The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 1)

Here it finally is - my promised tailor-made LOL Day story. It took me a while to write which might have to do with the fact that the final story is more than 5,000 words long. So, it will be posted in four parts, every three days from now on until the 26th of December. I hope it isn't too long.

Thanks again to all of you who participated in the creative process! I've highlighted your word suggestions with bold letters. So, without further ado, part one of our little Krampus adventure:

Rosie stood at the window in the bedroom of their little house in Hintertupfingen in Bavaria and looked outside. It was already dark although it was only 5:30 p.m. But the snow that covered the whole garden reflected the lights from the street and from the fir tree which she and her husband Johann had decorated with hundreds of little light bulbs. It was the evening of the 5th of December, and the world around her was a winder wonderland. Little snowflakes were still falling.

Rosie stood there for a while watching silently, taking in the scenery with a smile on her face. Johann was away, he was making his rounds in the neighbourhood with his buddy Andreas, fulfilling an important job. He would probably be back soon, and then they could share a quiet evening together, drinking hot tea and eating cookies.

Normally, Johann always left her a little present in the bedroom on the evening of the fifth before he went on duty. But not today. Rosie had already placed a small, lovingly wrapped-up package on Johann's pillow. She didn't mind that he hadn't found the time to return the favour this time, though. Johann wasn't the kind of guy who only bought presents for certain holidays. He always listened very carefully to what she said and often surprised her with little gifts. Like that time when the final part of the sci-fi trilogy she had been reading was released and she couldn't buy it right away because she had long working hours that Friday. She had been frustrated because of that when she came home at 9:30 p.m., only to find the book waiting for her on her bed, together with a steaming hot coffee and a piece of chocolate cake.

Rosie's smile became even wider as she remembered that day and others like it when Johann had shown his affection to her. Suddenly, though, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a little crinkly sound somewhere behind her. She turned around and jumped back a bit, startled for a second. A huge creature was leaning against the chest of drawers next to the bedroom door, staring at her with dark eyes. Its body was covered with dark brown fur, its face was a scary grimace and its forehead dominated by two huge horns. In its right hand it carried a thick birch. The creature didn't move, it just mustered her silently. How long it had already been standing there, she couldn't tell.

After a moment of shock, Rosie regained her composure. She exhaled, and the smile returned to her face. Wow, that must have been an impressive sight for the children in the neighbourhood! The creature by the bedroom door, a Krampus, as Rosie knew, had tilted its head a little and still mustered her silently. Suddenly, it rose and spoke to her in a deep, full voice that made her shiver: “Looks like I have to make my last visit without my companion St Nicholas.” It took a while for the words to sink in, but then Rosie had to suppress laughter when she pictured Andreas in his St Nicholas costume showing up together with her husband in her private bedroom. She liked Andreas, but was quite content that her Krampus had come alone.

The Krampus put its birch on the top of the drawers and pulled out a huge golden book from behind its back. “It's a good thing he gave me this,” it growled, “let's see what we have here.” Slowly, Rosie began to sense where this was going. She bit her lip and looked at the Krampus with wide eyes. “Robert, Ronald, Rosalinde, ah, here it is – Rosie.” The Krampus's eyes were fixed on the now open book. “Just as I thought, you've been a really bad, naughty girl this year!” – “That's not true!” Rosie pouted. The Krampus raised its head, looked her straight in the eyes and snarled with its deep voice that now had a threatening undertone: “Do you really want to question the accuracy of the golden book?”

Rosie hesitated for a moment, pondering the possibilities. “Well, I guess, no,” she finally answered, her voice almost a whisper. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and suddenly, there seemed to be an armada of butterflies in her stomach. She waited for the Krampus's next step. It simply nodded its head and looked down on the book again. “I've got three outstanding acts of naughtiness here which are outlined in the book.” Three? Rosie stood there, eager to hear what was there on the list.

