Kinky Japan Part 6: Dance on the Volcano

This is the final part of our series about our kinky adventures in Japan. Here are the first five parts: Pervertible Hotel Facilities, The Onsen, Spanked in a Bathrobe, Tokyo Decadence and A Paddle from Miyajima.

The pictures for this post were taken during a hiking trip in a volcanic area near Kagoshima in the very South of Japan. The scenery was stunningly beautiful and the look into the crater from the top of the volcano was fascinating. Of course, this fantastic landscape called for taking some pictures. Getting these slightly more explicit ones proved to be difficult, though, because there were usually people around. But we waited and managed to find an unobserved moment.

I went as close to the rim of the crater as I could without taking the risk of falling. And Ludwig took the pictures which you can see here. Aren't they great? I thought about a storyline that might fit to those pictures. Maybe the story of a very special sacrificial ritual, not one during which a young chosen maiden is thrown into the volcano but one that involves a ritual whipping of her bottom on the rim of the volcano in order to please the kinky spirit which is believed to live there? Any other ideas? You are very welcome to share your stories in the comment section!

Oh, and lest I forget: You can still participate in our LOL Day vote until Wednesday 19th and decide which clip you would like to watch for free!

Global Day(s) of Delurk 2014

We wish you all a Happy Love Our Lurkers Day or Global Day of Delurk as we like to call it on our blog. As our long-time readers know, we have a very special relationship to this day, which was created by Bonnie and is now organised by Hermione. Thanks a lot to both of you!
 
LOL Day is an annual event where spanking bloggers invite their silent readers to come out of the shadows and say hello. We appreciate you taking the time to read our blog, no matter whether you decide to write a comment, and we would like to thank you for that! As you can imagine, though, a two-way communication is admittedly more fun than writing to a silent mass. That's why we always like to hear from our readers and would like to encourage you to use this day to let us know you are out there.

This year will be your last chance to do so here, since our blog will be closed down next year. It would be great to hear from some of our silent long-time readers, but also to welcome those of you who have just recently discovered our blog and maybe also reconnect with those of you who might have written the one or other comment a long time ago and then fell silent. And of course our more avid commenters are heartily invited as well.

The reason why the Global Day of Delurk has got such a special meaning for the two of us is that our very first contact was on that occasion. Ludwig had already been writing this blog for more than half a year when Kaelah decided to write her very first comment on this blog and come out as a spanko on Love Our Lurkers Day 2008. The rest is history.

To give you an additional incentive for taking the step, we offer you a special vote. We have three as-yet-unpublished caning videos in store, and you can decide which one of them we will publish for free on Sunday, the 23rd of November. Here are the titles of the clips and some background information:

The Ballgown
There are many different spanking scenarios one can imagine. For this clip, we decided that it would be nice to have a caning dressed up in a festive attire. After all, the cane is a classy implement. This clip doesn't have any storyline, it is simply a festive caning in festive clothes.

A Bedtime Caning
This is a rather intimate video. At stressful times it can be difficult to fall asleep at night. So we thought that a bedtime caning might help to release some of the tension and make it easier to sleep well. A short OTK-cane seemed to be the most suitable implement for this endeavour.

Office Discipline
This clip is a role-play scenario. Mr Ludwig is a friendly boss, but he has very high standards. Each Friday evening it is time to look back at the week and talk about the things which didn't go so well and could be improved. And so his secretary knocks on his office door for their weekly jour fixe which does not only involve talking but also the cane.

We hope you like the three very different scenarios on offer. Please make your choice which one you would like to see! All videos involve one dozen cane strokes. Two of the canings are M/F and one is F/M. And two canings are on the bare while one is over clothes (but don't worry, you get to see the marks after all). We decided not to tell you which of the scenes involves what, exactly, and leave it to your imagination. This will hopefully make the vote all the more interesting and maybe also lead to some speculation and discussion between the commenters.

The vote will be open for one week, that is until Wednesday 19th, 11:59:59 pm German time. Votes of real delurkers (first-time commenters) will be counted twice! Anonymous comments will not count (please give yourself a nickname), and neither will comments who just say hello and do not make a vote.

