Kaelah's Corner (Dec 2017): Another Year Passed By

It's hard to believe, folks, but this is already the last day of 2017! I hope it was a good year for you, vanilla- and kink-wise. For Ludwig and me it was a year of unexpected events, both good and bad. By the end of the year we have made it through all of them and managed to cope with the additional work caused by my illness and the one of our close family member whose health condition has fortunately improved a lot in the past weeks.

In spite of the struggle with health problems and lots of work, 2017 war a good year for Ludwig and me. We both had a successful year job-wise, we spent wonderful days with our loved ones, had a great holiday - and we managed to face all the challenges 2017 brought as a great team. Still, we didn't have much quality time for just the two of us and not much alone-time for either of us to recharge our batteries. And we neither managed to stay in contact with our vanilla friends as much as we would have liked nor to find time for kinky adventures or at least keeping up a regular blogging schedule.

So, our simple wish for 2018 is that the upcoming year might allow us to plan our life a little bit better than we could in 2017, so that we can have more time both for ourselves and for activities with vanilla friends as well as here on our blog. The last weeks gave me some hope since I had the chance to meet a few friends again and – as you might have noticed – write more posts. I hope you had time to read my tailor-made spanking story and enjoyed it!

Ludwig and I wish all of you a good start into the new year and a happy and healthy 2018! If you would like to share anything about your experiences in 2017 and maybe your hopes for 2018, you are welcome to do so in the comment section!

Do you have any kinky resolutions for 2018? Anything new you want to try? Please feel free to tell us about it, too. Maybe we and the other readers will get some inspiration from your ideas! One thing Ludwig and I want to do (apart from finally editing and posting some of our already filmed spanking scenes) is a severe caning with Ludwig on the receiving end which will of course also be immortalised on camera. I hope we will get to that in the second half of 2018!

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 4)

I hope all of you have shared great and peaceful holidays with your loved ones! Ludwig and I had a wonderful, quiet time with our closest family. No huge presents, no labour-intensive seven-course meals, just a good time together, talking, having fun and enjoying tasty food.

As announced, here is the forth and final part of my tailor-made LOL Day spanking story. You can find part 1, part 2 and part 3 here. In the last part, her first-ever birching is awaiting our hero Rosie. So, without further ado, let's see how that one turns out:

The Krampus seemed to have mercy on her, though, because before she could panic even more, she already felt the touch of the birch on her naked bottom. She flinched involuntarily and the trembling of her body became even worse. The birch withdrew, Rosie heard a swish and with little crackling sounds the branches landed on her backside. For a second Rosie didn't feel anything, but then it was as if hundreds of little needles pierced her buttocks.

The stroke certainly hadn't been extremely hard, but it definitely was enough to drew Rosie's breath away. A wave of heat went through her body and she wriggled her bottom, trying to shake away the pain. Oh my gosh, that was different from every kind of pain she had ever felt before! Rosie wasn't sure whether she could take any more of it. While the Krampus gave her time to let the sensation sink in, it came to her how lucky she was that her bottom had already been thoroughly warmed up before. She didn't even want to imagine how a birching on a cold butt must feel like!

She didn't get time to imagine anything, anyway, though, because right at that moment she heard another swish followed by a loud crack. Another wave of pain went through her body and it seemed to be even worse than the first one. She buckled and hissed, and it took her a while to regain her composure again. “Ouch, that stings like hell!” she exclaimed. “Well, then I guess you are lucky that I haven't put the birch into water,” the Krampus stated calmly, “see what a kind guy I am!” Rosie who was normally known for her sassiness and her sharp wit didn't know what to reply to that statement. “It hurts me that the people never seem to appreciate my kindness,” the Krampus continued with a sigh that sounded almost convincing.

Rosie didn't know whether she should laugh or shout at the beast that the birching didn't feel kind at all. She didn't have to make a decision, though, since the third crackling stroke landed on her poor bottom right away, the pain consuming all her attention and energy. This time she let out a shriek and threw back her head. Her knees buckled again and it took her a while to get back into position.

From this stroke on the Krampus settled into a steady, yet slow rhythm. Rosie felt right at the edge of her limit, taking one stroke after the other. She hissed and cried out and wriggled under the strokes and always needed time to recover and get back into position. Sometimes the Krampus supported her by either gently helping her up when she had sunken into the cushions in front of her or pushing her back down into position when she had jumped up from the pain. From time to time it rubbed her bottom with its paws, reigniting the pain on her chastised buttocks with its claws while at the same time soothing it through its soft, hairy touch.

Somehow Rosie managed to get through much more strokes than she would have thought she could. After twelve strokes she was covered in sweat and already thought it might be over, but to her surprise the birching continued. At around stroke 15 she somehow seemed to get used to the pain, being able to absorb it better than before. Rosie stopped struggling and simply let things happen, riding the waves of pain like a surfer. Still she yelled and breathed heavily and squirmed, but inside she felt strangely focussed and calm.

The Krampus's voice seemed to be very far away as it stated: “That was number 23. One more and I think we are done. Seems you are able to take a birching very bravely!” It's paw softly touched her bottom. “You know what they say about the last stroke, though, don't you?!” Rosie absently nodded but didn't give a reply. “Well, this one will show you just what a kind dude I am,” the Krampus said.

