Thursday, April 25, 2013

Candy Scene

As we posted Monday, here is the "world premiere" of our first-ever video, "Candy Scene". Please let us know what you think!

Monday, April 22, 2013

"Candy Scene": Our First Video!

Boardwalk Badness Weekend was fun in so many ways. But our report on the trip will have to wait. Whilst walking down the world famous Boardwalk in Atlantic City on Saturday we came upon a gourmet candy store. Wandering around inside Lizzie discovered an absolutely huge bag of extra-long Twizzlers. Having whipped Lizzie once before with regular, run-of-the-mill movie Twizzlers she thought the extra-long ones would offer some additional opportunities for kinky fun.

Before too long we were buying all sorts of candy to convert into pervertables and Lizzie had the hilariously brilliant idea of doing an all-candy scene and taking pics for our blog. As we got going, we realized we had something rather fun, silly and just a wee bit hot going on and decided to video the whole thing.

Laughing until we were in tears by the end of the scene we had shot enough ridiculous material to put together a video, and as Lizzie took her afternoon nap and full of inspiration I sat at the laptop and composed our very first video!

On Thursday be prepared to see the "world premiere" of "Candy Scene" to be shown exclusively on our blog before we post it to FetLife and Spanking Tube. Hope you Fellow Kinksters have as much fun watching it as we did making it.

—Craig & Lizzie

Friday, April 19, 2013

Busy, Busy, Busy

We recently moved our family of five from Craig’s home of twelve years, so the first part of the year was all packing, home inspections, yard sales, donation trips, walk-thrus and, oh yeah, Craig’s vasectomy and subsequent recovery.

In the two weeks before the move we were both home only three full days. After only ten days to unpack and settle in, Lizzie’s parents came to visit for a week. They had no sooner left than we were off to the mountains of Yosemite . We celebrated Easter at home with our family the following weekend and we haven’t slowed down since.
The Happiest
Place on Earth
We spent the weekend after Easter in Anaheim on property at Disneyland for a work-related conference. It was neat to have the theme parks at our back door, but my schedule was such that I didn’t get much of an opportunity to enjoy it, though Lizzie did. We’d meet for lunches and dinners during the conference, even braved L.A.’s dreaded Interstate 5 Freeway to go from Anaheim to the Lair all the way north in North Hollywood on that Friday.

Fortunately, we had time for a great scene. We both felt the pressure of being in a family hotel with kidlets running up and down the hall, so once again we found ourselves in the midst of one of our Silent Scenes.

Bamboo cane, rubber rod and an occasional leather crop all were put to good use on Lizzie’s backside until she was a limp pile of limbs and flesh on the clean Disney sheets.
I was thrilled to check into our room early so that I had a place to hang out while Craig was at his meetings. But I was rather disturbed to find that our balcony overlooked a rollercoaster! Luckily, the hotel had spent good money on sound proofing, so the screams of coaster riders did not invade on our room.

Unfortunately, that sound proofing did not extend to the hallways. The pitter-patter of children up and down the hall reminded us that we were in a family hotel. Even as we enjoyed a weekend away from our collection of littles, we had to take the familiar precaution of having a Silent Scene.

Like many good scenes, I have no recollection of what Craig used on me. I only know that he used it to good effect. In a limited amount of time and with very little noise, he had me dissolved into a limp puddle of happiness.
Vancouver, eh? Are we there yet?
The following weekend we traipsed up the West Coast to Seattle, rented a car and drove to Vancouver to visit the 51st State, British Columbia. We visited Lizzie’s best friend from college and his wife, both kinky themselves. They walked us all over Vancouver’s hills to the point we were all too exhausted come Saturday night to head out to a local fetish/swingers club. Yes, I’ll admit: old and lame.

Regardless, Lizzie and I had time for a scene at our ultra-hipster hotel near the water. Same implements as Anaheim but just more noisy: lots of spanking and slapping, plus cane, crop and rubber rod.

The best part though, was at the start of the scene. I had brought a ruler Lizzie had been given at a party. I warmed her up with it, then, as she was ready for more, ramped up the strikes with that little foot long piece of plastic. Of course, I ramped it up a bit too much and snapped the thing. Since Lizzie and I have been together we have broken quite a few implements as well as pervertables. At some point we’re going to have to do a photo collage of all the crap we’ve snapped.

The rubber rod may be one of Lizzie’s most hated implements and I usually use it judiciously. But that scene I really let loose on her rear end until she was either going to jump out of her skin or completely break down.

Keeping a watchful eye on her progress as she tensed up to the point she was practically levitating off the bed like some sort of David Copperfield illusion or Linda Blair from The Exorcist and she begged for me to put an end to the torture (“Please, sir! Please! I can’t take any more!” We don’t use safe words.)
Our trip to Vancouver was a convoluted one. It’s significantly cheaper to fly to Seattle and travel to Vancouver than to fly into Vancouver, so we opted to rent a car and drive the 200 miles. But it wasn’t long into the trip before both of us were wondering why we hadn’t elected to take the train instead (Hint: I forgot to mention the train option until I was sick of being in the car. That was not much appreciated.)

We were visiting one of my best friends and his wife. These are the friends that suggested we go to see “Spank!” – the 50 Shades of Gray parody we enjoyed so much. We had talked about checking out some local clubs, but we got exhausted during our travels and exploration of the city.

Even with all the walking and other plans, we found the time and energy to have a scene in our hotel room. We stayed in a great hotel, but it was the family friendly sort of place that makes play rather difficult.

Craig used a number of implements on me, but the ruler was the most memorable. We’ve broken implements before, of course, but it’s still fun each time it happens. Craig paused the scene to set up a photo shot. As we laughed during the picture taking, we discussed a future blog about all the things Craig has broken on my backside.

