A Bruised Behind

A sweet little sissy took these pictures in her bathroom mirror after a spanking session with yours truly. Don't her panties set off the marks nicely?

The Best Lesbian Spanking Erotica

By far my favorite erotica books are those published by the Wildfire Club. They are not strictly intended as erotica, but I think that the authors and the publishing company are intelligent enough to know that they are often received as such.

The best way I can describe them is lesbian science fiction spanking erotica set in a pre-1960s setting. Sometimes it is made clear that British women are role playing being in that setting, other times characters are purely represented as being fully in the fictional world. One of the books is presented as being from the future on Earth where there has been a return to corporal discipline in public institutions as well as private homes.

As far as I can tell, this is a complete list of the books available from the Club. Because the press was small and books that were never printed are sometimes referenced within the text and printed publication lists, it can be difficult to know whether or not there are more works available. Even establishing the author's name or the publication date can be tricky. The last Wildfire Club Book appears to have been published between 1997 and 1999.

But that's all just part of the thrill of the hunt. I'm always on the lookout for more! The books I own are marked with an asterisk.

• The Female Disciplinary Manual *
• Children of the Void *
• The District Governess *
• Disciplined Ladies *
• Rule of the Strap *
• The Corporal Punishment of Schoolgirls
• Happy Tears
• Nla Dist.Gove Use C3685x
• Life With the Strap

They're really wonderful, describing spankings in a rose-colored sensual light that I've not seen elsewhere. Most spanking erotica is either very stern or very saccharine. Only the books put out by the Wildfire Club strike a balance that really makes me yearn to give a spanking. The biggest difference may be that Wildfire books tend to dwell on the after affect of a spanking, rather than the building up to it or the sensation of the actual spanking. It's rather like feminine pornography that focuses on the afterglow of orgasm rather than the build-up, as in of male-centered pornography. Instead of longing for a spanking because of something that will disappear, the reader is left longing for a spanking because of what will remain.

In the Wildfire universe of Aristasia, spankings are delivered for discipline, but there's usually an undertone of love and a joy in discipline for the sake of improvement, but it's not overly romantic. Spankings are meant to hurt, as indeed they should!

A documentary about the type of role play described in the books is posted below. It's in three parts, but I highly recommend it. Unfortunately, biological males are not invited to participate for a variety of reasons, but it still makes for a lovely fantasy!

Maison Close

Becky's Place

The account of my latest session is in narrative form for entertainment purposes only. All scenes are negotiated in advance and take place between consenting adults.

My sissy niece Rebeca has recently come to stay with me in my home. Sadly, her parents' lives were cut short, but out of this tragedy, I've gained a sweet little sissy daughter and have decided to do my best to raise her as an old fashioned, sweet little girl. Her mother and father were rather lax in her upbringing, allowing her to wear pants and shirts like a boy. They even allowed her to cut her hair short and wear boyish underwear!

Immediately upon her arrival, I presented Rebeca with more appropriate clothes. Her new wardrobe consisted of a beautiful pale pink chiffon dress, a pink satin dress, a few cotton dresses, a pretty satin pinafore, patent leather shoes, and white socks with ruffles. For some reason, Rebeca didn't appreciate these wonderful gifts and, stamping her foot, refused to be a good girl. She felt that the other girls would tease her and that she would never be able to make any friends, to which I responded that she would only be associating with other young ladies who were similarly dressed and properly submissive. Still, Rebeca insisted that she would continue to dress however she wanted, even if she wanted to dress like an unkempt boy.

Of course, I know just how to deal with naughty, willful girls. They all think that their behavior is new to me, but it's the same old story and, more often than not, a bad attitude can be adjusted with a good, sound spanking.

Thus, I took naughty little Rebeca and pulled off her nasty, boyish clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. There was no need to waste time folding them, as they were to be incinerated. A few firm swats kept her more or less complacent as I dressed her in her new chiffon dress and even a pretty, pigtailed wig, but only when she was appropriately dressed like the adorably little lady that she truly was did I take her over my knee.

Spanking a squirming little girl is so much more fun when she's wearing appropriate clothes. I love to see powerless little legs kick while wearing Mary Jane shoes and see ruffles and lace tossed about with each stroke of my hand. And isn't it nicer of me to pull up a nice pair of silky panties over a freshly spanked bottom than some rough, cottony underclothes?

