Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Kaleah's Corner (Mar 2020):
Corona Spankings

As in many countries these days, Covid-19 is the most important topic here in Germany. Our government has set up rules to minimalize contact between people who aren't living in the same household in order to slow down the spreading of the disease so that our hospitals have enough capacities to care for the infected. As a consequence, schools and kindergartens are closed temporarily, as well as many businesses like hairdressers and fitness centres. Employees are working from home office wherever possible.

Recently, a German columnist who usually publishes witty articles wrote that Corona has thrown her into a very new situation. The threat to peoples' lives and to our economies is so real, and the impact on our everyday lives so strong, that she finds it difficult to face the disease with ironic humour. Plus, she argues that humour works best in a social context - but since we are now isolated from others, it is more difficult to find a common social base.

I've seen several Corona-related cartoons and clips by now, both vanilla and kinky, and many of them made me laugh. In my opinion - and the columnist I wrote about agrees with that - humour is all the more important in such a strange and scary situation.


Just as the columnist wondered whether it is possible to face this crisis with humour, I ask myself the same thing when it comes to Covid-19-related kinky stories. To be sure, the disease and its social consequences offer possibilities for scenarios aplenty. And for different kinds of kinky tastes, too!

For instance, for the judicial fans among us, there is the scenario of people ignoring the ban on public gatherings. They are caught by the police having a barbecue in the park. Since many of them have already been warned and fined for similar breaches before, this time they aren't let off so easily. To make sure that they aren't so careless ever again, they are sentenced to a caning which is broadcast on TV as a warning to other potential rule-breakers.

Or, for those who are into domestic discipline: Some young people, or a bored househusband or housewife, invite their friends to a so-called "Corona-party" at home. Of course, this also runs contrary to the idea of minimizing social contacts. They think they are safe because their visitors arrive late at night and their disciplinarian / wife / husband, a doctor who is working nightshifts to help coping with the disease, is not at home. Incidentally, though, she or he comes back home earlier than expected, and is of course shocked. I leave it to your imagination what happens next...

And for those who love innocent spankees: A nice young man or woman who helps an elderly lady by buying food for her, so that she doesn't have to go outside and risk being infected. Instead of leaving the bags at the doorstep, he or she wants to be especially helpful, though, puts the food into the fridge and hugs the old lady when leaving because she obviously feels very lonely. One day later, our young helper develops symptoms of Covid-19 and suddenly realises that they might have infected the old lady. In a panic, he or she informs their disciplinarian and of course the old lady, too. Luckily, it turns out later that it was just a cold, but nonetheless a reassuring but firm punishment is in order.

If you like erotic spanking fun between partners instead, one could also tell the story of an elderly couple who is sitting at home, isolated from the rest of the world because of Corona. They come to talk about their fears and dreams, and suddenly it turns out, after many years of marriage, that they both fantasize about erotic spanking. Slowly and cautiously they start exploring this newly-found common interest, and thus use the situation for a new bonding experience.

Last but not least, a fantasy that came to my mind a few days ago because of a real incident. With two little kids and two jobs we regularly have a cleaning service helping us with our home. The lady helping us does a very quick job, which means that the costs don't become too high for us. Of course she can't clean every far corner in her limited time, but that's okay with us. As long as the basics are done regularly, we can do the rest. Due to Covid-19 the cleaning service had to shut down their business temporarily. Thus we have to do the basic cleaning ourselves now. When we did, I realized that our service lady apparently doesn't clean up underneath the couch regularly, either. There were lots of dust there which must have accumulated for more than two weeks, which was when she had been here for the last time. That instantly brought up a kinky fantasy in my mind. Of course it was about a service lady, or gentleman, who temporarily cannot do their job because of Corona. This way it comes out that the job has not been done properly in the past, which leads to severe consequences.

