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The people over at sexandsubmission.com don’t do enough shoots of schoolgirls getting spanked (IMHO) but when they do, they don’t mess around!

(Here’s a free gallery from this shoot, including video!)

So, what do you guys think of this shoot? In the first place, do you like seeing sex with your spanking, or do you just want spankings? And what about the use of the electro-play buttplug and vibrator in the shoot — is that hot, or does that break up the “Cinéma vérité” for you? (Of course, they do explain that it’s a “science project,” so they at least get points for trying!) Do you like seeing schoolgirls treated like that, or do you just want them to be lectured, spanked, and sent home for a strappin from their father?

I guess what I’m saying is … do you like this more extreme version of schoolgirl scene, or would you prefer it Janus Magazine style?

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Well, I’ve just had a sigh of relief! Two, sighs, actually, if you count that I just masturbated!

I promised Rachel Kramer Bussel that I would review her new book, Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica and will be doing an interview with her on August 4th. When I first talked to her, I was all fired up by her enthusiasm (which is boundless and contagious!) but after I’d cooled off, in the following days, I began to worry. Most anthologies of erotica published in the U.S. these days leave me with this sensation of “Why did I bother…?” I’d pretty much decided that the only erotica that I wanted to read were: Janus Magazine, Victorian erotica, and the occasional book by Nexus (like Over the Knee).

I was feeling moderately worried about this — what if this erotic anthology left me as unaroused as so many others had. I certainly wanted to promote Rachel’s new book, as she is a wonderful person and a fellow pervert and writer. But I also don’t want to promote anything in this blog that I don’t think is quality, that I don’t personally like and enjoy.

I’m happy to say that my fears were for naught — I should have had faith in Rachel’s taste and kinkiness! The review copy arrived yesturday, and I got some time to settle in bed and read it today. I’ve only gotten three stories into it … but all were really hot, and I had to take a break to deal with how excited I’d become while reading them! I immediately came out here and sat down to write this blog post — I’m that excited about the book!

The first story is written in the first person: a spanker’s point of view, discussing a lover and how much he loves to spank her. It’s written so well, and with such clear insight into the female spankee’s mind, that I found myself almost jealous. I don’t know if my Master understands me that well!

The second story is a hot librarian/book store fantasy. Nowadays, I’ve mostly been enjoying male Top, female bottom stories (I go through phases, but this one’s lasted pretty long), so I wasn’t sure how much this one would move me. Surprise — even though this is a female Top and boy bottom (heh – literally!) this story had sucked me in and had me eagerly reading every word.

The next story takes place in a kitchen, with various cooking implements being used on a naughty housewife. That sounds so cliched and done, right? Wrong! This was inventive and what pushed me over the edge to have to take a … break. Especially the part about the rubber gloves!

I can’t wait to read the rest of
Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica, and I’m now really, really looking foward to interviewing Rachel!

(Oh, and if you want to keep up with Rachel and the book, the blog is here.)

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This is a fantasy that has been running through my mind pretty much every time I’ve masturbated in the past couple weeks. I though I’d share it … and maybe if my Master likes reading it, it will come true!

I’m bent over the convertible step-stool-chair , which has been converted to its step-stool aspect. The wood is cold under my lower tummy and hips. My ankles and wrists are in the leather cuffs, which are clipped to the O-rings on the legs of the chair. I can squirm, but I can’t do anything else.

And I’m about to squirm. Because you have the ginger plug which you made me carve – how sadistic to make me create the instrument of my own torture….

You wet it with some cold water, and take a wet finger and tease my anus with it, making me involuntarily tighten up. You laugh and tell me that I can’t keep the ginger out – that since you want it up there, I have no choice in the matter.
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I was missing you terribly this evening, Sir, and then I had the thought that what better way to show my Master that his girl is thinking of him than to do an assignment for him!

Since you made the CDs in no certain order, I’ve ended up watching them that way. So this evening, I randomly chose a disk, and then chose a title from the list that amused me: not “Lisa Will Be Caned,” or “Lisa Really Ought To Be Caned,” but that imperative “Must!”

Well, as you can guess, Sir, I just adored it. There was only one thing missing in a video full of CP and general Brit goodness! After reading “Smash Hits” on the swing-set, she wanted to go up to her room to watch Dr. Who! And he was reading Janus, hahaha! And “Now, jut your bum out!” is just so much better as an order to stick out one’s ass than anything an American could possibly say! And I loved the selection that increased in severity: the hand, the paddle, the belt, and then the cane. And the having to stand in the corner while he watched what looked like a very odd show on the telly! The only thing that I missed and would have liked to see was him being a bit more rough with her: I mean, she was in trouble at school and she was indeed being impudent, well into the punishment! When she reached behind herself to protect her bottom from further punishment, he would just push her hand away impatiently and she would be free to do it again right away. I would have been more aroused to see his hand roughly grab her wrist and hold it up against her back. Although I did wryly appreciate that if her hands got in the way too much he’d just smack them instead, which seemed to work pretty efficiently, too.

