Posts Tagged ‘schoolgirl’
Well, this is supposed to be the third Shadowlane post – I know, I know! But the third post (mostly written) was overtaken by events – in this case, a whole bunch of work which had to be done, and then, what we in San Francisco refer to as “Leather Week” (the week that ends with the Folsom Street Fair on Sunday, filled with lectures, classes, parties, readings, munches, and other events) and of course, “The High Holy Day of Kink” itself.
You might say to yourself, “If Zille is as much out-of-the-dungeon-and-into-the-schoolroom as she claims, why does she keep going to these BDSM events?” It’s a fair question.
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Last night I had a really hot dream that I just have to share with you lot!
It took place where Mr Defeu works (or, rather, a slightly weird dream version thereof) and I had come into work with him that day.
There was a hot new girl working there. My sleeping brain combined things that it knew Mr Defeu and I are “into”, so the girl had long curly hair (for me!) and was wearing white jodhpurs (for him) and a green velvet blazer (for both of us – who doesn’t find a green velvet blazer hot?!) and the minute I saw her I thought Mr Defeu needed to see her, too!
She was flirting heavily with me, and asked her to wait and I went to get Mr Defeu. As we were coming back to her office (although it was more like a cubicle!) I was excitedly telling him all about her.
When we got there, he liked what he saw, and ordered us both to bend over the desk to be spanked. I didn’t think that was such a great idea, seeing as how we were in the workplace, but she bent over eagerly and I was not NOT going to join in the excitement.
Mr Defeu slapped her bottom – HARD! – and then slapped mine (equally hard!), then hers again, etc.
Sadly this bit of the dream did not go on for as long as I would have liked before the boss came running over, fired Mr Defeu and the new girl, and we were all escorted off the premises! But she seemed very happy to come with us….
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As many of you are probably aware, Dan Savage does a wonderful sex advice column. This week’s topic was right up our alley (us pervs who live up Kinky Alley, that is!) but it all comes about because vanilla people can get easily confused about those things which we spend all our time thinking!
I’m stumped, Dan. In the novel Fifty Shades of Grey, which has been the subject of much discussion due to its controversial subject matter (a young woman gets involved in a BDSM relationship), the term “canning” is used numerous times. Despite my best efforts, I cannot find a definition for this practice. Who else can I turn to but you?
Confused And Naive, New Era Definition
It’s not canning (“a method of preserving food in which the food contents are processed and sealed in an airtight container”), it’s caning (“a form of corporal punishment consisting of a number of hits with a single cane usually made of rattan”).
I don’t know if the author of Fifty Shades of Grey dropped that extra “n” in there, CANNED, or if you did. But here’s hoping that millions of women all over the world aren’t fantasizing about having themselves canned by kinky billionaires. A person can survive—a person can even enjoy—a good thrashing. But being sealed in an airtight container? Not so much.
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Last night I had a really sexy dream about the professor who I had a serious crush upon at university.
I was visiting – let’s call him Professor Sonnel – as I have actually a couple times since graduation. But in this dream, the sexual tension that was between us whilst I was his student was back, and multiplied manifold.
(True story: He took me out for coffee many times. This grew into going out for sushi, which occured a number of times. The very last time, he drove me back to my apartment, and went to kiss me on my check, as he had become wont to do, in a casual European manner – but which of course he did not do with every student, and which always thrilled me to the core. I turned my head at just the right moment, and we shared a kiss on the lips. I really can’t tell you how long it lasted – it is in my memory as being a long, intense kiss but also far too short – but I’ve always felt it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that there more there than just my schoolgirl crush on him – that the attraction was reciprocated … even if his having a wife and daughter meant that neither he nor I would ever take it further than just walking on the razor’s edge of lust and longing.)
But, this was a dream, and so more could happen! He met me, and said something very flirty in greeting. In real life, back in university, I would have blushed and stuttered at this, but in the dream I confidently drawled out a sexy comeback.
He was leading me back to his office, and outside the door, he said “I’m glad you feel like you can respond like that, now….” We went inside and he closed the door, and turning, said to me, “But I prefer to be in control.” He was looking intently into my face. “Do you understand?”
And, I most certainly did, and I sank to my knees in front of him.
“Yes, like that,” he said. Me being the eager sort, I was already thinking about giving him a blowjob, but he hauled me up, and shoved me up against a bookshelf. (Which is just hot, generally, but in this circumstance was mind-blowingly hot!) I can’t now remember how it was phrased, but at this point he basically asked me what he could do to me.
“I give my consent for you to do anything you want to me”, I said, which is not always a smart thing to say, but this was a dream, so it was all going to work out fine. If perhaps painfully, on my end! (As it were….)
And then, most unhappily, I woke up!
Seven sorority members from the University of Maryland have been charged with assault for a violent hazing incident in which they choked and paddled a pledge. And their crimes may be part of a national pattern.
BlackAmericaWeb reports that the Zeta Phi Beta women face charges of assault and hazing for repeatedly choking and paddling a pledge, and pushing her against a wall. At least one of the women charged denies involvement — her lawyer says, “The idea of hazing is abhorrent to her.” And a Zeta Phi Beta spokesperson says, “Hazing of any kind is strictly prohibited and is inconsistent with the principles of the sorority.”
But hazing — and paddling — remain incredibly common. In 2010, a Rutgers pledge was hospitalized due to paddling injuries — at the time, a senior said, “All the fraternities and sororities use paddles here. It is really nothing new at all.” And a 2007 report cited the disturbing case of a sophomore at the University of Maryland-Eastern Shore who needed surgery because repeated paddling damaged his blood vessels and gave him gangrene. University and Greek system officials seem willing to pay lip service to anti-hazing policies, but it’s clear that violent practices continue. And when people are getting butt gangrene, it’s time to take some real action.
Readers of this blog will know that I hate the paddle, and that it is the only implement in our household which is reserved solely for real punishment. I’ve never heard of “butt gangrene” happening in the BDSM or spanko communities, but I can totally see how it could happen, if people don’t actually take care of the damage that is inflicted. People always talk about the cane being the “nastiest” implement, but I’d like to nominate the paddle!