Monday, May 31, 2021

Kaelah's Corner (May 2021):
The Switching Top

After almost two months of silence I am back for another Kaelah's Corner post. Last month, I didn't even manage to publish my Kaelah's Corner. Ludwig and I are so busy with a vanilla project that all we do is work, look after our children, and sleep. Actually, we almost aren't affected by the current Covid-19 restrictions, since we haven't got time to meet other people or make any excursions, anyway. What affects us, though, is that the kindergarten is closed frequently due to various Covid-19 related issues, which doesn't make it any easier to meet our schedule.

Still, I wanted to write at least a brief Kaelah's Corner post this month to let you all know we are still out there. And I've found a kinky topic, too!

As I have mentioned a few times, my kinky fantasies have changed a bit with my age. I usually can't imagine the real me in the position of a bottom in a spanking scene anymore. So, when it comes to spanking fantasies, I usually go back to the ritual spanking stories which I have always enjoyed very much. And when I fantasise about that kind of scenario, I nowadays find myself more in the role of a spectator or narrator, switching between the views of the different characters involved. I suppose I still think more about what the bottom feels than about the top, but I don't imagine the real me in that role.

In my formal naval fantasies, for instance, the tops usually were and still are older and more experienced officers and the bottoms promising youngsters who will most probably one day be in the very same position as their superiors are now. And the tops in my fantasies all have once been in the very same position as the cadets or young officers whom they are leading now.

I always had a thing for tops who are willing to switch in real life, and I love the idea that the power imbalance between the characters in my spanking fantasies is only temporary and that the characters can evolve over time. Recently, I've come to realise that there is one story-telling element which I find especially attractive right now in that fantasy cosmos.

And that is when one of the tops mentally goes back to the time when they were a bottom themselves during a scene. The most appealing plot which contains that element for me is the following, for example in a naval setting:

A cadet is punished by the Captain of the ship because he has undermined the authority of the First Officer in public. As usually in my fantasies, he didn't mean to offend (my bottoms are almost always good guys), but acted without thinking. The corporal punishment takes place in the Captain's office, and the First Officer is watching the punishment.


But he is not enjoying it (just like the Captain, who only does what he thinks must be done). Instead, he actually feels sorry for the young man. Sensing the cadet's nervousness, shame and fear, the First Officer is very sympathetic, being transported back to a time when he found himself right in the same position with the Captain as a young cadet on the ship many years ago.

In my head, I then play out the punishment scene of the First Officer first, followed by the scene of the cadet with the First Officer watching. So I see the first scene from a bottom's perspective, but since it's a retrospective the top perspective of the now-First Officer is in there, too. And then there is the second scene, mostly watched from the top perspective of the First Officer, not in the role of the acting top, though, but as a sympathetic observer. Both mixtures as very appealing to me and something I can mentally dive into.

How about you? Would you find any such mixed perspectives interesting? Or do you prefer clear roles – a top is a top and a bottom is a bottom? I am curious to hear about your thoughts! Maybe I should one day write down one of the mentioned scenarios and share it on this blog?

Please stay safe and healthy, all of you! I hope that I'll at least be back for another Kaelah's Corner post next month.

Friday, April 2, 2021

Kaelah's Corner (Mar 2021):
The Curtain Stick

While working through old stuff some days ago, Ludwig and I came across an old curtain stick (not a curtain rod, but a kind of stick used to open and close the curtain). Of course, Ludwig had the same thought that probably most of our readers would have. He called me with a glee in his eyes and said: "Bend over. I have to try this."


Being the obedient and submissive wife that I am, I of course did as he told me. Ludwig took aim, swung back his arm, I heard a swoosh, a crack – and jumped up with a surprised "Ouch!" because the stick had left an unexpectedly sharp pain on my right buttock. "Are you nuts?", I snapped (okay, maybe I am not so submissive after all), "that thing stings like hell, even over my trousers – plus, you only hit my right buttock!" For some reason Ludwig didn't seem to have much pity for me. Quite the contrary, he somehow looked rather content.


