Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Last night I had a really hot dream that I just have to share with you lot!

It took place where Mr Defeu works (or, rather, a slightly weird dream version thereof) and I had come into work with him that day.

There was a hot new girl working there. My sleeping brain combined things that it knew Mr Defeu and I are “into”, so the girl had long curly hair (for me!) and was wearing white jodhpurs (for him) and a green velvet blazer (for both of us – who doesn’t find a green velvet blazer hot?!) and the minute I saw her I thought Mr Defeu needed to see her, too!

She was flirting heavily with me, and asked her to wait and I went to get Mr Defeu. As we were coming back to her office (although it was more like a cubicle!) I was excitedly telling him all about her.

When we got there, he liked what he saw, and ordered us both to bend over the desk to be spanked. I didn’t think that was such a great idea, seeing as how we were in the workplace, but she bent over eagerly and I was not NOT going to join in the excitement.

Mr Defeu slapped her bottom – HARD! – and then slapped mine (equally hard!), then hers again, etc.

Sadly this bit of the dream did not go on for as long as I would have liked before the boss came running over, fired Mr Defeu and the new girl, and we were all escorted off the premises! But she seemed very happy to come with us….
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I just this moment ran across a surprise caning scene in a novel — and it’s a nun getting caned, to boot! So I grabbed the book, King of the Wood, and hustled over to the computer, to share it all with you!

In the story so far, a young lady named Edith is in an abbey for education and preparation for her marriage. The Abbess, her aunt and the Mother Abbess Christina. Christina wants Edith to make the choice to stay and become a nun, despite her father’s orders that Edith is to be married and is not there to take orders. Edith, for her part, is very much on her father’s side….

“Did I or did I not, yesterday, order you to put on the veil?”

Mutinous silence.

“Did I?” said Christina dangerously.

“Yes. Mother Abbess.” Edith muttered.

“And what did I say would happen to you if you persisted in arguing with me?”

Edith made herself look up again. “It will make no difference. I cannot wear the veil. Because of what my father said.”

“Because you are hard of heart, impious, unable to recognize a magnificent opportunity when it is put before you. I will give you one more chance, Edith. Go to your dorter and fetch the veil I gave you. Put it on. Then we will say no more about this foolish fit of defiance.”

Edith stared at her feet again and neither moved or answered.

“Very well, said Christina, and shot out a hand to grasp Edith’s arm. She was only in her forties, but her fingers looked as if they belonged to a woman much older. They were, however, extremely strong. “Come with me,” said Christina.

The other girls, who had drawn back, sorry for Edith but too frightened to speak in her defence, followed slowly, in an awed cluster, exchanging a few whispers. In the abbey building, they gathered at the foot of the dorter, up which Christina had dragged her victim.

They could hear it all. The most heart-rending part was they they heard the whistle of Christina’s cane for so long before Edith shrieked. They turned to scatter as their abbess stormed down again, but she saw them and and spoke sharply, calling them back. “None of you are to go to the dorter, or speak to her. She will come to the refectory, I hope, in a chastened state of mind and wearing her veil. You may speak to her then, but not to express sympathy. And those of you who are crying had better dry your tears. They’re wasted. She brought her troubles on herself.”

(Images courtesy “The Sisters of Repentance 1” and “The Sisters of Repentance 2“.)

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!

It’s time for our annual cult classic Tax Day Sale! While Uncle Sam bends everyone over, we’re offering huge discounts to help your customers stick it to the man and give you an extra stimulus in your payouts! Plus we’re still offering FREE SHIPPING on orders over $69, so the savings just keep adding up to sales for everyone.

This light, yet sturdy black nylon toybag is a simple, practical bag for carting around various toys and gear.

At 32″ long, and 7″ diameter, this cylindrical shaped bag will fit most longer toys with ease. It has a 2½” wide adjustable nylon carrying strap, a heavy duty black zipper that zips up the middle, and a second, smaller compartment with a zipper on one end. Machine washable.

And to put in your new bag:

This thin, 28″ long cane is expertly shaped and sanded rattan, which is similar to bamboo but stronger. At approximately 3/8″ average diameter, the cane is straight and flexible with a crook handle.

Please note that handcrafted canes may vary in length from 1″ to 3″ as a result of each item being individually made.

Show them Who’s the Daddy with this JT’s Stockroom original design.

A clever twist on the classic punishment belt, the Daddy’s Belt has a traditional belt buckle and loop, and 14 steel rivets holding a looped strap together as a handle. The strap makes a fear-inducing snap, when grabbed at both ends and quickly straightened. The strap is 1½” wide, and 17″ long in a loop.

This implement is a must for English schoolroom discipline scenes. This very fine, hand-crafted slapper has a rich, rusted-brown and black finish with an attractive tooled pattern on the handle.

The Tawse has an 18″ total length, 6″ of which is the handle, and is 2″ wide. The slapper end is split in two, giving the implement its distinctive sting.

This all-black Slapper crop is 20″ long and features a sturdy rubber handle for a good grip with no slip.

The business end incorporates two 1½” wide strips of thick black leather which produce a nice slapping sound when they contact.