“Number 1: Being too cleanly.” The Krampus paused and looked at her. At first Rosie didn't know what he meant. It came to her when the Krampus continued. “And as a result putting around 10,000 Euro, property of your poor husband, on the dump.” Rosie sighed. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The thing was, a few months ago she had decided to clean out their home office. She had asked Johann whether it was okay if she threw away some of his old things, too, and he had agreed. Until recently he hadn't missed any of the things Rosie had decided to put away. But when they heard of the bitcoin hype, Johann recalled that he and his friends had mined bitcoins for fun as IT students many years ago. He had mined only one bitcoin, just to see how it worked, and – as far as he remembered – put it on a USB stick. And, since 128 MB sticks weren't really useful any more, Rosie had taken Johann's old sticks to the waste dump.

How could she have guessed that something on one of those old sticks might one day be worth around 10,000 Euro? Johann had admitted that he wasn't even sure whether the coin was still on one of the sticks, though, and finally they had decided to laugh about the strange situation. But since then, Johann had made use of every opportunity to tease her because of what she might have done.

So, Rosie knew that the Krampus couldn't be serious. She crossed her arms in front of her. “If my poor husband had taken the time to look through his old things himself, he could in his wisdom have decided to keep that damn old stick!” Rosie tried to look and sound as indignant as possible.

Acting like a grumpy dachshund didn't bode well with the Krampus, though. It put away the book, rushed over to her, took her arm and pulled her in front of the end of the bed. “You're not taking me seriously, are you? Pull down your pants and bend over!” it growled into her ear. Not that this was the reaction Rosie had meant to provoke...

She shot one last glare at the creature behind her, indicating that she was not – yet – impressed at all, but then decided to do as she was told. She unbuttoned the tight blue jeans she was wearing, put her fingers into the waistband, started pulling them down -  and suddenly, she froze. [To be continued...]

The Outcome of LOL-Day: A Krampus Spanking

My original plan for today was to post the first part of my tailor-made story that includes our readers' word suggestions from my blogiversary post and the additional ideas for the storyline I collected on the second day of the LOL-Day weekend. But since I didn't manage to write a Kaelah's Corner post in November and thus haven't written anything about how LOL-Day turned out this year, yet, I've decided to do that first and start the story in a few days (it will most probably consist of two posts, anyway). But I will at least already tell you a bit about the story today since LOL-Day had a direct influence on it!

Let's start with taking a look at the outcome of LOL-Day. This year we had seven first-time commenters, namely Terpsichore, Fondles, Amy, Baker, King, Daisy and Enzo. Welcome to all of you and thanks for saying hello! We also got several comments from some of our regular readers and commenters and from bloggers who had stopped by before. It was wonderful to hear from you again, too!

What struck me, though, is that there were no delurkers who aren't already kinky bloggers themselves (King's blog seems to be defunct now, that's why I can't give you a link). It seems to me that LOL-Day has become more of a day for blog-hopping among the kinky blogger community than a day on which silent long-time readers or maybe even people who are new to the whole erotic spanking thing take the plunge and say hi. Maybe it's only on our blog because it isn't so attractive for new readers and spanking newbies anymore. But it seems to me that it wasn't very different on other blogs as well. That said, at least Enzo had obviously visited our blog before but never commented. So, he definitely counts as a real (now ex-) lurker!

And not only that, Enzo also belonged to those who made suggestions for my upcoming spanking story. He, Canelover and Gustofur shared their ideas for certain aspects of the storyline. Thank you guys very much for having played along! I won't be able to include all of your suggestions, but I will definitely consider as many of them as I can.

Now, I've already told you a bit about the storyline in my second LOL-Day post. And I said I would have to publish the story on the 6th of December. Which is actually Spearthrower's fault! Because one of his word suggestions was "Bavaria". Combined with the Christmas season that keyword made me think about a certain Bavarian tradition – the Krampus! Ludwig already wrote about him in a post back in 2008. Rereading his post, it came to me that actually in Bavaria St. Nicholas and the Krampus make their rounds on the evening of the 5th of December. In the part of Germany where I come from, you get your St. Nicholas presents on the morning of the 6th of December. That's why my original plan was to publish the story today.