Rosie was too worn out already and her body too full of endorphins for the announcement to raise too much fear. She simply waited for what was about to come. The Krampus seemed to take more time preparing for the last stroke making sure that its aim was perfect. Several times the birch softly touched her backside. Then it withdrew and came back with a swish that was much sharper and louder than all the ones before. The swish was followed by a crack that echoed in her ears as the birch crashed into her bottom. Rosie sunk or almost jumped into the cushions in front of her with a loud shriek that resounded through the bedroom, clutching her butt with her hands. She wriggled from side to side rubbing her buttocks in a vain attempt to release the excruciating pain, inhaling and exhaling sharply as she tried to catch her breath. “That … was … mean!” was all she managed to bring out, as she was finally able to speak again.

After a while she stopped moving and lay still, feeling exhausted and calm. Her head had sunken into the cushion, her face to one side, a single tear of relief rolling down her cheek. The Krampus put the birch, or what was left of it, onto the bed and sat down beside her. She crawled into his open arms and let him hold her, enjoying the incredible inner peace she was feeling. Her body was pleasantly warm and the pain in her bottom was suddenly completely gone. The soft fur on the Krampus's body made her feel even more cosy. How long she was lying there she didn't know. Her feeling for space and time was gone.

Eventually she began to move and the Krampus gently helped her up. “Nice marks,” it stated. Rosie took a look in the mirror and was a bit shocked to see her bottom being dark crimson with lots of little dots at the edges of the huge dark red area. She went a bit closer to the mirror to inspect the marks further and even found two little spots that seemed to be slightly bloody. No bloody welts like she had seen in some spanking videos, but that was something she wasn't into, anyway. These marks were just right. Impressive enough to satisfy her and give her a feeling of bravery, but not over the top. She had heard that a birching easily caused little cuts, so the two she had found on her bottom didn't bother her. The Krampus certainly didn't overdo it, although it had brought her right to her limit.

As her gaze wandered back into the room, Rosie was surprised to see the mess the birching had caused. The floor was full of little twigs which had flown into almost every corner of the room. The formerly impressive birch fittingly looked rather worn out as it was lying there on the bed. Rosie smiled at the sight. So that had been her initiation to the birch. It had almost been better than the spankings in the many stories written by Enzo which Rosie had devoured.

She looked over to the Krampus to see how it felt about what had just happened. Only then did she realise that the creature was already back at its original place by the door, reading in the opened golden book. Damn, the Krampus had talked about three offences! it occurred to her. Rosie was sure that she definitely wouldn't be able to take another spanking that evening, though, not even a soft one with the hand.

The Krampus looked a bit irritated, as if it was rereading a certain passage again and again. It shook its head and looked at her. “I can't believe it, you have been such a naughty girl and still St Nicholas has decided to give you a present.” With those words it closed the book, laid it back on the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer.

For a moment the Krampus rummaged in the drawer and then it took out a little box. It held the box up and looked at it from different perspectives. Then it shook the box, the sound confirming that there was something solid inside. Rosie watched in anticipation and tried to imagine what the box might contain. Finally the Krampus opened the lid and looked inside. Rosie was too small and too far away to see what was in there, though.

As the Krampus took out the item the box had contained and Rosie could finally see what it was, her eyes got wider and wider. The Krampus stood up and made its way towards her, carefully carrying the shiny glass dildo in its paws. “Now let's address those naughty, inappropriate fantasies you have. Why don't you bend back over the bed? And spread your legs this time.” Rosie immediately felt a warm rush and a wetness in her nether regions. She smiled as she turned around, briefly catching a glimpse of the snow that had started falling more heavily again through the window. This was going to be the best St Nicholas day ever! Simply supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 3)

This is the third part of my tailor-made LOL Day story. You can find part 1 and part 2 here. Ludwig and I, your friendly atheists, wish all those among you who are celebrating the Christian holiday a Very Merry Christmas and everybody a happy and peaceful holiday season! The fourth and final part of the story will be published on the 26th of December.

The Krampus simply let her stand where she was and moved back to the chest of drawers where it picked up the golden book again. Rosie suddenly remembered that it had been talking about three misdeeds. So there were two more to come. What could it be and what would the beast do to her for them? The Krampus took its time, studying the book as if rereading a long description of her sins. Rosie became nervous again. The hand, or rather, paw spanking had been as hard as she had ever been spanked before. Could it get even worse? And would she be able to take what was coming?

“Tsk, tsk,” the Krampus mumbled. Then it looked up again, dismay in its eyes. “So, you have been lazy, too. Getting up late in the morning on weekends and going to sleep at late times as well. Because of that you didn't manage to do you evening walks as planned, did you?” Rosie gulped.

That one was real. She had been diagnosed with a predisposition for diabetes, but she had found out that she could support her pancreas in its work by regularly going for a walk in the evening after supper. It didn't take long, just 20 minutes, but it could help her to prevent the condition from breaking out. So her plan had been to do a walk about two times during the week and on both Saturday and Sunday. At first that didn't seem like a difficult goal, but after a few weeks she went out less often. Since she usually got up late on the weekends, their supper often was late as well, and in a season when the sunset was already early in the evening, she couldn't motivate herself to leave the house for a walk in the dark.

