Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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One upon a time, not that very long ago, there was a little girl, who would one day grow up to act in and make porn — not just a porn star but a porn monger!

However, she didn’t know that, yet, when she was in 1st grade (English version: Primary school, year 2). She was a sometimes naughty girl (although she was shy enough to mostly be naughty at home, but more well-behaved in public), but she was certainly on the path to becoming the girl she would someday be, as her taste for spanking had already been set by The Lonely Doll.

One day, this girl heard a rumour: that there was a boy who was selling – gasp – porn on school grounds (during recess, to be precise.) After a little investigation, she discovered that it was grainy black and white photocopies of the naked “native women” in National Geographic.

The impressive early business model was lost on her. So was the fact that the images being sold were barely titillating in the slightest.

So, you ask, what did she do with this information?

She tattled. Yes, really. If you ask the girl she is today, she can’t for the life of her think why she would do that sort of thing. Everyone hates a snitch. She never was a tattle-tale at any other time (well, except sometimes on her little sister, but that doesn’t count!) and she had not been brought up in a puritanical household where such notions would be instinctively offensive to her — thus, her later career in the erotic arts!

There are two ends to this story.

The first is that she did get a comeuppance — you’ll be glad to know! The boy whom she snitched on found her alone in the playground one afternoon. He chased her all the way up to the top of the jungle gym and stuffed sticky milkweed down her shirt. A fair enough revenge, you might think, except that this girl is the sort who would enjoy being chased and having stuff done to her when caught, so it was really more of a reward.

The second ending … hasn’t happened yet! And here’s where you come in: what long belated punishment is due to this girl? Looking back on it, she feels badly about her actions, and of course, it is horribly ironic that she even now makes money from the very thing that she ratted someone out for all those years ago. Even it it is clear enough that she has learned her lesson, it is only right that she be punished – the kind-hearted among you would do it to purge her guilt. (And the rest of you are just sadists and we know why you’d do it!)

So … what shall it be…?

After the fact, now here’s some fiction:

(Screen capture from “School Dreams,” Starring Zille Defeu & Stephen Lewis, at Northern Spanking Institute.)

She lay sprawled across the hard surface of his desk, not-quite crying now, but still sniffling and gulping and really still not far from tears. Her hateful, ugly, “regulation knickers” bunched at the top of her thighs, having been casually — and callously — dragged there one handed, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a man to tug down a grown girl’s underwear. And now those vile knickers just uselessly framed that part of her body that they were supposed to cover, conceal, protect — a part which was now reddened, blotched and marked.

It was always the combination that did it to her. The cane and the tawse. It never mattered much which order he used them on her, but the getting two together in one punishment always knocked the stuffing out of her. One or the other alone she could handle; they always hurt, and maybe he’d bring out the tears, but afterwards she still felt like (a rather subdued version of) herself.

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I have so much to write about last night’s punishment that instead of trying to do one of my epic posts and it taking so long that I don’t post anything for the next three weeks, I’m going to try the mad notion of breaking things up into more manageable posts – crazy talk, I know!

I have so many emotions that I’ll start off with something more simple and basic: facts and thoughts about the new type of ginger butt-plug I made.

It was not an unmitigated success, but it did have a huge successful point in that we were a lot less concerned that we were going to loose the fig inside me, never to see it again. (As happened on Kink.com a while ago!)

However, I am used to carving ginger plugs with one notched area to simulate a butt-plug – and didn’t think about the fact that this time the notched area, which is usually where the sphincter ani internus (internal anal sphincter muscle) grabs aholt of the notch in the ginger, to keep it from sucking on in, or spitting it out (And the fact that I never trusted it for the former, and it didn’t work so great for the latter is why we were trying new methods!), was used by the flange from the cut-down butt-plug, and so the big fail was that I did not make the notched area longer nor make a second notched area….

So my bottom spent the whole punishment happily trying to spit that mean old ginger root right out! (I am pretty sure that actually ginger causes the anus to spasm and expel the burning foreign object from your bottom. I get why it would try to do this, but it’s something that needs to be worked around, because figging is the best punishment in the world. More on that later.)
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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…