"Now I want to try that, too, just so that you know how much this thing hurts," I said, and took the stick out of Ludwig's hands. "Okay," he sighed, and bent over. I took aim, trying to cover both buttocks with the plastic stick and not to hurt Ludwig with the broader handle. I swung back and hit Ludwig's backside a little bit too high for my taste. It didn't seem to bother him, though. As a matter of fact he didn't seem to be impressed by the stroke at all.


"Damn, I am out of practice! My aim was to high, I have to try that again," I exclaimed. "Hey, why do I get more strokes?" Ludwig protested. But he let me try again, two times. My aim got better, but for some reason Ludwig seemed to be much less impressed by the tool than I had been. "It's not that bad," he told me. Maybe I was going too soft? Slightly irritated and a bit disappointed, I gave up. My aim wasn't good enough for harder strokes, and maybe Ludwig simply was tougher than me.

A while later I was in the bedroom, took down my pants and looked into the mirror. And what did I see? I called Ludwig and showed him the marks, or, rather, the single mark on my right buttock. It looked like a mark from a broader kind of cane. "Oh, nice," Ludwig exclaimed. "But why is it only on my right buttock?" I asked. Then it came to me.



"You hit me with the handle, didnt't you?" I asked Ludwig. "Yes, of course!" he said. "But the handle is too broad and too heavy. I did my best NOT to hit you with it," I protested. "I thought it was a bit like the tip of a riding crop," Ludwig explained, "so I had to try it out." "Try it out on YOUR bottom the next time!" I grumbled. But I had to admit that the mark left by the handle was beautiful. And at least now the riddle was solved where the sharp pain on my right buttock came from and why Ludwig had been so unimpressed by the curtain stick.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to take a picture that day. But when I looked into the mirror the next morning, I realised that the mark still looked almost like it had the evening before. It hadn't become much paler, and the skin hadn't turned blue, either. So I used the opportunity to make a picture for you.

Despite the nice mark, the curtain stick won't stay with us. It simply isn't really suitable as a spanking implement. But at least we now have a picture to commemorate it. And with that we wish all of you, who celebrate it, a Happy Easter. And a happy rabbit feast to all of you from your friendly atheists.

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Kaelah's Corner (Feb 2021):
Trying Out New Kinks

Welcome to another belated edition of Kaelah's Corner. The pandemic still has us in its grip (I just mistakenly wrote in tits grip, whatever that means ;-) ). I came to realise that Covid-19 doesn't only affect our private lives and kink, but of course the businesses of kinky sex workers and producers, too.

Some of them have made a virtue out of necessity and have begun to shoot more solo material and use the more intimate setting to try out new kinks. Among them are Ariel Anderssen (aka Amelia-Jane Rutherford) and Leia-Ann Woods. Pandora / Blake also had to find new ways to make clips for Dreams Of Spanking. And among their new clips there are a few solo ones as well.

My own fantasies don't always revolve around CP any more, either, but also around more BDSMy and more explicit things. I suppose it's nothing I really want to try out for real, but it is fun to play around with the idea of having sex in front of others or with a group of women in my fantasies.

And so I also enjoy watching more explicit stuff nowadays. One kink that especially caught my interest when looking through Leia-Ann's new videos was humping things / grinding. Funnily, Pandora / Blake just put up a new video which involves that as well. Of course that kink is predestined for solo videos – and for solo action at home.

Now, in stressful times, I am unfortunately very rarely in the mood for anything sexual. But one evening when I had the equally rare situation of being all alone in front of my computer, looking at some kinky videos made me want to experiment a bit with a table, too. And indeed I found it a very satisfying experience.

The day after I told Ludwig about it, and he was very eager to watch when I experimented the next time. I was a bit unsure at first – it's already hard for me to get into the right headspace when I am alone nowadays, having my husband watch is not something that makes it easier (when I am playing out scenarios with spectators in my head, they are all fictional and nameless). Fortunately Ludwig understands that – he completely loses his focus when I try watching him going solo, too.

But a few days later I gave it a try, nonetheless, and while it was a bit more difficult to get in the right headspace, it worked. And so I got to share my new experiments with Ludwig, and he enjoyed watching my sexual self which comes out so rarely these days.