Johann would never blame her for it. He was a stay-at-home himself and admired her for her resolution to fight the condition before it even had the chance to break out. But Rosie had beaten herself up for her laziness, and she had told Johann about it. Now, being confronted with that topic caused a wild mix of feelings. There was embarrassment, nervousness and a slight attack of fear of what was about to happen. At the same time the edginess of being scolded for a real misdemeanour heightened her anticipation and excitement.

She had hinted at Johann that it might be interesting to include a real event into a scene one day, but she hadn't been sure whether he would ever take her up on it, because for both of them spanking was just an erotic game and they didn't have any intention to practise domestic discipline. Yet the thought of being spanked for a real transgression was undeniably hot and edgy.

Rosie was catapulted back to the here and now when she heard the Krampus's voice again. “Seems that you agree with me on this one,” it stated, its voice now carrying a warm, empathetic undertone. “Let's see how we can motivate you to achieve your goal next year, shall we?” Rosie stared at the Krampus, trying to find out how much of this was just a game and how much was meant for real. The situation really started to scare her, and suddenly, she wasn't so sure any more whether mixing play with real life had been such a clever idea.

The Krampus seemed to sense her uneasiness. Its voice became even warmer and more reassuring, as it continued: “I will later have a strict word with Johann as welt. I think he could be more supportive and offer to accompany you on your walks from time to time. After all, he has gained three kilos of weight this year. I think a bit of exercise would suit him well, too. He admires you for what you already do for your health, anyway, but I think trying to overcome his lack of will-power would be much better than admiring you while staying at home eating junk food.”

These words got Rosie, in several ways. First of all, they put her mind at ease because it was clear that Johann didn't have any intention to punish her for real. Secondly, the perspective of her husband's support in her fight awakened a warm, tingling feeling of love for him. And third, the reassuring way of treatment was exactly what she liked when she read spanking stories. This Krampus was exactly the kind of top that turned her on, the kind of creature into whose hands, or paws, she was willing to give herself.

The butterflies returned to her tummy as she eagerly waited for what was coming next. “Before I have a talk with your lazy husband, let's address your motivation first, shall we?” With that, the Krampus put the book down again and grabbed the birch that had been lying on the set of drawers. Rosie's eyes widened. She stared at the implement in the Krampus's paw.

It was a real birch and a rather intimidating specimen, too! She and Johann had freshly made it together that morning, using branches from a birch tree in their garden. Of course Rosie had been joking around about being spanked with it the whole time, and the thought most certainly was appealing. Rosie wasn't so sure whether the real spanking would be as appealing, though. So far she had only been spanked by the hand and by a light flogger, but never by anything made of wood. The cane was an implement she wanted to try one day, but from her online chats with fellow kinkster Canelover and from what she had seen in spanking videos, she knew that it was a rather severe implement. So she hadn't found the guts to try it for real, yet. And as far as she knew, a birch wasn't so different, maybe even worse.

Rosie stood rooted to the ground, unsure what to feel or do. She felt her hands becoming wet, her heart was racing and her stomach churned. Yet there was a part of her that wanted to do this, was drawn to the prospect of finding out how that birch would feel on her bottom. Since she couldn't move, but wasn't willing to safeword, either, she simply waited, her eyes firmly fixed on the birch, for the Krampus to take the lead. Which it did.

It came over, stopped right in front of her, looked her up and down and finally said: “Let's have you completely nude for your birching. I think wearing your birthday suit is just the right attire for the occasion. Strip!” Suddenly Rosie felt a shyness that was completely new to her. But the look in the Krampus's eyes convinced her that trying to negotiate wasn't a good idea. Hesitantly, she unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom, took it off and neatly hung it up over the back of the chair at a table at the side of the room. Then she bent down with a supple, elegant move and got rid of her trousers and panties which had already been dangling around her feet. The last thing that followed was her white bra.

“Come over to me!” the Krampus demanded. She did as she was told and stood before the beast completely naked. It took all her will-power not to cover her private parts with her hands. She felt vulnerable in a way she had never expected to be possible. Rosie looked down on her feet, trying to avoid the Krampus's gaze. But the creature put one claw under her chin and forced her to look up. Its face showed that it liked what it saw. “Very nice, you have an incredibly sexy body,” it confirmed what Rosie had already guessed it was thinking.

Then the Krampus took a step backwards. “Now, turn around and bend over the bed again.” Rosie found it difficult to convince her body to follow the command. But somehow she managed and soon found herself in the same position which she had already taken for the hand spanking. Only that her whole body and especially her legs were shaking much more now, before the birching had even begun. Her nakedness seemed to sharpen all her senses. For a moment she was afraid she might faint. [To be continued...]

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 2)

This is the second part of my tailor-made LOL Day story. You can read part 1 here. I hope you enjoy the second instalment of the story. In this one the foreplay comes to an end and you'll get real spanking action, promised!

