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When I moved in with my Master, I found he had a treasure-trove of corporal punishment literature. There was one book he had me read early on in the relationship that really made an impression on me.

The Female Disciplinary Manual: A Complete Encyclopaedia of the Correction of the Fair Sex is just what its name suggests: a complete guide to the correction and chastisement of young ladies. Nearly a hundred sections deal with every variety of punishment.

The art of spanking is taught in loving detail; the use of the cane expounded to a depth never before attempted in print. The intricacies of the strap are laid before the reader in all their charm and severity.

The division on non-corporal punishment is subtler but perhaps even more powerful than that on physical chastisement. The refinements of disciplinary suffering that lie in expertly administered detentions and impositions will be a revelation to most readers.

The book is written by ladies who have long practical experience of the disciplinary arts. What Mrs. Beeton did for household management,they have done for the gentle craft of punishment.

Every paragraph is alive with a sensual aestheticism — with the tingling sensibility of feminine discipline at its most elegantly severe.

The introduction to the book, despite its fantasy setting, is a seminal essay on the philosophy of discipline which shows that the authoresses of the book mean what they say very seriously. Far from regarding themselves as part of the “perverted” sado-masochist fringe, they feel that genuine discipline is the only way forward for a decaying civilisation.

A fascinating afterword tells how the book came into being; originally written as a series of occasional papers writen by disciplinariennes within an all-female disciplinary society for private circulation to other members who wished to learn about such things as administering a sound, never-to-be-forgotten caning or setting a truly tear-inducingly tedious and frustrating imposition for the benefit of the young ladies in their charge.

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One of my favorite sections of this book is the one on spanking. (My Master’s favorite is the section on caning! We can perhaps tell some important things about the differences between my Master and me from this!)

Spanking is a highly sensitive and variable punishment. It stands virtually at the antipose from caning, in which a set and limited number of strokes are administered, each one to be of maximum value. A spanking is very rarely limited as to the number of strokes. It is a long punishment, the longest of corporal punishments, and each stroke may be shaped by the instinct of the moment. There are brisk, hard spankings with stinging leather sole; slow heavy spankings with a large hairbrush: there are long, mild spankings and short ferocious ones and interminable, severe ones which pass from tears to silent suffering to tears again….
A spanking is, in many ways, something like a conversation or even a song. A long, wordless but intense and passionate communication takes place.”

Yes, please! That’s how I’d prefer to communicate! Just to be taken over my Master’s lap, and be told everything he needs me to know by the intensity of the blows; from his hand, the slipper, the strap, the tawse, even the short cane!

(You can buy The Female Disciplinary Manual: A Complete Encyclopaedia of the Correction of the Fair Sex in hardcover, or Amazon has some even less expensive options as well!)

I’m really loving this shot of the tawse applied to an already spanked and caned — very red bottom, from Girl’s Boarding School.

I know how much that would hurt! But it still gets me excited for this upcoming long weekend…!

Pixiepie’s Master responded to an unintentional challenge from Pixie in her blog today. It was so hot — it doesn’t matter if you are into what he was writing about (nails and razors and real brutality) because what was the most hot was simply being allowed to go with him on the journey to his darkest desires. And the final paragraph darn near made me melt, so I can’t imagine what it did for Pixie!

I’ve had a lot of fantasies about my Master really delving in to his dark side. Actually, these days, most of my fantasies are about that. I want him to tie me down on the bed or chair, and then put the penis gag and spandex hood on me (to muffle my screams as much as possible) and then just let go … let his sadist side loose.

I know how much he holds himself in control. And he is so careful with me … he can hurt me a lot, he can cause some serious bruising on my bottom and thighs … but he still has to hold himself back, he’s never able to just do whatever he wants.

But in my fantasies (and hopefully someday in real life!) he just immobilizes me, and gets to use my body as whim and fancy take him. My fantasies include a number of things, like the tawse being used on me over and over and over, with no time for recovery, just me drowning in a sea of pure pain.

In my own head, I really am quite cruel to myself! One idea I’ve had was that, when bent over the chair, he puts the clover clamps on me, running the chain through a rung between the chair legs. Then, whenever I jerk up from the pain of the beating, the clamps will tighten that much more, punishing me for moving out of position.

(They say that masochists make the cruelest sadists. I can totally see that! I wouldn’t want me to top me, that’s for sure!)

As I masturbate, thinking about these things, I throw in random details of his cruelty to me. Maybe warm me up, literally, with ginger up my bottom, and then start the beating? Or perhaps fucking my pussy or ass until it’s sore, and after he’s come and I think the pain is over, he grabs a large dildo and starts slamming it into me (the only lube being his come inside me!), while I cry and try to beg him to stop through the gag.

Or maybe he would use one of the toys I despise. The heavy black cane, perhaps, or other toys I’d generally prefer that he forget he owns! Maybe he would get out that toy, one of the ones that I’m at my pain-limit after about three strokes, and beat me until his arm is too tired to go on.

And he talks to me, in my fantasies, as he does this. He tells me I am helpless, that he is going to hurt me terribly and there is nothing I can do but scream. That he is going to use my body however he wants, and that my screams and sobs will only be the icing on the cake.

It always ends in anal sex, of course, because what else can make me feel so helpless and and reduced to being a thing-that-is-used so fast. Unless of course he has something painful in my bottom, in which case he’ll fuck me … slow if it’s ginger, so that the pleasure won’t overwhelm the pain, or fast if it’s some huge butt-plug so that it is also slammed painfully deeper into me at the same time as his cock.

You know … all of these thoughts has me pretty worked up! I think I’m going to spend some quality time with Mr. Buzzy….

Our weekend in the mountains was mostly a success. Firstly, we loved the cabin, and will be going back there — we’ll call it our “secret mountain hideaway,” in honour of a friend of ours who uses such terms on a regular basis. And the plan is to shoot more porn there — it’s perfect!
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The stats for my blog are of constant fascination to me, especially the search engine terms. Some people come by just looking for “spanking” — which is all well and good! A strangely large number of people search for “zille defeu” every day — am I that popular, or are my friends just so lazy they can’t be bothered to favorite my blog?

And then there are the very specific search terms. Yesturday, someone came by looking for, “tawse, cane, grey school shorts” — a person who knows what they want! When I see stuff like that, I wonder so much about the person who typed those words into the search engine. What, exactly, did they have in mind: a specific memory they try to find echoing glimpses of online, a porn movie they once saw, something they read about in another blog or story archive site? When they got here, did they find what they were looking for? (I have plenty of tawse and cane stuff, but I don’t think I have any grey school shorts on display — although I do now have a pair of grey sock garters that I am very excited about!)

It always makes me sad to think they came by my site and didn’t find something they could enjoy (in whatever capacity.) It makes me want to write erotica or do photoshoots just for that one person, out there, who knows so very well just what they want to see, but cannot find anything to satisfy that need.

How did you find my site? If you come back often, why?

If this is your first time here, did you find what you were looking for? If not, what were you looking for, that will now send you wandering along back out into cyberspace…?