use corporal punishment, the following considerations should be taken into account: the seriousness of the offense, the attitude and past behavior of the student, the age and strength of the student, and the availability of equally effective nonphysical means of discipline.
• Corporal punishment may not be administered for academic deficiency or conduct not related to the
  school.
• Corporal punishment must be approved by the school administrator. Corporal punishment may be administered by the school administrator or by educationally certified employees designated by the school administrator. One adult employee of the school shall be present to witness the spanking.
• There must be at least 30 minutes lapse time between the referral and the decision to and
  administration of corporal punishment.
• Parental/Guardian permission slips approving corporal punishment must be on file prior to
  administering corporal punishment. A parent/guardian of the student shall be notified prior to
  administering corporal punishment and will be invited to witness the administration of the punishment.
• Corporal punishment will be administered by spanking the buttocks, no more than three (3) times, of a student with a flat-surfaced paddle that will cause no more than temporary pain and not inflict permanent damage to the body. No other form of corporal punishment is authorized.

I have read regulation 7a and understand that I have the right to choose whether or not corporal
punishment may be used in disciplining my child(ren).

[ ] I hereby authorize the use of corporal punishment under the conditions outlined in regulation
7a for the following children:
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________

[ ] I do not wish for corporal punishment to be administer to the following children:
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________

Signature of Parent/Guardian
_______________________________________________

Date
_______________________________________________

Daytime Phone
_______________________________________________

This authorization is valid as long as said child(ren) are attending Payne-Marks School District. It may be revoked at any time by submitting a new form to the appropriate school official(s).

Mr Defeu is off on a trip again, and so when I found this old post it really resonated with me…. Originally posted on 6th Oct 2008.

Mr Defeu got home last Thursday night, and I promptly got sick. And then he had family-crisis stuff to deal with. So the best I could do as his girl was to have yummy food prepared for him, and surprise him with his desk all cleaned and neat and polished. (Most of the house was supposed to also be this way, but see above about the getting sick part, which threw the wrench in those plans!) I was scared that the weekend would go by with just dealing with family stuff. And also, when I get sick, he gets all in Daddy mode and wants to snuggle and pamper me.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I like being snuggled and pampered as much as the next girl, but when it means his Mean Scary Dominant Self gets turned off – then I’m a sad girl, because I live for our scenes. When he growls roughly at me to do something, my knees turn to jelly and other parts of my anatomy do fascinating things. When he gets all sweet and loving, it’s great … but well, it’s like flavours. I like to eat sweet stuff (oh yes I do indeed!) but I also crave rich, hearty, savoury flavours as well. Think of discipline and the various pains of spanking, caning, etc., as Boeuf Bourguignon, and your favourite sort of pizza, and spaghetti the way your mom made it, and creamy Potatoes Au Gratin, and sushi, and chicken satay and Tom Ka Gai, and a Monte Christo or Croque Monsieur or your favourite sandwich or burger, and, and, and … all your favourite savoury foods!

Happily, some of that yummy stuff was coming my way. He said he needed a nap, early Sunday evening, and I despaired. But then he saw I was upset and pointed out that after the nap, he would be refreshed…. He slept for about 45 minutes, and then I went in and joined him in the bed, and snuggled with him as he napped, and just enjoyed lying in bed with him, feeling his warmth and hearing his breathing, as I looked out of the window at the night-time city lights.

Eventually he stirred, and reached for my hand, and pulled it down to his cock, which was obviously wide awake and ready for action.

I laughed with delight, and said, “You should take lots of naps, Sir!”

Then I didn’t say anything for a while, because I was sucking his cock.

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