For a moment Rosie pondered what to do. Safeword? A bit ridiculous given the reason that had stopped her from undressing further. But how would Johann react? This was embarrassing! During the whole last year, since they had started with erotic spanking, she had always made sure that this didn't happen. She had always made sure she looked sexy for Johann. A nice perfume, shaved legs, sexy underwear, all the little things that highlighted the erotic undertone of what they were doing.

“I said pull down your pants,” the Krampus snarled behind her, but Rosie could sense from the tone in its voice that it was a bit irritated and unsure what to do. Well, she and Johann had been together for so long now, so who cared? With a sigh, she continued pulling down her jeans until they were dangling beneath her knees, revealing the plain white cotton panties she was wearing underneath. 'Grandma knickers' as she liked to call them. Not sexy, but comfortable.

Hesitantly, she looked back over her shoulder and saw that the Krampus was staring at her plainly wrapped butt. Then an amused smile appeared on its face as it apparently understood what had been holding her back. The Krampus realised that she was looking at him. It looked her straight in the eye and told her: “Bend over right away, I will do the rest.” Its voice was full of pleasant anticipation with a hint of sadistic glee. Obviously, her appearance didn't turn it off at all. Actually, in a way her knickers were much more suitable given the situation than sexy lingerie would have been, Rosie thought as she bend over and rested her hands on the bed.

A shiver went through her body when she felt two hairy hands on her back, first tucking up her white blouse so it didn't hang over her bottom, then grabbing her panties, slowly peeling them over her buttocks and finally letting them glide down to her knees. Her stuck-out bottom was uncovered now, and she could feel the fresh air on her skin, causing her goosebumps.

The warm hairy hands started wandering over the back of her upper legs, and suddenly, she felt a claw tracing a line over her right buttock. She jumped a bit, only to hear a satisfied chuckle from behind. “Nice squeezable cheeks,” the Krampus commented, and a hairy hand with sharp claws pinched her left buttock. Rosie felt that the teasing had a heating effect on her nether regions. Having fallen into the clutches of this scary creature had an undeniable appeal. She pushed her bottom out further to encourage the beast to continue touching her, but it drew its paws away.

“You seem to enjoy this far too much, naughty girl!” The Krampus growled in a dominant deep voice. “I have come to make you pay for your sins, though! Let's see whether we can make sure you are better behaved next year.” It put one paw firmly on her back to hold her down. Before Rosie could breathe in to prepare for what was coming next, the other paw landed hard on her butt.

“Ouch!” Rosie winced. She thought back to Johann's first shy attempts at spanking her after she had confided her long-held secret fantasies to him, and admired how naturally dominant he had become and how much more impressive his hand spankings had become with that. “Good. That seems to get your attention!” The satisfaction in the Krampus's voice was unmistakable.

Another hard blow landed across both of her cheeks. Rosie bit her lip and took in the sensation. Obviously, being spanked by a hairy paw felt different to being spanked by hand. Interestingly, and too bad for her, the fur didn't seem to reduce the impact and resulting pain of the stroke, though. On the contrary, the sensation was heightened by the little stings from the claws which she could clearly feel on her bottom. For a moment, Rosie thought of her online friend Gustofur who had been the first one she had ever talked to about hand spankings. She surely would have to tell him about her new experiences.

The Krampus settled into a steady rhythm, alternating from cheek to cheek, sometimes covering both in one blow. The heaviness of the blows didn't ease off, quite the contrary, and so Rosie wriggled and hissed under the pain, feeling her bottom getting hotter and hotter as the spanking continued. The Krampus's left paw firmly held her down, though, and made sure she stayed in position.

When she buckled heavily and thrust forward after an especially hard blow, she was firmly told to stick her bottom out again, an order that caused a warm tingle in her belly and in more intimate parts as well. As she did as told, the next hard blow followed, the Krampus not showing much mercy with her.

“How many strokes have that been so far?” The question caught Rosie unprepared. Her mind began to spin. How many could it have been? Fifteen? What if she gave the wrong answer? Would the Krampus start over again? She had never been asked such a thing during a spanking! “Now?” The Krampus seemed to lose its patience. “Ahem, twenty?!” It sounded more like a question than an answer. She seemed to be lucky, though. “Right,” the Krampus stated.

“Are you learning your lesson?” - “Well, ...” Apparently the beginning of Rosie's reply didn't convince the Krampus. She felt the paw pressing harder into her back. Before another swat could land on her naked butt, Rosie hastened to answer: “Yes, I certainly do!” The Krampus paused again and after a brief moment of silence stated:  “So, let's give you ten more, just to make sure. I want you to count and say 'I won't waste Johann's money any more.' after each stroke.”

“But...” Rosie regretted her spontaneous reply before she had even finished the word. The Krampus's claws grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up and backwards. “What?!” The threatening undertone in its low voice made her shiver. “Nothing,” she replied meekly. “Good for you!” With these words the Krampus pushed her down again.

Without any pause the first swat landed across her cheeks. Rosie gasped and finally managed to say: “One. I won't waste Johann's money any more.” Slowly and steadily eight more blows rained down on her, one heavier than the other. Rosie whimpered and had to catch her breath to count the strokes and say the little sentence the Krampus had told her to say.