Want to add some kink to your Quaker lifestyle? Looking to spruce up those old-world domestic scenes? Do it the new old-fashioned way with a black leather rug beater.

The solid 13″ handle is covered in soft, braided leather, topped with a beautiful turk’s head knob and a wrist strap. The business end is a 6″ tightly-braided loop that provides an intense, stinging welt with minimal effort.

This “old school” piece of equipment is a very serious pain-infliction tool and is not recommended for light play.

Turn their bottom a new shade of red with these gorgeous 18 Inch Hardwood Rulers.

Beautifully crafted from either solid Bloodwood or Cocobolo, these rulers will make them cringe in delighted anticipation.
Bloodwood is a hardwood imported from South America, is generally from a light pink to a deep blood-red, and is incredibly dense. This wood is often used by woodworkers for its natural ability to take a polish, and its unmistakable red coloring.

Cocobolo is a very beautiful hardwood, known to change color after being cut. The heartwood is typically orange or reddish-brown in color, often with a figuring of darker irregular traces weaving through the wood.

Individual batches of either wood type may vary in color hue or grain pattern.

Bloodwood Rulers are 3/8 inch thick. Cocobolo Rulers are 1/4 inch thick. Both are 1.5 inches wide, 18 inches long and taper at the handle for a firmer grip. The narrow width of the rulers makes it easy to focus on a particular area, allowing you to administer a fairly intense spanking. They are coated with a clear gloss finish, giving the wood a beautiful sheen. Attached is a leather cord for hanging. Happy Spanking!

This 3/8″ thick wooden paddle is 3″ wide on the business end with a 1¼” wide handle. All edges are rounded, and the wood has a smooth black finish.

Similar in shape to a fraternity paddle, these implements are patterned after the old Spencer paddle, a classic among spanking fans. Made of very strong 7-ply Baltic Birch wood, these plywood paddles are guaranteed not to break under normal use. The diamond pattern of holes acts to reduce air resistance.

I am sorry to have been so long absent from this blog! I’m hoping to sneak in a few days of posting before work picks up again….

I’ve been reading the book Hitch-22: A Memoir, because it’s well-spoken and deeply intelligent author, Christopher Hitchens, unfortunately passed away a few months ago.

I’ve been enjoying it for it’s own merits, but was doubly excited when mention of CP suddenly showed up!

The three great subjects of Beating, Bullying, and Buggery (the junior or cadet equivalent of Winston Churchill’s naval tryptych of Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash”) are familiar enough to me in their way, and I have often been closely questioned – usually by girls – about their influence on my formation. I was subjhected to a certain amount and to a certain extent to the first two of the Big Bs but not (my italics) to the third….

Indeed, I often have difficulty convincing my graduate students that I really did go off to prep school at the age of eight, from station platforms begrimed with coal dust and echoing to the mounting “whomp, whomp, woof, woof” of the pistons beginning to turn, as my own “trunk” and “trunk box” were loaded into a “luggage car.” Not only that, but that I wore corduroy shorts in all weathers, blazers with a school crest on Sundays, slept in a dormitory with open windows, began every day with a cold bath (followed by the declension of Latin irregular verbs), wolfed lumpy porridge for breakfast, attended compulsory divine service every morning and evening, and kept a diary in which – in a special code – I recorded the number of times when I was left alone with a grown-up man, who was perhaps four times my weight and five times my age, and bent over to be thrashed with a cane.

Here we have some excellent points for those who want to play, “Schoolboy at English public school” games. I know quite a few of you who will perk up at reading this!

The true essence of a dictatorship is in the fact that those who live under it must never be able to relax, must never be quite sure if they have followed the rules correctly or not. (The only rule of thumb was: whatever is not compulsory is forbidden) Thus, the ruled can always be found to be in the wrong. […] “Hitchens, take that look off your face!” Near-instant panic. I hadn’t realized I was wearing a “look.” (Face-crime!) “Hitchens, report yourself at once to the study!” “Report myself for what, sir?” “Don’t make it worse for yourself, Hitchens, you know perfectly well.” But I didn’t. And then, “Hitchens, it’s not just that you have let the whole school down. You have let yourself down.” To myself I was frantically muttering: Now what? It turned out to be some dormitory sex-game from which – though the fools in charge didn’t know it – I had in fact been excluded. But a protestation of my innocence would have been, as in any inquisition, and additional proof of guilt.

One of the joys of reading this and feeling stirred by erotic tinglings is that this is utterly guilt-free, which can’t be said for all the “real life” CP we all read about and eroticize. But Christopher Hitchens was not horribly traumatized by this, and ended up not having entirely negative feelings on the matter –

And yet it still wasn’t facism, and the men and women who ran this bizarre microcosm were dedicated in their own weird way.
[…]
I think I wish I had not been introduced so early to the connection between obscure sexual excitement and the infliction – or the reception – of pain.

So I think we can all safely build some fantasies on this one! And, from what I have gotten to know about him from reading his works, I have to say I think ol’ Hitch would actually be amused, if not grinningly pleased, that people were basing fantasies on his school years! Indeed, that last sentence makes me wonder if perhaps he was not, to some extent, one of us…!