"Whatever tickles your fancy"

Penny D shared the link to this fantastic, and miraculously worksafe, Coco de Mer advert:



It should be fairly obvious which two mini-scenes are my favourite, and I think they are both lovely, positive introductions to spanking. (Inevitable that the spankee would be female and the spanker male, I suppose, but I suspect if they'd swapped the genders they'd have found it harder to avoid crassness.)

I'm afraid I don't get the point of the lady sunbathing on the rooftop, though. What's that about?

Repentance

There's a new photoset going up at Northern Spanking at the moment which was taken on that rainy Blushes-style shoot I did with them the December before last. Now, too, I'm on the south coast buffeted by wind and rain, although these summer thunderstorms are rather more muggy and the landscape of my new town is a little less bleak.



The set is called "Repentance" and features one of my favourite scenarios - understated, formal, erotic and consensual D/s. I love the tension inherent in this kind of scene, the unspoken but nonetheless overt sexuality. Punishment isn't so much a part of my private play, but otherwise something about this scene feels very familiar. I enjoy light-hearted play as well, but this kind of solemn, ritualistic D/s is something I've always found intensely appealing. It's rare I get to enact it on a shoot, and I'm grateful to Northern for the opportunity.







Here's the first two paragraphs of the write-up from Northern's website (which I can't take credit for, although thankyou very much for the implied compliment to those who asked!):

She is awfully, terribly sorry and he knows it. He knows it when he finds her sitting nervously in the bedroom they do not share but in which she is punished. She is punished often but this time she has really let him down badly. This is why she has prepared herself so well, a pretty dress, silky panties that he will adore and the required stockings of course.

Also required is the cane. It sits beside her on the bed where she has placed it. Soon it will be thrashing her and she will deserve and relish the bite of every single stroke he gives her. She will probably beg for more through her anguished sobbing, she usually does.

peeking through the bedroom door

I had good reason to be smug on Friday. A lunch date with my elusive, long-distance friends Zille de Feu and Malc turned into several hours of happy socialising, and watching an extremely hot shoot in which Zille was spanked by elegant disciplinarian Olivia Manners. "I was just meant to be having lunch with Zille," I told Adele on Twitter; "turns out dessert is free porn."

Tom and I had hoped to spend a few days with Zille and Malc on this trip, to make up for not having enough health or time to socialise properly with them on our first meeting last December. As ever, real life had its way: Tom couldn't get away from the management of his new business, Zille and Malc's schedule was crammed full of shoots and family commitments, and I had to content myself with a flying visit to their London flat on my way between two other social events.

Four short hours flew by: a delightful natter with Malc while Zille put on her facepaint, flirting with Zille and Olivia while Zille tried on a selection of retro outfits (I lent her a 50s dress that doesn't fit me any more, and whoa, she looks good in it; I also admired her in a number of ill-fitting-but-ridiculously-cute school dresses that made her look about 13, but was disappointed that I didn't get to see her in the vintage tartan playsuit). Then the shoot itself: giggling over scenes, Malc and I brainstorming plotlines (and being called perverts for our trouble!) and the delectable sight of Zille struggling and whimpering over Olivia's knee, as her blue gym knickers were pulled down and her shoes slipped one by one off her kicking, white-socked feet.

It's a hard life.

I felt extremely pleased with myself, if more than a little sleazy and voyeuristic - Malc, at least, was making himself useful manning the camera, while I was just curled in a comfy chair, swigging cider out of the bottle and appreciating the view. But what a view! Zille has the most delightful little hip-wriggle while she's over the knee - an arch of her back and lift of her slender hips which twists her wonderfully shapely bottom around in ways I could watch all day.

In the event, I had another appointment to dash off to (which turned out happily, so I have no complaints on that score) but before I left, I took advantage of my voyeuristic position to sneak a couple of photos on my cameraphone. Zille was in the bedroom, being spanked again for her misdeed earlier that day ("a spanking in the day means a spanking at night") and I was lurking outside the bedroom door, trying to stay out of shot but wanting to see the action, and feeling for all the world like a nosy sibling prying into her sister's punishment. Not wanting to be caught spying, but simultaneously horrified and fascinated by what she could glimpse:

discovering DebPorn

Natty introduced me to a new genre of spanking fiction recently: debporn, defined as "severe, family setting discipline and/or humiliation including very raw anal/crotch spankings. May or may not include sex. Very intense."