Then it was the last stroke. The Krampus seemed to make an extra long pause. Then it swung back its arm and brought its paw down again, cracking it into Rosie's bottom with a resounding thud, almost making her fall forward onto the bed. Rosie let out a shriek and bent her knees. She shook her bottom in a vain attempt to reduce the pain. This time it took a while before she was able to speak. “Ten. I won't waste Johann's money any more,” she finally managed to gasp.

That last swat had really impressed her. She had never been spanked that hard before. Her bottom was on fire, and it felt like the claws had punctured the edge of her bottom with that last stroke. The heat in her backside together with the Krampus's dominance that felt rather edgy made her hot in other ways as well.

Rosie almost wanted to stand up when she realised that the Krampus was still holding her down. “Seems I've made an impression on you, right?” She could hear the creature smile. Rosie couldn't suppress a smile any more, either, and nodded silently. It most certainly had! “Well, since we are at it...”

Unexpectedly, another swat hit its target which was Rosie's already maltreated bottom. It wasn't as hard as the previous one, but since it caught Rosie completely by surprise, she again almost stumbled forward. “One more for being so careless with Johann's property,” the Krampus stated. The beast really seemed to enjoy this. Another blow. “That one is for not taking me seriously right from the beginning.” A third hard swat that made Rosie hiss again. “And finally that one. Because, well, just because I can.” The affectionate sadism in its voice was undeniable. “Now you are allowed to stand up,” the Krampus stated and took its paw off her back.

Rosie pushed herself back into an upright position. Her legs were shaky, both from her struggle with the pain and from the arousal caused by the whole situation. She bent down to pull her pants back up, but was interrupted by a sharp voice. “Leave those where they are. That way it's clearly on display what a naughty girl you are and what happens to naughty girls, while we continue talking about your misdeeds.” Rosie's gaze fell onto the bedroom mirror as she rose. She took in the picture of herself, standing there with her trousers and knickers down, displaying a dark red bottom framed by little red dots from the Krampus's claws. And next to her the wild creature watching her with glee in its eyes. The sight sent another rush of heat through her body. [To be continued...]

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.

Kaelah's Corner (Apr 2017) Strange Marks

Ludwig and I are thinking about going swimming this weekend. But, as you can see in the picture above, I'm showing some rather strong marks in very prominent spots. I suppose I would be able to cover those on my bottom, but not the ones on my legs. The marks have faded a bit more since the picture was taken a few days ago, but they are still clearly visible.

So I'm not sure whether I should really go. What would you think if you spotted someone at the pool with that kind of marks? What would you guess where they come from? And to all the spankees: Have you ever gone swimming when you had marks from a spanking? How was it?

The marks in the picture are obviously not completely fresh. I will show you a picture of the fresh marks (or at least a part of them) in another post and I will tell you more about the marks on my inner thighs and address the topic of pushing limits.

Concerning marks I feel that my focus has slightly changed. I still like them (especially fresh ones) in spanking pictures. They show that something visible has happened and they cater to my bravery fetish. When it comes to more severe marks from a scene, though, I realise that I am not so keen on carrying those too often and for too long. They are nice to watch in pictures, but in my everyday life they only make things more complicated. Things like going swimming, for instance...

Kaelah's Corner (Mar 2017): The Trinity of Bavarian Education

Today's Kaelah's Corner post will be about a little Bavarian joke. As I already wrote before, Ludwig and I aren't really into face slapping. A few days ago we were told a funny anecdote about traditional Bavarian face slapping, though, which I want to share with you.

It was explained to us that there are three different forms of slaps, jokingly called the Bavarian trinity of education. They are distinguished by the desired result.

First of all, there is the traditional "Watschn". It's supposed to leave a visible hand print on the cheek of the spankee. The second form is the so called "Schelln". That one should have the ears of the spankee ringing for a few minutes. The last and heaviest one is the "Fotzn". After a Fotzn the spankee is supposed to not stand in the place anymore where they did before.

Cute, the Bavarians, aren't they? By the way, Ludwig had never heard this joke before, either. And it is of course a joke, nothing to be tried out for real. As we all know, always play safe!

So, before risking ringing ears from a face slap, better use a cane on the bare bottom. That will have the ears of the spankee ringing, too, but definitely doesn't take the risk of permanent deafness. Quite the contrary, the chances that the spankee will be able to listen better afterwards than they did  before are actually quite good! :-)

Kaelah's Corner (Feb 2017): Get Off My Lawn!

About a week ago I was very proud that I had managed to write this Kaelah's Corner post so timely and would be able to publish it by the end of February. But then life got very busy again - and I completely forgot to ask Ludwig for a final review and publish the post by the end of the month. And so, Kaelah's Corner is a bit late again. Darn! Oh well, I guess that's life.

Today's post is not about kink, anyway, but about blogging in general and about our politics on this blog specifically. Those who write comments here on our blog might have noticed that the comment moderation function was switched on a while ago and is still active.

The original reason was that we got spam mail which the Blogger system unfortunately didn't recognize as such (the spam wasn't posted with the Anonymous option but from a Blogger account). We even pondered whether the spam was indeed posted by a real person who actually selected fitting posts instead of the usual bot. Nonetheless it was real simple spam, linking to vanilla porn sites or whatever. Our hope was that the spam would stop once the moderation function had been activated for a while and that we could deactivate it again afterwards.