Once she was appropriately dressed and thoroughly chastised, Rebeca and I discussed how she would be spending her summer. Like so many girls her age, she wanted to earn a little extra pocket money. How fortunate that a friend of mine was looking for a part-time maid! I explained to Rebeca that she would most likely be kept in uniform and that this friend of mine spanked her maids if they deserved it and that Rebeca would get no special treatment just because she was my niece! Upon hearing this, she began to have second thoughts. I may just have to march her up to the door and force her into maid service!

To be continued...

The Babysitter

The role of the bratty, domineering teen is one that I often enjoy as a top, whether as a daughter, school girl, or, in this case, babysitter. O appeared quite confident in his email, even a little arrogant. When he arrived for the session, he strode right in and began marching down the hall. Standing calmly by the door, I asked if he had been there before. He stopped short and said that, no, he had not. Smiling, I advised that perhaps he should wait for me then. From there he became much more pliable. Perhaps it was seeing that I am, indeed, a person. Or perhaps he was just nervous.

We sat and talked for a few minutes in the sitting room. O was a disposable diapers and plastic pants kind of guy. For a long time I was, too, but now I'd say that I've branched out, though I may just be in a phase. (My fetishes ebb and flow.) He was also looking to try out spanking again, which had gone wrong the first time he'd tried.

O had gotten over this, but novices seem to come in two types: those who think that they wouldn't enjoy a "real spanking" and only want a sensual spanking and those who seem to think that a "real spanking" is somehow superior to a sensual one, though of course a "real spanking" is given by someone the spankee rarely finds attractive and only lasts a few minutes at most. Over time, there is usually a degree of compromise, with those fearful of a real spanking taking one much harder than they might have believed themselves capable of not only bearing, but enjoying. Those who feel that a sensual spanking somehow wouldn't count generally learn to enjoy their spanking and the sensual drawing out of it, the ticking tracing of fingers during intermediate chastising, the search for that one sweet spot that will make a submissive's back arch so becomingly. While I don't deny the good, moralizing effect of a "real" or punishment spanking, rather I enjoy it very much, I do tend towards more sensual spankings, which are nonetheless very firm and hard, but that teach a lesson by their positioning, their caring or stern application, and the verbal chastisement that accompanies them.

The scenario was that O was an unruly teen and I was his sitter. His parents were out of town for the week. On our first night together, O had gone out and gotten drunk (pissed, in fact!), then come home and wet the bed. Not only that, but he'd left his wet sheets for me to clean up! Obviously, I was ticked off!

Taking O into his room, I told him that his behavior was unacceptable and that I intended to do something about it. He didn't seem to be taking me seriously. At one point, I mentioned that he hadn't even apologized, something that always produces an immediate apology, though of course I say it doesn't count under that circumstance. O's response? "Why should I apologize? It was an accident."

There was clearly no need for further discussion. I stripped O of everything but his underwear and pulled him over my lap. The first flurry of swats was lighter and placed over the expanse of his bottom, my hand lifting up to skim his cheeks, pulling the skin so that it jigged in the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. O was not a wiggler, as most males are not. More's the shame! I love having a naughty, squirming, spanked boy in my lap. However, I feel that leg kicking is strictly for sissies.

As O's bottom became accustomed to being spanked, growing warmer and more yielding, I slipped down his underwear and began to spank his bare bottom, reddening it first with my bare hand, then with a heavy wooden hairbrush. O would tell me later that he actually found the hairbrush difficult to bear, but he did so stoically. It is always my advice to a spankee that letting it out in shrieks, moans, and even a little struggling can make a spanking that much easier to take.

From there, I placed O in diapers, after securing his promise to do exactly what I said for the remainder of our time together. After all, as I had taken a few snaps of him lying unconscious in his wet bed on my cell phone, how could he deny me? He proceeded to wet every single diaper I had with me. Seriously, he wet four or five diapers in about an hour! I couldn't believe it.

O also spent some time in the corner, with more swats to keep his bum red. Beyond that, most of our time was spent just changing diapers with lots of baby powder, baby lotion, baby oil, and more.

Good, Clean Thoughts

While I am a sensual Mistress, one area of play where I'm able to divorce myself from the overtly sexual elements of a scene is age play. K contacted me about experiencing a more realistic age play session. When he had pursued such sessions in the past, they had devolved into a sex show or even FBSM. This was not the type of release he was looking for.