We don’t use safe words per se, but Craig is very good at reading my body language and the slightest changes in my choice of words. I’ve no idea what I said, but Craig knew that I was nearing my limit. He took this scene right to that line before pulling me into a tight embrace.
Jersey Bound Away We Go!
We’re off again this weekend, heading to Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City to meet up with friends, enjoy some spanking and sex and, frankly, get the opportunity to enjoy some intense, fucked-up and loud scenes. As we lamented as we were getting ready for bed last night, it’s a shame we have to fly all the way across the country to get our kink on. Once again, we are headed out for the weekend. This time, we are headed to Atlantic City for the fabulous SSNY party. We have a weekend of spanking and friends ahead, plus the wonderful opportunity to play in a hotel full of understanding spankos. Oh, the freedom!
Next week look for our complete side-by-side breakdown of events from SSNY’s Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City!

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Shower Scene

We took these photos a few months ago when we discovered this cool hotel we were staying in had a shower with a shared glass wall into the bedroom area. We knew somehow we’d find a way to use them. Below are two distinctly different stories created from the same imagery. [Note: For those of you interested in how we wrote this - Lizzie selected the pictures, wrote her story, and Craig wrote his story with the same pictures for inspiration.]

"Genuine" Punishment Little Tease
“You’re late,” he said as she dropped her keys in the basket by the door, flinging her purse to the tabletop in one continuous motion. “Traffic was hell,” she responded, looking over to the wet bar to see if he had poured her a drink. He had not.

“Did you get my text?” he asked. She was rummaging through the mail stacked neatly on the roll-top desk, a microcosm of office space in the kitchen nook. She had not even looked at him let alone come in to give him a kiss.

“Yes,” she replied, opening up a manila envelope with her name on it.

“What did it say, this text?” he asked. She pulled out a letter from her mother and began to skim it, looking at some old photographs that fell out. “Hmm? What did it say?” She tossed the letter aside and went through the rest of the mail.

“YOUNG LADY!” he shouted, slamming his hand so hard onto the end table next to where he sat a small framed photo clattered to the hardwood floor. She looked up for the first time and saw him.

She sighed under the stream of hot water from the rainfall showerhead. Her muscles relaxed under the massaging water, her shoulders dropping and her head falling forward. The water was a soothing balm on her sensitive skin.

She had just awoken from a long, scene-induced nap. Their early afternoon scene had left her boneless and floating. But now that she had woken, it was time to get ready for an evening out. She turned under the flow, reveling in the sensations.

Even now, the heat of the water ignited the flame in her bottom. She turned again to remove her backside from the heat. Reaching for her body wash, her bottom pressed up against the cool glass wall of the shower.
“Yes sir?” she asked, eyes wide, well aware of her distraction.

“Upstairs,” he ordered. She did as he told her and he jumped up and raced up the stairs behind her. “Undress. Now.” She did as she was told, and quickly.

“In the shower.” His voice was all gravelly menace. She jumped in, without a sound. He turned on the water. The system heated immediately, adjustable jets shooting from the walls, a shower of rain falling from the ceiling. Music from an aggressive 80s hair band played in the background. “Get against the glass,” he commanded.
Pleased by the sensation of the cold glass, she pressed her bottom fully against the coolness. She stretched her arms up, pressing her shoulders against the glass as well.

“Are you teasing me, slut?” his voice came from the other room.

“No, sir,” she responded in a sing-song voice, a silly smile pulling at her lips.

Giving in, she turned around and pressed her breasts against the glass, giving him a little show.
She did as she was told, but to be honest, she couldn’t deny that this “punishment” was exactly what she needed after a stressful day teaching at the university. The glass was cold, hardening her nipples instantly, but the steam and water filled the shower chamber and her body luxuriated in the sensation.

“You come home and get distracted. You’re more interested in the mail than me. Now you’ve earned your punishment!” He was shouting from outside the shower. Though the water was hot his voice sent a chill down her spine. She knew when he was displeased with her.
She wiggled closer to the glass, pressing her breasts firmly against the translucent division between the shower and the bedroom. Her smile grew as she played against the glass.

“Young lady!” the mock-startled exclamation came from the other room.

She knew exactly what she was doing. The foggy glass hid all but the flesh pressed hard against it. And she read his tone of voice. He was excited by the show, but it pleased him to chide her for his thrill.

“Yes, sir?” she called back.
“Open the shower door!” he yelled. She scrambled for the handle, opening it to look at him holding her favorite thick leather paddle. “Turn around!” She obeyed and he dried her wet bottom off before beginning a long and progressively harder spanking with the paddle. Soon she was moaning and whimpering and almost as soon as it started he was finished, her bottom reddening.

“Press it against the glass to cool it,” he ordered. Again, she did as she was told.

A few minutes went by and then he said to her, “Turn off the water. It’s time for the worst of your punishment! You’ve earned it!” She dreaded what came next. What did he have in store for her? A signal tail? Clothespins? Worse? She sheepishly opened the shower door. He held a glass of red wine in his hand and held it out to her.

“Here you go, young lady. I can tell you had a stressful day. You’ve earned your ‘punishment’.” The both chuckled at this and, soaking wet, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Her master knew what was best for her, everytime.
The shower door flung open and his hand encircled her wrist. With the water still running and water still dripping from her body, he pulled her right out of the shower. She slid across the bathroom floor to the counter.

He bent her over the vanity and picked up her wooden hairbrush. In moments, he had set her bottom afire again. Water from her wet skin shot across the bathroom as he spanked her.

“Now, you have something to show me,” he said as he spun her back into the shower.

She leaned out of the shower to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before she turned back into the water. Her bottom burning, she set her mind to preparing for dinner.