It took some time but since a few weeks we only get the "usual" spam again, so maybe our strategy worked or the spammer stopped for a different reason. Despite of that I have decided to keep the moderation function activated. And I am going to tell you why.

One reason is of course that we still get quite a lot of spam and there is always a risk that Blogger doesn't manage to filter out the one or other spam comment correctly. That's not the main point, though. The main reason is that in contrast to what I believed some years ago, I don't intend to publish every comment people make on this blog anymore.

Now don't worry, I am not talking about polite comments from people who don't agree with me on a certain topic discussed on this blog! Ludwig and I are still of the opinion that it is wonderful when people who have different views on a subject talk with each other instead of about each other (unfortunately the latter is very common today, especially when it comes to political views). Even if all participants keep their original opinion afterwards, they might at least have gained a better understanding of why others have a different point of view.

So, that's not what I am talking about. What has changed, though, is my stance on trolls and how to deal with them. A few years ago, I would have published every comment no matter how insolent they were (as long as the commenter didn't insult one of our readers) and written a serious reply.

First of all I would have given the commenter the benefit of doubt. Maybe he or she got something wrong or wrote a harsh comment because of fear of something, like severe scenes? Some things had scared me, too, as a newbie. Of course I didn't write impolite comments because of that, but maybe the other person simply wasn't so well articulated? And even if the commenter was a real troll, then my serious reply would show them how stupid their comment was and that I didn't reply in the same way. And others who might have similar thoughts or fears as the troll but weren't as dull and impolite might be convinced by my arguments, too.

The problem with this approach: It gives real trolls the attention they seek but definitely don't deserve and can lead to a very long, emotionally exhausting discussion. That's indeed what happened once in a while. Ludwig and I sometimes even took the time to debate with trolls (or at least people who weren't able to hold a decent discussion) on other forums or blogs when a topic was dear to our heart.

As a result, Ludwig was called a "true Teutonic demagogue" when he defended Mood Pictures against the "those monsters abuse defenceless (and maybe kidnapped) girls" faction. I, and subsequently Ludwig, were accused of having taken over a threat on another blog when I questioned the comment of some guy and we didn't manage to stop the resulting verbal exchange in which one false accusation after the other was uttered, giving us the feeling that we had to defend ourselves and set things right.

From today's point of view it all wasn't worth the time and the emotional involvement. Which is why I was glad that the moderation function was enabled when we received several stupid, insulting and even threatening comments over the past months. Instead of bothering with them, I simply hit the delete button and they were gone.

Because as I said, we still love to discuss topics and we still love to hear different views. And it's of course okay when someone is very dedicated to a certain theme or opinion and wholeheartedly fights for his or her belief. But - and this is where my view has changed - this is our blog, our home. And that means it's our rules. These rules are simple: This is a blog for decent people who like to participate in a polite and respectful discussion.

So, for all those who either don't have that ability or don't want to make use of it: Get off my (our) lawn! And to the vast majority of polite people reading and commenting on our blog - please take a seat, have a cup of tea and a cookie and make yourself at home. We love to hear from you and always try to publish your comments as soon as we see them. So please don't be upset should it take a while at times until your comment is published or a reply appears. It doesn't mean we don't like you or don't appreciate your comment, it just means we are currently too busy for any blogging activities.

The Bath Towel

In my last Kaelah's Corner post I wrote about my idea to make appointments for sex since Ludwig and I have so little spare time left. Today's post is about the incident which brought up the whole topic.

One evening a few weeks ago, Ludwig was in the mood for a bit of intimacy and asked me whether I was up for it, too. I was extremely tired, though, and had to tell him that the time wasn't right for me. But the next day promised to be less busy, so I suggested that this might be the chance to share some quality time together.

It wasn't really an appointment, rather an option we kept in mind. On the next evening, I was indeed much less exhausted, albeit not really in the mood for vanilla sex. Unlike a year ago I didn't let that scare me, though, and just pondered what kind of intimacy I was up for. It came to me that I would enjoy a hot bath together. After that I could cater to Ludwig's needs and maybe be rewarded with a relaxing massage in return.

Ludwig liked the idea and so we took a relaxing, hot bubble bath together. Afterwards we built us a cozy place for the next things to come. Ludwig came over, wearing only a towel around his hips. Which I grabbed and pulled off him. The towel had inspired me to what I would love to do as well.

So I told Ludwig to lay down, stood above his sexy slim body and used the towel on his naked buttocks. Since the towel was almost dry, aiming and controlling it wasn't really easy. So I couldn't hit too hard, but enjoyed myself nonetheless. I have to admit I am not sure about it anymore, but I think I added some handspanks, too.

Afterwards I made sure that Ludwig enjoyed himself, too. To Ludwig's and my own surprise my submissive side popped up during the process. Thus, instead of asking Ludwig for a massage, I started wriggling my bottom at him after I had lay down. And so the day ended with Ludwig grabbing my hair and catering to my needs as well.

