Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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I know the purists out there don’t want to mix sex or other filthy kink in with their spanking, but I for one like all of the above, so what I like is shoots that do it well.

This shoot does it pretty well indeed! Lovely girl (a Miss Madison Scott), the guy at least starts in his suit (I wish he’d keep it on — there nothing hotter than seeing a cock jutting out of the suit trouser’s fly!) and glasses (phwoar!), there’s spanking, and then there’s lots of rough sex that the Madison obviously really enjoys (I myself prefer the pretend-forced sort in my fantasies, but it always feels safer for me, when watching a film, to know the girl was actually not hating every minute of it. For more “non-consensual” stuff, I need a disclaimer with the girl saying, “Yes, I’m a perv and I like to play this way and I had a great time!”) and then the setting has a library, which always makes me happy. Having rows of books in the background takes any porn a notch up for me!

Here’s some selections from the shoot that work for me (and, hopefully, you!)

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Tomorrow Papa Otter and I leave for Shadow Lane. I’m so excited to see so many of my friends again, and to spend a weekend in the company of myriad pervs (it’s been too long!)

As if to spur me on, last night I had the most erotic dream I think I’ve ever had….

I was at this all girl’s school … except that the girl’s uniforms seemed to be bikinis. They were all quite well-built – curves everywhere! – and it was a bit like a music video or Serpieri’s Druuna books! with all these scantily clad hotties walking up and down the halls and stairs of the school.

I myself, in good dream fashion, was naked. But not the least embarrassed – indeed, in the dream, I felt this delicious sensuality, this sexy confidence. I sashayed as if I was moving through honey.

I kept ended up making out with and otherwise pleasing these girls – sometimes just one, sometimes more! – and this was a perfectly wonderful state that could have completed the dream to my perfect satisfaction.

But there was more! I kept getting taken aside by (male) teachers who were finding quite obvious excuses to punish me – I was “distracting” the girls, I was causing a disturbance in class, I was interrupting their studies, you know the drill – and then the teachers used a variety of implements on me. In the dream, I knew that this hurt, but every stroke was like those rare strokes where pain meets pleasure just right, and you can’t tell the difference. I was crying from the pain out in these sensual moans.

The most clear part of the dream I remember now is that I was being punished by a teacher, who’d put a butt-plug in me, and had beaten me with a strap. I then met up with a few delicious girls who were really turned on by my state, and who needed to kiss, caress, and finger-fuck me. (Even in my dreams, I’m always a giver – didn’t want to let these young ladies down, so allowed them to do as they willed with me, whilst keeping my hands and mouth as busy as possible. See, always a giver!)

We got interrupted by the headmaster, who then felt the need to punish me for this further disruption. (And not my fault, I’d add! They seduced me!) He caned me, and then pulled the butt-plug out – I remember moaning, in the dream, and him saying, “Do you feel all empty now?” He then said, “This will fill you up!” and thrust his cock into me.

Sadly, it was after this promising start that I woke up.

Oh, how I wish you could just pause your dreams and then resume them when next going to sleep. I’d go back to this dream in a heartbeat!

So, who knows, maybe this is what Shadow Lane will be like for me…? At any rate, if I wasn’t entirely rarin’ to go before, I surely am now!

I’ll try to blog or at least tweet from SL, but if it’s anything like that dream, then you should really just expect a report after I get back!

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Looking around for “spanked in girdle” on the net doesn’t yield much, I discovered today (when I should have been writing!) except for this amusing video (which lacks something in production value, but at least has nice lingerie!)

I’m finding the Mad Men theme of the upcoming Shadow Lane party very exciting. I have all my outer-wear taken care of. but I am a perfectionist and so I want all my unmentionables to be of the correct vintage as well! (And hey, who knows when your skirts will be flipped up at the party, and everyone in the room will be given a good view of your underclothes?!)

This is what I wish my Papa Otter would buy for me. Please leave a comment and tell him he should get these for me — if he buys any of them, I’ll post pictures here of me wearing them!

Glamour Shape Wear Black Girdle	Harlow Vintage Peach French Knickers	Harlow Vintage Peach Bullet Bra
Glamour Shape Wear Black Corselette	Glamour Shape Wear Black Longline Bra

If you actually want to ensure me wearing these lovely items in a future photoshoot, you could always buy them for me yourself! Here they are in my wish list, which will send them directly to me!

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The infinitely lovely people at NSI have sent me some samples from the shoot, for the express purpose of sharing with you lot! So you will have seen them here first — but please do go sign up for NSI to see the rest! We shot lots of pictures over those two hot days!

Spanked by the feared and dreaded Stephen Lewis!

Please do note the vintage stockings! I take my work seriously, damnit!

If you missed it, here are the entries where I wrote about the shoot:
Shooting with Northern Spanking Institute
Shooting with Northern Spanking Institute | Part 2

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Today’s fantasy comes from the article “Papal crackdown on bare-kneed tourists sparks hypocrisy claims” from The Register:

The Vatican’s stripey knickerbocker-clad Swiss Guards have launched a crack down on scantily-clad tourists in and around the Holy See.

Reports say that a long-standing modest dress decree has been extended from St Peter’s basicilica – the big church – to the whole of the Vatican mini-state.

The Pope’s halberd-waving steel-hatted private army has apparently been forcing quivering tourists into corners to berate them for having uncovered shoulders or knees. While some have been directed to nearby traders specialising in more modest apparel, others have been refused entry to Vatican City altogether, The Telegraph reports. [...]

The crackdown has angered some visitors, who said it was hypocritical for an organisation beset by child abuse allegations to suddenly get all hot and bothered about ladies’ shoulders and men’s hairy knees. Still, when it comes to driving Satan out of the Vatican you’ve got to start somewhere, so why not with spaghetti strap tops and Bermuda shorts?

It should be noted that the guards wear a 16th century outfit including a natty doublet and voluminous pantaloons, and while the pantaloons stop above the knee, the offending joints are covered by coordinated stockings. Their wardrobe also includes a knee-length doublet.

The pope himself generally wears a floor length cassock, which this week he has apparently been teaming with a baseball cap in pontifical white.

(The above lovely shot of the Vatican Guards is from Wikipedia.)

This of course has spawned some serious Swiss Guard fantasies for me — because how could you not want to be spanked by someone in that get-up?!

My fantasy runs like this … I get into Vatican City wearing a cardigan over my tube top, but it’s a hot day, and also, I like the idea of naughtily flashing a bit of skin where I shouldn’t.

So the cover-up gets stuffed in my bag, and I take in the sights showing off not only shoulder, but a few inches of stomach as well! (And, actually, since I actually usually wear low-riding trou, that could be quite a few inches of the middle of me uncovered!)

I’ve gotten my shots of famous statues and buildings, bought some postcards, and am ready to head back to the tour bus … when two Swiss Guards bear down on me, berating me in thickly accented English. There I am in a corner, away from the other tourists, trapped by the two overbearing guards….

Here’s where my fantasy breaks up a bit, because what shall they use on me?! Take off their leather belts? Use the scabbards of their swords? Or do Swiss Guards carry some esoteric, medieval tool of correction?! (And/or do they use their rough, sword-callused hands?)

Anyway, no matter what they use, we all know it ends with me walking stiffly to my tour bus, eyes red-rimmed, and sweater on and buttoned all the way up!

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