With that, we wish you all two great Global Days of Delurk! Please don't be shy, we look forward to hearing from you. And we are curious to find out which clip the majority of our readers want to watch. To those of you who decide to remain silent: Thank you very much for reading and we hope you have a good time here at Ludwig's Rohrstock-Palast!

Frank And I (Part 2)

(Screenshot from Lady Libertine.)

This is the second part of my little series about the kinky novel Frank and I. You can find part one here. As most of you have already realised "Frank" isn't really a boy, but a young woman called Frances. Charles Beaumont, her caretaker, only finds that out incidentally during another punishment session. This is the scene which I would like to share with you today.

The reason why Frances was disguised as a boy when Beaumont met her is that she is an orphan who was brought to a brothel and fled after having been beaten by the female brothel keeper, wearing clothes which she took from the room of the brothel keeper's son. Since Frank and I is a romance novel, Beaumont and Frances fall in love, of course, soon after he has found out her secret.

The story in the book and in the movie Lady Libertine, from which the above screenshot has been taken, evolve in rather different directions, though. I have to admit that I like the storyline of the book much more than the one of the movie. That is something I will write about in the final part of the series, though, when I will share two scenes from the movie as well. For today, here is the story of the revealing birching:

Just as I had finished lunch, a knock came to the door, and my housekeeper, Mrs. Evans, sailed into the room, gorgeously arrayed in her best black silk dress and white lace cap, with open-work mittens on her hands and a gold chain round her neck. Curtseying to me in the old-fashioned way, she said that she wished to speak to me. I was fond of the good old woman who had been in the house since I was five years old. She had originally come to our family as nurse, and I can quite remember that she used to spank me, and my brothers and sisters, when we were small children. I gave her a chair, saying that I was ready to hear what she had to say.

"It is about Master Francis," she said, smoothing the folds of her gown.

"I thought so," said I to myself. She was a verbose old woman, who liked hearing herself talk, so she took some time to tell her story; but I will condense it, and merely relate the main points.

During my absence Frank had behaved well, and given no trouble until that morning, when he had taken it into his head to make a raid upon the store-room and help himself to jam and various other good things. The store-room maid, who had charge of, and was responsible for the things, happening to see the young marauder, remonstrated with him, and told him to leave the room; but he refused to do so, and on her attempting to put him out, he lost his temper, struck her thrice in the face, and pulled down her hair. The woman, who had been somewhat hurt, and a good deal frightened by Frank's violence, ran crying to the housekeeper, and complained. Frank had been sorry for what he had done, and had apologized to the woman; but she had insisted upon my being told, and so the old lady had been obliged to report the affair to me.

I was much vexed on hearing of his ungentlemanly conduct, and I felt very angry with him. He deserved a flogging, and I meant to give him one. I went to the library, after giving orders that Frank was to be sent to me as soon as he returned to the house.

In about half-an-hour he came into the room and greeted me quietly, but he looked as if he were rather ashamed of himself. He was pale and nervous, and he kept his eyes cast down.

I said: "Frank, I am very sorry to hear how badly you behaved this morning. I should not have taken notice of your pilfering things from the store-room, though that was a contemptible act for a boy of your age: but I am grieved to think that you should have so far forgotten yourself as to strike Jane. It was cowardly and ungentlemanly. I did not think you could have done such a thing. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. I intend to punish you severely. Prepare yourself at once," I added, getting out the rod. He glanced at it with a look of fear, and a hot flush rose to his cheeks.

"I am ashamed, and very sorry for what I have done. I expected to be punished," he said in a low voice, his eyes filling with tears, and his lips trembling. Then, without another word, he let down his trousers, and placed himself in position across the end of the sofa.

