Posts Tagged ‘spanking/slippering’
Spanking for punishment, and the dubious superiority of DD over BDSM
February 6th, 2009 | Author: Zille
I think I’m going to take a page from kaya’s book and use FetLife conversations to A.) fill in for a proper blog post [sticks out tongue at kaya] and B.) get some conversation happening. Although my topic is not going to be so controversial as kaya’s is. Man, that gal knows how to find all the heated debates and then say the most un-P.C. things. It’s a serious skill! 
So, anyway, recently on FetLife, in the group, “A Sound Spanking,” this question was posted:
spanked for punishment…why can’t doms see that…
….this is and can still be an effective way to chastise?
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Scarlett Fay: spanking and sex and black leather gloves
February 5th, 2009 | Author: Zille
I found her! There gal who stars in the “Fabulous schoolgirl spanking dialogue” video clip from YouTube is Scarlett Fay. That video can be bought at Fresh Outta High School. I have just the world’s hugest crush on her. Oh, those big dark mischievous eyes!
The fascinating thing is that, unlike many spanking sites, this one is sexually explicit. See what I mean…?
Now the fact of the matter is that this not a spanking site the way, say Girls Boarding School is, but the fact of the matter is that they do have both spankings and sex, and every spanko I’ve shown the video to has been utterly charmed.
So, for people like me, who like sex with spanking, who like to see schoolgirls get bent over the teacher’s desk and given a good caning and then a good rogering (and don’t tell me that’s not realistic, because there are a number of teachers I’d have happily taken both from when I was but a wee school-lass, and how did it become such an erotic trope if people didn’t get up to it in the first place?!) then this looks like a good site to try out. I know I’ll be getting Scarlett’s video — oh yes! — and I’ll be looking around to see what else is there!
Continuing on with Scarlett, there are hints she is a pervert herself, not just playing one on TV. Here’s a quote from an interview with Scarlett, which made my perv-o-meter start pinging…
“Ever since watching 50 cent’s video for ‘Ayo Technology’, I’ve had a thing for guys dressed in all black, wearing black gloves, completely taking over my body and having their way with me. It’s very odd, but even now when I see the video or hear the song I get completely turned on. Think I’m crazy? Check out the video. Half naked girls, guys dressed as hit men, it’s very seductive and still one of my favorite songs to listen to. Especially on my way to work.”
Which reminds me. My Master hasn’t given me a spanking whilst wearing black leather gloves in way, way too long! Maybe for Valentine’s day…?
Sunday’s scene summary & uniform review
January 27th, 2009 | Author: Zille
Well, Sunday evening’s scene (the picture went up yesturday) was intense! Some other synonyms of that word work well: strong, powerful, forceful, deep, passionate, severe, etc.
It started with the School Uniform Review that my Master had requested some time back, and we both finally had the right amount of time and energy to devote to it.
From memory, I have:
- Three jumpers/pinafores: blue, green, grey. These fit well.
- Skirts in blue, green, grey, and black in varying lengths and styles (from gym skirts to more formal ones) – all have problems that my waist-to-hip ratio is greater than they seem to expect a “schoolgirl’s” to be, which is silly because I am pretty sure I’ve been this size/shape since I was about 16/17. We bought them to fit my waist, which they do, but they’re too tight around the hips. We’ve decided a number of them need to be replaced with the size larger and cut down to fit me. (I’ll be agitating on making all of them shorter, too, but my Master is a pure pervert and likes the longer lengths for reality’s sake or something nasty like that!)
- Blazers in blue, green, grey, and black, the first three have a loose fit; the last has a tailored fit.
- Sweaters in blue, green, grey, and black.
- White shirts in long sleeve and short sleeve. I prefer the fitted ones from Bhs, and would love to replace the old baggy ones from John Lewis!
- Knickers in blue, green, grey, white, maroon, and some cutesy patterned little girl ones. Both cotton and those nasty nylon ones he adores so. 90% in the “high waist, modest leg” fit that I think looks about as sexy as a dead squirrel, and he just adores. It’s the main source of humiliation in my life, and he is really quite unsubtle about enjoying it.
- “Punishment shorts” in blue, green, black, and white, varying from “short shorts,” to knee length. Varying mix of cotton/spandex, or that is, matte/shine.
- Ties and those cute little cross ties that snap on, in varying colours and solids/stripes.
- Socks in white, green, and blue, varying lengths. Tights in blue, green, black and white. Some white and black stockings and matching garter belts, for the older schoolgirl.
Is there any doubt left in anyone’s mind that we are perverts? Thorough perverts and thoroughly perverted!
After much trying on and taking off and trying on again, I ended up in (only) a pair of blue cotton knickers and white over-the-knee socks, over his knee for a spanking. Spanking progresses from “brisk” to “hold on for the ride!” and then he pronounces that the panties are “too loose.” He likes them so tight that my skin bulges out from the elastic. ICK! Someone explain to me how or why that is sexy!
So, on with a tighter pair of knickers. Which we have. Don’t ask how many pairs of knickers there are. He of course needs to start the spanking over again, obviously.
He then tells me that I’ve been a good girl, so I may suggest the next implement he’ll use on me. If he likes the suggestion he’ll go with it. I put forward the slipper and then the belt (because I’m a masochist like that!).
