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Well, I wrote the other day about how excited I am about Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica . Now, I get to really share some of that excitement with you, my dear readers, because the editor (and author of one of the stories in the anthology, Rachel Kramer Bussel, has stopped by this blog on Day 4 of her Spanked virtual book tour. Here’s what we talked about:

Zille: Despite their myriad differences, all these stories have something in common: you selected them for this anthology. What are the common factors that made you choose these stories for publication?

Rachel: This was one of my easiest anthologies to edit, because the stories, for the most part, just worked. I did a private call for submissions, asking my favorite writers to send me stories, and the ones they turned in surpassed even my greatest expectations. I already edited Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 1 and 2 and wasn’t sure how much more great spanking erotica was out there, but they went above and beyond. It’s hard to say, though, exactly why I pick a story. Usually it either works immediately, or it doesn’t. A good story has to grab my attention and not let it go. It has to take me place I haven’t been, or places I have been, but in a new way.

And what I like about these is that they each bring a different nuance to the topic of spanking. They get into the motivations as well as the actions, which is really what makes a story. So I’m not sure how much they have in common save for really powerful, hot, arousing writing that gets into the heads of spankers and spankees. I usually get way more stories from the spankees point of view, which I understand; it’s easier to write, in a sense, but I’m always looking for hot stories from the spanker’s viewpoint as well. I’m editing Bottoms Up, the sequel to Spanked, right now, and, as always, want to get a really good mix of spanking viewpoints, styles, implements, and scenarios.

Zille: You say that you don’t normally like Daddy/girl stories, but you include a story called “Daddy’s Girl” (by Teresa Noelle Roberts) in this book. What made that story hot for you?

Rachel: I think she just nailed that particular form of roleplaying so well. She explained it, without taking the reader out of the story. She also makes it clear that while Daddy/girl play is familiar for this couple, what “Daddy” is doing is a bit out of the norm. He pushes her buttons, and she’s not quite sure what to expect. That I loved, because she made it clear that this is something she enjoys. Other than that, I’m not entirely sure, but if I had to pick a favorite in the book, one story that consistently makes me wet every time I read even a portion of it, it’d be “Daddy’s Girl.”

Zille: These stories range the gamut between people getting spanked for the first time (such as in Donna George Storey’s “A Rare Find”), and well-established spankos pushing intense limits (as your own story, “The Depths of Despair,” exemplifies). In putting an anthology like this together, are there any fears that a section of your readers will be too jaded to enjoy the former, and another part will be freaked out by the latter? How do you walk that line?

Rachel: It’s a tricky line to walk, certainly, especially because I truly hope this book appeals to newcomers who may or may not ever actually engage in spanking, as well as seasoned spankophiles. I made my book trailer deliberately “light” so as to give a sense too of the playfulness of spanking, because that can be a big part of it. But the darker aspects, the ways a spanking can linger on our skin and in our minds, far after it’s done, are just as important. I’m sure there are things in here that will freak some people out; there are things in Spanked that freak me out, but I think that’s a good thing. I also hope people finally figure out that it’s okay to read about fantasies, to grapple with them, to use erotica to figure out what intrigues you, what you might never want to do, what you might do with the right person, under the right circumstances. I really hope the book appeals to people across the spanking spectrum, even people who might never have considered it before. And remember, just because you want to read about something doesn’t mean you’re signing up to get spanked for hours on end. Reading is such a safe form of exploration, because you do it alone and can sort out your thoughts, turn-ons, and turn-offs.

Zille: These days there are so many free spanking stories online, but people are still buying erotic books. What is it about erotica in book form that keeps people coming back for more, even in the face of such wide-spread and easily obtained competition?

Rachel: I think books will always be alive and well, especially erotica (though I’m happy to report you can buy Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica for Kindle now). Especially for erotica, though, I think people want something tactile. You can curl up in bed with a book, masturbate with it held close, as opposed to a computer screen. There’s something intimate, to me, about owning a book; it’s yours, and you can write in it or earmark the pages. You know which parts are your favorites, and erotica is a genre where there’s a lot of rereading. Also, you can spank someone with a book! So while I’m totally supportive of online erotica and am happy to see that market flourishing in terms of online publications and e-publishing, I will always be an erotica book buyer and reader, and think plenty of others feel the same way.

