This is Terrible…
I have a new fetish…braces.
This couldn’t have come at a worse time. I have too much to take care of. I’m an adult, dammit. I don’t have time to spend perusing the internet for titilating images and more reasons to consider parting with my hard-earned money.
My braces fetish- I think it’s one of those deep-seated ones that should have come up sooner. Many of you know I have a love of men’s suits. I don’t know all the terms and technical specs, but I know what a proper cut looks like and how a good suit should feel. Not to deviate, but I can guess it came from seeing how my father would dress for work. This just about pre-dated the rampant horrors of business casual [very late 80's, early 90's are my earliest memories]. Dad always wore a button-down shirt, dress shoes, my mother would help him fix his tie, and he at the very least wore a sport jacket to work.
Braces balance form and function. I like the tight feeling running down my shoulders and down my back. It’s a sensation not all that different from being corseted. There’s a press in all the right places.
The resulting form is elegance. The thick bands running parallel to my arms, lined just perfectly with my legs. It’s personal organization at its finest…
There’s just one down side. I’m not quite used to having my pants sit in the right place as it does ride up…but I’m sure I can work through it. 
There’s strength in clothing. Somewhere between the amount one wears to the amount one has on, there is protection. You’re not very vulnerable if you’re underneath a three-piece suit- it’s your shell against the world. When I was disciplined at my day jobs, I admit that I was concerned over my appearance while I was being dressed down. Really. If I looked like a slob, it felt worse to be called out on another shortcoming. If my discipline was undeserved [which was rare], I could walk away thinking- Well, at least I looked *good.*
It’s a prominent factor in a lot of spanking and fetish videos. The weaker party has the least amount of protection. Sure, it’s fantastic to see a naked girl, but her vulnerability and humiliation through nudity is even more fantastic!
My more ideal scenes have me just like that. Stripped bare and at the complete disciplinary mercy of a man completely dressed. Being placed right over his knee, and striving to pull some protection from the scratch of his pants against my belly, or the cool cloth of his shirt at my sides…
Terrible.
Terrible.
Immersion: 48 Hours
I don’t understand people who see spanking as just an act within itself. It’s the little act that has so much behind it- explicit power exchange, pain, humiliation…
As a wide-eyed 16 year old, it was the innocent little step into BDSM. It was subsequently ignored, but returned to in my early twenties. I’m feeling sorry that I ever traded it for more niche activities.
But, I digress.
My two days on the set of SouthEastern Woodshed’s production found me mostly in hiding. It was filmed in a private, three-room suite, allowing for multiple changes of scenery. Between shoots, the models, assistant, hair/makeup person and myself were shuttled from room-to-room, so as not to get in the way. For 30 minutes at a time, we were a tense, captive audience.
We had to keep silent, so as not to make it onto the audio recording. A few of us pressed our ears to the doors and walls, gasping at every particularly heavy stroke, and wide-eyed at every squeal and every cry of pain. A few of the models were new to the scene, and walked in with very limited expectations outside of their pre-discussed scenes. What could have easily sounded like the belting from hell, may have appeared to be nothing but a casual, backhanded stroke.
I think I held my breath for minutes at a time; the pictures in my head were probably more vivid than what was going on the side of the door.
I’ve never considered the aural experience as I’m very much there in other aspects: touching, seeing, even smelling. Deriving arousal from sound has, strangely, never been the case. Hearing was just utilitarian: I needed to guage which implement came next. I needed to track each swish so I could brace myself, only to quickly forget once there was contact.
At the end of each day, I had an itch- even after I had my scene on day 2.
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On a less sensual note, it was great to meeting the other ladies on set. It was a pleasure finally getting to meet Lydia and Jordan, and geek out with Damiana.
My own trailer isn’t out yet, but you can see the lovely Lydia and Jordan here. Join the group and enjoy the exclusive content. See what happens when a bunch of girls get together and run around pants-less…
Switch Lydia and Myself
A Little Teaser
I rather like this image. It was a collaborative- I prepared the camera and the still photographer, Joey, took it and directed my poses.
My left cheek is quite abraded, and there’s some unexpected, but welcome redness [me, redden? The thought never crosses my mind...]. Holly gave me the strapping of a lifetime- 120 full-force strappings with her razor strop- an implement that comes a close second to a tawse in the line of implements that are certain to make me cry.
As you know, Holly’s no lightweight.
I loved being disciplined by my best friend. Never had my head felt so clear, despite the searing lashes to my rear end. I wanted to break character so badly and beg her for more. That I love it, that it hurt in all the right places, that it could go for hours until my skin slid off…
The only thing that would have made it more perfect is if B were there to watch. I wanted to give him a world-class view of the girl he had disciplined not too long ago. I wanted to give him a break and gift him with a show.
He wasn’t well that day, please keep him in your thoughts.
So, please keep checking back to Holly’s group for more behind-the-scenes photos, as this is the only one you boys are going to get from me.
A Quick Note
- before a full update, amongst other updates I owe…
I’ve been privy to some beautiful things in these last 48 hours. That sound of used leather on a quivering rear end, that full slap on wood against fresh skin…and all of it completely unseen. I only witnessed with my ears behind closed doors.
Oh, yes, I got mine, today. It felt different having to act up a bit for observing parties, but it felt incredible to be pulled over my best friend’s lap and brought face to face with the error of my ways.