I tucked his shirt up and began to apply the rod, and as I was angry with him, I laid on the cuts smartly, raising long, red weals all over the surface of his white bottom. He wriggled, writhed, and cried as the stinging strokes of the birch fell with a swishing sound on his plump, firm flesh, striping the skin in all directions; but I went on flogging him, till at last he could no longer suppress his cries, and he began to scream in a shrill tone, at the same time putting both his hands over his bottom. I seized his wrists and held them with my left hand, while I continued to apply the rod with a little more force, extorting from him louder screams, as well as piteous appeals for mercy and entreaties to me not to flog him so hard. He drew up his legs one after the other and then kicked them out again, he jerked his hips from side to side, and rolled about in pain, half turning over on to his side for a moment, so that I saw the front part of his naked body. And what I saw paralysed me with astonishment, causing my uplifted arm to drop to my side, and the rod to slip from my grasp. In that momentary glimpse, I had caught sight of a little pink-lipped cunt, shaded at the upper part with a slight growth of curly, golden down.

"Frank" was a girl!

This most astounding and totally unexpected discovery made my brain whirl, and for a moment I stood utterly confounded.

As the cuts of the rod were no longer falling on her red, striped, quivering bottom, she had ceased struggling, and lay on the sofa wailing piteously.

I took a long look at the half-naked body lying before me, and I was amazed that I had not discovered her sex on the day I had first seen her figure exposed; for the broad hips, the swelling curves of the plump bottom, and the rounded thighs, were those of a fairly well-developed girl about fourteen or fifteen years of age. And as I realized the fact that I had just been birching, and that I was at that moment looking at the naked bottom and thighs of a young female, I got a most tremendous cockstand. What a sensitive thing is the sexual feeling, and how quickly it is excited!

But while all these various thoughts and sensations were passing through my mind, the girl was lying sobbing on the sofa, and I had to decide as to the course I should take with regard to her. I did not hesitate, but at once resolved not to let her know that I had noticed anything; and I felt pretty sure that she had been in too great pain during the flogging, to be aware that she had revealed her sex in her contortions.

I now told her that she might rise from the sofa; and she struggled to her feet, and slowly adjusted her dress; her whole body shaking with sobs, the tears streaming down her scarlet cheeks, and her lips quivering.

She had received a severe birching, and her bottom must have been smarting and throbbing most painfully. I pitied her, because she was a girl, but I should not have pitied a boy who had received an equally severe flogging for the same offence. At that moment, as she stood before me in her male attire, with short cut hair, it was astonishing how boy-like she was in appearance; she looked just like a lad about thirteen years of age. I felt very much inclined to laugh, but that would never have done; if I had even smiled she would have known that her secret had been found out; so I kept a stern countenance, and addressed her in a cold, hard voice, saying: "Now, Frank, you may go. You have had a severe flogging, but you deserved it. I hope you will never be so ungentlemanly as to strike a woman again."

She wiped her eyes, from which the big tears were still slowly trickling, and walked stiffly out of the room, in perfect ignorance of the fact that her true sex had been discovered.

When the door had closed behind her, I felt rather relieved; for the startling discovery had been so sudden, that it had somewhat bewildered me, and I wanted to be alone, so that I might collect my ideas, and settle upon what I should do with the girl in future. I can always think best while smoking, so I lit a cigar, and took a seat in a comfortable arm-chair. Then I thought over everything that had happened since "Frank"-as I still called her in my mind-had become an inmate of my house; and in the light of the knowledge I had just acquired, I understood the meaning of many things which had puzzled me at the time they had occurred. It was perfectly clear to me now why "Frank" had been so confused when I laughed at "him" for submitting to be spanked by a lady: and I could well understand why she was ashamed to let down her trousers before me; why she was so shy with me after I had flogged her; and why she had always blushed on the slightest provocation. I was also able to account for her curious behaviour some time previously, when she had been so queer and wayward, alternately lively and depressed, and so liable to fits of anger. No doubt this state of nervous excitement had been owing to her having come to puberty, and been unwell with her courses for the first rime. I wondered how she had managed to hide all the tell-tale signs from the eyes of the female servants, who are generally so quick to find out anything of that sort. But she had undoubtedly contrived to conceal her sex, and I was convinced that no one in the house but myself knew her secret.

