If I had a time machine...

The Guardian has an interview with Suzie Quatro, featuring her wearing a leather jumpsuit in a 1973. This picture makes me really wish I had to time machine, so I got back to the very moment this picture was taken and SQ could put me across her laps to spank me.

Three strikes...

When I was fifteen years old one of my teachers, a pretty blond lady of 27 at the time, had a simple rule if you had failed to your homework three times within the span of a half semester, you had to serve one afternoon detention. And she always checked at the beginning of each class if we had actually done the assignments for that day. If you hadn't, she would make a note of it.

As you might guess, I earned three strikes and so I had to spend an afternoon at school - doing the very assignments I should have done at home. Unfortunately another teacher, who did not even teach me, was responsible for supervising naughty students serving detention.

I read on corpun.com that in the USA there are still hundreds of schools that use corporal punishment as a method of enforcing discipline. Also many American schools offer misbehaving students the choice between either detention or a spanking. If my teacher had given me that same choice, I am quite sure I would have opted to getting spanked by her (preferably OTK).

Though she had only punished me once for not doing my homework on three on three occasions, this very incident I will never forgot. Even nearly fifteen years later I still fantasizes about an alternate history, in which that particular woman had smacked my butts instead of giving detention.

Married to Esther

Today I published a new story at FictionPress: Married to Esther.

This is a story about a man who is in a female-led marriage with a former classmate of his: Esther. The narrator's wife is a successful violin player, while he is mostly a stay-at-home dad.

Obviously, Esther disciplines her husband whenever she sees fit and he finds himself regularly across his wife's laps for a firm spanking. Though their rocky past, the narrator is devoted to Esther and he willingly submits to her authority.

Currently available is the prologue ("An Unexpected Reunion") and the other chapters will follow as soon as they are ready.

If the Rejuve Universe were real...

In 2015 I wrote a short post on the Rejuve Universe created by Lurking Dragon. There I expressed my doubts on the effectiveness of rejuvenation as a criminal sentence. Nevertheless I also stated I found the very idea of this technology very intriguing.

So if rejuvenation as depicted by LD were a real technology, would I be willing to have myself thrown back into childhood? Actually I believe I might do so, if given the choice to grow up again - at least I would be strongly tempted to seriously consider this second chance.

To what age would I like to return? In the Rejuve Universe there is a so-called puberty barrier which means one cannot regress to an age older than twelve. Well, I guess this would be a choice, as in real life I was about that age when I really went to spanking fantasies featuring myself. (Before then spanking was more an abstract thing that happened to other people.)

Whom would I choose as my "parents"? Given my interest in female dominance, one would not surprise that I would prefer to be raised again by a "lesbian" couple and I also know whom I would prefer as my "mothers": my high school sweetheart (whom I will simply refer to as "M" in order to respect her privacy) en her best friend ("N").

Of course, in this scenario I would like M&N to be very strict disciplinarians, who will not hesitate to put me my across their knees whenever I break their rules or if I am sloppy in doing my many chores.

I am not so sure about the need to get back to school (after all, in the Rejuve Universe rejuves keep their memories and I have already a university degree). Though M&N could experiment with some home schooling instead: "forcing" me to continue my use of Duolingo and to actually make use of my account at Khan's Academy.

Obviously I would not be allowed to, say, watch TV unless I have completed my chores and my "homework". Also there will be curfews and bedtime - sufficient sleep is important as everyone should know. Perhaps they will also make some rules regarding playing with myself.

From my Straf Verhalen site I know that there are lot of people who search for stories featuring aunts who spank their naughty nephews. So I think that in this scenario the lady friends of M&N might double as my aunts - family relations in the rejuve universe are already somehow arbitrary - whom I have to treat with proper respect and who have full authority to spank me when they see fit.

While I wish M&N to raise me in a rather strict fashion, I hope they would (if this scenario would ever become reality) also treat me with genuine affection - it is Loving Female Authority after all what I long for. Spanking when I need so, hugs when I deserve them.

Sanna Marin

The Nordic Country of Finland has a new prime minister: Sanna Marin. This young lady is 34 years old and the third woman to occupy this position. And with her promotion the country is now lead by a coalition of five women, hence becoming the closest thing to a matriarchy.

Ms Marin is also, in my humble opinion, a beautiful brunette and she makes my femdom heart beat a lot faster. She is the very pinnacle of Female Authority, a good looking but powerful woman. I really hope that SM will prove to be a good leader, if not only to prove those misogynist people who are still around a point.