I strongly prefer my parent/child discipline fantasies to be non-sexual, and so I didn't expect to like what I read when I clicked the link to the writings of Debbie Ann, who lent her name to the genre. Most of the stories on the site are real-life scene reports; only one page matches the debporn description. But that page!

I usually start with her breasts, for her routine discipline. Hands on her head, legs spread is her position, and then I slap her breasts back and forth. Sometimes she has to put a rubber band on each one to make them stand out more. And sometimes she has to put a clothespin on each nipple.

I realize that most daughters get bare bottom spankings, and DebAnn gets plenty of those, but I've also found that she benefits greatly from some unusual forms of discipline. That is why I've developed discipline routines for her breasts, crotch, and anus. The breast slaps are part of her routine training, if she needs punishment I'll use the belt on her breasts. I make her lie down on her bed and hold up one breast at a time and then I smack each one with a belt. It looks a lot more severe than it actually is.

I'm not sure what it is that hooked me. The matter-of-fact delivery; the tiny, succinct vignettes; the extreme discomfort caused by reading sexualised, non-consensual parental punishment scenarios. I'm still pretty sure I don't like sex in my family discipline stories. And I don't like crotch spankings at all, so that element was rather offputting. But by the end of those three snippets, I was hopelessly aroused. Something about the placement of acts which I would normally categorise as erotic, consensual BDSM - breast punishment, display, onlookers invited to participate - in the taboo setting of family discipline somehow makes the fantasy sizzle. The actual acts are things that I find extremely erotic and sexual. In this context, they are so, so wrong. But also undeniably hot.

So it's not surprising that I liked Natty's newest story, Under-the-Bed Restraints.

Every night after I brush my teeth and wash my face, I lay down on my bed over a pile of fluffy pillows and Mother uses them, the Under-the-Bed Restraints, to tie me down. She pulls my nightgown up and my panties down so that I’m ready for Father and my Purity Inspection. He’s been doing them every night since I started my period. He says this way he’ll know if I’ve been thinking unclean thoughts or worse.

Most nights he inspects me by poking his gloved finger into my womanhood. Tracing his finger up to my rosebud. Back down to my womanhood. And my bottom hole.

If I’m moist, I get the strop.

And I’m always moist.

I read it on the train coming back from London yesterday, and by the time I'd finished I was uncomfortably turned on. I squirmed in my seat all the way home, until I could steal some private time and seek some relief.

As with Debbie's writing, there are plenty of individual elements in this story which are Not My Thing. Aside from the sexualised-parents angle, there's more crotch punishment (I tended to skip those sections - genital punishment is an out-and-out squick for me, not a love-hate thing or "so wrong it's right"), and I tend to be put off by CP stories with Christian religious contexts. Christianity is not something I'm minded to fetishise, and I'll usually avoid scenarios that use it to create an edge.

But in Natty's story, it worked for me simply because it made the scenario more believable. A parent touching their child in a sexual way is nasty, but combine it with the "for your own good" trope of CP porn and it becomes slightly more palatable. The sexual aspects simply become another punishment tool. As in the standard parent/child punishment scenario, the parent isn't overtly motivated by sexual desire (although in edgy scenes it's often implied that the parent is a creep or pervert taking things beyond reason); the surface narrative is one of puritanical discipline, not perverted lust. And there aren't many convincing surface narratives which excuse the sexual discipline of a child by their parent. A warped, puritanical fundamentalist Christianity just about stretches far enough; we can just about believe a fanatical parent would be able to delude themselves that they weren't doing anything wrong. And that creates just enough distance, just enough surface asexuality, for me to be able to accept the underlying creepiness, non-consent and nastiness of the scenario.

And the individual components of the fantasy - ritualistic, regularly scheduled punishment, unfair or unavoidable punishment, facedown restraint, anal display and inspections, anal whipping, severe strapping on the bare bottom - are absolutely to my taste. In fact, they've been on my mind rather a lot since reading this story. I want to ask Tom to help me enact my favourite bits of this scene (minus the parental/religious/crotch-punishment elements) but I don't know if I could take a strapping that hard without being immersed in an overlying narrative. And to be honest, I don't think either of us would feel comfortable roleplaying a scene like this in private.

It's a conundrum. Perhaps the answer is to shoot a disturbing, debporny scene for my new site sometime, using the shoot as an excuse that allows us to distance ourselves enough from the scenario that we could bring ourselves to act it out. In the meantime, I shall continue to enjoy the fantasy. Thankyou Natty - and Debbie Ann - for the hot, thought-provoking fantasies, and for showing me that I'm not the only one to find ideas this disturbing exciting as well.