Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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So, this past weekend I had a birthday party. For my sorts of friends, this all meant an excuse (as if they needed one!) to troop over so they could spank me en masse. The debauched event took place at our local bar — not that my friends actually need their inhibitions mellowed, mind you!

Here you see me getting spanked by a new friend I made that very evening – I don’t know how “out” he is, so we’ll just call him The Hot Guy With Glasses…

Behind us is a line of people wanting to get their hands on my bottom. I had started by moving around the room (ostensibly being social, but conversations kept being interrupted by people demanding to spank me… [faux sigh]) but by the end of the party people just lined up and I was moved down the line from person to person!

It ended with a dear friend of mine (who I hope will soon be doing a guest post here!) who has long been someone I’ve felt very toppy around. (We can’t help ourselves — I’m an older sister, she is a younger sister — it is just the natural order of things that I tell her what to do!)

She was last in line, and when I settled over her lap, she gave me some nice thuddy spanks – more punches than spanks, really. A nice change from an evening of varyingly stingy slaps and smacks. But then, the lofty heights got to her head, and she said something cheeky (I can’t remember what, anymore — I must admit I was a bit high on endorphins and attention by this point!) and I just rolled up (managing to pull my skirt down in the process, for which I ought to be awarded some sort of femme medal!) and used the kinetic energy to pull her over my lap. She ended up on the wrong side for my best arm, but my second best arm can still give out some good whacks, and I had her squirming shortly.

Then we made out for a bit. Like you do. With Mr Defeu and her lovely boyfriend (and, well, everyone else!) looking on beneficently.

It was a good way to celebrate another year of making mischief. And has confirmed my dedication to getting into lots of trouble in the year to come!

Northern Spanking Institute has finally released the film Bailey and I did with them back at the last Shadow Lane party! I’m so excited! Although, of course, you can’t tell it from this image, where Bailey and I try to look concerned that we are about to be spanked — or killed, buried in the Nevada desert, and no one will ever find our bodies! (You know, one of those “either/or” things!)

Zille & Bailey have individually racked up considerable debt at BLACK JACKS – One of the huge Casino chain owned by mobster Marcus Black. Having no money to pay, and no idea how they got into this mess, Mr Black has the girls taken to an exclusive suite in the hotel by his henchmen and stripped to their underwear. Left wondering what fate might await them.

I love this shot from the video, where you can see Bailey and me earnestly trying to convince Mr. Black that we’ve suffered enough, thank you!

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Note: Firstly, thanks to Serenity for her kind words in her blog!

Also, Pandora has a new blog design and URL! It looks really great, and the content is of course up to it’s usual superior standards!

N.B. — Pandora has just done a brilliant review of the film!

From: Eve’s Corner Column #25, January 2011

This column features pictures from our first two videos of the new year: His Two Disobedient Wives and Starter Wife Trophy Wife Revenge Match.

This video stars Zille Defeu, her husband Duncan and Clare Fonda. Zille and her husband began coming to Shadow Lane parties a few years ago. We’ve been wanting to work with them since first meeting them but this was our first opportunity. Zille is a daring (and darling) San Francisco girl who has been featured in many a super naughty video before getting to us.

Zille (rhymes with Jill) is a fascinating young woman with her dainty retro wardrobe and kinky exhibitionist personality. She’s well read and charming and found herself a proper English husband to satisfy (I should guess) most of her gothic fantasies. Well bred but pro-active, Zille stands for perfect foundation garments, uninhibited sexual self expression and of course, classic domestic discipline. I didn’t cast her as a household goddess in my video for no reason. Polymorphosly perverse but always in the prettiest ways, the actress and film maker possesses a uniquely artistic flare for fetishism and porcelain skin that pinkens at the slightest suggestion of a spanking.

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From deep, deep in the archives of the blog — August 10, 2005 to be precise! — I pull out to share with you lot one of the first things I wrote to Mr. Defeu — from before I had my very first caning! He had left me with two DVDs of Classic Spanking videos that I was to watch (this was, obviously, from before we were living together, and he was travelling constantly back then) and report on to him. Thinking about it, I never have finished watching all those videos — I think perhaps I really should finish that assignment, all these years later! What do you think?

And now for the Way-Back Machine….

My thoughts and emotions on A Private Punishment are going to be based on the memories that stuck best with me in the several days since I saw it, since this assignment was not given to me until after I had viewed the video.

First, I’ll go over the funny ones, to get them out of the way. I laughed aloud at the beginning when the guy threatened, “I’ll sack the lot of you.” That was great! And Angela’s hair alternately amazed and frightened me (not in the good erotic way we’ll see later in this report.) The most amusing moment was when he offered her the liniment, and I (I had obviously gotten rather engrossed in the film) cried out, “Don’t do it, Angela, it will make it sting worse!” The only thing that could beat this (errr, so to speak) was when they both moved in such a way that the liniment bottle was un-obscured for the first time in the film – and turned out not to be a prescription healing salve – but Johnson’s Baby Oil!