Zille: In “Daddy’s Girl,” there is a paragraph that reads,

Soon, my ass feels huge and hot and tender, but in a good way, like huge and hot and tender is it’s proper state, and I’ve been waiting for years, not knowing what I was missing, for someone to repair my sad unspanked bottom.

This sums up exactly how I feel during a spanking. As a fellow spanking-enthusiast, does that description work for you, as well? Does it seem to you, as it does to me, that the desire for a spanking is more than just masochism, there are other “needs” inextricably enmeshed in craving a spanking and the resulting satisfaction from getting one?

Rachel: For me, it is about much more than just masochism. I’m a switch, though probably more of a bottom, but spanking reigns supreme in the activities that, without fail, turn me on, and very quickly at that. For various reasons, I don’t get to indulge my love of spanking very often, so when I do, it kindof sweeps me away, as it did for this character. It’s hard to do a spanking scene (bear with me) half-assed, whether as top or bottom. When someone is only halfheartedly engaging in spanking, it just doesn’t work, or at least, doesn’t work as well as it could or should.

For me, so much of the magic of spanking comes from finding the right partner to connect with, someone who can push me right up to and maybe over my edge, but who gets why I find it hot. If they don’t get that, sure, they may technically know where to hit and know what they’re doing, but they may leave me cold. What I’ve found in working on these stories and interviewing the authors about the motivations of their characters is that spanking taps into so many deeper emotions and needs. It can make the person being spanked extremely vulnerable, and a good top plays with that.

I got caned for the first time in January, and that helped inspire my story. There were so many moments where I almost called it off, where I was so scared of what would happen next, and then I realized I could just work with that fear. I could cry it out, and that the pleasure and the reward of having gone through it would outweigh the momentary pain.

Zille: As you worked on putting this collection together, did you used any of these stories as inspiration for your own personal playtime (alone, or with a lover?) If so … details please!

Rachel: Spanking is one of those activities that for me really only works with a lover (or two). I can get completely turned on fantasizing about it or reading about it but then I’m kindof stuck with myself, though I’ve been reading about self-spankers, which I find interesting. I think the story that really blew my mind and gave me much fantasy fodder was “Daddy’s Girl.” Daddy/girl roleplaying has always been something I’ve skipped over reading about, feeling very removed and a bit squicked by it. But that story pushed me over the edge and made me see the possibilities for it.

I’m hoping to incorporate some of the fantasies I’ve had since working on Spanked into my personal life. It’s not always easy, though, because believe it or not, I can still be very shy about asking to get spanked. Anyone who has the guts to do so, I salute you, and recognize how brave and bold an act that is. I’m amazed, though, at how just reading about spanking or looking at spanking photos, can turn me on; other things turn me on, too, but not as quickly or powerfully as spanking.

Also, and I’m not sure I should say this, but I’ve been spanked by more than one author in the book. That is all I will say about it, other than both authors have very good spanking hands, kinky minds, and stand out in my spanking memories.

Zille: I have to say, hearing that you’ve been spanked by some of the authors of Spanked does add a serious titillation value — it’s so hot to think about! Maybe for the next book you can get all the authors to spank you for the promo video!

Thank you, Rachel, for taking the time to answer my questions! This was really fun, and you’re welcome back on this blog any time!

Last night my Master had finally come home, and after I served dinner (moussaka!) and we’d watched a couple episodes of Waking the Dead while we snuggled, I asked permission to go to bed because I was exhausted from cooking (moussaka is not an easy recipe!) and going to a business meeting that day (and over an hour on public transport either way!) He gave me permission, but then I begged him to come snuggle me a bit more before I fell asleep, and he kindly came with me to bed.

We snuggled and talked about a number of things, but conversation led to a thought I’d had while stuck on the train, which was what we might “get up to” this weekend. I thought about shooting a CP video, and wondered what we might do. A few days ago, a search term used to find this blog was “caning and anal sex video.” So I started thinking of him putting me over the punishment chair and caning me for the video, and then fucking my ass while I cried.