Kaelah's Corner (Oct 2014): A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away...

 

A very warm welcome, everybody, to the final series of Kaelah's Corner posts. Initially, my plan was to make this the final episode already. After more than five years and consequently over 60 installments of Kaelah's Corner it seemed to be time to call it quits. The reason is that it has become harder and harder for me to find personal kink-related topics to discuss here.

But then I decided that using a final series of posts to take a look back on my journey and some of the topics which I have shared with you in my corner posts including my favourite pictures that went along with the posts will hopefully be an interesting way of closing the chapter. Today's episode will focus on the first year of my writing and what starting Kaelah's Corner meant to me.

When I wrote my first Kaelah's Corner post titled A Very Warm Welcome, I was very new to spanking and it was the first time I introduced myself to the readers personally. I remember that I was very nervous when I published the first edition and very happy when I received so many nice comments. The picture on the very top of this post was the one that went along with the first installment of Kaelah's Corner.

My second and third posts covered the essence of my kink – what I fantasised of and which things I didn't want to explore because they either didn't fit to my fantasies or scared me. The little comic was part of one of these posts, referring to my "saving the ship" fantasies.

Looking back it seems that there haven't been too many changes in both categories, my fantasies and my limits. The main changes concerning my kink are that my vanilla sex-related fantasies have probably become a bit darker than the used to be (and they also involve more people) and that my spanking-related fantasies are much more often toppish than they were five years ago. The former fantasies are mind games only, I don't think that I really want to act them out. Topping on the other hand is something that also has a high appeal for me when it comes to real play.

As far as the limits are concerned, there haven't been many changes, either. The most important one is that I have played with other people and could imagine to do that again in the future. But for this to happen, Ludwig and I must both be in the right mood and feel that we are both comfortable with it. Right now this would be difficult. Since I am usually not even in the right mood for any kinky activities between the two of us, it would feel strange to have kinky adventures with friends at the moment. Once my kinky mojo is back and we have found a new way of regularly enjoying kinky fun together, sharing some scenes with trusted friends from time to time will surely be a nice addition, though.

The next two posts Open Your Mind and Tiger and Dragon were about my relationship with Ludwig. I've just re-read the poem about mates which I published with the second post and I can say that this is still how we both try to live our relationship and treat each other. Of course that is not always easy. When I wrote the poem we were still in the phase of being (almost blindly) enamoured of each other. Yet I am very positive that what I have written at that time still represents our ideal of a good partnership as mates. I very much like the picture of the two of us holding hands which accompanied the post as well.

The following posts were about my first very severe scene which will be published as one of our final videos and about Mood Pictures. Right now I wouldn't want to do such a severe scene, but that level of severity doesn't scare me as much as it did a few years ago, either.

There are two more posts from that first year which I want to refer to. The first one was maybe my most personal post ever on this blog. It was about the question whether it is a good idea to tell one's family and vanilla friends about one's kink. This post was very moving for me because it also focussed on my close relationship with my mum who had died only a short time after I had started my kinky journey and with whom I had shared my secret. The picture showed the singing bowl which my mother had given me as a present for my very first play with Ludwig. I still miss her like hell and wished she could be here to accompany me on my journey of life.

The last post I want to talk about told the story of Ludwig's and my first vanilla sex which was the ultimate first experience with vanilla sex for me. It didn't turn out to be perfect, but I still enjoy the memories of that very special day we shared visiting a park with a Chinese tea house and an old city and the ruins of a castle. I think the picture showing me in my witch outfit is nice, too.

It is funny to remember the thrill which I felt when I published my first posts and every time I received a comment, especially when it was a thoughtful one. When we posted our first Christmas present together, a picture of me after a caning, I was as excited as I went to bed that night, as I used to be on the evening before Christmas or St Nicholas' Day when I was a child!

At that time we also used to have quite lively discussions on this blog which I feel have ceased a bit since. I wonder whether some of the old commenters are still reading our blog?