But, funny stuff aside, actually, now that I think back on the film I realize I remember many details (I was about to re-watch it to refresh my memory, but I have realized I do not need to – images, moments from the film are burned into my brain.)

The main things I enjoyed about the film were the punisher and Angela. I was impressed by both of them, for complimentary reasons. He was very deliberate, very calm and purposeful. He would leave his hand on her, to comfort her and let her know he was still in control, and that really made the video much more real and arousing.

Angela – honestly, I was just plain impressed with her. First she was a very realistic nurse. I thought her acting was stilted until a moment where he said, “Are you going to lay over my lap or do I have to force you,” and she just quietly said, “You will not force me,” and she was compliant and obedient to his will from that moment on. I had been hoping, “Make him force you!” because I always like to see the physical tussling, and the moments of fighting the punishment before the pain (or something else) makes the bottom finally give in and submit to her fate. But there was something so graceful about how Angela just submitted; as deliberately as he was taking control she was giving it up.

And of course, I am in totally awe of how Angela took her punishment. Well, for the spankings she couldn’t hide her smile – you could tell she liked them! And with the tawse you could see her sinking into “sub space.” But the most impressive – of course – was the caning. Oh, I hope to take a caning like she does, some day. I don’t know what I’ll do (the first time[s]) , but I imagine it will involve lots of noise and emotion. Angela simply – well, expelled the pain. You saw it go through her whole body and come out her mouth in a breath of release. She made noise, but it wasn’t too much noise – it was still deliberate, she was still in control of herself, even as she submitted to his will.
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Recently, the ever-so-sexy Rain Degrey loaned me a selection of rubber and fetish specialty magazines from the 1970s. I just love these things — they are so much kinkier to me than modern slick magazines — this was a time when liking this stuff wasn’t cool – it could cause you serious social ostracism, and possibly, if your filthy perversion was discovered, the loss of job and/or marriage. At best, you were unlikely to ever find a partner who would understand your needs.

And that’s what these magazines really tried to help with: hooking up like-minded perverts for nights of rubber-mac-clad-passion, classic-knicker-and-fully-formed-stocking-lust, or spanking delights. (Or all of the above together!)

In the Issue of “Rubber and Latex Special — Part B” (£1 per issue!), to my joy I discovered an article called, “Spanking Parties” (this being topical to some recent posts) and it was with even greater delight that I read the first paragraph:

The swinging spanking party is now part of the American scene and is, in many parts, taking the place of the wife-swapping party, which had quite a vogue over there for many years. The spanking party, particularly on the Western Sea Board, is becoming as important to the social life of the younger set as the bridge party has been over here.

Well, well! It couldn’t get much better than that! As I read further, I decided that actually the author of this article was A.) Not female, B.) had never been to the US, and C.) had possibly never been to a spanking party, either. But it doesn’t matter — there is a certain amusement value that comes from that! I include the rest of the article below, for your vintage reading pleasure. I’ve also scanned a couple of the images that accompanied the article — check out that vintage lingerie!

(I would love to ask the publishers for permission to reprint this — but there is no contact info for any publisher listed. If you know how I can get in contact with the owner of this article, please let me know so I can get in touch with them!)

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The swinging spanking party is now part of the American scene and is, in many parts, taking the place of the wife-swapping party, which had quite a vogue over there for many years. The spanking party, particularly on the Western Sea Board, is becoming as important to the social life of the younger set as the bridge party has been over here.

The main areas where they abound are on the new housing estates which are mushrooming up, and where little organised leisure time activities are available.

The spanking party grows out of a need to relieve the tedium of living. Spanking, as opposed to caning and other forms of corporal punishment of the severer type, has been part of the established form of correction in America for many years.

In the home, the child expects to have his bottom smacked with either the hand or, more usually, the paddle, for any misdemeanours. Later, at school, where societies from a large part of our of school activities, spanking is often included in the initiation ceremony, particularly if the sorority has any athletic annotations.

In the past, these initiation ceremonies were becoming more and more sadistic in their format. Because of many complaints, the ceremonies were banned in several schools where they still continue, the bestiality [sic] has tended to disappear, and has been replaced by the “fun” element.

Many ceremonies end with the formal presentation of one’s own paddle, suitably engraved, to mark the occasion. These presentation paddles are often placed on the wall in one’s house as a trophy. Everyone is proud to have them, it is because of this background that spanking parties have become popular. How do they start? Often it is in a very small way.

The American women are in and out of each others houses exchanging coffee dates as regularly as clockwork. On such an occasion one may comment on the paddle hanging on the wall. Very easily, the conversation turns towards the subject of spanking, and experiences are swopped, and they begin to reminisce about their College days.

The Hostess of the coffee party may, if she still enjoys the feel of the paddle at the hands of her husband, take the paddle down and hand it round. Then, it needs only one of the party to suggest a mutual paddling for the whole thing to begin. There and then, everyone paddles everyone else, and brings a glow all round. With the ice well and truly broken, those keenly interested will soon get together to discuss ways and means of doing it more often.
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