Suddenly, a rational (and seldom heard) voice in my head said, “That’s really going to hurt — why do you want that?!” The answer came from what I jokingly call my “hindbrain” (that being my genitalia, from whence I seem to do much of my thinking!) — my pussy was hot and I could feel the blood rushing into it. So, obviously, no amount of rational thought with the main brain had any relevance — my pussy knows what I want and need much better!

But still, the apprehension for an upcoming caning twinged through me. So I started telling myself things like:

• Once it starts, there will be only a certain number of strokes. I can get through it.
• He never pushes me over my limit. I can get through it.
• Once the first shocking strokes are done, I will get the hang out it. I can get through it.

So I was telling him all of the things I’d had to tell myself, saying to him, “I know my apprehension would appeal to you, Sir.” My hand was playing with the hair on his chest as I spoke.

Suddenly, he said to me in a strange voice, “What are you trying to do, girl?”

I was confused. I was just chatting and snuggling. Yes, we were talking about sexy stuff, but I knew he was tired from travelling and I wasn’t trying to make a scene happen….

I was just trying to explain this when he gestured and I looked down and saw a huge tenting in his underpants. “Oh!” was my magniloquent response, and I immediately moved down between his legs to remedy the problem I’d caused!

It’s so sexy to me that he gets so turned on by my nervous apprehension to pain and punishment. It’s not that he doesn’t also enjoy when I’m enthusastically masochistic, but I think it means more to both of us when I take pain from him despite fear and trepidation.

I just was wandering around on the Spanked blog, and found the above clip of one of my favorite songs by The Wet Spots.

My Master and I love these guys. We had seen their “Do you take it?” video on YouTube, and then we got to meet them at the Rubber Ball a few years ago — and they were just as cool and fun as you’d expect! We’ve kept in touch with them, and when they breeze through town on one international tour or another, we catch their show and, if they have time, go out to dinner with them and catch up.

One of the first times we did this, we saw them at this little hole-in-the-wall nightclub, and they were rocking the house. When it came time to ask for volunteers, my Master hauled my hand up over my blushing head*, and Cass picked me — not recognizing me! When I got up on stage, she asked my name, and when I said, “Zille,” she squealed, “Ohmigod, it’s you!” and we had this exuberant reunion in front of the whole crowd! (She turned to them and said, “The last time I saw this girl, she was dressed as Queen Elizabeth!” Which was true!)

After hugs had been exchanged and things had settled down, Cass and John started playing the song, and I volunteered my bottom as a butt-bongo first, and then smacked her delicious ass in the next verse. (I was wearing tight white trousers and a black thong, and when she bent me over she discovered that and made a delighted announcement about my knickers over the mic!) Cass gives a decent spanking, even though it’s on stage, and she demands a pretty serious walloping in return!

I can’t wait till they come to town again!

You can buy their album, Ribbed For Pleasure or buy their other album, Hello Kinky, as MP3 downloads!

*I’m actually quite shy, until I step on stage or otherwise into some form of limelight, such as being in front of a camera. Then, I can turn off the shyness (as it does you no good!) for the period of time that I have attention on me. Honestly, it’s a bit like having two personalities: the shy me, and the outrageous me. It actually comes in rather handy, because I like being the shy me, but having a shameless side does come in handy now and again!

Here's a spanking picture of me from way back in 1999!

And yesturday, I was supposed to have a bondage photoshoot, and it fell through, but only after I’d spent the whole day trying to make it happen (there were troubles with the location). By the time it was cancelled in the evening, I was so exhausted and frustrated that I just went to bed with a book.

It was really a damn shame … it was going to be my first real photoshoot in a loooong time, and I was so very much looking forward to it. I’m really happy with my body right now and was looking forward to working with ropes and light and making myself into art. Also, I shaved smooth for it, I didn’t have any dark circles under my eyes, and I had no marks on my body. I had all my costume and make-up and everything packed and ready to go … and to get all worked up for something, and then have it fall through, well, it’s never fun.

