Thursday, September 1, 2016

Kaelah's Corner (Aug 2016):

It's hard to believe, but this is indeed the Kaelah's Corner post for my seventh blogiversary! My first-ever post was published in August 2009. Thank you very much to all of you who accompanied me on my journey during these years and especially to those who commented on my posts to encourage me and to share their thoughts and experiences.

For this special occasion Ludwig and I finally managed to edit one of our videos for your entertainment. Fittingly, it is the outdoor birching which was the result of my sixth blogiversary last year. You can read all about the shoot here. Thanks a lot to all of you who participated in the vote!

I hope you enjoy the clip! One of Ludwig's and my favourite parts is my genuine, spontaneous reaction to the very first stroke.

Another special aspect of the clip is that I didn't erase our behind the scenes negotiation that took place when I had to call for a halt after eight strokes. I found it quite entertaining and thought it would give you some insights on how we communicate during a scene -  well, and in general. I guess we are a bit like Statler and Waldorf! ;-)

Normally it's me who wants to do things fast and efficiently! In this case it was Ludwig who wanted to get the outdoor shoot over with as quickly as possible, though. The risk of someone passing by while we were shooting the clip made him feel quite uncomfortable. I, on the other hand, was more focussed on my burning bottom than on worrying about being caught in the middle of the act!

Unfortunately the marks don't do justice to the amount of pain the wicked little birch produced. I'm happy that Ludwig confirmed how stingy that innocent-looking specimen was when I tried it on him later back home. The birching definitely was an impressive experience.

Here is the download link. Have fun watching the clip!

(Click on "Free Download", wait for the counter to count down, then solve the captcha and download the file.)

MP4 format, 1920 x 1080 resolution, 265 MB: link

In case you like the video, it would be great to hear from you in the comment section!

Monday, August 15, 2016

In Court (Part 3):
The Bailiffs' Duty

(Trying out a crop.)

This is part three of my series about the spanking court event Ludwig and I attended last autumn. You can find the first two parts here and here.

When we arrived at the location, the place was already busy. We realised that the average age of the participants involved was higher than it had been at any other kinky event we had ever been before. But we were welcomed in a friendly manner and soon found Donpascual aka Ramon Herzog with whom we had communicated via our blog and email but whom we had never met in person before.

Donpascual showed us around and helped us to settle in. He wasn't the only one, though. Kristall, the only experienced judge at the event, offered that he and I could run one case as a team first before I would be alone as the judge for other cases. And Erika, my fellow bailiff, was also experienced and already knew several of the participants and their limits from former events. We also decided that we would dish out the punishments as a tandem.

First of all, I had to try out the beautiful whipping bench and several of the implements myself, though. I bent over, flipped up my skirt and Ludwig spanked me with straps, canes, whips and the birch. After all, I needed to have an idea how severe the different implements were. For instance, I made one funny observation: While the birch looked much more threatening than the one we used a short while earlier for our outdoor scene, it didn't sting as awfully. Maybe because it was some hours older than ours was when we used it.

Some of the participants watched our try-out with interest and FJ asked whether it was okay to take a few photos. We agreed and so we have some pictures to show you because FJ sent them to us afterwards. Thank you FJ! I also tried the handling of some of the implements on Ludwig to prepare me for my job as a bailiff.

(The try-out left a few marks.)

Before the court opened we were offered a warm soup. The room in which the court took place looked a little bit like a club house and some time during the day it came to me that we could have easily be mistaken for the local rabbit breeders association at their annual general meeting if it hadn't been for the whipping bench and the huge assembly of implements lying on a table in the corner of the room.

After the soup, the court was opened. I was happy that Birgit, our third judge who was also new in that role but an experienced attendee of the spanking court otherwise, was the first to sit in the judge's chair. That allowed me to start the day as an observer.

Birgit heard the first two cases which were the most creative ones, featuring the only female delinquent Sissi and Jura, who looked very good in the female clothes he wore and whom I envied for his beautiful legs. Sissi was charged with having cheated in a marathon and Jura had apparently entered the apartments of some of his wife's friends without their permission when they were away and opened their drawers. Maybe in order to try on their clothes?

