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So, I have a guilty pleasure: it’s an anal porn site called “Asstraffic.” I know — it’s a bit embarrasing to like a site with a name like that! However, it is admirably to the point!

The reasons I like this site are many and varied. But they mostly pertain to the fact that the video and stills are super-high-quality, and that when I want to see anal porn, that’s what I want to see, and this site delivers. The highest compliment I can give this site: it is the ONLY time in my life I have paid for porn! And I think it’s worth the money.

There’s a video I particularly like on this site. It’s from a video of a sweet young thing named “Honey.” Here she is below…

This girl is not a jaded porn star. She has a real body, and it is probably the first porn she has made. At least it’s the first sex-on-camera she’s had. And it’s possibly the first anal sex she’s ever had! They can barely work the “warm-up dildo” into her virginal bottom.

Now, here we get in to what a nasty pervert I am. Because this video does not go particularly well — we can’t really say that Honey has a good time making her first anal porn. But that’s what turns me on!

Happily for my sense of self, it’s not because I like to see pretty young girls suffer. (Okay, so actually I do, but only if they have consented!) But this isn’t about Honey, per se, but about me putting myself in her shoes as I watch the video. Her suffering becomes my suffering as I watch — and we all know that I love to suffer, particularly when it comes to the anal sex!

Here is a still from the video, from my favorite part of the movie:
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This would have been an “Educational Video Report” for Mr Defeu, except that I didn’t get to write it for him, due to being overworked by the jobby-job, and then, on Sunday, we watched the video together, from the CD of “Educational Videos” he made me over a year ago (how time flies!)

I must say, “Dr. Zubatski’s Treatment X is the best video of the bunch. The actors are hot (well, the girl, albeit very cute with a nice ass, does have scary “high hair” from the 80’s, but one soon begins to overlook it as the action commences…) and they are really “in character.”
The action progresses well, from light spanking to heavy spanking, to what I think was a martinet, to riding crop, to cane. And the pair are very comfortable with each other. I would assume they were a real-life couple, even.

I enjoyed the video so much that I didn’t make it to the end before masturbating to orgasm, last week while Mr Defeu was away.

Once he got home, I had an idea….

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It’s been a long time since I did a video report for you, Sir, but then, I’ve been getting a more hands-on education from you, Sir!

I loved this video. Everything was perfect. The situation of “bad girl” being sent to the headmaster’s house by her concerned parents for discipline, the actors, the set, everything!

Except – the girl obviously missed a cue that caused an awkward cut at the end of the video. I believe it was because the actress was tuning out the actor while he lectured her – which is actually probably quite accurate if you are portraying how a teenager will react! However, for me, in our M/s dynamic, it’s not how things are at all. I’m hyper-attuned to what you say – especially if what you are talking about is future harsher punishments, as is the case in this video!

This video gives me helpful hints on how to dress as the schoolgirl for you. And, masochistically enough, it really makes me want to try the birch (something which I will quite possibly regret about 45 seconds into you trying one on me for the first time, but regardless, my bottom tingles with anticipation for it.)

What I really loved here was how the girl was lectured by the headmaster. He never stopped talking to her. I know by now I do not have to tell you how much I appreciate that in a scene. Your words connect me to you, to what is happening. They keep me from going off into bad places in my head. His continuing lecture on discipline, the history of discipline, reminders of why the girl needed said discipline, was incredibly hot to me. Which is really funny if you consider that I hated getting lectured by my parents (and, during my teens, when they tried to talk sense into me, I’d rudely interrupt with, “Daaaad! Don’t lecture me!” And simply refuse to listen to them. Which should have gotten me punished in some way, but they never did, so I guess, Sir, that means more work for you now!)

Anyway, the one thing that really bothered me was the girl’s reactions. As in, she didn’t have much. Either I am a big wuss, or she wasn’t getting punished that hard. But the cane weals looked quite vivid! I know I certainly would have made more noise in that very bent over position he made her maintain.

It kind of embarrasses me, Sir. Please tell me if you are happy with my reactions. I try really hard to give the right reaction – but I cry out more times than I just breath hard through clenched teeth or make a small “unnnhhh” sound. I want to do the appropriate noises, ones that please you.

This was the first video that I’ve ever masturbated to orgasm watching. Of course, it’s also the first video I’ve watched since you got me Mr. Buzzy! I watched to the end of the caning, wasn’t quite there (I was trying to come right on a cane stroke, but they weren’t spaced in a good rhythm for that) and so I went back to the start of the caning and started again. But the timing was still not great, and I ended up coming after a really good-sounding cane-stroke, but just as he was lecturing about these modern mamby-pamby ideas of discipline!

Well, Sir, this was quite a change from the last video, that’s for sure!

I really enjoyed this video, Sir, but it’s about equally for the unintentional humor as for the tawse that is the real star of the video! My favorite lines include:

“But I think that’s a bit unfair for an undergraduate!” (I actually chortled!)

“What a spectacular amount of noise, Louise.” (I had to agree with the dry-witted Scotsman, there. He wasn’t hitting her that hard!)

And I really liked the somewhat surreal bit at the end where the “ex-head-girl” stripped naked and was the furniture for noisy Louise to lie on. I know a friend (or several!) who would give anything to do that for me, Sir! [grins widely]

But, putting snarky humor aside, Sir, this video did get me very excited. I don’t know why I find the tawse so exciting, Sir, (perhaps the fact that I know there is one in your car at any given moment [grins wider] ) but it really … ooooh!

And, I have to say, I’d rather be scared by a severe caning video than bored by too-light strokes of a tawse, hand, or slipper any day! There were some really good hits … but then they’d be followed by some very “pulled punches,” and they are far more unsatisfactory to watch than to receive! Actually, I used to find too-light spanks really painfully, heart-breakingly disappointing. It makes me smile to remember the first time you spanked me: you started so light and I was worried, “Isn’t he going to hit me harder?!” But then, oh Sir, you hit me much harder! I was in heaven!

When I am with you, I can enjoy the light blows for the lovely sensation they are – assured that much worse (better) is not far away.

Which is funny for me to write, actually, Sir. As you will read in the “composition” I have for you, Sir, I used to be scared that I was not a “real masochist.” I saw bottoms at play parties take all sorts of pain that was just way too much for me to even think about. I felt very inadequate, Sir!

I think that was because, at the point in time that I was going to play parties, my health had improved so that I could take more pain – but I was not at the right place in my head to believe in myself, or with the right partner I could trust to push my limits. So, deep down, I knew I could take more, and wanted more, but it was under a layer of, “No, I can’t do that!”

The funny thing that changed it for me, Sir, was the movie Secretary! Since then, I have been so hungry for pain, and yet had sort of given up on finding someone who was right to give it to me.

Which I guess is why I made the most inept flirtations and eventual bumbling proposition to you, Sir. It meant so much to me! I can be all slick and suave when it doesn’t mean that much to me. But this meant so much to me – and it means even more to me now!

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!