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.