Because, as you might already have guessed – the story will include a spanking from a Krampus! According to the number of comments we got on LOL-Day, our heroine on the receiving end will get 57 smacks in total, split up into a softer part, which will be a handspanking, and a more severe part, which in this case has to be a birching, because the birch is the traditional implement a Krampus carries with him. Gustofur wanted his strokes to count for the lighter part, and I am quite sure that Canelover wanted his to be added to the more severe part. Since nobody else made any demand in this regard, I've decided to split the final tally into 33 smacks with the hand and 24 strokes with the birch. I think those are nice numbers!

So, let me finish today's post by again saying thank you to all of you who commented and especially to those who gave me input for my story! And to all the silent readers who might still be out there – thank you very much for reading and I hope you will enjoy the upcoming story as much as those whose input will be included into the storyline!

Global Days of Delurk 2017 (Day 2)

This is the second part of my LOL-Day post (or Global Day of Delurk, as we like to call it on our blog). In yesterday's post I told you why LOL-Day is so special to Ludwig and me. Today I would like to invite you to participate in some creative collaboration if you like.

Ludwig and I often hosted some kind of special event on LOL-Day, like making a custom-made clip that involved a certain number of strokes for each comment or me writing a tailor-made story which contained phrases that the readers suggested in their comments. This year unfortunately a LOL-Day clip is out of the question because we still have several clips we've already shot but not managed to publish, yet, and because even though my health is much better I don't feel in the shape for making a spanking clip. And as the custom-made story goes – I've already collected your word suggestions for one in my blogiversary post.

I've had another idea, though. From the great suggestions I got in the comments on my blogiversary post, a storyline for my tailor-made story has already formed in my head. Because of the storyline I'm going to publish the result on December 6th. There are still a few open questions, though, and I would like to invite you to share your preferences concerning one or more of them in the comment section if you like. Of course I will most probably not be able to include all your ideas, but I will try to take into consideration as many of them as possible.

I'll give you a bit of information about the scene at first (not too much, though, the plot is still supposed to be a surprise). The story will be about an erotic M/F spanking between a husband and wife. The spanking will consist of two parts and I've already chosen an implement for the second part which will be more severe than the first one. It's a playful spanking, but the husband will use a real incident to make the scene a bit more edgy.

So, here are my questions: The wife is alone at home at first. What could she be doing when her husband comes home (whatever it is, it would not be the "reason" for the spanking) and where in the house or around the house would she be then? Where would you like the spanking to take place? Where could she bend over for the spanking? Is there any item of clothing you would like her to wear? What kind of real incident could the husband refer to (it must be something she wanted to do or achieve for herself but failed and it should not be too serious). And, finally, which not-so-severe implement (or maybe the hand) should the first part of the spanking be with?

If you have any preferences concerning any of these questions, you are very welcome to share them in the comment section! In addition to that, I will add two strokes to the wife's tally for every recurring commenter and five for every real delurker, counting the comments from both LOL-Day posts (only one comment per person, though). If you have a special preference, you can also tell me whether you would like me to add those strokes to the lighter part or the more severe part of the spanking.

So, I hope that weren't too many questions and choices! If you want to add your ideas to the story, all comments that are made until November 23rd 23:59:59 h German time will be taken into consideration. Please don't be disappointed if I can't realise all suggestions, though! And remember, you don't have to answer any of the questions, you can just say hi, too!

Global Days of Delurk 2017 (Day 1)

Time has run so fast – it's LOL-Day again! As our long-time readers know, this day is special to us because on LOL-Day 2008 I wrote my first-ever comment on this blog (under my former nickname K'Ehleyr). It was my first-ever comment on any blog and the first time I reached out to other kinksters. Ludwig had started blogging at the beginning of 2008, so that was his first LOL-Day as a blogger, too.

