Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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As of right now, if you to go to the Shadowlane website, you’ll see me! This is sooooo exciting for me — to see myself right on the front of Shadowlane’s website! Wheeee!

(And don’t I look sad and sorry? Pity me, poor thing, because so many terrible things have obviously happened to me, and now I’m out in the snow all alone! However, despite my misadventures, my stockings are straight, so at least I have my pride!)

I would add another “happy moment” from shooting with Mr Defeu for Shadowlane, but to be honest the whole thing is one huge happy memory. In the years I’ve been with my husband my lust for him has never waned — indeed, it just gets stronger over time. So to get to have the fun of making a film, be doing it with Tony and Eve, who are just brilliant to work with, and to top it off, be having the sort of fun roleplay scenario that I love best, and be doing it with the person I most want to do it with — how can you top that?

This is a good moment to add a request to please vote for me as the New Spankee of the Year. Many of you lovely people have stepped up and voted for me — my thanks! — but I’m still not quite there (when I check I’m either second or third, as votes for the various girls come in). I don’t know if you can vote more than once, but if you have voted, please check back and see if they allow multiple votes from one person.

My dear friend Mija has this to say:

The lovely blogger and model Zille Defeu (one of the charming and witty PB co-authors) has been nominated on the spankingspot.com as the best new spankee of the year.

Though I’m not sure “new” quite describes someone with the range and experience of Zille, I’m thrilled for the chance to recognize her film work and encourage you to click here and vote for Zille. I mean, look at this picture. Doesn’t she clearly deserve it? (To win I mean. What on earth were you thinking?)
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Addendum:
Right after I hit send I thought I’d add this. In addition to her own blog writing and modeling, Zille has done a lot in the spanking scene this year. I don’t follow her every move (much as that might be great fun) but I’ve seen her organize the SF-CP spanking party up in San Francisco (and epic fun night) and know she’s worked as a volunteer judge for this year’s SSC contest. She’s also attended Shadow Lane as well as UK hosted parties. She and her partner were a great help at helping run errands for the Northern Spanking suite party at Shadow Lane.

What’s my point? Vote for Zille not because she’s got a pretty face. Vote for her because, in best sense of the term, she’s a good all-rounder and gives back to our scene and community. What more can anyone ask of anyone, spankee or not?

Thank you, Mija! Thank you so much. I don’t even know what to say after reading that. Knowing that people really do notice and appreciate you … it’s an amazing feeling!

Mija has come up with a great idea:

Tomorrow being the first day of Fall (in the Northern Hemisphere) is hereby declared “Mad For Plaid Day.” You can participate by spreading the word and, most importantly, wearing either a plaid skirt or kilt. Modest or slutty, uniform or vanilla, all plaids are welcome.

Read more about it here!

I know I’ll send her a picture tomorrow! And I’ll post it here, of course!

I don’t want summer to be over, but if this is the way we bring the autumn in, it will have to be a great one!

Saturday we slept in and just managed to make it to brunch with a bunch of friends: Mija and Paul of North Gare, Bridget and Alex, Iris and her M, Fireman Chris (sadly without his Serenity), and of course Headmaster Tony and the Mystery Minx. The restaurant was very odd (supposedly keeping up a “Mediterranean theme,” as filtered through Middle America I guess, but the menu featured Chinese food as its specialty. Gordon Ramsey would not approve! Still, they had very fresh fruit, and the company more than made up for the cuisine!

After breaking our fasts, the suite parties began. I was a bit overwhelmed. I was introduced to new person after new person, and I started wanting to go hide behind the few people I did know! Happily, Tony had the good idea of getting some pictures of the Minx and me. We went to another room in the suite, and Minx and I took turns spanking each other, hamming it up for the camera. Well, that might not be relaxing for some people, but for me, that was the best ice-breaker possible. And of course, spanking Minx never hurts any situation! (Well, it might hurt her situation!)

That was over sadly all too soon, but I squished my way onto a sofa between Fireman Chris and Bridget. I had meant to talk to them and get to know them better, but guys kept coming up and introducing themselves, and so the conversation was very fragmented. It had kinda settled down into a discussion with another Star Trek fan (once I know someone is a fellow s-f geek, it’s much easier to get to know them!) when this other guy came over to me. “All your friends are being spanked in the other room,” he informed me. “Ummm,” I replied, “they are…?” “Yes, come and see them,” he said, and took my hand.

Now, I just need to interject here that I’m not the most socially skilled person in the world. I cover up my shyness by being brash and shameless. The other option is not to cover it up, and cower in a corner. I had all my attention on being extroverted, but not vulgar or ill-mannered (it’s a fine line, damnit!) and so I must have missed the signals this guy was giving off.