However, in both cases the evidence was overwhelming (no matter how great Sissi's arguments were, she really rocked the show) and so both delinquents (like all delinquents on that day, surprise, surprise) were sentenced to corporal punishments by strict judge Birgit. Sissi was sentenced to a caning and Jura's punishment included several implements, the most severe part being a birching on the legs.

Ludwig was the first bailiff to do his honours and he gave Sissi a hard caning. Sissi really was a trooper, though, and even enticed Ludwig to go harder than he initially did with her cheeky comments. Great was also her reaction when Ludwig did follow her "invitation". She let out an indignant: "Ouch – that one really hurt!" You can see a picture from that great scene below.

Then it was Erika's and my turn to dish out the first part of Jura's punishment. Jura can indeed take a lot, so it wasn't time for love taps. Thus I swung the cane as hard as I felt comfortable (playing with someone I hadn't played with before and making sure that my aim was still 100 per cent). Compared to Erika I was kind of a softy, though, she swung the cane even harder. Jura surely didn't mind!

So Erika and I found a routine which we followed throughout the day – usually I started with the first strokes of any implement and then swapped places with Erika after an agreed number. The punishments usually consisted of twenty or more strokes with one or sometimes several implements. Kristall didn't let the next delinquents get away easily and so we were very busy.

(Ludwig caning Sissi.)

Then it was time for my baptism of fire as a judge. Kristall and I had to arbitrate a case between FJ and Erika. FJ had tried to sell his friend Erika his old VW diesel, knowing that she wasn't an expert when it came to these things and didn't know about the scandal which meant a big loss of value for the car. Erika found out that FJ had tried to nobble her and that the price had been much too high. FJ of course insisted that the car had been in good shape, that the price had been correct and that he had only had the best intentions.

Maybe you can imagine FJ's shock when he was confronted with the fact that I had his car sent to an authorised expert who had determined its value. And – said expert had found out that the car had been involved into an accident and therefore was worth even less than a car its age would normally have been! How fortunate that I am such a meticulous person! Of course FJ was sentenced to a severe punishment including a caning.

The other two punishments Kristall had announced in his role as a judge included an OTK spanking for Julle and a cavity search for another poor miscreant. I felt comfortable enough to participate in the OTK spanking since the chemistry with Julle was right. The cavity search (which was supposed to take place when the delinquents changed for their punishments, not in front of the whole group) of course was a bit too intimate for me, no matter how much I liked the delinquent who was about to be strip naked and searched.

When I accompanied the two miscreants to the changing room, though, I realised that Erika wasn't around. What was I supposed to do? While I wasn't comfortable with touching the most intimate parts of a stranger, I realised that I felt comfortable enough to order him to strip down naked. I watched as my order was followed and then called Erika who was next door where FJ changed for his punishment (the cases and punishments came in batches and so several convicts prepared for the punishments at the same time). She came and did her duty while I gleefully watched. I really enjoyed the role of an onlooker which was distant enough for me to feel comfortable with it. Then the delinquents were ordered to put on their punishment robes and follow us to the whipping bench.

I was very flattered when Erika told me that FJ would be happy if I took over his complete caning while she would execute another part of his punishment. And so I dished out a long hard caning. Since he had cheated on her, Erika was looking forward to punishing FJ as well. Fotunately, their friendship seemed to be very intact again afterwards. Erika and I made sure that the other two miscreants learned their lesson, too. I even sent Julle to the corner after my spanking before Erika took over and dragged him over her knee for a dose with the wooden hairbrush.

Now there were only two cases left. And I would be the one to try them as the judge. I will tell you more about that in the next and last instalment of my series about the spanking court.

(To be continued...)

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Kaelah's Corner (Jul 2016):
Outdoor Spankings

(One of my favourite outdoor pictures - bound in the woods.)

The summer here in Germany is rather hot right now, which means it's a good time for outdoor activities (at least in the morning and evening). The sunny weather brings me to today's topic: outdoor spankings.