He was very happy to see that he had two genuine delurkers on that day who had never commented on his blog before. Ludwig had a very wrong idea of who I might be, though, because he didn't know where my nickname was from (if you love Star Trek and the Klingons as much as I do, you'll have a better clue than he did). I wrote that I am from Germany, and the name sounded Turkish to Ludwig, so he thought I might be a kinky German male with a Turkish heritage.

His picture changed when I wrote him an email shortly afterwards in which I told him more about me. I remember how nervous and excited I was when I hit the send button for my comment on LOL-Day. I had just recently found out that the fantasies which I had been having my whole life belonged to a kink called erotic spanking which was shared by many other people. Then Ludwig wrote in his next blog post how happy he had been about the lurkers who had taken the plunge and said hello, and I became confident enough to write him a personal email, even though I still felt somehow inadequate because I had no experience with all this.

One email turned into a wonderful email conversation, not only about kink, but about many other topics as well. Around Christmas 2008, I finally found the courage to ask Ludwig whether he would like to meet in person and maybe – if the chemistry turned out to be right – lead me through my first-ever experience with adult erotic spanking.

The rest is history. In short, we planned and played out a great spanking initiation ritual, including Klingon paintings, a trust fall, torches and a tea ceremony. A few weeks later we officially became a couple and our kinky journey continued. I started writing about my experiences on this blog and we published our first kinky video together. We met other kinksters and made more videos, among them one with fellow kinky blogger Leia-Ann Woods in which I topped Ludwig for the first time on camera. We visited the Shadow Lane party and even shot a few clips for Pandora / Blake's site Dreams of Spanking.

But not only our kinky journey continued, our journey as a couple did as well. After having been in a long-distance relationship for several years, we're now finally married and live together. As I already wrote in my last post on the occasion of my eighth blogiversary, my interest in spanking (and Ludwig's, too!) has of course decreased after many years of practising my kink. It's not as new and exciting anymore as it was on LOL-Day back in 2008. We are still kinky, though, and we enjoy knowing each other so well now (not only kink-wise) and having become such a great team.

Due to my recent health problems and a medical emergency in our family, this has been our worst year of blogging so far when it comes to the number of posts we published. So, I don't know how many people are still reading our blog and how many silent lurkers are among them. And I have no idea whether anyone who is really new to the world of erotic spanking has found our blog in the recent time.

But if you are out there and ponder whether you should take the plunge and say hello, I would like to wholeheartedly invite you and encourage you to write a comment on this post! It doesn't have to be long and you don't have to share anything you don't feel comfortable sharing.

I remember how scary it was to write my first comment in 2008, but I can tell you that we definitely appreciate hearing from fellow kinksters we haven't talked to before, and especially if you are new to all this. Of course long-time readers (and commenters) are invited to write a comment, too, it's always good to know you are still out there.

Let me end this post by thanking all of you, no matter whether you are a silent lurker or an avid commenter, for reading and accompanying Ludwig and me on our journey! A special thank you goes to Bonnie who invented LOL-Day and thereby brought Ludwig and me together and to Hermione who hosts LOL-Day 2017 and makes sure the tradition continues.

Tomorrow I will publish another LOL-Day post. It will tell you about a fictional spanking story I am currently writing and will give you the chance to participate in the creative process. So, please stay tuned, I would love to hear your creative ideas!

Kaelah's Corner (Oct 2010): After Eight

Now it has again been two months since my last post! So, what has happened? First of all, Ludwig and I are well. We went on a little holiday trip to Italy as planned, happy that my health had improved so much. My intention was to write a post right after our return home, but as soon as we had come back from our trip, there was a medical emergency in our family.

That situation kept us extremely busy until now, so much so that we sometimes had to work until late evening or even into the night to get our own stuff done in addition to organising things for our ill family member. Fortunately, the situation has improved, and our loved one was able to return back home a few days ago. Still, permanent help will be needed, and so a lot of organisational stuff remains on our current agenda.

But at least I have found the time to write my long-promised post now! Strictly seen, my blogiversary has already been more than two months ago, but I think it is never too late to celebrate. Looking back, what strikes me the most this year is how much our life has changed since I started blogging with my very first post on the 28th of August 2009.