It made me think about what the fellow kinksters among us who are solo do in these times. Is trying out new things and maybe sharing them with play partners via video a way to get through this pandemic? Experiences, anyone?

Monday, February 1, 2021

Kaelah's Corner (Jan 2021):
Helping Out With a Topic

Yesterday in the midst of bringing our kids to bed, Ludwig and I met in the bathroom while the little ones were still running through the house. "I am so tired," I told Ludwig, "but there is still so much to do. And it's the last day of the month, so I should also write a Kaelah's Corner post. But I haven't even got a topic!"

Ludwig, who had been brushing his hair, didn't hesitate a moment. He took his wooden brush and slapped my bottom with it several times over my pyjamas. Then he grinned with satisfaction. "Now you've got a topic," he announced, "my pleasure." And with that he went back to business. That's Ludwig – never too busy to lend a helping hand! ;-)

About one hour and a long good night ritual including a huge tantrum by a tired kid later, I found myself lying in bed, so tired that I fell asleep together with our little ones, as I do so often these days. So no post was published that day after all.

Today I had a long working day and when I came down for supper it was a bit later than usual. During supper, Ludwig suddenly said: "You've been late for supper again without giving me a quick heads-up. So I'll give you another topic for a post. Isn't that great?"

He smiled. And then he laughed about the angry glances I shot at him. Ludwig knows exactly that I'm not into domestic discipline and he loves to chaff me about it. Actually Ludwig isn't into the real thing, either, but finds the idea of using real topics for play sessions appealing, no matter whether as top or bottom.

Now, some hours later, it is Ludwig who has fallen asleep together with the little ones. And so I am sitting here alone in front of my computer without getting the announced – no, not punishment (I leave that to your kinky fantasy, in case you're into that kind of storyline) – massage for my hurting shoulders Ludwig wanted to give me.

But at least I have managed to write a post despite my tiredness! And I've got a topic, or at least a question: "What was the most impressive, the funniest or otherwise most memorable spanking quickie you've ever experienced?"

Please stay safe and healthy, everyone. I hope in a few months we will have made it through the worst part of this exhausting pandemic!

Monday, January 25, 2021

Thirteenth Blogiversary

“Man plans, and God laughs.” Even though I’m an atheist, the meaning of this old Yiddish saying resonates with me: life is full of uncertainty. This was especially true in 2020, when the COVID-19 pandemic disrupted all our lives.

Thankfully, Kaelah and I were able to deal with it relatively well. As parents of two young children, we didn’t have much of a social life in recent years, even before the pandemic. So that wasn’t really new for us. We were also used to working from home already. As a result, we were relatively well prepared for the new situation. Still, the last ten months have been quite stressful and taxing for us, as they undoubtedly were for all of you.

Returning to blogging or editing kinky videos wasn’t an option for me under the circumstances. There simply wasn’t enough time, and even if there had been, I probably wouldn’t have been in the right mood for kinky writing or kinky filmmaking. Kaelah continued to keep the blog going on a semi-regular basis, and that was all we were able to do.

The COVID-19 pandemic reminds us what is really important in life, and needless to say, there are more important things than BDSM – in order to have a healthy and fulfilling sex life, you have to be healthy in the first place. So, I hope that you are all doing okay, that you stay safe and that you aren’t suffering from cabin fever quite yet. Let’s hope that we can all return to some semblance of normalcy over the course of 2021.

In any case, since I started this blog on 25th January 2008, today is my thirteenth blogiversary. I’m using this occasion to give you a quick heads-up, and basically, everything I wrote this time last year still applies: as soon as I get enough time, I’m going to write a couple of posts which I still need to write in order to tie up some loose ends, and I’m going to edit and publish a couple of videos which Kaelah and I have already shot. I can’t promise you when that will be, but I can promise you that we won’t close down the blog until everything is finished. We also still have a major F/M video to shoot, and I hope to get that done sometime this year as well.