The slipper and the belt are a study in opposites. The slipper looks innocuous, and by all lights it should be just an extension of a spanking. But those slippers are evil, stingy things, and I can’t help but bounce around when he thwacks me with them. He put first one of my legs under his own, then he had to put both underneath, because I was flailing around like a drowning person – as indeed I was: a girl drowning in pain! However, for all the horrible pain they produce, I don’t think the slipper does much actual damage to my bot.
The belt, on the other hand, I just adore. He can bring his arm back all the way for maximum force, and when the belt hits, I always hear the WHUMP! sound it makes and wince, but then as the sensation spreads through me, I think, “Well that’s not so bad at all! Yummm, that’s going right to the pussy, that is!” The noises I make are indicative of this: I make almost growly cries as the belt hits, which I maintain are just the wave of kinetic energy passing from my bottom through my body, which turn into moans of pleasure as my mind processes the pain, and then perhaps a certain amount of aroused hip-movement, but nothing like the frantic wriggling of the slipper. But, looking at my bottom, and feeling how it feels today, I can say with some surety that the belt does some damage to my flesh.
The worst thing about when your Master lets you choose is that you invariably pick something just as horrible, or worse, than he would pick for you! Once, in one of our earliest scenes, the bastard my Master put the whole selection of “toys,” he’d brought with him in front of me, and had me pick three. I didn’t know enough about them to make informed choices, and I also didn’t want to be seen picking the lightest implements, but didn’t want to get the evilest ones, either! He watched with a smirk as I made my fateful choices, and then, after I’d tentatively set three aside, he said, “Oh, really, those are the ones you want?”
“Um, uhhh, did I choose the worst?” I quavered.
“Well, they’re not what I’d have chosen!” he replied, leaving me as much in the dark but infinitely more terrified, and proceeded to use all of them mercilessly on me.
I’d had the slipper over his knee at the edge of the bed, and then he had me lay flat on the bed for the belt (so he could get the best swinging force for the target, I’m sure), and then, that done with, he told me to lay over the edge of the bed on my own, and got down a cane.
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Kinky quotes, Zille at a bondage show
December 21st, 2008 | Author: Zille
There’s a few unrelated things I’m tossing together in this post…
First, an amusing quote from Abel & Haron:
I love that there was a statue with such specialised miracle powers. ‘The statue is not amused! Thrash them harder!’
Next, an amusing bit of Lolkat-ese from kaya:
Domming. He’s doing it wrong!
Finally, here’s some pictures from Friday night. My Master and I went out to a combination art show and bondage performance. I’m sitting in the background in a number of these pictures, and in all of them, I manage not to be looking at the performance (and I look bored out of my mind, as well!) Really, it was a lovely and unique performance (the rigger suspended the model — and they were BOTH wearing blindfolds!) and I had a great time seeing Lochai , Miss Maggie Mayhem, Thomas Roche, and a number of other cool friends — just perfect to see friends and have a little taste of the local kink scene before going home and dealing with family!
Oh! And since I’m actually posting on a Sunday (my Master is lost to the world, working on the new server he’s building), I get to join in with the My Bottom Smarts Spanko Brunch #153. The question today is:
Have you any special spanking-related plans or wishes for this holiday season? Are there any noteworthy gifts or events in your plans? If not, what would you like to be getting or doing?
Well, we will be stuck at my parent’s house for Christmas, so any spankings that occur will have to be done very quietly – and I’m not generally known for being quiet, so if he does spank me, he has to gruffly order me not to make any noise – and I have to beg to stuff my face in a pillow!
This year there are no directly-related spanking gifts – when we have those, we open them at home before we leave (and of course, try them out!)
One of the best I’ve ever given him was a Weighted Bookmark
But, happily, we will be home in time for New Years, and my perfect way to celebrate it would be for us to drink a lot of champagne (several bottles of our favorite brand have already been laid in!) and have sex and spankings all night long – how better to ring in the New Year?!
Spanked at sweet sixteen, kissed at sweeter seventeen… (A Summer Miracle — Episode 3)
November 3rd, 2008 | Author: Paul1510
The incident with the horse and the spanking taught me that I needed to be much more careful. It became more and more difficult to avoid being alone with Mel, it started to feel like a rather macabre dance. Mel’s parents certainly noticed; I overheard Mel’s mum telling her to give me a little space.
University kept me busy and out of reach of Mel; I told her that I would move if she continued to come into the garage. She ceased doing that – she wasn’t a bad girl; it was just a difficult time for both of us.
But it wasn’t all hard: we went to the pictures, and on bike rides, and, as the other children got bigger, a little pony trekking.
Her brother and sister acted all unconsciously as wonderful chaperones, although Mel knew exactly what I was doing and didn’t like it. Mel was nearly sixteen and hot to trot, her body was making demands that her mind and emotions couldn’t really cope with.
When I looked at Mel, my body was also making demands! By this time Mel was fully physically developed as a female, and she had all the wiles of Eve. There were times when it was necessary for me to do the necessary four or five times a day.
A troubling habit she developed when swimming with me and the family, and no-one was looking, was that she would let a breast pop out of the top of her suit; she was often rewarded with a couple of hard swats on her suit bottom! But I soon realised that it was indeed a reward and instead ignored her. Once I spotted her coming out of her mum’s sowing room; she looked upset, she disappeared upstairs … and after that she never flashed me again. She told me after we were married that she had flashed me, and I hadn’t noticed, but her mum had! Mum never spanked, but the telling off she received was worse than a spanking for a nearly-sixteen year old!
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