Kaelah's Corner (Jan 2017): An Appointment

As our avid readers know, spare time has become less and less over the past years for Ludwig and me. This affected many aspects of our life, one of them being our sexual and kinky play. Lots of duties and only little time to recharge the batteries means that we now have less time and energy for sex and kinky fun than when we first met in 2009.

That isn't much of a problem for us, though, since we are close to each other on so many levels nowadays that having less erotic time together isn't such a huge loss. Of course, we still desire each other on a sexual level, just less frequently – after a stressful day, a nice dinner and a hot bath together can be the more tempting option!

Still, it can be challenging to find a time when we both have a few hours off, enough energy and are both in the mood for some sexual fun. Which finally brings me to today's topic: It seems to me that making explicit appointments for sex could be a way for us to fix this problem. So this is the theme I would like to discuss today.

Scheduling dates for sex is something which a couple who are friends of ours do. They are still very much in love and still have an active sexual life after many years of marriage. I don't know the details, but I think they have at least one date per week. And it seems to work out very well for them.

If you had asked me about the concept a year or so ago, I would have said that appointments for sex weren't for me, though. Because it would have set me under pressure that I must be in the right mood for sex at a time that was agreed upon previously.

That was not only a problem for me concerning vanilla sex with Ludwig, I had the same problem with kinky events and especially kinky video shoots that involved people other than Ludwig and me. After all, spanking is a very intimate thing for me, too, even if less intimate than vanilla sex. So I was always scared that I might not be in the mood for a kinky scene at the time of the event or shoot, but would have to go through with it nonetheless because the others involved counted on me. Fortunately, that never turned out to be a huge problem, but it was always on my mind.

Today, I am much more relaxed about the concept of scheduled erotic events, not only kink-wise, but also concerning vanilla sex. The reason is that I am not so much caught up in the idea anymore that I have to fulfil other people's expectations.

Concerning appointments for sex, that means those appointments would be made in order to give Ludwig and me both a good time. Nobody can guarantee in advance to be in the mood for sex at a given time. So, having made an appointment between lovers wouldn't mean that either of us would have to deliver a certain performance.

It would only mean that we would set aside time for each other and for being close. And then everything would be possible, but nothing a must. Kinky roleplay, vanilla sex, a handjob for one partner and a nice massage for the other who isn't in the mood for sexual stimulation, cuddling, taking a hot bath together and much more. It would just be a matter of communicating one's mood and one's needs openly and honestly, something which Ludwig and I are really good at.

We spontaneously had a kind of appointment for sex a few weeks ago, which brought up the whole topic I am writing about today. Ludwig was in the mood for sex one evening, but I was much too tired. After thinking for a short moment, I realised that the next day was filled with fewer activities and therefore would be a good day for some intimate time together. So this is what I told Ludwig. And while we didn't really make an appointment by setting a certain time or even agreeing that it would definitely happen, we indeed had a great erotic time together the next day. It involved a spanking, too, so I will write more about it in another post.

I am not sure that I would want to have a regular appointment for intimacy on a certain day of the week at a certain time. But taking a look at possible timeslots for an erotic time together from time to time might indeed be a good idea.

When I contemplated the topic, it came to me that appointments are indeed quite common for spanking play, especially when we are talking about kinky events, group roleplay or play partners who aren't a couple. And I guess many couples plan and schedule more elaborate scenes beforehand, too. After all, for many kinksters, the anticipation is a huge part of the fun!

I suppose that explicit appointments for vanilla sex are less common, though, especially for couples. And at first, the idea sounded much stranger to me than planning and scheduling a kinky scene in advance. Somehow, making a date for vanilla sex only seemed to be necessary for people who want to have sex with someone they are not in a relationship with. But today, I don't find the thought so strange anymore. And I think there could be advantages similar to those of scheduled kinky play, like looking forward to a time of closeness and relaxation. So maybe Ludwig and I will try this out more often in the future.

I would love to hear your thoughts on the topic! Are your kinky scenes scheduled in advance? How about vanilla sex or a mixture of kinky play and vanilla sex? Can you imagine scheduling that in advance, too, or have you actually made experiences with that already? Does it work out? Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section.

Ninth Blogiversary

Today is the ninth blogiversary of Rohrstock-Palast, which I started back in the prehistoric era of 2008. To my horror and amazement, I just discovered that my last post was exactly one year ago - on the eighth blogiversary. Never before has there been such a gap between posts of mine. If it weren't for Kaelah, this blog would be well and truly dead. I suppose we should rename it Kaelah's Rohrstock-Palast.

Obviously, I have not been a very eager blogger this past year, and in the years before when my posts were already pretty rare. I could say that I am very busy with my job and other real-life duties, but that would not be the entire truth. Of course, I could still find at least some free time for blogging - an hour here, an hour there. But blogging can become a job of sorts (it certainly was for me for several years), and I really don't feel like taking on an extra job during what little free time I have at the moment. I just lack the energy and the inspiration for that. Unlike Kaelah, who is much better at multi-tasking, I tend to do things excessively or not at all. Moreover, as I have already said in the past, I've covered almost everything I wanted to write about here, I've done almost every video that was realistically feasible, and there aren't many ideas left that really spark my imagination. Whatever remains to do feels rather like cleaning up and filling in a couple of blanks - worthwhile, but not exactly super-exciting.