He led me to the other room, and said, “See…!” and indeed, I did recognize some of the people on the bed, although Minx wasn’t there. There was one spot open – “And you go there!” he announced, trying to pull me over to it. I stopped dead, feet digging into the carpet – oh, shit, how had I gotten into this situation? Maybe, if I actually knew this guy at least a little bit, or if there had been a bit of a lead-up, I would have been okay for the suddenness of it. But it was too many conflicting things at once, and I made the quick decision that I would not be pressured into bending over for a spanking I wasn’t comfortable taking. (It’s sad that it took even a moment for me to have to figure that one out … but when I was younger, I would have probably just let it happen, due to my embarrassment over misreading his signals, and being equally uncomfortable trying to get out of the situation as staying in it!) Mr. Defeu showed up at this moment, and I mouthed to him, “HELP!” “What kind of help?” he asked, not unreasonably, because he wasn’t sure which sort of aid I required – him telling the guy no, or him handing me over for discipline!

We had worked out a code, beforehand, but the code had been dependent on me actually being with Mr. Defeu at the time of the proposition. Since I’d been on the other side of the room from him, it had fallen apart rather rapidly.

Happily, before I had to try and figure out how to signal to Mr. Defeu, “Get me out of here! I’m totally in over my head and don’t know what to do!” (while the optimistic fellow is patting the side of the bed, waiting for me to bend over it), Minx shows up and says, “Oh, Chelsea and Clare and Sarah are downstairs, and they’d like to meet you! Is now a good time?”

Oh, how I loved her in that moment! “Now’s perfect!” I gasped, and I fled, without even a proper goodbye. I’m very sorry about that – I hope I didn’t hurt the poor guy’s feelings – I just really didn’t know how to deal with the situation. I think – I hope! – that next time I will do a better job of both not getting into situations like that – but, when I do mess up, that I will then do a better job of extracting myself!

Anyway, I found myself in a room with Chelsea Pfeiffer and Clare Fonda and Sarah Gregory. This was not a bad way to end up, because suddenly, although they were new to me, there was also a lot less new people to try and deal with all at once, and I suddenly got my socializing mojo back. I was able to chat, and get to know them, and it was really wonderful, as they are all lovely people whom I look forward to working with and getting to know better!

They were about to shoot a spanking video, so they finally kicked us out, and we went back to our room, and chilled a bit (this involved a very fun pillow fight with all three of us!) before it was time to get ready for the “prom.”

Then it was time for me to get ready for the ball! Here’s the results:

Mr. Defeu had brought a formal dinner jacket (because I complained that he never dressed up for me – he got tons of compliments, so I hope it inspires him to dress up more in the future!) and as we walked down to the ballroom, I took his arm, my grandmother’s beaded clutch purse in the other hand. I felt so glamorous! Even the gaudy noise and lights of the casino faded away into a James Bond-like set. We didn’t even need to present our IDs – Tony of Shadow Lane waved us in with an, “Oh, I know you!”

Sadly, the glamour soon fell away – the dinner was not as good as the night before, and it was a sad come-down to find myself at a “make your own burrito” night. The party at first again felt too overwhelming, but as I’d had a good night’s sleep and I didn’t have much to do the next day, I could drink – and social lubrication is always helpful! Red wine to the rescue!

Suddenly, I was chatting with everyone. From all the lovely people who came up to me to discuss a SF Bay Area spanking party (it’s in the works, guys!), to the bartender (who, after I had chattered at him about drinks for a while, decided I knew more about making drinks than he did!) I finally got a chance to properly meet and talk to Radagast, and after we bonded on obscure Science Fiction, I really look forward to hanging out with him again soonest!

Sarah Gregory and I were playing around in front of the camera for Mr. Defeu (not as much as I’d like to play around with her!) when Mija called me over and asked, a big grin on her face, if I’d like to see some hot girl-on-girl caning action. Um, yes!

Up to Mija and Paul’s room for a private party we trooped! It turned out that Bridget was going to strap (and cane!) Iris – an amazing show that Mr. Defeu and I were privileged to watch!

After it had concluded, in that lovely wash of energy over all of us that a good scene will create, Mr. Defeu was suddenly inspired by the large amount of toys piled in front of us on the coffee table, and ordered me over his lap, reminding me that there was the matter of last night’s water fight to deal with. He had a slipper in hand, that I was quite certain I’d prefer not to sample – and I was tipsy enough that I had no concerns in putting up a vocal resistance to the whole thing. (“Yay,” some inner voice proclaimed, “you’re finally playing the game right! Complain some more, come on – kick up a real fuss!”)

When I looked up from the fuss I was making (and my hose was being inexorably pulled down, nevertheless), Paul had brought out two more slippers, so that Mr. Defeu could try them all out upon my bottom! This is obviously the point of protesting in the first place – you distract yourself enough that you don’t notice getting in even worse trouble until it’s too late!

So I happily yelped and squirmed through the slippering, and then Mr. Defeu went for a hairbrush that every gal had already proclaimed to be very nasty, and wouldn’t someone please loose track of it in packing, already? Mr. Defeu took turns with the stingy wood side, and the even more stingy brush side, while I complained about both.

