Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Why do I like this site so much? Here are three good reasons:

I got the idea for this from the wonderful Mija.

It occurs to me that I’ve never written about my first spanking on my blog! This is probably because, like the first time I had sex, it really wasn’t the best example of the experience. But still, it’s worth remembering!

When I was 17 I was busy discovering the stories of Robert A. Heinlein (a topic I’ve written about before). And one of the things that was really exciting me about them (besides the excellent writing, fascinating plots, strong characters, and first view of positive polyamorous relationships) was all the spanking RAH manages to work into his tales. (There’s a pun there involving “tails” which I will ignore. You can thank me in the comments.) One spanking I remember well from first reading when I was 17 was from I Will Fear No Evil:

He stepped to the wall and squeezed down the intercom to zero, then said gently, ‘Get dressed, dear.’

‘I won’t! If we leave now, you’ll have to stuff me into the car bare naked.’

He sighed and picked her up; she stopped crying and looked suddenly happy.

The expression did not last. He turned her in his arms as he sat down on a straight chair, got a firm grip on her, and walloped her right buttock. She yelped. And struggled.

He got her more firmly, placing his right leg over both of hers, and applied his hand smartly to her left cheek. Then he alternated sides, stopping with ten. He set her on her feet and said, ‘Get dressed, dear. Quickly.’

She stopped and rubbed the punished area. ‘Yes, Jake.’

Neither said another word until he had handed her into the car, climbed in after her, and they had been locked in. Then she said timidly, ‘Jake? Will you hold me?’

‘Certainly, darling.’

‘May I take my robe off, please? Will you take it off me?’

With the robe out of the way she sighed and snuggled in. After a bit she whispered, ‘Jake darling? Why did you spank me?’

It was his turn to sigh. ‘You were being difficult … and it is the only thing I know of which will do a woman any good when a man can’t do for her what she needs. And right then – I couldn’t.’

(Copied from SpankingBlog — thank you Spank Boss for typing that one out! Head over there for more from that scene, and another spanking scene in the book!)

At that point in time, I had a boyfriend who was my first properly kinky boyfriend. Since I don’t think he’d mind in the slightest being mentioned in a porn blog, I’ll call him by his real name, Ira (which happens to be a common name in Heinlein novels, amusingly). He wanted to experiment with bondage and roleplay (Uncle Ira coming over to “take care of” little Zille in her nightie). He also was the person responsible for getting me to start shaving my nether bits (you can thank him in the comments, too, although I rather think I get more credit by this point in time for keeping it up all these years!)

He must have given me my first spanking. But, to be honest, if he did, I don’t remember it at all. (I do however remember the scene where he was “breaking into” my room, and was hog-tying me — presumably to be followed by discovering that sex is not particularly easy in that position. We were at my parent’s house, and not expecting anyone home for hours. Suddenly, we heard the door open and close downstairs. This was followed by a rather frantic out-of-character discussion: if it was my grandfather we were fine — he was mostly deaf and wouldn’t come up to my room, anyway. But if it was my mom…. We rushed me out of bondage — neither of us had the notion of Safety Shears at that time! — and got clothing back into order … and then discovered with relief that it was indeed my grandfather, but didn’t have the courage or energy to start the scene up again!)

So possibly, my first spanking came from an ex whom I have previously called The Lost Prince on this blog. He wasn’t big into the idea of spanking, but he was willing to give it a fair go.

He got me over his lap, bottom bared, and give a light smack. “Harder!” I complained. And so he raised his hand up, and came down with a proper smack. “Ohhh…!” He sighed happily, “It leaves a hand-print!” And then he took off, leaving as many hand-prints as he could, while I gasped and bounced and started to regret inspiring that enthusiasm! (No, he didn’t become a real spanko, in the end. But I bet he has happily left hand-prints on other girl’s bottoms over the intervening years!)

So there, anyway, is either my first or second spanking. Not the most thrilling start to life as a spanko, but not a bad one, either!