That said, it's not like I lost my interest in the blog completely. I still follow everything Kaelah writes, she consults me about almost every post, and I proof-read every one of them. I also still read all the comments. And I can say that my spanking fantasies have become more frequent and more vivid again than they were in the recent past - I guess the absence from the day in, day out job of blogging has helped to re-ignite my kink somewhat. While it probably will never be as existentially important to me again as it was a decade ago when I was a wide-eyed newbie to the spanking community, it's definitely stronger than, say, a year or two ago.

In November 2014, Kaelah and I announced that we would close down the blog the following spring. That was more than two years ago now - so much for things going according to plan! Rest assured, we weren't trying to tease you or play a joke on you. At the time, we really did intend to do precisely what we said we would. But we severely underestimated the time and effort required for the final "firework" of posts and finished videos which we wanted to do, which would have overtaxed us at the best of times - and overtaxed us all the more when our free time became much rarer during the following months and years. Moreover, you know how it is: once you lose touch with any hobby or activity like blogging, it's all the more difficult to get back to a frequent routine.

But enough with the whining and excuses. A blogiversary is a day to celebrate. I am happy that Rohrstock-Palast has made it to the ripe old age (for a blog) of nine years, and I am glad that we still have readers left even though our activity level - mine in particular - has not been great. Thank you for that. Now that we have got to nine, we might as well make the decade complete and go to ten. So you will get to enjoy the blog for at least one more year. And I do sincierely hope and intend to write more again.

There is also the not-so-small matter of editing at least five videos which we have already shot (preview pictures of some of them can be seen in Klingons Do Not Faint!, My First Day At School - On Camera! and A Creative Valentine's Weekend). Some of the material is almost as old as the blog itself, and from that point of view, it's outright ridiculous that it still hasn't been published. But I tell you honestly, it includes the best stuff we have ever filmed, and I want to get it just right. I need inspiration for that, which I haven't had in recent years. Hopefully, I'll have it in 2017. Last but not least, we also have at least one more scene to film. As Kaelah loves to remind me, we are still missing a severe, 50 stroke F/M caning in order to complete our array of videos and restore some balance after several hard caning videos which Kaelah has done as a bottom. I keep telling her that we only have very few fans of F/M stuff and that no one would want to see it, but she is not buying it.

As you can see, we still have some exciting spanking porn masterpieces in the pipeline before we finally say farewell, and I still have a couple of things I would really like to write about. I am not going to give you any schedules or deadlines, because we have done that in the past, and we haven't been able to meet them. I'm taking the George R. R. Martin approach: it'll be done when it's done, I don't know when, but winter is coming. Definitely.

In the meantime, thank you very much for reading and commenting for another year. I'll write more posts than I did last year - that much I can safely promise, I think. Here's to a good kinky season of 2017. Let's see what the future brings.

Ludwig's Belting

In my last Kaelah's Corner post, I told you about my final spanking in 2016. As promised, today's post is about the last spanking Ludwig received from me in the past year which took place a few days after mine.

Ludwig's spanking didn't have any premise other than he asking me to give him some pleasure with my hand and / or mouth and me being in a toppy mood and wanting to have some spanking fun first. So, when Ludwig stripped from his clothes, I grabbed his belt, slipped it through the loops of his trousers, double-folded it and playfully slapped it against the palm of my hand.

Ludwig, ready to position himself comfortably on the sofa for a pleasurable time, looked at me questioningly. I grinned and told him that I wanted him to lay down on his stomach first and not on his back, because I wanted a bit of pleasure, too. Ludwig protested half-heartedly, but did what I had asked him to do.

He lay before me stretched over the sofa, presenting his firm naked buttocks for his own belt. His skin had its usual pristine white colour. That was about to change soon, though.

I didn't waste any time with a warm-up, even though I usually love using my hand for a spanking. Instead, I brought down the belt with a loud crack. Ludwig grimaced and let out a gentle moan. He currently has about as little spanking practice as I do and was clearly feeling the pain. Which of course further increased my motivation.

Slowly and methodically I brought the belt down again and again. Not overly hard – I didn't have the intention to leave any lasting black and blue marks – but not really soft, either. Clearly hard enough to keep Ludwig hissing and wriggling. I enjoyed watching his reactions and how he was struggling to get through the belting. Which he, despite his struggling, of course managed to without losing his composure.

When I was done, Ludwig's bottom had a nice red colour and he was reminded how painful things can get when I am in a genuinely toppy mood. It made him ponder whether it had really been a good idea to ask me for a final severe caning which Ludwig wants to do on video for the amusement of the viewers and to make up for the severe canings which I have done as a bottom. Well, I'd say it's too late for these kinds of worries now that I am already looking forward to that scene!

Ludwig's belting was over, though, and I was content. So, I told Ludwig to turn around and we switched to things that definitely provided him with more pleasure than the belting had. The only bad thing about the comfortable position for Ludwig was that I couldn't look at the results of my handiwork (or, rather, beltwork) while making Ludwig hiss and moan again, this time with slightly different sounds!