As a political science graduate (international relations, Russia more specifically) I should perhaps apply for a position as Sanna Marin's adviser. Though my main disadvantage is that I don't speak Finnish, so maybe I should at that course to my Duolingo account and continuing my Russian course, wouldn't be a bad idea either...

Why should Ms Marin consider to hire me? Well, first of all I will be a loyal and devoted servant but also be honest to her. (Any leader has to see the truth, even they don't like it.) Also I have no need to be in the picture all the time, actually I would prefer to stay in the background and let my mistress shine instead.

Obviously, I will submit my to any discipline she might deem necessary for me and I won't protest if Ms Marin would decide to take me across her laps for a good ol' spanking.

Of course, I realize that there's virtually no chance that Finland's new PM will read this little post, she has after all more things to do, and even if she did, Ms Marin might conclude I am some kind of pervert - which is probably true. Nevertheless, I would be really honored if could serve this new world leader in any capacity.

Birthday present

On the morning of my 18th birthday my stepsister Camilla woke me up.

"Happy birthday, sweet step-bother!"

"Thank you, Camilla."

Camilla gave me three kisses on my cheeks, and one on my lips.

"Step-brother, I have something for you."

She then put a box wrapped in dark blue paper, on my chest. Eagerly I unwrapped the box, and a couple of moments later I discovered it was a chastity belt for male. Honestly I was not surprised that Camilla gave me this. My stepsister hated it if I masturbated with her permission. She has put me over her knees many times after catching me masturbating.

"Simcor. would you please put on this chastity?" "Of course, Camilla."

The idea that Camilla would from now control if and when I was allowed to get an orgasm, aroused me. For the last few years I had been her willing submissive, and this was just the next phase.

I stood out of my bed, I dropped by shorts. Subsequently I removed the belt from its box, and put it on. After I had locked the belt, my stepsister demanded:

"Give me the key." "Yes, miss."

"I'll keep this key with me, boy. Since you can't control your masturbation behaviour, you are in need of a more stringent form of discipline."

"I understand, miss Camilla."

"You will have to earn sexual pleasure, and I will decide whether you deserve an organism. Is that clear?"

"Yes, miss."

"Please, lay on your belly."

When I was laying on my bed, Camilla gave me a birthday spanking with her riding crop. Thereafter, I was allowed to stand up again. My stepsister gave me an intense cuddling.

My personal weight coach

My best friend is Sylvia, a tomboy whom I knew from high school. After graduating from high school, we stayed in touch with each other. And from time to time, usually a few times a year, we visit each other.

During one visit at her place, my former classmate remarked:

"Sam, you have a littly belly, haven't you?" I nodded, and replied:

"Yes, I am a little bit overweight."

"Do you have plans to do something about it?"

"I intend to do physical exercises, but you know..." "You mean you haven't the discipline to do so?" "Yes."

Then Sylvia got a big smile on her face.

"Maybe, I can help you."

A little bit amazed, I asked:

"How?"

"I can help you with your lack of discipline."

"Please, explain."

"What you need is a clear program of exercises, and weight loss targets  with deadlines. I can make schedule for you. Let's say that you have to lose five kilograms in six months, we could agree that each month you try to get rid of one kilogram."

"I understand your schedule. However, the problem is that you need to do exercises, and if I forget those... You know."

"I see, and therefore it's necessary that there are consequences if you don't lose your with in time."

"Consequences? What consequences?" I curiously asked my friend.

Sylvia stood up, and left the living. A few moments later she returned, now with a whip in her hands.

"I got this whip as a birthday present a few years ago."

I didn't need a further explanation what my former classmate meant with consequences.

"So you're going to whip me, if I don't lose enough weight?" "Exactly."

To my own surprise I wasn't shocked. On the contrary I felt a little bit excited by Sylvia's proposal.

"The first thing we need to do, is to establish how much weight you need to lose," Sylvia explained to me. "Hence I need to measure your length and weight." "Yes."

"Sam, could you take off your clothes, please? Only your boxer short can you keep on." "Yes, I could."

And slowly I started to remove my clothes. Meanwhile Sylvia collected a measuring tape and a weight scale. And when was standing in my boxer, the young woman said:

"Go stand against the wall."

I did what Sylvia instructed me. And when I stood against the wall, she put a small pencil line on the wall at the height of the top of my head. Subsequently she measured the length from the floor to the line. Thereafter I had to stand on the scale, and she noted down my weight.

Then my former classmate took her smartphone, and she entered my length and weight into some app.