In the very same year, I had met Ludwig for the first time through this blog, and with him the love of my life. I was obviously a late bloomer, and I very much enjoyed being in love almost like a teenager (plus some more life experience). Starting to explore my kink with Ludwig, I was like a kid in a candy shop. Everything was new and exciting, sometimes scary as well, but definitely worth exploring!

Now, more than eight years later, of course the first thrill and excitement has gone. But, to be honest, I very much enjoy that Ludwig and I have come to know each other so well by now. We've been through good and bad – and we made it together!

My interest in spanking and kinky stuff has decreased, too, but the good thing is that I now know pretty well what I like and what isn't my cup of tea. Things aren't scary anymore.

And while kink isn't as omnipresent anymore as it used to be, I'm far from having become vanilla. Being kinky today is a part of me like being Ludwig's wife, doing the job that I like, caring for my family, enjoying heavy metal and being a grumpy dachshund from time to time. It's not as new and special as it was eight years ago, but it definitely is a part of who I am.

So, I would like to celebrate eight years of kinky blogging with you, and I want to thank all of you who accompanied me throughout this time! I would like to make a little present to you as well. As I have done twice before, once in 2010 and once in 2016, I want to write a tailor-made spanking story for you.

All of you can contribute two words to the story by writing a comment. I'll take those words and try to include all of them in a (hopefully) coherent story. All comments which are written until Tuesday 7th 23:59:59 German time will be taken into account. I'm looking forward to reading your creative choices, and once again I say thank you very much for reading and of course for commenting as well!

Kaelah's Corner (Aug 2017): Still Alive

It's been a while (more than three month to be precise), but now we're back. In case some of you were wondering (did anyone?) why there haven't been any new posts on this blog until now – here is why: I have been ill for quite a long time, nothing serious but enough to put me out of action. Which means that Ludwig had to take over nearly all the responsibilities we normally share. That's why neither of us was able to write a post, reply to comments and the like.

There have also been changes in our community I didn't manage to comment on. The two most important ones for me: First, Erica Scott quit blogging. And then Pandora Blake announced that due to the mandatory age verification in the Digital Economy Bill she has decided to stop updating Dreams of Spanking and will focus on other tasks instead. You can read her post about that decision here. The clips that already exist can still be viewed (these are the ones featuring Ludwig and me) but there won't be any new content. I find both changes very sad. Even though I didn't find the time anymore to comment a lot, Erica's blog was one of the few I still read regularly. And I loved what Pandora was doing, even so much that Dreams of Spanking was the only professional spanking porn site I ever did a real shoot with (not counting my rather spontaneous guest appearance at the SM Circus).

Well, so at least a few things haven't changed for the better during my absence. At least now I am feeling better and although Ludwig and I still have to make up leeway in many fields, I am positive that there will be regular updates again on this blog from now on.

The first post I am planning to write will be a blogiversary post (now it's eight years already!). Then I will solve the riddle of the marks on my legs which I showed you in this picture. And finally a very interesting discussion was raised by the commenters on my last post. As some of you observed correctly, it was the first time I casually showed my breasts in one of my pictures. So my third post will be on my thoughts about that subject.

For now, I just wanted to tell you that Ludwig and I are still here and explain why we have gone quiet for so long. We will be away for a few days (I definitely need a holiday, now that I am on the mend), but then normal posting will continue.

A Striped Bottom

In my last Kaelah's Corner post, I showed you a picture with some rather heavy strange marks on my bottom and my legs. Today's post will tell you how the marks on my bottom came about. As most of you might have guessed correctly, the marks on my bottom were from a caning. The photos accompanying this post were taken directly after the caning had taken place, so the marks are still fresh.

Ludwig and I had scheduled some intimate time and Ludwig made a comment about how much caning my bottom would turn him on. Since I am rarely in the mood for a caning (especially taking one!) these days, he didn't really expect it to happen, though. As I prepared myself for our private time, it came to me that we hadn't posted any nice pictures showing cane marks in quite a while and that I would love to take some. Which of course meant I would have to take a caning first – a win-win-situation for both Ludwig and me.