So, how about you? Can you still remember how it felt when you started out your kinky journey (not matter whether as a reader of kinky blogs or a spanking practitioner or a blog writer)? Did things change over time? If so, how? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comment section! Maybe we will even get together a number of different stories and experiences like in the old days...

The Final Countdown

Normally, this would be the time for another (belated) Kaelah's Corner post. However, we are going to delay that one for a few more days still and use today's post to make an important announcement. "We" is indeed the correct pronoun to use because the two of us are writing this short text together.

We have decided that we will close down this blog next spring, shortly after celebrating the next blogiversary of Rohrstock-Palast in late January. We feel that, after what will then be more than seven years of blogging and more than 500 posts, the time will be right to call it quits.

We are entering a new chapter of our lives both as individuals and as a couple, and we feel that we will be content to end this blog and let it become a thing of the past. We are very happy with the things we have done here, the adventures we have had and the thoughts we have shared with you. But, as Kaelah's mother used to say, everything in life has its time. We have decided that the time of this blog is coming to an end.

One reason is that kink isn't as important to us as it used to be. We will still have it in our lives, but probably not as prominently and certainly not as publicly as it was these past years. Keeping up a kinky blog while not being in the right mindset can be a strain, and this is one aspect of being a kinky blogger which we will gladly leave behind. Another, equally important reason is that we feel we have already done (almost) everything we wanted to do here. We have pretty much covered all the topics, shared all the stories, written all the philosophical ramblings and shot all the pictures and videos we ever wanted. Sure, there are always more ideas one could pursue, but we won't be missing out on anything hugely important if we stop now.

We have made some good, dear friends in the kinky community with whom we will stay in touch. And who knows, we might still visit the occasional party or leave the occasional comment on someone else's blog. In all likelihood, we won't disappear from the Scene completely. But we are looking forward to going into retirement from blogging and making videos.

Closing down the blog not immediately, but in about three months' time will make for an even sadder farewell, in one way. At the same time, we think that it will be nice to have a final countdown instead of a sudden, sharp stop. It will give us time to say goodbye to you, our readers, properly, and you will have the time to say goodbye to us as well if you like. Moreover, we have a set of topics, picture posts and videos which we would still like to share with you. The blog will be much more active in its final few months than it has been recently. We plan on going out with a firework!

As we move into the last, exciting stretches of our journey, we would like to thank you, our readers, for having come along with us this far. It would not have been nearly as much fun as it was without your feedback, your support and your own kinky experiences which you shared with us. We hope that you will stay on for the remainder of the ride and enjoy it as much as we will. We're looking forward to giving Ludwig's and Kaelah's Rohrstock-Palast a magnificent, final hurrah!

Kaelah and Ludwig

Kinky Japan Part 5: A Paddle from Miyajima

  
This is the fifth part of our series about our trip to Japan. Here are the first four parts: part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4. Today's post is about an excursion to Miyajima, a beautiful island on the coast of Hiroshima.

Miyajima is a wonderful place to visit with Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines, good food and nice little shops as well as deer and hiking trails with stunning views. We spend most of our time hiking but we also tasted the great food and took a look at some of the little shops.

And there it was, a collection of nice little wooden paddles, all imprinted with different Kanji wishing their owners luck, health and so on. Of course we couldn't resist buying one! And the inscription "happy marriage" seemed like a very suitable choice, even though Ludwig and I aren't officially married.

There would have been bigger specimen as well, as you can see, but we decided for a smaller paddle. Taking the huge one with us on the plane would have been quite cumbersome!

As I already wrote in my post about our patu from New Zealand, I am very cautious about perverting items with a special religious or cultural meaning as spanking implements. But again, while the idea for this paddle was surely influenced by Shintoism, our paddle is just a souvenir made for tourists. And secondly, erotic spanking for us is something wonderful and positive, anyway, so using the paddle for that purpose doesn't mean we don't respect it.

And wow, the little thing is a really stinger! I couldn't resist to try it on Ludwig, first. The picture above shows the result of a little try-out session on my behind, though. As you can see, the paddle produces a nice red shade. May our paddle from Miyajima prove to be unbreakable for a very long time to come, just like the memories of our wonderful holiday and our love and care for each other!

