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For the past week, my life has been eclipsed by the book I am reading — not really reading, but devouring, really! Maia, by Richard Adams, is a thick and dense fantasy novel, which seems to inspire either unmitigated praise or loathing from its readers. The ones who like it compare it to The Lord of the Rings in scope, and the ones who don’t, well, they cast it down to corresponding depths, I assure you!

I personally am loving it, although I don’t think that you should compare every well-fleshed-out fantasy novel to LOTR (and indeed, comparing these two would be serious apples and oranges), although I have by now figured out that I will happily enjoy all sorts of fantasy and science fiction novels at which lots of other people sniff down their noses — and I’m fine with that, as I just get another book to enjoy.

I can’t complain about its length, because I love long novels, since they let me enter another world and stay there for a long time. (Can you tell I do escapist reading?!) And I can’t really complain about anything else I’ve seen derided online about this book; one thing that seems to drive feminist-sorts mad is that the main character, Maia obviously, is pretty flawed. If you don’t read the story closely, you’ll think she’s sorta stupid (very little intellectual curiosity, and not much imagination) — that’s what gets the feminazis up in arms. But since I know at least a couple people who demonstrate exactly the same flaws as Maia, it just makes it all very real and believable to me (and at least she is still a likeable character, unlike Harry Potter, who towards the end of that series I just wanted to smack so he’d stop whinging!) And, what is really great is that Maia grows and changes through the book, learning from her experiences — and that’s really cool to see in a fantasy story. Anyway, I thought having a flawed hero was actually a mark of better writing than having a perfect, one-dimensional character? But what I do I know?

Well, I do know one thing: Richard Adams is a right old pervert! As far as I can tell, he has only written this story so that he’ll have an excuse to think up all sorts of scenarios for slave girls to get caught in shocking situations, with varying amounts of sex and perversion. Most of the main characters are either seriously into BDSM (and “safe, sane, and consensual” don’t enter into it!) or are simply generally very horny people who want to, and do, have sex all the time.

Take poor Maia, f’r'instance. She starts simply as an innocent 15 year old (the very start of the first chapter spends pages lavishing a description of her naked young body) who happily starts fucking her step-father. Yes, really. Unsurprisingly, her mother doesn’t take too well to this, and so she calls in the slave-traders to take Maia away. How could this story really become more than a sexy romp of a novel, I ask you?! Kushiel’s Dart, so infamous as a BDSM erotic novel, has less kinky sex in it!

The best parts, for me, are the spanking-related ones. Maia, after some adventures, gets bought by the obscenely dissolute Sencho. Once in his household, the real fun begins:

The punishment referred to by Terebinthia and Occula as ‘whipping’ was in actuality or never inflicted with a whip, for the bodies of the slave girls of the quality owned by the High Counsellor were far too valuable to be scarred or lacerated. Terebinthia’s normal practice — of which he, as a connoisseur, approved, finding it as enjoyable as whipping, was to administer a sound smacking on the rump with a broad strip of leather about twenty inches long, and perhaps an eighth of an inch thick. As an amusing adjunct to this spectacle, Sencho, whose natural pruriency delighted above all in seeing women indecently degraded, had himself designed and had made a special block for the culprit. This consisted of a life-sized figure, carved in black wood, of a naked grinning savage reclining on its back, the two hands cupped in front of the face to form a kind of perch or saddle. The girl to be punished, having been stripped, was compelled to crouch astride this figure, facing its feet, her buttocks elevated and her groin supported on its hands. In this position, and effectively gagged — for the figure was realistically complete in its semblance of carnal arousal — she presented a charming and elegant spectacle of humiliation which never failed to afford Sencho keenest enjoyment.
During the smacking of Meris, which Terebinthia, herself stripped to the waist for greater freedom, carried out with brisk and pleasing vigour, the High Counsellor, his couch placed close beside the girl, lay watching in blissful silence. From time to time, signing to Terebinthia to pause, he would stretch out a fat arm to caress Meris’s thighs, himself trembling with frissons of delicate, cultured pleasure….
Her own reactions to the whipping had been startlingly unexpected … so Maia, whether she would or no, was swept away by a surging headlong exhilaration. Ah! Ah! Meris shuddering, Meris writhing, Sencho panting, Meris uncontrollably pissing in the black man’s face ha ha….