As you can see, the disease offers many premises for kinky fantasies. But, could you enjoy them? Or is the threat too grave to create kinky scenarios around Covid-19? I have to admit that I am undecided, yet. Generally I think that the question of coming up with kinky fantasies is not completely different from that of coming up with a humorous reply to the threat. Making something good out of something bad in my mind is a good thing. I guess I would draw a line where victims of the disease would be used in a spanking fantasy.


Apart from the ethical question I have to admit that I haven't found a Corona-related fantasy that really pushed my buttons, yet. How about you? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comment section!

Monday, March 2, 2020

Kaelah's Corner (Feb 2020):
Costume or Not?

February was the time of carnival, which also means the time of costumes. Looking at all the different types of costumes that are available, it came to me that for some of us this might be the only time of the year when we can walk around in kinky clothing without people realising what is going on.

After all, the pet play dress, as long as it isn't too explicit, might not attract any special attention amongst all the animal costumes around. And why not dress as a teacher, school boy, inmate or seaman? Those looks wouldn't raise much suspicion, either.

So, I ask myself, how many fellow kinksters use the time of carnival to walk around in public in clothing that is inspired by their fantasies, being happy that people just compliment them on their looks and nobody asks stupid questions? Or would you feel uncomfortable in kinky clothing in public during carnival, knowing that it means much more to you than a costume and being afraid that someone might notice? Have you ever worn kinky things during carnival season?

I have to admit that I haven't. But, as I mentioned, it is the only time of the year when I don't have to dress up and can just be myself without people making silly comments. Because it is the only time of the year when I can wear my Starfleet uniform in public without raising any attention, which I have done indeed. Well, and in a way, for me this is kinky clothing, too.

Monday, February 24, 2020

Snippets From A Fantasy:
A Talk With The Captain

"I'm sorry, Sir." He stood there to full attention, looking his Captain straight in the eye, even though he would have preferred to cast his eyes down, not wanting to see the disappointment in the Captain's face. "Thank you for not punishing Mr Brown. It was all my fault and I will take full responsibility." The Captain's deep voice was very calm as he replied: "Yes, you will, Ensign."

In a way his calmness was reassuring, as he never lost his temper like other Captains often did. But then his calmness let the young Ensign feel even more how lucky he was to be under the command of such a kind and just leader and how much he had let him down – once again. Yes, he only got into the fight because he wanted to defend young and shy Mr Brown, but the Captain and he had been having this talk about thinking first instead of acting blindly over and over again.

"I don't think I have to say anything more," the Captain stated, his eyes firmly fixed on the young man before him. The Ensign sensed a sound of slight resignation in the Captain's voice. He bit his lip. For a moment he didn't know how to reply. There was indeed no need to explain to him how stupid it had been to get into that fight. So, after a short moment of hesitation, he shortly said: "Yes, Sir."

"Well, then" the Captain paused for a brief moment, "fetch the cane, please." At these words the young man straightened up even more and swiftly replied: "Aye, Sir." He sharply turned around and marched to the rack in the back of the room that displayed several canes. He didn't need any explanation which one to take. Without hesitation, he selected the longest and thickest specimen, turned around, walked back to the Captain and offered him the cane with both hands.

The Captain took it and looked the young man straight in the eye. "You remember what I told you last time about what would happen if we needed to have this talk again, don't you?" For a moment there was silence. The young man swallowed hard. Yes, he remembered, but for some reason he had still hoped that it wouldn't happen. He felt his hands starting to sweat and his knees trembling slightly.

He forced himself to withstand the Captain's gaze and answer his question. Still the words came out in a lower and shakier voice than he wanted them to. "Yes, Sir." He paused for a second and his voice was even lower when he continued: "You told me the next time I would be caned without my pants on to protect me." He felt his face becoming hot and red and finally cast his eyes down, not able to look the Captain into the eye any more.

