Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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The next day (more on the first day here) was Finishing School. I slept in as late as possible, and almost had the choice of skipping breakfast or being late. And Mrs. Darling would not approve of either of those things! (Mr. Defeu went down and ordered breakfast whilst I was still getting my stockings clipped onto my garter belt, so that once I was dressed I could rush down and scarf some food in a most unladylike hurry. And then do my lipstick in the elevator on the way up to the tenth floor … and a room to which I dreaded and longed to go!)

You may recall that Finishing School was pretty much one of the most exciting things I’ve done since, well, um, my whole life. When we found out that there would be a Finishing School at this Shadowlane, there was no doubt that we would be attending this year’s party! (After all, I flew to Scotland for the first one, so there was no way I could miss one so much closer to home!)

I arrived at the door to Northern Spanking’s suite, nervous as hell and quite sure that as soon as I walked in, all hell would indeed break loose, undoubtedly upon my ass. You see, as the only student who had attended the previous FS, I was “Head Girl”, even though I had only come in fourth in the class. Now I had attained dizzying heights … but because of how things work in that mini-universe, I knew it was my job to topple from them – and make it a good show on the way down!

I checked my skirt, that my shirt was tucked in neatly, and hoped to hell my seams were straight!

Mrs Darling was suitably nervous-making, with her comments about how I would receive double-punishments over my class-mates, but, as usual, Miss Hammond-Grant was utterly terrifying. She would wander over, whether I was doing anything remotely naughty or not (a few times when I was just thinking about what naughtiness I ought to get up to, next!) and would just get up into my personal space, and then stare down at me. It made one third of me desire to be nothing but well-behaved for the rest of my life, another third of me immediately start planning how best to get her to do that again, and the final third part of me really just wanted her to grab me by the ear and drag me into the next room. (What would we do there? Oh, well she would teach me not to get up to “unnatural acts” involving other young ladies through “Aversion therapy” [shudders deliciously] )
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Personal illness and family turbulence have kept me from updating this blog recently, but I’ve been missing it terribly. I think of posts I want to do, but then other things get in the way and I never get to post them.

But I simply had to take the time to share this! It’s a film I did with Pandora Blake & Thomas Cameron for Dreams of Spanking. When I saw it go up (thanks, Pandora my dear!) I watched it again, and whoooooo, it is pure hotness. And I say this despite the fact that I am in it, because I’m a harsher critic of myself than anyone else could possibly be! The description on the site summarizes it perfectly:

A hard-hitting tale about the culture clash between two free-spirited young flappers rebelling against authority by drinking, dancing and smoking. Emotionally edgy and physically intense, with violent belt whippings delivered in anger, shouting, struggling and crying, ending in the two young ladies thrashed side by side.

But the girls find a way to turn the tables on their repressive guardian, indulging in an extensive girl-on-girl comforting and petting scene and soothing each other’s red and welted bottoms.

So even the mere outline of the story is hot! But my memories add further sizzle…

This was our first shoot of the day. I was totally into the storyline, but when Uncle Thomas threw me onto the bed and brought his belt down on my un-warmed-up bottom, it suddenly took me into really intense headspace, really feeling my character’s emotions. Even with cameras and lights and the usual distractions of making a film, this was also just a really hot scene for me.

Not one reaction is played up for drama, here — indeed, considering how much I remember it hurting, I was amazed to find I didn’t screech like a banshee! I can promise viewers that these strappings are real, and were really a struggle to make it through! (Although, as you can see from the way I jumped on Pandora at the end of the video, that’s how I like it…!)

Another great thing is that one of the people shooting this was Mr Defeu! Whether he is on-camera with me, or behind the camera, shoots are just better when he is involved!

Thank you Pandora and Tom, for giving me this wonderful memory in film form! And to those watching it — I am so glad I can share it with you!

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!

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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