When the topic came to my mind, it occurred to me that there is a huge difference between my kinky fantasies, the scenes I would love to play out for real and the erotic pictures I like to take concerning where I prefer these to be set.

(Taking nude pictures in the snow always provides a special challenge.)

Most of my kinky fantasies take place indoors. Usually in some kind of office since we are talking about formal scenarios. From time to time a woodshed or a classroom can also be the setting for one of my fantasies. Outdoor scenes are rare, the only place that is more common is on the deck of a ship. No woods, gardens, market places or the like, though.

(A vengeance demon on halloween -
a rare outdoor toppy picture of mine.)

When talking about scenes I would love to play out for real, being spanked outside isn't something I strongly long for, either. One of Ludwig's and my very first scenes took place in the ruin of an old castle and I suppose old castles are the surrounding which would entice me most when it comes to outdoor scenes (although castles would of course make for interesting indoor scenes as well).

I guess I would prefer to rent such a place in the future, though, because the idea of being caught red-handed by unsuspecting passers-by is nothing that gives me a positive thrill. I wouldn't want to force my kink on anyone who doesn't actively choose to be a part of it.

When it comes to taking pictures, though, outdoor pictures are my holy grail! Not only kinky ones, I love the combination of nature and nudity in general. And so many of the spanking and erotic pictures which you can find here on the blog were shot outside. You can see a few of my favourite ones accompanying this post. Of course we always take care not to be seen by anyone when we take those photos. So far this has always worked out.

I find it interesting that my aesthetic preferences when it comes to erotic photography and my kinky fantasy scenarios are so different. And I wonder whether that's true for more people. I would love to hear your thoughts on the topic.

(A dance on the volcano in Japan -
one of the photos we took during our trips around the world.)

Do you like outdoor spanking scenarios? And are there differences between your kinky fantasies, the things you like to try out for real and the erotic pictures or videos that catch your attention the most? Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section!

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Kaelah's Corner (Jun 2016):
Risk-Aware Consensual Kink

Welcome to another slightly belated edition of Kaelah's Corner. Recently Erica Scott published a post on a well-written article about BDSM called 25 Facts About BDSM That You Won’t Learn In “Fifty Shades Of Grey”. I enjoyed reading it and I even learned something new – and that not even from the article itself but from one of the comments written by zaftigkitten. Casey Gueren, the writer of the article, referred to the acronym SSC (safe, sane and consensual).

Zaftigkitten commented: The SSC isn’t the most common acronym anymore. Most of the community has shifted to RACK (Risk-aware consensual kink, also risk-accepted consensual kink) which describes the philosophical view that is generally permissive of certain risky sexual behaviors, as long as the participants are fully aware of the risks. Essentially, although SSC sounds good, a lot of kinks do involve risks involved and it is much safer to acknowledge said risks when diving into the BDSM realm.

I have to admit that this was the first time I stumbled across the acronym RACK. While I think that SSC is easier to remember and understand, especially for beginners (a point also made by TheLittleRedHeadThatCould), RACK in my opinion is more precise and correct when it comes to describing what is important when engaging in BDSM activities. Because practising BDSM, as many other things in life, involves certain risks and there is no 100 per cent safety.

Plus, what feels sane to one person might already be off-limit for another person. The latter in my mind is one of the problems you often find in discussions about kink – people judge certain practises or a certain level of severity from their personal preferences and limits. What would feel bad or be harmful to them, given their personality and life experiences, can't be sane in their view, even if others say that to them it isn't harmful at all.

The term of risk-awareness takes into account that different people have different preferences when it comes to the amount of risks they want to take. And it also means that for some people it can be okay to take a greater risk from time to time because the outcome for them that comes from a certain scene is so huge that the balance between profit and risk is given. Also, the very same activity might hold a different amount of risk or potential damage for different people – for instance, going to a public spanking party and being outed as a spanko might be much more of a problem for a famous politician than for someone who isn't watched by the media.