Again the Captain's voice was very calm as he said: "Yes indeed." And then he issued the already well-known command: "Bend over the desk, Ensign." The young man walked over to the huge oak desk that was the centre of the Captain's cabin, almost in a daze. It took him a moment to force himself to unbutton the trousers of his uniform and pull them down, and another deep breath before he pulled down his briefs, too. Finally he bent over and grabbed the far end of the desk with his hands.

At the end of his last punishment two weeks ago the Captain had already administered six of the best on his bare backside to give the Ensign a foretaste of what would happen if he messed up again any time soon. It had been a shock, both the completely unexpected order to take down his pants and the sharp strokes themselves! The Ensign was known as being rather tough, but those six strokes had almost broken him already. He had no idea how to take a cold caning on the bare with the Captain's heaviest cane, consisting of many more strokes than just six.

But he knew he didn't have a choice. He heard the Captain swishing the cane through the air and felt a cool breeze on his bare buttocks. The Ensign started to shiver. Still he tried to obediently push out his bottom when he felt the tap of the cane, knowing that the Captain was measuring it across his bare backside. He closed his eyes, his hands clinging onto the far end of the desk as if he was holding on for dear life. Somehow he would make it through the next minutes, somehow he would obediently take the corporal punishment the Captain had decided he deserved, but how, he had no idea...

Friday, January 31, 2020

Kaelah's Corner (Jan 2020):
Our First Spanking In The New Decade

Our first spanking in the new year came totally unplanned and unexpected. As a matter of fact, we were in the midst of talking about really heavy stuff when it happened. We've got several important decisions to make this year which will have a strong impact on our family life for at least the next twenty years.

Somehow, suddenly, the topic changed to kink and that we don't have the time and energy to pursue that part of our life anymore with two kids. "Maybe it would do you some good, though," Ludwig said jokingly. With that, he grabbed a chair, sat down and pulled me over his lap.

I protested half-heartedly as Ludwig began to spank me, telling him that I was indeed getting older and positions like that were too uncomfortable for me, given all the physical problems I am facing now that I have born two children. Apparently, though, I didn't sound serious enough to convince Ludwig, so instead of letting me up, he continued smacking my bottom hard with his hand, muttering something along the lines that I might be nicer to him if he spanked me more often. Of course, he doesn't seriously believe in that after all the years we've spent together now, but obviously he thought it was a nice excuse for having some more spanking fun with me over his knees. Finally, Ludwig was content and let me back up.
 
"When the kids grow older," he exclaimed, "we can do this more often again." In contrast to Ludwig, I can still imagine having another baby, though, and so I replied sheepishly: "Hey, if that's what you want, I would even take a few 50-stroke canings, if we could have another child in return. Wouldn't that be a deal?" Of course, Ludwig wouldn't have me lure him into that. Instead, he grinned and teased me: "Oh, we shouldn't. With another pregnancy, your hips might become even broader than they already are."

Now, before anyone cries out about body shaming – I am the one who always bemoaned my broader hips and round bottom (even before I was pregnant), not Ludwig. While Ludwig generally finds slim bodies more attractive optically than broader ones (the same is true for me), he never minded my broader hips or the way my body has changed as a mother. That said, even though I have gained a bit of weight, I am not totally unhappy with my new body, either, since I think that the waist-hip-ratio fits better today than it did before. Not to mention the knowledge of and gratefulness for the incredible things my body has done to present us with two wonderful children. So, Ludwig knew that his teasing wouldn't really hurt me, but he also knew that he would catch my attention with his words – and he did!

Immediately I sat down, pulled him over my knees and began to spank his bottom vigorously. Ludwig protested, but when he murmured something along the lines of "Just saying", all he got was me pulling his pants down and spanking his bare bottom even harder. "Hey, I didn't do that!" he pouted, half seriously and half playfully, and both grinned and winced under my smacks as his bottom was turning redder and redder with every blow. I put as much force behind the final ones as I could muster and finally came to the conclusion that I had made my point.

