Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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(Irelynn, Stephen Lewis, and me at Northern Spanking Institute)

This story was shared with me be a local spanko (if you’re on FetLife, he’s Irishguy30, and he’s very nice!) and I enjoyed it so much that I asked him if I could share it with you lot. Enjoy!

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Laura rubbed her stinging thighs and kneaded her burning bottom with her nose pushed firmly into the corner of the kitchen.

Tears dampened her face but her crying was drawing to a close. The pain wasn’t so severe. All she was left with now was the humiliation. She knew that behind her, her sister’s boyfriend would be enjoying every inch of her naked rump and she cursed herself for allowing this intolerable situation to develop.

It wasn’t the first time she had suffered similar indignation in front of house guests and she wondered how she could have been so stupid. At 17 years of age she felt she should be able to conduct herself with dignity and earn the respect of her older sister’s friends and lovers, instead of providing them with the unexpected thrill of watching her get her bottom exposed for a thrashing.

She shut her eyes and tried to block out the humiliation, bringing her hands to her face to brush away the last of her tears.

Paul, who had met Laura’s sister Jane at a club the previous week and was here for their first date, was in a state of near shock.

He had arrived at the house 15 minutes earlier to be told by a young boy, who he presumed was Jane’s brother, that she was still getting ready and that he was to wait in the kitchen. When he entered, he heard a heated exchange coming from the adjoining room.

Two female voices, one distinctly younger than the other, were rising to a ruckus. He sat at the kitchen table, a little embarrassed at overhearing a family row in progress. Suddenly, the door burst open and a beautiful blonde girl was dragged by her youthful mother to the kitchen table.

She didn’t even stop to acknowledge her guest before ordering the girl to bend over the table.
If the mother had failed to notice him, the girl was certainly aware if his presence and she immediately protested: “No mummy, not now. Look, we have a guest. Please not now. Wait until later.”

But the determined woman had already retrieved the wooden spoon from the drawer and turned on her daughter. “You do as I say immediately or your father will deal with you later, and it will be in the garden for the whole street to see.”

With a defeated look, the stunning blonde teenager faced the table, just two feet from Paul, and bent over. Her plaid school skirt came riding up to mid-thigh before her mother ordered: “Raise your skirt and drop your panties.”
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Apologies all, for coming back with a vengeance and then disappearing again. I was all set to put some real time and energy back into this blog … but then the novel I’ve been wanting to write finally started flowing, and I’ve been putting all my energy into that, because I would actually like to get the thing written and published in this lifetime. I can only do so much writing in a day (and so much non-immediately-paying-work, or things start to get a little uncomfortable in the wallet region), so for the next I don’t know how many months, I’m only going to be up here when I can steal a moment or two from the novel.

A funny thing I wanted to write about writing the novel is that I’ve been working on a sex scene these past two days, and it’s taking me way longer to write what is essentially a vanilla sex scene than it would to write a nice spanko piece of erotica. Not that I wouldn’t put a spanking scene in the novel, but it’s not the right place for it in that spot. Since it’s not a spanking scene, I’m trying to write a really good vanilla scene — one that authentically turns me on, but is not too filthy to sell to a normal publisher. (Although I have been noticing that novels now can have scenes as explicit as any porn — it’s just a matter of not having them be too kinky without at least a tenuous reason.)

So, it’s taking me waaaay longer to write this quite basic scene, then it would for me to write a much more intricate spanko one. Amusing.

Also amusing: Chross just recently posted a James Bond clip I’d forgotten all about, but which certainly turned me on when I was a teenage girl watching the all Bond flicks for the first time:

Of course, now I’m going to have, “Gold — fingah!” being sung in my head all day by Shirley Bassey. [sigh]

I see Chross one Bond film, and raise him a Star Trek spoof with equally delightful sexism:

The whole joy of being a post-feminist, I feel, is getting to eroticise being treated like a brainless “little lady,” a second-class citizen who is expected to stay at home and keep out of the men’s way, dear, we’ve got some real business to attend to. Why don’t you go make us some coffee, there’s a good girl!

There’s something so hot about that for me. That casual, “I can slap your bottom any time I like because I’m the superior man, and you are basically a pet who can do the cooking and wash up (if you don’t need someone with superior brains and/or strength to fix something first, that is, in which case I will shake my head and give you the help you need with noblesse oblige oozing out of my ever-so-superior pores).” I like that I can choose to live in (or visit!) that world. (Of course, it’s the fact that it’s a choice that makes it hot, so I thank my bra-burning fore-mothers for that.)

It reminds me that the other night Mr. Defeu and I were watching TV, and there was something on about a culture (or something — I’m blanking on it, now) where the women are inferior to the men. I turned to him and gave him a nudge and said, “Oh, like in Blushes or Janus! That’s your sort of world!”

“No,” he replied with the calm smile of someone about to smoothly deliver a punchline, “Not inferior … just different .. and subordinate!”

Phwoar! (A., What a sexy delivery — I’m so turned on by that sort of thing, and B., that relaxed and certain superiority is just what I was talking about above as being hot for me. Double whammy!) That sort of thing just makes me want to go off and have the kind of hot kinky sex where I am obviously there for his pleasure, because that’s what a wife is for, to serve and please her husband, right?!

Ooooh! I’m all hot and bothered, now. Maybe must go have a moment of, ahem, personal relief before I go back to writing my novel!