Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Continuing with some pictures from my uniform punishment video at Northern Spanking Institute. I’d write about it, but I think you lot would rather just get to the good stuff. (If I’m wrong, and there’s something you’d like to know about the experience, just leave a comment and I’ll reply.)

You should all feel as sorry for me as I do for myself!

Pulling on the dreaded blue knicks over a well tawsed bot!

I’m delightedly playing “sullen and petulant teen”. Stephen Lewis not at his best angle, perhaps….

Me showing my fear of The Most Hated Man on the Internet (TM).

Want the link to go watch the video, but don’t want to bother scrolling up? Here you go!

The video I’ve been most excited to see from my shoot with Northern Spanking Institute has finally gone live! Titled “School Dreams” (I had suggested “Zille’s Uniform Nightmare,” “Beaten Into Dress Code Compliance,” or “Don’t Make Me Wear Those Vile Gym Knickers!” but The Powers That Be preferred short and sweet).

I’ve already written about the experience here. So, here are two pictures to get you started — now go sign up and watch the video already — it’s far awesomer than even the excellent stills can demonstrate!

Okay, okay — I have acceded to your demands (and even threats – for shame, Fyre!) and gotten the next part of the adventures up for your delectation….

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But as the whacks resound from the bottom of the imp in the other room, it reminds me of the whacks my bottom received from HH. Once over his lap, his hand started raining down hard – HARD – on my bottom. I was gasping and squirming in no time.

And then … he informed me my knickers would have to come down. And darned if I don’t feel embarrassed and anxious, as if I hadn’t been making porn for years and you can’t google for pictures of my pink bits on the web! Anyway, my unexpectedly delicate sensibilities were not of concern to either Mr. Defeu or HH, so down my knickers came, me blushing madly (although OTK, with your head down, it’s hard to tell if you’re embarrassed or it’s just all the blood rushing to your head!)

The spanking then proceeded, and kept up for a while. It was one of those periods in time when you need it to be over because the pain is pushing you right to the edge, but at the same time you never want it to end. I continued gasping and squirming.

But it was nothing like the squirming I’d be doing once HH started to apply his infamous hairbrush to my bottom. Yikes, that stung! I think at that point he had to grab my arm, because there was no holding still while those smacks rained down on me!

Then, HH picked me up, and told me to go over to Mr. Defeu and restate to him what I’d done wrong, and that I’d learned my lesson. It was really well done, because if I was overwhelmed, I could have just apologized and things could be concluded. But I was soooo not ready for things to be over, so I put on my brat-hat and earned myself some more CP, this time in the form of the tawse. And, since I’d upped the ante with my bratting, he upped the ante from his end (that would be, onto my rear end!) by putting me in a very compromising position: knees on an ottoman, with my hands on the ground … and my bottom very much up in the air, with all my tender bits really exposed. “This is going to huuuuurt…” I thought as he picked up the tawse and started in on me. And I was right! That strip of leather wrecked havoc all over my bottom and the tops of my thighs. I was doing breathing exercises (yes, yelping is a part of breathing exercises!) and just holding on for the ride.

Again, HH gave me a chance for contrition, and the CP to be over. But I still didn’t want this wonderful time to be over – I was high on adrenalin and thus continued in my recalcitrant ways. So it was time for the cane (the man travels well-prepared for any contingency!) I was then on the sofa on my hands and knees, another “not particularly favourite” position (as in, I can’t just let the side of the furniture hold me up!) and I knew I was in for it.
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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