Ludwig stood up and rubbed his bottom. I looked at my hand and with astonishment exclaimed: "I am bruised!" Indeedm my hand was crimson red and a few little bruises were already visible. For some reasons Ludwig didn't seem to feel very sorry for me, though ...

And so, after putting the chair and Ludwig's clothing back to were it belonged, we continued to ponder and discuss the important choices that we have to make in the upcoming months. The spanking had just been a short intermezzo, but it was a nice way to clear our heads for a moment. And totally unplanned as it was, our first spanking in the 2020s even saw both of us on the giving as well as the receiving end.

How about you? Have you already spanked someone or been spanked this year? Was it planned or did it happen spontaneously? You are very welcome to share your story in the comment section!

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Twelfth Blogiversary

Twelve years ago, on the 25th of January 2008, I started this blog. Back then, George W. Bush was President of the United States, Lehman Brothers wasn’t bankrupt yet, the UK was still firmly a member of the EU, Bitcoin hadn’t been invented, and while there was talk about climate change from people who understood the science, it wasn’t nearly as ubiquitous a topic as it is today. In many ways, it was quite a different era. As for me, I was still relatively young, single, and new to the BDSM and spanking scene (which itself was pretty different from what it is today). So I started blogging about my exploits. Little did I know that I would meet my future wife through this blog, and that we would have two little children by 2020.

As you can see, the blog hasn’t been very active in recent years. Kaelah keeps it going with semi-regular posts, but I haven’t been able to return to blogging in 2019 as I had hoped. It was another very busy year for us. We had our kids to look after (life with two small children is never, ever quiet), our jobs, and another big project to manage together which I can’t really write about here because it is a private matter, except to say that it took up a lot of our time and energy. There was very little spare time, and truth be told, kink was rarely on my mind. On those occasions when I had a few hours for myself, I just wanted to rest.

So, I regret that I haven’t posted anything since this time last year, but as Joe Pesci’s character says in Martin Scorsese’s excellent new film The Irishman: "It is what it is." It is my intention to get back to blogging as soon as I get a little extra time again and, with it, the necessary inspiration. Hopefully, that will be sooner rather than later - after all, the children are growing, they will be spending more time in kindergarten as they get older, and the big project I mentioned earlier has just reached an important milestone.

One thing which I’ve promised you many times, dear readers, and which I can promise you again today is that Kaelah and I won’t close down the blog before I’ve written the posts I still want to write to tie up some loose ends (finishing this series of posts, for instance), or before we have edited and posted the videos we have already shot. There is also one major video still to shoot, the severe F/M caning scene which we’ve been planning for years. I definitely want to do that in 2020. Actually, I’m not really looking forward to doing it, but I owe it to Kaelah in return for the severe caning videos which she has done as a bottom, and I am looking forward to seeing the finished video.

So, I thank you all for sticking with us and reading our blog for another year. I’ll do my best to return to blogging semi-regularly as soon as I can. And I hope that you all continue to have a great year 2020 in the meantime - happy, healthy, and with some exciting kinky play every now and then.

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Kaelah's Corner (Dec 2019):
Preparing For The New Year

Yesterday and today we've been preparing for the New Year. Well, actually, Ludwig and I've been cutting some bushes. Switches, anyone?


We haven't put the twigs to use, though, except for creating this little New Year's greetings picture I have made. Have you got any (kinky) resolutions for 2020? I have only one, and that is to publish two posts per month on this blog on the average next year. I've managed to do that in the last four months but not in the first half of 2019.


As for the switches – I've put two specimen aside, after all it is always good to have some stock for the New Year. Which is a nice play on words, by the way, because "Stock" is, as the more regular readers of this blog are surely well aware, the German word for stick, like in Rohrstock (cane).


We wish all of you and your loved ones a happy and healthy New Year! May it be a good and peaceful one for all of us.

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Chain of Lights

Happy Holidays to all of you! Here are some results of a little light experiment Ludwig and I did today. I hope you enjoy them.