In the meantime, take care of yourselves, and hang in there. I’m optimistic that the COVID-19 situation is going to improve significantly in the coming months, due to warmer weather and mass vaccinations. And hopefully, we will all be able to go back to doing the things we like – including BDSM and blogging.

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Kaelah's Corner (Dec 2020):
New Year's Fireworks

I hope you all had happy holidays, despite these unusual and difficult times. 2020 has been a very strange year due to Covid-19. For many people at least here in Germany, New Year's Eve will be different, too. Selling fireworks was banned, and in many places making fireworks won't be allowed, either. The reasons are to prevent accidents, since the emergency rooms in the hospitals are needed for Covid patients, and to prevent big groups of drunk people standing together without wearing masks and keeping enough distance to each other. Furthermore, only two households are allowed to spend the evening together, with a maximum of five adults.

Interestingly, for Ludwig and me, both restrictions don't make much of a difference. Maybe that says something about how boring we have become! Anyway, we are looking forward to a nice dinner in a very small circle. And the restrictions gave me inspiration for a little story:

She stood by the window and looked outside into the dark. It was twelve minutes to midnight. He stepped behind her and took her into his arms. "What's up. You're looking sad. Are you thinking about the parting year? Or maybe about the upcoming one?"

She sighed and shook her head. "No, I was just thinking about how New Year's Eve is so different this year from how it used to be. No friends, just the two of us sitting on the couch all evening, watching TV." She turned her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love to be with you. But New Year's Eve used to be so special – the laughter, the party games, all those crazy things we did together. And then we went upstairs on the roof terrace to watch the fireworks lighting the whole city. All the cracking, whooshing and swishing, and the colours – red and blue and green. I miss that!" She hung her head.

He patted her head and for a moment they stood there in silence. Suddenly he stood up straight, though, and turned her around. "I've got an idea! We might not be allowed to meet all of our friends or to have any fireworks, but I think I will be able to give you some of the things you might be missing!" He took her by the hand and dragged her upstairs. He then sent her to the roof terrace and told her he would come in a minute.

She went outside, wondering what he was up to, and the cool air instantly made her feel better. A minute later he came, holding a notebook in his hand. He put it down on the table in front of her and she saw that he had started a video conference with two of the couples they were friends with. Bill and Macy as well as Steve and Sandra waved at her from their couches. She smiled and waved back.

Suddenly she heard his voice behind her. "Carol is missing you and all the cracking and swooshing and the shining red and blue colours on New Year's Eve," he said to their friends on the monitor. "And so I thought I might give her some of that for a happy start into the new year! - What's the time?" "11:58!" their friends replied in a chorus.

"Than it's time to get ready for the fireworks!" he exclaimed and presented a cane he had been hiding behind his back. "Drop your pants, honey!" For a moment she was speechless. She looked at him and then at their friends in disbelief. Suddenly it dawned her – he had chosen two special couples out of their numerous friends. The two whom they knew to be as kinky as them! They had never done any kinky play together, though. Only lately had they started talking about the possibility that they might, maybe, one day ...

Finally she found her voice again. "I don't know ..." she said, suddenly feeling very insecure. "But I do, trust me," she heard his warm, reassuring voice from behind. On the screen she looked into four encouraging and obviously delighted faces. "But the neighbours ..." she started. "... can't see us up here and won't be able to hear us, either – at least if you aren't too vocal," he ended her sentence.

One more time she looked at him and on the screen and with an "Okay, screw it!" she started opening the buttons of the tight jeans she was wearing. As she pulled down her jeans and then her red panties, she realised that her fingers were shaking and her heart was racing. She didn't have much time to think, though, because her friends started shouting the countdown for the new year, while at the same time she felt the cane softly tapping her naked behind. "Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one ... Happy New Year!"

And with those words very special fireworks started to greet the new year. With cracking, whooshing and swishing; and with colours – bright red and a little bit of blue. Together with their friends who were watching with glee! And after that, the funny and crazy games went on – apart from their friends and yet closer and more intimate than they had been before. A promising start into the new year!

With that Ludwig and I wish all of you a wonderful New Year's Eve and a great start into a happy and healthy New Year!