So, I turned to the closet that hosts several of our canes and searched for one I liked. If I was willing to take a caning, I at least wanted to get the chance to chose the weapon. I found a rather heavy unpeeled crooked-handled cane and took it out. Since I prefer thud to sting, it seemed to be the right choice for me.

When Ludwig came into our bedroom a short time later, he found me standing there with the cane in my hands. "What's that about?" he asked. I guess since I frequently am in the mood for topping rather than bottoming nowadays, Ludwig has become cautious when he sees me with a cane... He knows that he still has a severe caning coming and maybe he thought I was about to suggest a training session.

I explained my thoughts to Ludwig and handed him the cane. As you can imagine, Ludwig wasn't opposed to the idea of caning me. He quickly took his chance and the cane from my hands. I was already naked, anyway, so I just bent over the end of the bed.

We agreed on one dozen strokes. "But not too hard, I am not used to being caned anymore at all!" I told Ludwig. Yes, I still try to top from the bottom. But it's the same with Ludwig, so he doesn't mind. When the first medium severe stroke hit my bottom, I wasn't so sure anymore whether the cane had been the right choice.

While the pain might not have been as stingy as the pain from a whippy peeled cane, it still burned and it went deep into the muscles because of the heaviness of the cane. I shared my observation with Ludwig. Obviously he found it interesting, because he immediately continued testing the effect of the cane. Ouch! I gritted my teeth and hissed and moaned myself through the next strokes. I went on tiptoes, bent my knees and wriggled my bottom in a vain attempt to cope with the nowadays so unfamiliar pain. The strokes weren't too severe, but the pain definitely was enough for me!

When the last stroke came, Ludwig of course had to make that one harder than the previous ones. At that stage I was already sweating. I tried to prepare myself as good as possible for the final stroke and then I heard a swish and a crack and the cane hit target for the last time. It ignited one more line of fire on my rear end and I buckled and wriggled in order to relieve the pain.

Then I took a look in the mirror – and realised that there was still a gap between the strokes on the upper half of my bottom and the ones on the lower half. Plus, except for the last one, the red lines weren't as much visible as I had hoped them to be. With my light skin I tend to get pale red lines only directly after a caning, unless it has been really quite hard. The marks easily turn blue later, though.

A looked at the mirror for a moment and handed the cane back to Ludwig. "The gap needs to be closed and I need some more clearly visible marks," I explained. "Well, it was just twelve strokes, I can't cover your whole bottom with that," Ludwig replied. He then complied with my request and focused his attention on the still white part of my bottom. After a few more strokes, he had managed to close the gap.

The pain was still strong, but it had become bearable since I was warmed up by now. So I was ready to take a few more severe strokes as well to round up the picture so to speak. I figured that since I had already taken so much pain in order to get a nice picture, I could take a bit more. Ludwig remarked something about me being a real masochist, but was of course happy to satisfy my wish. And so he gave me a final bunch (was it six?) of more severe strokes that imprinted clearly visible marks on my now already very red rear end.

I made it through those as well, driven by my declared intention to get the marks that I wanted. I was glad when it was finally over, though. It had been my most intense spanking for quite some time and it had been obvious that I wasn't used to the pain anymore at all. A look in the mirror made up for it, though, because there I saw the marks I had wanted to see. Clearly visible dark red tramlines covering my whole bottom. It seemed that Ludwig was satisfied, too.

And so he picked up the camera and we started taking pictures while the marks were still fresh. The rest of our intimate time was postponed until after the photo session. Watching my marked bottom in the mirror made it very easy for Ludwig to get back into the right mood after the interruption, though!

Now you know how the marks on my bottom came about. I hope you enjoy the pictures which we took. I will tell you more about the marks on my legs – which were from another day – in a separate post. Then I will also tell you whether we went to the public pool while I was still sporting the marks or not.