The really big thing that I got from this video, however, was learning more about the cane. What happened was: as “Lisa” was taking her spanks, paddling, and belting, her physical reactions were great, and while I personally could have stood somewhat more imaginative verbal ones, they weren’t so bad either (more on this later.) Everything seemed pretty much in line with my own experiences – which is both a comfort to me (“Okay, I’m not a wimp!”) and a turn on (because I understand the sensation and the reaction from experience.) But then, when he started caning her, that stopped. She was gasping, squirming a little – but I know from my own experience that you get that response from me on the first two strokes of the cane (at best!) and then increasingly much louder ones. I was very confused, as “Lisa” had taken a considerable number of strokes by this point in time and seemed to be not overly-bothered about it.

But then I realized: he was not giving her “The Best!” And I started watching not just her reaction to the strokes (which seems to have been my main focus point, up until tonight, probably because of the fact that I end up in similar positions!) and watched what he was doing. When he brought the cane all the way up, she would have a response like the ones I am used to having when being caned by you. But the less and less he brought up his arm, the less response she made. Which may seem very “Well, obviously!” to you, Sir, but there is a quite a difference between knowing something nonspecifically and understanding it through experience! I found I could accurately guess her response by how high his hand raised the cane! It was pretty exciting, actually!

After some thought (actually, it was pretty quick thinking), I decided that (for both videos and real life!) I prefer “Six of the Best” (or however many you know I can take) to “any number of Not-The-Best.”

My naughty side definitely noted the pink sneakers! And heartily approved of “Lisa” calling “Uncle Brian” a “pervert” and “dirty old man” – and Uncle Brian’s reaction!

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I was tired this evening, Sir, and not up to the excitement of a video, so I decided to report on one of the magazines you lent me instead.

I read the first and the last stories in this issue: “A Visit From The Inspector” and “Lessons In The Basement.”

The former has some lovely images (the photographer in me really appreciated the fact that two soft boxes were obviously in use) and the model was very attractive and authentic. The cane looks just like the one that is in right now my room!

Like one of the other magazines I have from you, Sir, this one has actual sexual content. I never thought I’d say this, but it is really gratuitous. The writing about the spanking and caning is good and descriptive, but the writing about sex is very childish and awkward – in this case I would have cut it out altogether. There is the fun stuff about the school inspector making Hilary’s father spank her and him getting an erection, which is always fun for me (thanks entirely to wicked Victorian smut-mongers!) but the story in this case lets down the lovely images. Not that that kept me from getting aroused….

“Lessons In The Basement” was a whole other matter! The second hottest model I have seen in all the magazines, and the thing where Mr. Ramley sits on the shooting stick to spank her is hot purely for geekish reasons (like stocking garters!)

The story is much fluffier than much of the stuff I have been reading and viewing recently – just spankings and “nasty older men fondling Sixth Formers,” but it made a nice change. The sex actually worked in the storyline in this one, as well, and the element of her not wanting to loose her virginity and Mr. Ramley not giving her a choice in the matter … well, it made me much more aware of the inseam of my pants, Sir, if you take my meaning….

Now, sitting here writing this, Sir, I wish you were here with me. I don’t understand how one’s bottom can actually crave being spanked (are there special nerve endings for it?), but mine is – a real long, hard spanking, with your fingers sometimes pausing to caress the enflamed skin and to slip down between my legs and find out how wet you’ve made me….

Which reminds me that I wanted to write about masturbating this morning, Sir. I’ve been having some trouble sleeping (on account of being kept in a perpetually worked-up state; lying in bed and thinking about you is so much more interesting than sleeping!) and I’ve gotten some valerian root to help me turn my brain off when I need it to be. Anyway, it worked fine in the first part of the night, but around six A.M . I was awake again, and unable to shut my busy mind off. I decided to try and fix things so I could sleep, so I went online and found I had an email from you – thank you, Sir! – and then I got my sex toys … and the cane, which I suppose for the time being is almost a sex toy as well, since I won’t be self-pleasuring without it!

I pressed it down my body in the same way as before, and by now it seems to fit well to me. I pressed the vibrating bullet to my clitoris, and thought of you caning me (I had caning on the mind, from the videos…) I thought of the schoolgirl scene, which you had mentioned in your email: of getting first six and then another six (to draw things out a bit) and in between you were fondling me, pressing your fabric-encased erection against my striped bottom and telling me about discipline … oh, Sir, I get so aroused again just typing this! At the end of the last six, you unzipped your trousers and pushed yourself in me, no wasting time on foreplay, but just fucking me hard and fast. (At the same time, I reached down and grabbed my glass dildo and pressed it inside me, moaning aloud, “Oh, Sir!” (it turns me on just to call out to you….)

I came so hard, Sir! I wish you could have seen me! I was writhing around much more than usual, and I ended up being quite noisy, which perhaps would not surprise you, but generally, I make much less noise when it is just me and some toys. But ever since we started … um, doing things … my masturbation and resulting orgasms have changed, both in quality and quantity.

Anyway, Sir, it did the trick! After the spasms finished wracking my body, I pushed the sex toys away and grabbed my stuffed animal that I have to have to sleep, and clutching it, and the cane, I drifted happily away until 11 A.M.!

(Which may explain why, even after my frustrating day, I was so chipper when you called!)

I hope that you can read this somewhere where you can enjoy it, Sir, and that it brightens up your day!

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