It was through this inspired scene that I found the novel, as it impressed someone on Amazon enough to include it in the Spanking In Literature List. But it has even more spanking and corporal punishment … Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve had too much happening too fast over the holidays to get caught up, but now things have slowed down a wee bit, so I will try….

This post is called “My first punishment of the new year,” but it really starts with the last scene of the old year, because I never got to write about that before the Christmas chaos took everything over.

It was the day before my Master and I were going to my parent’s house for the holidays. I had hoped we would play, because not only would finding the time for play while we were there be improbable, there was also the fact that having kinky sex with your parents downstairs is not really an optimal situation. I did it when I lived at home, because otherwise kinky (or any other) sex wasn’t going to happen at all – but I didn’t particularly relish the concerns with getting caught, or just the fact that my parents were in the same building at the time. I much prefer having sex or any kinky play when they are on the other side of the country….

Unfortunately, the day dawned with me feeling pretty sick. I decided not to mention the matter, because if my Master knows that I am sick, he goes into Daddy-caring-for-poor-little-girl mode, which is lovely but does not lead to hot sex.

We went through the day, me finishing the packing and doing last minute things. I don’t even remember how we got into the bedroom, with a scene about to happen, but I do remember telling my sickness to go away, this was not the time for it, as I got into a pair of punishment shorts.

My Master had requested my bad girl side, but he got more than he asked for, because it seems I’d had a lot of bottled up frustration and anger inside me. I can keep it shoved down when I’m being a good girl, but when I’m allowed to be a bad girl, there doesn’t seem much point in stoically suppressing my emotions, when I could have a good tantrum.

And thus I did! Damn, but I was horrible! I think my Master was secretly a little delighted with it all, because I’m always such a good girl, but the bad girls are the ones who get spanking stories written about them! Anyway, he gave as good as he got – my ass was as weal-ed and bruised as it has ever been. I got into that headspace where I could just keep taking it and taking it, no matter how painful the cane or tawse strokes were – and I just kept talking back to him, daring him to beat me harder with every word and look. He wanted to get me to submit to him, by kissing the tawse he was beating me with, but I was feeling so naughty and wilful that at one point, when he held it out for a kiss after a dozen or so hard strokes, I actually bit it! That tawse may still have my teeth marks in it!

In the end he had to stop to avoid damaging me, and I was grimly satisfied that I hadn’t cried, “Uncle!” (Although since I literally couldn’t sit down for the rest of the night, one can barely say that I “won!”)

After that, I could finally be fucked! And, wonderfully, he took me in the ass! I honestly don’t remember if it hurt or not – I was pretty high on endorphins by that time. A cool thing was that he had me lie on my back, bum at the edge of the bed and legs bent back against me, and took me in the ass that way, which I think was the first time for that position. We had been looking at pictures from the hardcore schoolgirl shoot together, and it was not actually the pictures from the shoot, but the background image in the gallery that had really got us both going! I was so turned on that I’m sure I was making faces like the girl on that page!

All of which is to say that it was a very intense scene! But what was of most interest to us both was that I could and did take a lot of pain whilst not feeling over-well. I told him after the scene that I had been feeling poorly before-hand, and we were both quite pleased that we may not have to put off scenes just because I have a headache or a tummy ache in the future. Since those are some of the main reasons we don’t get to play as often as we’d like, this is very good news!

And I think I am going to be punished a lot this year. Read the rest of this entry »

So I need to renew my driver’s license, and for reasons too boring to go into here, I need to take the written exam. I’ve needed to do this for quite some time, but have been putting it off, and off, and off. Now, next month, my current license will expire, so I have to actually go do this thing.