Risk-awareness can mean for some kinksters that they only live out their fantasies in their head or by watching kinky porn or reading kinky blogs. For others it means practising their kink with their partner in their private bedroom. Still others take the risk of looking for a play partner online or going to a public party. And finally there are the few who almost dedicate their whole lives to kink and activities around it – like Pandora Blake whose existence was threatened when ATVOD forced her to take down her ethical trade porn site Dreams of Spanking. Fortunately, she found work for other kinky sites during the trial and used the time to enhance her political activities even more. Now that she has won her appeal, Dreams of Spanking has been re-opened which is wonderful news. But Pandora definitely took a rather huge risk when deciding to create a business around kinky porn in an environment which is as kink-unfriendly politically as the UK.

The risks we are willing to take can also vary depending on the situation. When I met Ludwig for the very first time I had scheduled two safety calls, even though well-known members of the community like Niki Flynn had already testified that Ludwig wasn't some kind of strange, dangerous weirdo. Still, when meeting a guy I didn't know personally, I wanted to be as cautious as possible. Later, I decided to put my face on the internet and join Ludwig in filming and posting spanking porn. Of course that comes with a certain risk of being outed and some people would surely call it insane – even more so because I didn't earn any money from it (rather the opposite). But the idea of making that special experience together was so attractive and the possible damage from being outed so low for me personally that I decided to take the risk.

And not only kink – our whole life is based on taking certain risks instead of trying to stick to 100 per cent safety or complete sanity. For instance, telling someone that one has fallen in love with them certainly isn't really safe, as everyone who had to take a “Sorry, but I don't feel the same for you.” as an answer can testify. Flying to the moon – certainly not 100 per cent safe for the pioneers who went there for the very first time. And giving birth to a child – probably not a very sane decision given all the terror, war and environmental problems we are facing in different regions of our planet. But a decision without which humanity would already have become extinct a long time ago, since life never was very safe on our planet.

What about you? Does the acronym RACK resonate with you? Do you prefer SSC? And what does risk awareness mean to you in the context of kink? I look forward to hearing your thoughts in the comment section!

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Kinky Russia (Part 3):
A Hotel Room Fantasy

This is the third and last part of our photo sets from our trip with the Trans-Siberian Railway through Russia. You can find the first two parts here and here.

He had already left a while ago. But her head was still spinning. She replayed the evening in her mind, re-enacting the various stages of the session. How she had waited for him, lying on the bed, completely nude. Anticipation.

How he had told her to put on her panty hose (and nothing else) at his arrival, only to pull it down again roughly to expose her bare bottom after he had bent her over the desk. How the cane strokes had rained down one after another on her naked skin, slowly and systematically. How she had hissed and struggled, but managed to stay in position. Pain.

How he had ordered her to stand up and kneel on the chair in the corner of the room, her hands behind her back, the panty hose still pulled down, exposing her marked buttocks. How he had sat down on the bed and she had felt his eyes resting upon her, admiring his handiwork. Silence.

How he had come over to her, lifted her up and carried her to the bed. How he had stroked her, as she was lying there, whispering words of appraisal into her ear. How he had finally stood up with the promise to return the following week, taking a last look at her, still lying curled up on the bed the panty hose in a puddle on the floor, in the mirror before he left. Bliss.

She stood up, grabbed the panty hose and walked over to the mirror. She looked at herself, smiling proudly. Never had she felt as sexy and womanly as she did these days. This was the best way she had ever decided to spend her money. And he really seemed to like his job, too. A perfect arrangement.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Kaelah's Corner (May 2016):

May has been a very busy month, so there haven't been any posts from us. But I don't want to skip Kaelah's Corner, so here is at least a short post.

Ludwig and I had a wonderful honeymoon! Not many kinky stories this time, but I took the picture above in a museum. Can you guess from the picture where we spent our honeymoon? If you can, I think you can take that as a reconfirmation that you are really kinky...

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Kaelah's Corner (Apr 2016):
Locomotive Breath

The process of moving in together is now almost complete, seven years after Ludwig and I became a couple. A few days ago, I left Ludwig's old place for the very last time. Being the sentimental person that I am, this was an occasion which made me very sad.

