Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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So tonight Zille was punished. It doesn’t matter for what, and I mean that comprehensively: it didn’t really matter to us, either, what the specific offense was, but rather that we once again exercise the core element of our partnership, which was born out of a disciplinary relationship.

The point of a proper punishment is that it should be unpleasant enough to discourage a repeat offense. That does not mean that neither of us shouldn’t benefit from the experience in happy, positive, sexually-charged ways, but rather that she won’t want a second dose any time soon.

So on returning home from the office, I had her dress in her white spandex compression shorts. I then spanked her for a while before proceeding to the main event, as it were: ginger. At the weekend (actually, in the small hours of Sunday night after a friends birthday bash), we got a large chunk of a huge old ginger root. Zille had created an experimental holder from a retired butt plug, and fastened the ginger into the base of the thing.

It was a large piece of ginger, and by the time it was a third of the way in, she was squirming. But we persevered, and got the whole thing inserted.

With the ginger burning brightly, I spanked her to settle the “fig” inside her.

The heart of the punishment was 12 strokes of the cane — our “special” cane with all sorts of significance to our relationship. The first 6 she took fairly well (with regular pauses to re-seat the “fig”), but after only two strokes of the second set she was in extreme discomfort. Being considerate, I finished the set with four quick strokes, and then let her settle down with a final spanking.

Once I let her remove the ginger, we enjoyed what used to coyly be called “marital relations”.

And now to dinner, which she is serving right now…

Since the review of the classic English discipline video, “Dr. Zubatski’s Treatment X”  was so popular, I thought I’d mention another one that I did long ago, and is lost in the archives.

This is the review I did (in the form of a letter to Mr Defeu).

 If you don’t feel like a trip in the way-back machine, here are some links and mini-review:

(Image from ClassicSpanking.com)

Before Flight Officer Brenda Fennington can advance to her new position in Department S, she must undergo a series o test. She did quite well in the mental aptitude and physical exertion exam. But the most difficult is still ahead. She must demonstrate her capacity to endure pain. Stripped down to her regulation black panties, gaterbelt and hose, assumes the position. Her obediently awaiting posterior is about to receive a very lengthy and painful thrashing under her commander’s limber cane. After her ordeal she is forced into a freezing cold shower. The final test was the most painful experience of her life. But it was worth it. She passed with flying colors, black and blue.

Brutal Examination	Six of the Best!
Truly sadistic caning	Thrown in a cold shower

(Images from video-on-demand site HotMovies.com)

Also on that video on demand:

“Victorian Interlude” — Mrs. Farrington is a lady of privilege who had constantly conducted herself in a manner unbefitting of her station. Such behavior must be corrected. For this task Victorian families commonly enlist the services of the Hand Matron, a professional disciplinarian, well skilled in the application of corporal punishment. Mrs. Farringtion must bare her lovely tender bottom for the Hand Matron’s stern chastisement. This video provides a rare glimpse into the disciplinary practices of a bygone age.

Above is a lovely screen cap of a few tawses, from a British documentary, below…

I love how the Brits will never stop discussing the CP phenomenon. Even if it is never used in schools again, I think as a country they will never be able to let go of the idea!

This is one reason I love the British!

A really perfect image of a tawse making contact with a bottom it has obviously met a few times before…

This picture just really works for me! Makes my bum wish Mr. Defeu was home and in a tawse-swinging mood!

From an excellent gallery on Girl’s Boarding School.

Tomorrow Mr. Defeu and I leave for Shadow Lane. I’m so excited to see so many of my friends again, and to spend a weekend in the company of myriad pervs (it’s been too long!)

As if to spur me on, last night I had the most erotic dream I think I’ve ever had….

I was at this all girl’s school … except that the girl’s uniforms seemed to be bikinis. They were all quite well-built – curves everywhere! – and it was a bit like a music video or Serpieri’s Druuna books! with all these scantily clad hotties walking up and down the halls and stairs of the school.

I myself, in good dream fashion, was naked. But not the least embarrassed – indeed, in the dream, I felt this delicious sensuality, this sexy confidence. I sashayed as if I was moving through honey.

I kept ended up making out with and otherwise pleasing these girls – sometimes just one, sometimes more! – and this was a perfectly wonderful state that could have completed the dream to my perfect satisfaction.

But there was more! I kept getting taken aside by (male) teachers who were finding quite obvious excuses to punish me – I was “distracting” the girls, I was causing a disturbance in class, I was interrupting their studies, you know the drill – and then the teachers used a variety of implements on me. In the dream, I knew that this hurt, but every stroke was like those rare strokes where pain meets pleasure just right, and you can’t tell the difference. I was crying from the pain out in these sensual moans.

The most clear part of the dream I remember now is that I was being punished by a teacher, who’d put a butt-plug in me, and had beaten me with a strap. I then met up with a few delicious girls who were really turned on by my state, and who needed to kiss, caress, and finger-fuck me. (Even in my dreams, I’m always a giver – didn’t want to let these young ladies down, so allowed them to do as they willed with me, whilst keeping my hands and mouth as busy as possible. See, always a giver!)

We got interrupted by the headmaster, who then felt the need to punish me for this further disruption. (And not my fault, I’d add! They seduced me!) He caned me, and then pulled the butt-plug out – I remember moaning, in the dream, and him saying, “Do you feel all empty now?” He then said, “This will fill you up!” and thrust his cock into me.

Sadly, it was after this promising start that I woke up.

Oh, how I wish you could just pause your dreams and then resume them when next going to sleep. I’d go back to this dream in a heartbeat!

So, who knows, maybe this is what Shadow Lane will be like for me…? At any rate, if I wasn’t entirely rarin’ to go before, I surely am now!

I’ll try to blog or at least tweet from SL, but if it’s anything like that dream, then you should really just expect a report after I get back!