My Master and I have worked out a way to make studying the DMV handbook more fun – for both of us.

The set up goes like this: my Master puts me over the convertible step-stool, i.e., the Chair of Doom. Then he asks me questions from the sample tests the DMV provides. When I get an answer wrong, I get a certain number of strokes from the cane (which he sets before we start, although he seems to feel completely guiltless about changing that number whenever suits him!)

I’ve been fantasizing about this for the last few weeks. (And, to be honest, not studying overly much. That DMV handbook is written in such a way as to make your mind wander within a page, I swear!) Last Sunday we had our first study session.

My Master was in a spandex mood (and, it seems, having some ‘80s nostalgia!), and so had me in spandex short shorts and a thong leotard. I must say that I find such outfits really quite humiliating. I think most short shorts make my thighs look fat, and a thong leo is simply embarrassing to wear at the best of times. But he loves it – I mean it really turns him on! So I just try not to look in any mirrors, and let his eyes be my mirror, so I can feel as sexy as he sees me. It’s generally not easy at first, but gets easier as the scene progresses and his lust is obvious and continuing….

Once the outfit was on, he couldn’t wait to get started. I, on the other hand, was not in a great headspace. It was my first day of my “period week” in my menstrual cycle, and PMS was still in full swing. When he said it was time for the scene, I responded with alacrity, because I’ve found that if I have to beg out of a scene, I regret it for months later, every day that scenes don’t happen and I find myself thinking wistfully back to that scene that could have been. So I pretty much have to be bleeding from the eyeballs these days for me to even consider asking for a reprieve, and I certainly wasn’t going to give up a good scene opportunity just because I felt cranky and slow and tired. I even put on the thong with good grace!

But as the scene was getting started, a wave of self-pity rolled over me. My pain tolerance was at it’s lowest; why did we always have to do a scene on the first day of my period? I didn’t really want to be in pain, anyway. And other whinging, which I happily kept entirely internal.

My Master I don’t think noticed my inner turmoil – he was too busy enjoying the view of my spandex-clad bottom. He was so excited that he couldn’t keep his hands off: he suddenly changed plans, put the chair back into its chair shape, and put me over his knee for a warm-up spanking. (This did leave me a bit bemused, because he’s normally completely uninterested in a warm-up!)

He started in on the spanking, and I tried to get myself in headspace. He moved up the intensity scale pretty quickly, and my self-pity increased accordingly. Finally I burst out crying, more from the unfairness of it all than from actual pain. He lifted me off his lap, and started setting the chair up for the study session. He decided on using a tawse, first.

I got my first question wrong, and he thwacked my bottom a few times. I got the next one right, and then the next one wrong. And somewhere along the line, my self-pity and stupid headspace vanished, and the scene was just good and fun and sexy and hot.
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There are so many good shots from this gallery from Her First Punishment that I couldn’t choose just one or two!

The combination of corporal punishment and exercise is so terrible and humiliating … that it makes for supremely hot fantasies! I mean, when you are running around or doing push-ups, you are vulnerable (esp. because the coach is somehow never out of breath, and you always are!) — and then you add to that the wearing of some humiliating pys ed outfit — or worse, you are stuck running around naked! It doesn’t get much more vulnerable and humiliating than that! And then to add to it the application of the tawse (see below) or the plimsoll or even a cane — and suddenly you are out of breath, stuck doing some activity where you can’t defend yourself or hang on to any shred of dignity, humiliated, and in pain!

It doesn’t get much more intense than that! There might be other ways to get to that end point — but if you are staying within the schoolgirl fantasy, this is pretty much the best means to that end! Don’t believe me? See for yourself… (click on images to go to the gallery)

I love this punishment set by Girls Boarding School.

Why does it hurt so much worse on wet skin?

She even has those dimples over her bum that are so sexy!