The scene revolved around punishment (his first spanking scene!), potty training, and of course regression. I would be playing the role of his Auntie Penny and K would be my visiting nephew. I suggested that he was having bedtime accidents, which he felt should be due to insufficient potty training by his parents. We discussed safe words and other basics of negotiation, then dived right in.

I left for a moment to allow K to compose himself, then returned en role, telling him that I wanted a word with him in the other room. I had K sit down and proceeded to chastise him very thoroughly. I pulled all the stops, being sure that my voice was nothing but condescending, maternal, and brisk, with hints of deep anger. There was nothing sensual in my reprimand.

And yet K could not help but giggle! He had warned me that this was something that happened in his previous sessions. Obviously he wasn't taking his verbal punishment seriously. Sternly I asked what was so funny.

Nothing but giggles answered me.

Taking K by the ear, I led him into the kitchen and made him stand by the sink while I grabbed a fresh bar of Ivory soap from the bathroom. I placed a glass of water next to him, laid out a white hand towel, and unwrapped the soap. K was visibly nervous. We had not discussed mouthsoaping, but it was clear that something was necessary to show him that I meant business and that I could really punish him, if I so chose. I asked if his mouth had been washed out with soap before and he said that, no, it hadn't. Good, then this would be the ameliorating, awakening action he so clearly needed.

As I slid the soap into his mouth, K's eyes widened and watered. He clearly wasn't enjoying the soap. I've never had much of a problem with Ivory soap, but it always seems very unpleasant for those taking it for the very first time. I only left it for a few seconds before putting it down on the towel and allowing K to spit and rinse his mouth with the water. However, I made sure that he knew that the soap was still available, resting on the towel.

The effect was immediate and very satisfying. K went instantly from being a role player who felt rather silly to a chastened little boy who was ashamed at being punished by his stern Auntie.

From there, I administered a sound spanking to K's recalcitrant bottom, giving him a simultaneous tongue lashing that he seemed to feel much more acutely this time around. It was a punishment spanking, but had to be given slowly to avoid marks. I didn't want K's phantom Mommy and Daddy to think I'd been too hard on him! ;)

The scene ended with two big bag enemas to force K to go potty before bed. I made it very clear that I wasn't going to be washing any more sheets!

Susan in School

Yesterday I had a great session with Susie, a lovely little sissy who likes to role play as a school girl. I say Sue is a sissy because she is a male who likes to dress, act, and be treated like a female, but our play is much less, shall I say, ruffled, than play with the average sissy. She is a more genuine school girl, rather than an ultra-feminine one. While I usually prefer the super-frilly aesthetics of the sissy school girl, I prefer the institutional discipline administered to the truer-to-form school girl and we get along quite well as pupil and Headmistress.

Sue wears a genuine school uniform, which we purchased from French Toast. I selected it to match the one I actually wore to school, just to make myself laugh and because it actually was a very nice uniform. She is a 32" waist, so she can wear the size 16 quite comfortably. Her uniform consists of a skirt, blouse, cross tie, sweater, knee socks, saddle shoes, and white cotton panties. Usually her hair is in pigtails, but this time she just wore a side bow.

Sue is probably the most disciplined school girl that ever was. Everything is a punishable offense. To begin with, when Susie arrives, I answer the door and show her into the sitting room, where she is left to change. I don't often leave playmates alone to undress, but Sue just feels so unnatural in her male attire, that I really don't like to look at her. Besides, she has other tasks to complete.

Her uniform will be left neatly on the leather couch. She changes into it and leaves her old clothes draped on the valet. She is allowed to touch a lipstick to her lips and fix her hair in the vanity mirror before taking a chair into the Parlor. She is to get everything ready: lay out the implements I will use, arrange the spanking horse, lay out her composition book, and be sitting up straight like a good girl before I come to her. During this time I've been getting myself in order, perhaps getting a glass of water, going over her previous composition once more, or just straightening my stockings.

When I enter the room, Sue is to stand and greet me. Then she presents herself for uniform inspection. Are her socks straight? Are her shoes tied prettily? Is her hair in order? Is her shirt tucked in? Are her panties bunched? Is there any lint on her skirt? She has yet to get it completely right. This is my first opportunity to punish her, usually by caning her calves, as was the case yesterday.