I walked through the rooms one more time, remembering all the events that took place here. One thing that comes to my mind when I think about Ludwig's place is my first visit, shortly after we had seen each other in person for the very first time. How I looked around excitedly and a bit nervously, recognizing a cane lying in one corner of the room we sat in and wondering which kinds of kinky implements Ludwig might possess other than canes and whether he would show them to me.

I also tried to find out more about who Ludwig was and remember that I was of course curious to see, for instance, which kinds of books were on his bookshelf. We talked almost the whole time during the two days I visited Ludwig and did some sightseeing as well. I was so overwhelmed that I got a stomach-ache when we ate dinner at one of Ludwig's favourite restaurants before I left on the second day. At that time, most of our conversation was about kink, since that's how we had found each other and since I was thinking about making my first spanking experience with Ludwig.

Another important memory is of the day when we fell asleep together in one bed for the very first time. We hadn't planned for that to happen. At that time we were still just friends and Ludwig had put up a separate sleeping place for me. But then we went to sleep together in his bed, cuddled around each other.

I also remember the uncountable times I arrived for a weekend together either by car or by train, in which case Ludwig always came to the station to welcome me. The many days we were having breakfast and supper together, sitting at the dining table, talking about kink and vanilla topics, getting to know each other better and better. Coming to Ludwig always meant a few days off for me, a time for walks, little excursions, evenings with friends and relaxation.

Of course there were difficult times, too. I also remember the afternoon when we were cuddling on the couch, both being very sad, because we talked about splitting up and it wasn't clear whether I would ever return after leaving at the end of the weekend. Later, Ludwig quickly packed away the extra sheets on the bed before I had even left because, as he told me, he wouldn't be able to stand the sight of them after I was gone, not knowing whether I would ever come back to use them again.

And then there were our first sexual and kinky experiences together, some of which we shared in this place as well. Some were immortalised on photo and of course we have vanilla pictures and videos of the place, too. But still it makes me sad to know that I won't be able to simply walk in there anymore and relive some of the memories from the beginning of our relationship.

On the day I left, the weather was warm and the sun shining brightly. Ludwig and I went for a last walk along one of the routes we had walked so often over the years. One of the cats from the neighbourhood came over to say farewell. And then it was time for me to leave.

I think it was good that I was travelling by train this time. Because otherwise I might a) not have been able to force myself to leave (having had to catch a certain train made it easier), b) have been a danger to others driving a car, given how tearful I was when I left and c) have cried even more driving through the town for the very last time, slowly but steadily getting further and further away from the place I called my second home for seven years.

Ludwig brought me to the train station and we said goodbye. He was staying behind to settle a few more things before the place would be handed over to its next inhabitant. I went to our new place alone, of course knowing that Ludwig would follow me, soon.

You know, the strange thing is, that of course rationally everything is fine. Ludwig and I will live together, not having to travel between his place and my place anymore, but calling our new place our common home. We are married. And we look forward to a new time in life with great new opportunities and adventures lying ahead of us. We even managed to have our closest family members nearby at our new place!

But still I was sad when I gazed at my train ticket which looked like so many I had bought before, showing the destination that had always meant visiting Ludwig and sharing a few days off with him. It reminded me of the song Locomotive Breath by Jethro Tull, one of my favourite bands. I thought about the question what home means and about origin and roots. And I wrote this post on the train, tearing up more than once, using this as a way to process what was going on.

One thing is certain, life constantly changes and there is no way to stop or slow down the train. What we can do, though, is see the chances and opportunities which are awaiting us at every station along the way. And keeping the happy memories from the past in our hearts.

I know we will come back a lot for holiday weekends to visit friends, enjoy relaxing walks and go for little excursions. We might even be more mindful knowing that we won't be there every other weekend. And we will build us a new home together, OUR little home.
In any case, it's not like everything from our old life is gone now. Many of our books, some of the furniture and of course the kinky implements have moved with us. I think we should be able to feel at home like that.