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Kaelah's Corner (Nov 2020):
An Awful Day

It was an awful day. He sat in the kitchen, totally tired, not having slept well, and drank a cup of coffee that definitely was too thin for his taste. When he looked outside, he saw – absolutely nothing! It was still completely dark, although it was a quarter past seven already, as his watch told him. Time to hurry up. The newspaper hadn't been in the letter box, so his morning ritual was screwed, anyway. He poured away the rest of his coffee, rinsed his cup and put it into the dish washer.

On soft feet he walked through the hall, not wanting to wake his wife, who had been working late shift and had a day off today. He put on his right boot, only to realise that the left one was missing. He searched the whole wardrobe, but couldn't find it. Obviously, the crazy dog had once again taken and hidden one of his shoes. Mumbling curses, he put on his summer shoes instead, knowing that his feet would be extra cold in them. Yep, it definitely was a crappy day!

And it wasn't supposed to get any better. He shuddered when he thought about the extra long meeting with his whole team that lay before him. How much he wanted to get back into bed and cuddle with his wife instead! But of course that wasn't an option, so he put on his warmest coat and hat, grabbed his briefcase and opened the front door.

As he stepped out, he was welcomed by an ice cold breeze and saw that a freezing rain had set in as well. Of course it had, because this was possibly the most f...ed up day ever! He grunted with disgust, grabbed his briefcase harder, pulled his hat deeper into his face and determinedly started his way to the bus stop.

He didn't get very far, though, because before he had even taken a single step down to the front garden, his right foot hit something hard. He looked down and saw – his missing boot! He picked it up. It was freezing cold and much heavier than it used to be. He reached into it, and when he pulled out his hand again, it was filled with chocolate and nuts.

It took him a second to realise what was going on, but then a childlike smile appeared across his face. It was St Nicholas' Day! The last time his boots were filled with chocolate, fruits and nuts on St Nicholas' Day must have been about twenty years ago. But this year, someone apparently had put in a good word for him with St Nicholas – and he already knew who it had been! He put his briefcase aside and carefully carried the boot back into the house.

Well, at least that was what he intended to do, when his gaze fell onto another item lying on the ground. For a moment, he stood rooted to the ground, unable to take his eyes away. He then exhaled, put the boot down again, and reached for his new finding. Cautiously he held it in his hands and curiously looked at it from all sides.

It was indeed a birch! And not a fake one, but a real, heavy, freshly cut birch! He smelled the fresh wood and admired how beautifully the birch was tied with a red ribbon. Never in his life had he held a real birch before, and he was surprised by how heavy it was. Then he saw the little note that stuck in the ribbon. He pulled it out and opened it. It read: "For a nicely naughty boy." Now he felt warm despite the cold air and his thin shoes, and there were butterflies in his stomach.

For a minute, his head was filled with hundreds of pictures and emotions. Then he returned to reality, becoming aware that it still was a working day and that he really had to hurry up now if he didn't want to be late for his meeting. So, he took up his boot and carried both, the boot and the birch, into the hall.

As he stood there, thinking about where to put his findings, he felt that someone was looking down at him from upstairs. And indeed, it was his wife, wearing cozy pyjamas. She smiled at him, then looked at his shoes. "You'll better take the boots, it's really cold outside," she said. He nodded, carefully poured the goodies out of his boot on the small front hall table, lay the birch down next to them and exchanged the summer shoes for his boots. "Now go, you're late already. Have a wonderful day – and don't come home too late!" - "I certainly won't."

With a smile, he turned around and left the house. The freezing rain had turned into snow. He quickly walked to the bus stop, enjoying the lights that were beautifully reflected by the white snow. The air was fresh, and he was comfortably warm in his coat, hat and boots. He had just reached the bus stop when the bus came around the corner.

He decided to make a small stop at the bakery next to his office and get some Danish pastry for his colleagues. Lately, he hadn't had the time to talk to many of them, at least apart from coordinating deadlines. Their team building meeting would surely be nice. And then he would do something he hadn't done in ages, either – leave the office early.

This really was a wonderful day, maybe the most wonderful day ever!