"Sam, according to this app, you're six kilograms overweight. Hence I would suggest, that we agree that you will lose half an kilogram every two weeks." "That seems reasonable." "All right, then I suggest the following rules to follow. First, you will do twice a day ten minutes of exercises, I will give you list of suggestions you could do. Second, you will only take three meals a day. If you follow these rules you will lose your weight according to our schedule."

Sylvia took a short break.

"I will only measure your weight, that's the only way I will check what you do. But if you haven't met your target I will whip you. For each kilogram above schedule, you will receive ten strokes with this whip.

"And once you are at your proper weight, we will continue this program, but then to keep you on your right weight. Okay?" "Yes, Sylvia."

Since I thought we were finished, I tried to collect my clothes. But my friend stopped me.

"Before you put your clothes back on, I suggest you will receive ten strokes with the whip. In that way, you will know what it felt to be whipped." "Okay." "Put your hands on your knees, and bent over." "Yes, Sylvia."

When I was in position, she hit me with her whip.

"Sam, I will whip you with harshly, because it's intended as a deterrent. Severe pain is therefore necessary." "I understand."

And after ten force full blows, I had difficulty to sit for the next few days. According to my best friend Sylvia this would keep me line with my exercises. And she was quite right, at least for the first few weeks...

My Stepsister Camilla

My parents divorced when I was six years old, and my mother remarried when I was fourteen years old. My stepfather Stephan was a colleague of my mother, and he had a daughter from his previous marriage, with the name Camilla. Unlike my mother, Stephan was a widower instead of a divorcée, since Camilla's mother had died in a car accident a few years earlier. After the wedding my mother and I left our rental apartment and moved into Stephan's house.

Though Camilla's was about seven months my junior, my stepsister tried to dominate me from the first moment. To be honest, I was quite attracted to Camilla, as she was a beautiful girls. So my stepsister succeeded quite well in dominating me. Whatever she asked me to do, I did so without complaint. But because of this, we developed a strong and intimate bond with each other. My stepsister was smart enough not too much from me, that it would negatively affect my performance at school.

At my fifteenth birthday Camilla woke me up:

"Congratulations my dear bother!"

"Thank you very much, Camla."

"Sammy, I have a special gift for you."

"What kind of gift?"

"I will give you a birthday spanking."

"A what?"

"I will put you over my knees, and then I will give as many smacks as your age in years plus one to grow up."

I had never been spanked before, neither as punishment nor as birthday present. Of course, I knew nevertheless that a spanking meant to be painful, at least to make sense as a punishment. But I was quite curious to find out how it would feel to get a spanking, so I complied with my stepsister's desire.

Without hesitations I stood up, and my stepsister was sitting at the edge of my bed. Camilla had already been dresses, while I was still in payjamas. Subsequently I bent myself over her lap, and when I lied with my belly on Camilla, she grasped me in a strong hold. Then she smacked my butts with her flat hand, it did really hurt. But simultaneously the spanking excited me.

Camilla administered the smack right after each other, hence the whole spanking was over within a minute. After the spanking my stepsister asked me:

"Did you like to be spanked, my bother?"

"Yes, I did."

"Maybe I should spank you once a week?"

"I think you should spank me more than once a week."

Camilla smiled, and said:

"Let's start with once a week. We can see later, if you need more frequent spankings."

Thereafter my stepsister pulled me up, and we started kissing and hugging.

First Post

Several years ago I had the idea to start an on line femdom stories magazine with the name Camilla Spanker. But as a male, I realized it would be more appropriate to call my project Camilla's Spankee, as it indicates the submission of the male (writer) to the female.

As is clear from the previous paragraph, I will post on this blog stories about female dominance. The stories can be either F/M or F/F, or some combination of those pairings. But there will be no M/F stories here. Most stories I will post here, are centered around the concept of Loving Female Authority or LFA. Though I think LFA does not need much explanation, it would be nevertheless a good thing to say something about it.

Loving Female Authority is a lifestyle in which the woman takes up the leadership in the relationship. She does this out of love for the men. Her love does not mean that her man does not need her guidance or discipline, on the contrary. Sometimes her love implies she has to punish her man. On the other hand LFA means the submission of the man to the woman, but he does this because he loves his woman.

Of course, a LFA relationship should be a consensual one. I don't believe that Loving Female Authority is suitable for every couple. It's fine to me if you don't like it, but many other people do like it.

Besides fiction, I might post here some articles in which I reflect upon issues related to Loving Female Authority.