The gorgeous and talented Pandora Blake is getting achingly close to launching her Dreams of Spanking, which she promises will have “high-quality, beautiful spanking films, photo galleries and audio stories which please the senses and excite the imagination. Pandora dreams of hard spanking, traditional English punishment scenarios, severe caning, historical storylines, edgy fantasies, romance, drama, dominance and submission – and more.”

As you can see by the image, I have shot with her for the site (and hoping to shoot with her again, as often as possible!) so I can vouchsafe that Pandora will indeed be living up to the promise of the site, if not out-doing herself!
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Originally posted on 16th Feb 2009.

Sorry that I was MIA for most of last week, but I went on a trip with Mr Defeu, and while I was gone I was mostly focused on work for my own new job. If I even look at my blog, I’ll tend to “just write a short entry,” which of course then tends to be one of my really long ones (which probably only three of you lot actually read all the way to the end!).

Our trip was down to Southern California – visiting several towns. The first one was for Mr Defeu’s work, a conference that had him away all day, leaving me in the hotel room to work and wander down to the hotel gym. Our favourite Thai restaurant is in that town, and we had a wonderful dinner there. Also, the night we went down to enjoy the hotel hot-tub, we had the surreal experience of ending up in a hot tub with a rugby team (women rugby players!) and a couple marines and listening to them chat as they passed around a bottle of Malibu rum. They were kind enough to include us as the rum went ‘round, and indeed, were very nice people and we had a lovely (if perhaps surreal) time talking to them.

Of course, I had totally forgotten the marks on my bottom from last Sunday’s strapping and caning extravaganza. Ooops! I tried to keep my bottom turned away from everyone (not an easy feat when you are in a round hot-tub!) but perhaps I needn’t have worried, because if anyone is used to seeing bruises, it’s rugby players and guys in the military, right?!

We then drove up to visit our friend Mr. Stagg (who really needs to get off his arse and start commenting on this blog. I mean YOU, Mr. Stagg!). He’s one of Mr Defeu’s oldest and bestest friends (if men can be said to have bestest friends…) and we all went to an old hang out of theirs and drank mai tais and generally had a wonderful evening. I got quite tipsy, but I remember we talked a great deal about fetish and spanking and fun stuff like that!

The next day we were off to LA for the LA Kink Fetish Weekend. We only went to the Saturday event, “Rubberotica,” because we wanted to get home on Sunday and enjoy a leisurely Monday (it’s Presidents’ Day here in the U.S.) before the real world starts back up on Tuesday.

Just the one event worked out fine for us! We had such a great time; I can only imagine the next night would have been anticlimactic! Read the rest of this entry »

Mr Defeu has many evil, evil tawses, but there is one stiff leather strap that I am always delighted to see him get out of the toy drawer. It looks about as imposing as any other piece of leather in his collection, but for some reason, this strap can’t hit me wrong — there’s not a time I don’t get some enjoyment from it. It ranges from “Ohhh, that’s a nice tease — please hit me harder!” to “Please keep that up — if you do, I’ll orgasm from this!” to “This is just a bit over the edge of what I can take, but it’s just that perfect amount over the edge! Do it again!”

There are some implements that from the first swat I loathe, despise, and outright hate. But this one turns me into an eager masochist, wriggling her bottom in eager anticipation. The implements which only hurt are perfect to use for tools of actual punishment. (Thus, the wooden paddle we have which is used for just that purpose, and which I do wish would just magically disappear, never to be seen again.) But this strap has come to be known as the “reward strap”. It’s just that good.

A couple weeks ago we were on a trip together. I often do his packing for him (a service I very much enjoy) and had used this opportunity to slip in that beloved strap and a bottle of lube — just in case, you know. It’s always good to be prepared for anything, right?! It was a busy, chaotic trip, but finally, on the last day, we had time alone together, and nothing else to do for a nice long evening stretching out ahead of us….
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