From there I go over the errors of fact, style, grammar, and penmanship in her latest essay. Each time I see her, I issue Sue with a new assignment to be written in one of her two composition books. We trade off so that each of us always has one. She completes her assignment in the book she takes home and I correct the one I keep with a jaunty red pen. Her latest was a fun read, "Feminine Fashions That Have Been Adopted by Men". Evidently cuff-links were originally worn by women!

Still, it fell short of my expectations. What makes this assignment more difficult is that little Susie is not permitted to type her essay out beforehand and may only check her spelling in the dictionary. I also correct her style. Of course she may make notes by hand before beginning to write, but the end result must be handwritten in her composition book, double-spaced, in black ink. I believe she received ten strokes on the hands with the strap.

After she was issued with her next assignment, I took my seat and Sue, seated in front of me, was made to recount everything naughty she had done since we last saw each other. As usual, she had touched herself while looking at my picture and trying on a pair of my stockings. She had also been intoxicated not once but twice and failed to hold the door for an older woman. Usually she has also cussed, but I think her last punishment session with a prolonged genital torment may have cured her--at least temporarily.

The rest of our time together was spent with my cleansing Susan of these misdeeds by any means necessary. She was punished severely, with her uniform slowly coming off. First her skirt was lifted, then removed. Her blouse was undone and taken off. Eventually she was stripped of everything but her cross tie and hair bow! And her bottom and thighs positively glowed.

When I felt she had been thoroughly chastened, I had her lie down on the table and I rubbed something soothing into her welts. Sue always becomes excited when I do this, so it is necessary to milk her to prevent her from disgracing herself.

I assure you I only have her best interests at heart!

The Training of R

I believe I have acquired a lovely new femme slave, R. She arrived at the space with a bottle of white wine, which we sipped while getting to know one another. She's very careful with her speech and looked so charming sitting on the leather couch, reaching for just the right words. Some cross-dressers and transgendered people manage to look the part even when attired as their biological sex. R was one of those, with smooth skin, a mess of dirty blonde curls, and a lavender shirt, open at the neck to show a sexy vee of pristine skin. Unfortunately, she was also wearing men's boxer briefs! It was so against everything else about her that it rather threw me when I first discovered it.

To begin with, I undressed my new little subbie and dressed her in some black lace panties fixed with a spray of rhinestones. The only other adornment she was allowed was a matching set of white leather cuffs and collar, decorated with tiny pink roses.

Just before I placed the collar on her, I explained that I was going to spank her, that it was going to hurt, and that it was going to last for a long time. And it did.

Though R professed to be a slut and a whore, she looked very little girly over my lap. She kept her arms close to her body twitched, and may even have been crying a bit, though I can't be sure. Her clipped, "Yes, Ma'am!" responses added to the effect.

The spanking was slow and deliberate, but not overly sensual. It seemed difficult for her to bear, but she did. Because the build up was so lengthy, there was little to no marking, but I still treated her with a little creamy baby oil after, just to soothe her bright red skin.

But I still wasn't through with her. Still lying on her stomach, I lifted her feet and placed them close together. Though the spanking had been intense, I had not struck her as hard as I was able, and that was what I really wanted to do. (R had professed an interest in serving my wishes rather than her own.) I promised her ten strokes with the cane on the soles of her feet.

We only made it to three.

Gasping and bucking--indeed almost shrieking--three was clearly more than enough. One of the motivations behind caning a female or feminine submissive's feet is to make them walk more delicately. As a little girl I loved the Hans Christian Andersen story "The Little Mermaid" in which it is described how delicately the mermaid walked, as every step felt as though she were treading upon knives. That is exactly the effect I have in mind when I cane a girl's feet; light, quick, and delicate steps that make her aware of her movements.

Most of R's training, at least for now, will center around teaching her how to move like a girl. Once she's accomplished that, she will be permitted to move onto the more intimate areas of slut training. However, I want my stud, whoever the lucky one will be, to feel that he's taking advantage of a well-trained sex object, not indulging the fantasies of a man in panties. R will learn to walk, sit, stand, crawl, and kneel like a high class, desperately horny prostitute.

That isn't to say that there won't be fun along the way. As a grand finale to our time together, I wet R's panties. Yes, you read that correctly. Removing her cuffs and collar, I had R lie upon the floor and play with her perky little nipples, which had already been well-tortured and were very tender, as I drizzled my golden nectar upon her soft, yielding little clitty and all over her black lace panties! Needless to say, she enjoyed it and even moaned like a tramp!