Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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The Spanking Writers have wonderful tales of spankings in stately homes that always induce jealousy in me, but now I have a story to match up to theirs!

This evening Mr. Defeu and I stopped by the old abbey where we were married, like we do every time we are in this part of the UK. It’s a romantic little thing for us.

We’ve always done it reasonably early in the day, or at least during daylight, but daylight is very short right now, so when we stopped by at 4:30, it was almost full dark, and the church lights were out, except for the entryway, where they sell touristy trinkets and knickknacks.

We wandered down to the front of the nave, and said gooey romantic things to each other, and kissed. He then got mischievous and smacked my bottom a few times. The sheer naughtiness of this made him grin excitedly (it *was* exciting!) and me being the sort to always take advantage fully of any situation, I went and bent over the front box pew, invitingly. His grin got bigger, and in a trice my trousers and knickers (a lace thong, for those who appreciate such things) were down, and his hand was smacking down full-force, over and over again.

It was just perfect – from zero-to-sixty, just as I’ve learned I like best. (Who needs a stinkin’ warm-up?) and the sudden shock of cold-cold air against my naked bottom was instantly replaced by the stinging heat of Mr. Defeu’s hand.

We stopped just in a nick of time – and just after we’d finished giggling delightedly, the abbey doors opened, and in came an elderly lady who had obviously come to investigate the muffled smacks coming from the church! Since we had already stopped, and were in the dark, I got my trousers back up as he walked over to her and distracted her with enthusiastic discussion.

The nearly getting caught part only added piquancy to the whole – it was the naughty rush after the spanking – the wrong order, perhaps, but just as fun!

And this is just the start of new spanking adventures for us! Tomorrow we leave for “Darling’s Academy,” a special roleplay weekend with the Northern Spanking crew — I’ll tell you all about it when I get back!

Well, I’ve been working on an entry for this blog since the 6th, and it just keeps growing and taking longer and longer to finish. So today I decided, what the hell, just get the blasted thing up here, and then you’ll have incentive to finish it because your readers will nag you until you do!

Finally, now, I get a moment to write about when a certain Mr HH came to visit. Now, certain young ladies across the globe read that line with understanding (and perhaps wince and a phantom ache in their posteriors!)

HH had contacted me on FetLife, and we had become friends pretty much in our first communications. When my Master and I were last in the UK, we were supposed to visit him, but that horrible car accident happened, and destroyed a lot of plans about which we’d been very excited. HH was wonderful during that time, very supportive and helpful. As was everyone we know in the Brit spanko scene – you’ll never meet a better bunch of people, I tell you!

Finally, HH was heading out to our part of the world, and we planned a weekend of “get to know each other, and see what comes of things.” It happened to be the weekend of the San Francisco Fetish Ball, so we invited him out to that with us.

You’d think that the naughtiness (because it occurred, of course!) might have happened at the fetish ball – seems logical, non? But actually, we didn’t even make it that long! Friday night, we picked HH up, and he and my Master got on like a house on fire. They discovered that they both collect classic CP magazines, and the rest of the evening was a discussion about: “Do you have the original printing of Blushes Uniform Girls, Issue 29?” “Why yes! Do you have that impossible-to-find Janus Number 3?” It was like being in a room with stamp collectors or model train hobbyists, only the conversation included bits like: “Ah, yes, that’s the shoot where the girls wear the white punishment shorts with the string between their legs, and have water poured on them before they are caned!” I was in geek heaven, and I just sat there and listened to them with a big old grin on my face, wanting them to never stop conversing!

Having bonded in such a manner, I should not have been surprised the next morning, after brunch, when my Master suggested that I should go put on a school uniform. But I was: suddenly this moment was upon me, and I felt flustered and nervous – and excited!
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There have been some requests recently for pictures of me spanking Maggie Mayhem on her naked bottom. Well, I promised them blithely, but it turns out that what I have are memories of spanking her naked bum, not actual images. However, I do keep my promises as best as possible, so here are a couple lovely shots of Maggie and her delicious derriere … and as soon as she gets back from her trip, I shall up-end her over my knee and get both stills and video of me spanking her naked botty! Because that really won’t be much of a hardship for either of us…!

This one is just for fun. I really miss Maggie and can’t wait until she gets back!

However … I did managed to dig out a shot of the delectable Miss Mayhem’s naked bottom, with cane being applied…!

Courtesy of Public Disgrace

I had somehow forgotten about the impromptu photo shoot that Maggie Mayhem and my Master and I did after shooting the intro for our Mayhem and Trouble video opening. Making the video had lead to us making out … and then, since spanking was very much on everyone’s mind (well, but when is it not?), it just drifted into play.

I don’t remember now what order it was in, but I think from the pictures that my Master first joined in for a scene (why would there be cane marks on my bottom in some of the shots, otherwise? It would also explain why all of our make-up has been smudged off!) and then, endorphins leaving us giggly and clingy, Maggie and I just couldn’t stop kissing, touching, and spanking each other. So my Master picked up the camera, and caught the end of our happy play. If you want the ultimate evidence of just how happy, just look at the expression on my face….

Well,
to continue with the caning … I was still quaking in my spandex after the last series of Six-O-The-Bests, but the final twelve were yet to come. This was back to the Senior cane, which would have seemed like a walk in the park after the last cane (the bamboo root one!), but there was not much real estate left on my bottom that wasn’t hot and weal-ed. So the cane strokes either came down on the already well-battered skin on my bottom, or on my thighs, which were not very marked, but which always hurt so much more!

By the end of that I was squealing and blindly trying to swim away through the air. It always amazes me that his fingers resting ever-so-lightly on my back keep me firmly in place no matter what the level of pain.

Then – my reward! Yes, if you’re thinking, “Alright, this is Zille, so she means ‘anal sex’,” you’d be right! I’ve been begging him for cruel anal sex: just using me for his own pleasure, whilst I whimper in pain (or at least varying levels of discomfort!) and I think it’s been hard for him to entirely be sanguine with it. When he fucks me, he wants me to go soaring into pleasure with him – and, mind you, I appreciate the sentiment! It is the irony of the universe that so many guys are careless lovers who “just take,” and I fantasize about that, while having a caring and involved lover, to whom my pleasure matters deeply.

Of course, if he wasn’t that person, I couldn’t trust him with the sort of play we do. How deeply ironical that it’s only because I know he is not truly like that, that I can long for him to be, and beg him to pretend to be!

But, because he does care about my satisfaction, he betook himself to use me roughly and get as much pleasure from it as possible. I know, some of you are thinking, “Oh, poor guy gets the world’s smallest violin from me!” but the fact of the matter is that when he’s fucking me and I’m screaming in pleasure, he can just let go and enjoy it 100%. When he is forcing his cock into my ass and I’m whimpering in pain, he has to pay attention to what he is doing, so he doesn’t injure me – and that is a distraction, he cannot let go 100%. (Of course, being me, I think a solution for this is that he practice a whole lot, and then it can become second nature and he won’t have to think about it anymore!)

Anyway, it was a period of wonderfulness. As he pushed into me, some inner masochist part of me sighed, “Oh, now this is pain I can really get into!” I revelled in the pain like a pig in mud, begging him sotto voce, “Please … use me … please … enjoy this fully … please … hurt me….”
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