Then he made me kneel up to try out one of Paul’s canes. I suddenly came up from the comfy obscurity of OTK, able to hide my face in the sofa, to being abruptly upright, and entirely aware of everyone sitting around to admire the view. Eeep! I didn’t have time to dwell on the matter, as the fire-y stripes started burning across my bottom.

I started my breathing exercises right quick, because as fun as the token resistance had been, now push was coming to shove, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself or Mr. Defeu! But at some point in the caning, I heard a soft whisper (the volume seemed to have dropped in the room, for some reason!) from I think the sweet Bridget, saying, “She’s so brave!” “Oh! I’m brave! They think I’m brave!” I thought, and it made the rest of the caning so much easier to take!

When the caning was over, Mr. Defeu reached for me, and I let myself fall into his strong arms, as happy as a person could be.

And then, it was the Minx’s turn – she was still being punished for the water fight, it seemed! Nobody minded that show, either! I settled myself beside Mija to watch and provide running commentary.

Minx got her snuggles, too, and actually ran off to get me some wine – a kindness, as once I start drinking, I need to keep up my tipsiness until the party concludes (or I will get tired and cranky, not particularly great personality traits to bring to a party!)

I was still beside Mija when a recovered Minx presented herself in front of me, and reminded me that I owed her a wrasslin’ match, something we had talked about doing for weeks. I pointed out that I was in my party dress, so the Minx pulled a shirt and shorts from a bag she had conveniently stowed in the room. Well, there was nothing for it, so I went and changed in the other room (having suddenly come over shy), aided by Minx and Bridget (and embarrassing a poor Paul, who suddenly found himself stuck in room with us all giggling and stripping me!)

I had realized, going to get changed, that I was pretty well into my cups. I wondered how this would effect my wrasslin’ skills. Well, it seems I wrestle even better when under the influence, as I took the Minx down in a record time – surprising the hell out of both of us! Everyone did a count-down, and I, as winner, gave Minx 10 from the slipper. That was fun!

Then Bridget challenged me. She was a slippery little thing, but I ended up pining her as well, making her say, “Uncle.” I didn’t get to enjoy the fruits of that victory, however, because Minx jumped in and they both went after me! I was actually doing alright for myself, until I got in a bind with Minx sitting on my chest, and Bridget pining my legs so I couldn’t twist Minx off. At that point, I decided that getting some oxygen was a really lovely idea, and called “Uncle,” so that I could breathe again.

I think I won it all, when it comes down to it, because if it takes two people to pin you down, well, that’s a victory in and of itself!

Spectatators said that I gave a very good show of my cane weals whilst wrasslin’.

The rest of the party was a happy daze of enjoyable conversation with good people. After all my exertions, I was happy to snuggle with Mr. Defeu on the sofa, sipping my wine — a perfect end to a wonderful day!

The next morning, we managed to pack up the clothing items and toys which had exploded across the room, and went out to brunch with the guilty parties from the night before. I made an amazing meal of “Eggs on Horseback” (steak and eggs), and a big bowl of very ripe strawberries and proper whipped cream. The decadent meal was the best way to conclude the spectacular weekend!

There are questions going around the spanko community (both online and off) about the identity of “Fiona Locke,” author of Over the Knee
and On the Bare.

I’ve read Over the Knee, and just adored it. And in the afterword, we read: “Apparently I’m the first Nexus author to pose for the cover of her own book.” And there she is, bright red bottom upturned over the knee — truth in advertising, for once!

But we don’t get to see Ms. Locke’s face….

I think it’s quite obvious from the writing that this author does actually have experience with the wide word of CP (unlike some authors of spanking erotica, but we won’t get into that here!) Also, even aside from the cover picture, we can tell the author is young: “Angie” is web-savvy (indeed, in the course of the story she takes part in a spanking website), goes out clubbing, and there’s a scene involving one of the characters stripping to ZZ Top in a North Carolinian strip-joint.

Of course, this doesn’t actually mean the author is a “she,” at all. In fact, it’s been bandied about that Fiona/Angie is actually Abel from The Spanking Writers (Although Abel denies it, he doesn’t say it’s not his wife Haron….)

So, what do we know…?

• We have the names “Fiona Locke” and “Angie“, each with their own website. (With the latter website referencing the former, so “Angie” is not afraid of being “outed” as Fiona — but Fiona doesn’t seem to want to link to Angie.)
• In the back of the book, Lucy McLean from Northern Spanking is thanked. Does Lucy know Fiona/Angie? Has she seen her face?
  On the English Vice website, Angie thanks “my friend Mija” — does Mija know who she is? If Lucy and Mija know her, has she been going to spanking parties all this time incognito?!
• Also on the English Vice website, we can see a bit of Angie’s face…
• EmmaJane claims not to be Fiona/Angie.

If you have any information to share regarding this please post a comment, or if you’ve written about it on your own blog please post a link here. I want to gather as much evidence as possible in one place!

I think it’s time that this mystery is resolved! “Fiona Locke” — come out, come out, where ever you are!