I feel all frazzled today, and unfocused. There are a lot of projects I want to do, but need someone else to do something so I can take the next step with them, and so I’m stuck in limbo. I have other things I could do — there are still some thank you cards from the wedding, and I need to plan dinner for my Master’s return tommorow night, and the apartment can always take some more cleaning … but I’m having trouble pulling myself together.

I wish my Master was home already. The best cure for me when I get like this is a good spanking. Not only does pain and discipline focus the mind, but it also releases calming and happy-making endorphins into my system, which just makes life feel so much more “do-able” to me.

A unique spanking pose

Actually, I’m glad this wasn’t from a spanking shoot! Maintaining this pose was hard enough — doing so through a spanking would have been perhaps a wee bit too intense!

(Note to my fan Paul: this is in reference to your comment about Hot Cheeks!)

My Master and I went to a party last night. We were actually supposedly co-hosts, and it was a celebration of our wedding for friends who couldn’t make it to England, but the true hosts did all the work and we just enjoyed the benefits of their generous largess, so I really think we can’t take any host-ly credit!

It was a really lovely party, but one of the best things about it were how many perverts were there. It seemed like the cream of the local scene had been skimmed off and sent to this party! Beautiful pro-Dommes (who are kinky IRL), friends from munches and the dungeon, friends from fetish parties, sex writers, photographers, some local bondage riggers, etc. As I made the rounds and chatted with people, it was so great to be able to freely discuss kinky stuff, and hear similar discussions going on around you. There was a long and satisfying round table discussion of how much money you’re willing to spend for various fetish items (devolving into a discussion of said fetishes), and I had a really great chat with Domina Selina Raven who is someone I always want to get to know better (and, having had the chat, I just want to get to know her more!) and got to meet the infamous Mistress Simone Kross (who is very nice!)

I wish I had a picture of me in my outfit – there were at least five photographers there, and none of us had a camera with us! – but a description will have to suffice: it was a tight and short cream dress, very clingy, with shiny skin-toned Wolford stockings underneath, and then finished off with a pair of white four inch sandals. Oh, and a cream lace choker. Make-up in gold and bronze, lots of eyeliner, metallic lipstick. Very summery, and I felt like a million bucks. My Master was quite pleased with the results, and I got lots of compliments and lecherous comments from my friends!

This is what I call the “San Francisco Bubble.” It covers the whole Bay Area. What I mean by that is that we pervs live in this idyllic life where we can just spend our time in the Land of Kink, and forget that there’s a world out there that sees us as sick and wrong. We have our kinky friends and playmates, our kink-based jobs (or a straight job, but you’ve seen your boss in a leather harness at the Folsom Street Fair, so you’re not worried about hiding anything!), and we go to our kink-friendly doctors, and shop for clothes in the many fetish and leather stores in the city, and etc. ad fetishum. You see why I call it a bubble!

It seems like a dream come true, and it really is, but there are some downsides. For one, people can get a bit jaded. Out in the sticks, kinky folk don’t get to go to lots of fetish balls, dungeon events, or street fairs where everyone promenades in their finest pervy fashions up and down a large city street, in the broad day light, and take turns on the St. Andrews Cross, or give blowjobs to raise money for AIDS research. (The last bit is a joke. Kind of.) After you’ve all seen this stuff every weekend for a couple years, yeah, it does sort of take the bloom off the rose!

Also, while last night was an exception to this, in general our kink communities do not play well together. The lesbians won’t go out to the clubs on the nights when the hets are there. The gay men won’t play at clubs with either of the above! Our kink community is fractured, and since there are so many of us, there seems no reason to fix it. It’s not like out in the middle of Nowheresville, where all the kinky people for twenty miles in every direction have to cling to together to have any kink community at all, and where real friendships can be built and social boundaries knocked down.

Well, I didn’t mean this to become a rant, and especially not when I feel so warm and fuzzy about this city’s kink community! After last night, I feel like we are all the best of friends! (And, no, actually, I wasn’t drinking!)

Anyway, nothing particularly exciting happened at the party … it was just a happy kinky thing. And today, there was excitement, but it wasn’t particularly kinky!