Which inscription would yo have chosen for your own paddle? One that is available in the paddle store or maybe a completely different one?

World Cup Bets Part 1: Simon

Now the Football World Cup already seems to be over for quite a long time and with it our kinky World Cup bet. As some of you might have seen, our reader Simon was the only one who had the guts to join our little betting community. Afterwards, it was time to collect the debts.

So this is the first of three posts, telling the story of Simon's, Ludwig's and my pay days. We will start with Simon's story today. His wager was really high and so his final tally was 57 cane strokes! One stroke for every point he scored below the maximally possible number of 60, one stroke for every point I scored higher than he did and six more strokes because Germany won the Championship, as I had predicted. You can see the colourful result in the pictures accompanying this post.

And here is what Simon wrote about his comeuppance:

It seems like ages ago now but back in June Ludwig, Kaelah and myself made punishment related bets about the World Cup (see June blog for details). Following the German victory it transpired that I had earned 57 cane strokes a figure that proved that I really shouldn't bet and know less about international football than I thought. Now all I had to do was tell my Mistress about the bet and ask her to deliver the requisite number of strokes. However this would involve confessing that I had made a C.P. related bet with a lady I had corresponded with on the Internet and I wasn't sure how she would react to this. I live a long way from my Mistress and I found myself worrying about it throughout the long train journey and when I'm worried I can sometimes forget where I am and say things out loud. Fortunately the train wasn't to crowded so I hope nobody in the carriage heard anything. I decided that the only thing I could do was just come right out with it at the beginning of our meeting and see what happened.

 
So it was that I found myself naked, facing the wall with my hands on my head whilst Mistress lectured me. It wasn't so much the bet itself that upset her but the fact that I had done it without telling her. In the end she agreed to deliver the strokes but only after I had taken a strapping for my presumption. I assumed the position, bent over the table, whilst she selected her implement. From where I was I couldn't see what she had chosen but he first impact told me that it was one of her heavier straps. For the next ten minutes the only things to be heard in the room were the swish of a heavy leather tawse, the thwack of it impacting on my unprotected buttocks, my groans and me counting the strokes. Finally after some 60 strokes she stopped and I thanked her. My bottom was already very sore and I knew I still had 57 strokes of the cane to come. But not immediately as I was told to resume my position in the corner which I quickly did as I certainly didn't want to annoy her further. She left the room leaving me to ponder my fate but then I heard the doorbell ring and someone enter. Sometimes in the past she has brought people in to look at me in the corner or even to watch part of my punishment and this I find both embarrassing and exciting. On this occasion it didn't happen and after they had had a cup of tea the mysterious guest left. I took this to mean that it would soon be time for my caning and unlike my football bets this time I was right.

The cane she was holding when she entered was 36 inches long with a red handle and was designed for very experienced bottoms. I knew this because it was one of a batch of implements I had bought for her and was what it said in the catalogue. Once again I found myself bent over with my already sore bottom at her mercy. I heard the sibilant swish of the cane and felt the fiery impact. Experienced as I am the first stroke always takes my breath away and and as further strokes fell I found myself wondering whether I would be able to take 57 strokes. By the 20th stroke my backside felt like it was being whipped with red hot wire. Mistress very kindly allowed me a short break after 30 strokes but all to soon I was back in position. After the 57th stroke I was congratulating myself on bearing my punishment but I had forgotten her liking for round numbers. Another 3 strokes fell before I was allowed to raise with extremely sore buttocks and turn and thank her. The cane is probably my favorite implement, I love the sound and the biting impact but 60 strokes is probably my limit and I was glad it was over. My World Cup bet had been honoured and I had received a delightfully severe thrashing. I look forward to hearing how Ludwig and Kaelah fare following their bets. The bets that made an already interesting World Cup even more exciting I hope for all 3 of us. 

Thank you very much, Simon, for having participated in the bet and for sharing the pictures and your story! It was lots of fun indeed. In the next two instalments of this series, you will read about Ludwig and me paying our debts.