My Master and I were supposed to do a scene before he left for the airport at 2PM. But I woke up exhausted and worn out from the party the night before, and very sadly had to let him know I wasn’t feeling very well. You can all guess how miserable that made me – missing a chance to scene! – what could be worse?!

But he was really great. He pulled me onto his lap and said, “Well, in that case we’ll just go into the bedroom and lie in bed and read together!” Isn’t that the most amazing thing? I almost started crying! Happily, once in bed, reading got put aside for some serious snuggling, which turned into a heavy snogging session, which turned into sex.

Every once in a while, we have “vanilla sex,” (it’s still not entirely vanilla, because we haven’t stopped being Master and slave, and I am totally focused on him as a slave is on her Master, so things are still not equal on the power exchange scale, but I call it vanilla because nothing overtly kinky goes on) and it just shocks the hell out of me how good it is. If vanilla had been this good for me in the first place, I wouldn’t have figured out I was kinky, I just would have been satisfied!

I had worked him up to a good place with a hand-job, and then he had me climb on top of him. I could have come at first penetration, but I held off, and we came together, him ordering me gruffly, “Come NOW” as he went past the point of no return. It was so intense that I started sobbing when it was over, and I fell forward and rested my face against his shoulder, our bodies pressed together, his cock still inside me.

Now he’s on his flight, and I’m home along for the week. But right now I still feel the peace and happiness from that wonderful intimacy, the unexpected joy in this day — in this whole weekend.

Well, I’ve just had a sigh of relief! Two, sighs, actually, if you count that I just masturbated!

I promised Rachel Kramer Bussel that I would review her new book, Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica and will be doing an interview with her on August 4th. When I first talked to her, I was all fired up by her enthusiasm (which is boundless and contagious!) but after I’d cooled off, in the following days, I began to worry. Most anthologies of erotica published in the U.S. these days leave me with this sensation of “Why did I bother…?” I’d pretty much decided that the only erotica that I wanted to read were: Janus Magazine, Victorian erotica, and the occasional book by Nexus (like Over the Knee).

I was feeling moderately worried about this — what if this erotic anthology left me as unaroused as so many others had. I certainly wanted to promote Rachel’s new book, as she is a wonderful person and a fellow pervert and writer. But I also don’t want to promote anything in this blog that I don’t think is quality, that I don’t personally like and enjoy.

I’m happy to say that my fears were for naught — I should have had faith in Rachel’s taste and kinkiness! The review copy arrived yesturday, and I got some time to settle in bed and read it today. I’ve only gotten three stories into it … but all were really hot, and I had to take a break to deal with how excited I’d become while reading them! I immediately came out here and sat down to write this blog post — I’m that excited about the book!

The first story is written in the first person: a spanker’s point of view, discussing a lover and how much he loves to spank her. It’s written so well, and with such clear insight into the female spankee’s mind, that I found myself almost jealous. I don’t know if my Master understands me that well!

The second story is a hot librarian/book store fantasy. Nowadays, I’ve mostly been enjoying male Top, female bottom stories (I go through phases, but this one’s lasted pretty long), so I wasn’t sure how much this one would move me. Surprise — even though this is a female Top and boy bottom (heh – literally!) this story had sucked me in and had me eagerly reading every word.

The next story takes place in a kitchen, with various cooking implements being used on a naughty housewife. That sounds so cliched and done, right? Wrong! This was inventive and what pushed me over the edge to have to take a … break. Especially the part about the rubber gloves!

I can’t wait to read the rest of
Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica, and I’m now really, really looking foward to interviewing Rachel!

(Oh, and if you want to keep up with Rachel and the book, the blog is here.)

Kaya says, “It’s cunt week.”

And who am I to disagree with her?!

Also, my very bestest fan, Paul, has been quietly agitating for more pictures of me to show up in this blog, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone: a picture of my pink bits to make both Kaya and Paul happy campers! (And hopefully the rest of you will enjoy it, too!)

From lsgmodels.com
Gotta love the girdle and stocking action! Also, check out my sexy stilettos!
Bondage is by Midori and photography by Craig Morey.