Sunday, March 4, 2018

Kaelah's Corner (Feb 2018):
Boobies? (Part 1)

Welcome to another slightly belated edition of Kaelah's Corner. I needed a while to compose today's post in my head, so I didn't manage to write it down before March (unfortunately February is such a short month). I've also decided to split it into two parts, because it would be too long otherwise.

As the title already indicates, this set of posts is about boobies. To be precise, it is about the question whether to show them in pictures or not. In my recent post Pushing Boundaries I said that I don't have the strong urge anymore to stretch my boundaries when it comes to kink. Last year, though, this post led to curious questions.

The reason wasn't something I had written, but the first and third picture that accompanied the post. Some of you might think: What's so special about those pictures? But those who know me for a longer time will realise that with said pictures, I had overcome one of my former strict limits. The picture show one of my breasts including the nipple. Before I posted them, I had always said that I would never show any frontal nudity in my pictures. That included the nether regions as well as my breasts - I sometimes showed them partly, but always covered up at least the nipples.

In the comment section, James M asked what had changed, and an anonymous commenter said he or she thought that I was about to show my more playful side with those pictures. James M also mentioned that he knows one spanking model who regretted having shown her boobies once in a film, which I found very interesting, and thus I decided that the question why I have changed my mind concerning this aspect would be a nice topic for a post. Today's part will be about why I decided not to show my breasts when I started posting pictures and spanking clips. The next edition of Kaelah's Corner will be about what has changed.

So, let's start from the beginning. Why was frontal nudity including the breasts once a hard limit for me?

I think this post from 2010 titled "Pictures of You" gives you a very good idea of my mindset and my fears when I started publishing pictures of myself on this blog. In short, I already had the feeling that I made myself very vulnerable by writing too openly not only about my erotic fantasies, but also about my fears, flaws and so on while at the same time posting intimate erotic photos showing not only my bottom, but also my face. Thus I wanted to keep at least something for myself. And that was my breasts and private bits.

There were several concrete reasons why I didn't want to show any frontal nudity which were:

My own kinky preferences
As I wrote in one of my posts on spanking porn, I am not too much into frontal nudity as a viewer of spanking porn. The reason is that I have a thing for formal scenarios which don't include sexual humiliation, and frontal nudity usually doesn't fit these scenarios. I like to watch more explicit BDSM scenes from time to time, but when it comes to spanking, I'm not into close-ups of private parts. The pictures and clips I am interested in making and comfortable posting are about spanking and spanking-related topics only. While they are supposed to be sexy, I want them to be subtle and initiate kinky fantasies rather than to show close-ups of private bits.

Fear of objectification
As I wrote in my post Pictures of You, posting erotic photos went along with a fear of being objectified by the viewers and of seeming to be available as a person for at least mental ab(use) by total strangers who see my pictures. Not showing any frontal nudity at the time seemed to decrease the risk of coming over as wanting to be objectified.

Keeping control of how the pictures are used
When I started posting pictures and clips, I was very afraid that they could be taken out of their context and linked to a new one. That fear is related to the fear of objectification. I didn't want my photos and films to be used in a context I wasn't comfortable with. Not showing any frontal nudity seemed to decrease that risk, because it seemed to make it at least a bit harder to bring my pictures into a very explicit context.

Not wanting to be reduced to my private bits
Right from the beginning when I started publishing pictures, they have always accompanied and still accompany one of my personal posts and are supposed to underline a certain message, bring alive a kinky scenario that means something to me or show a glimpse of a private scene I write about. I love the creative process of composing and taking photos. When I started writing for this blog, I was scared, though, that posting pictures or clips with full frontal nudity wouldn't bring those people to our blog who were interested in reading my posts and in Ludwig and me as human beings, but people who were interested in explicit photos and quick sexual gratification only. Since I wanted to be seen as a person and exchange thoughts with others, it seemed to me that not showing any frontal nudity made it more likely to achieve these goals.

That's why frontal nudity and showing my breasts was a hard limit for me for a very long time. Usually that wasn't a problem because this blog focuses on erotic spanking and therefore mostly on the bottom. But there were times when it proved to be difficult. For instance, when Ludwig and I filmed my first severe caning. I was completely nude for the clip, because it was supposed to resemble one of the canings by Mood Pictures or Lupus Pictures for which the models are usually naked. To make sure that my nipples wouldn't be visible in the clip we wanted to publish later, though, we spent a lot of time setting up the cameras very carefully and checking every angle. That was even more difficult when we made our football bet clip with Leia-Ann Woods, because that one included a back whipping. There were several pictures (especially the naked ones in nature), too, where I had to adjust my position or explicitly cover my breasts to make sure they weren't fully shown.

I kept up my limit for several years. But then came the day when I decided to change my mind. Why and in how far will be the topic of my next Kaelah's Corner post.

For today, I would like to ask those of you who have a blog or post pictures or clips of themselves about your limits when it comes to how much you show of yourselves. Have they changed over time? And to those among you who are blog readers and viewers of spanking porn: how much do you want to see and how do the limits of amateur bloggers like me and professional models come over to you? Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section!

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Kinks That Don't Fit

Ludwig and I were both in the bathroom after a busy day. We were standing at the sink in front of the huge mirror. As he sometimes does when we are both exhausted and preparing for bed, Ludwig began to gently scratch my shoulders and back. I really love that (I have to admit that being softly scratched and tickled for me is almost better than sex) and instantly began to purr.
"You are my little tickle slut, aren't you? You'd do everything for me when I am scratching your back, right?" Ludwig asked. Then he grabbed my hair and neck with one hand while still gently scratching me with the other. "Look in the mirror and see how I am scratching you," Ludwig commanded, "look closely, do you see it?" "Oh, yes," I replied in my best spanking porn voice, "I love it when you pet me so dominantly!"

That was the moment when we both burst out laughing. "Okay," I stated, "it seems that some kinks don't fit together very well." - "But," Ludwig replied, "if we can think of it, there is a chance that someone is actually into doing it." I don't know how big the probability is of meeting someone who is into being petted in a dominant way, but I guess Ludwig is right and there might indeed be kinksters whose core fantasy is exactly that.

Still I think it's a difficult combination. Ludwig and I at least don't manage to combine gentle scratching (which makes me melt and relax) with kinky dominance (which makes me hot if it is the right kind of dominance)! But it was really funny to play with the idea! It made me wonder if there are other funny kinky combinations one might think of.  Ideas, anyone?

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Kaelah's Corner (Jan 2018):
Pushing Boundaries

Last year, I showed you this picture displaying severe marks on my bottom as well as my inner thighs. In my next post, I wrote about the caning scene that had led to the marks on my bottom and showed you the picture of the fresh marks directly after the scene. Today I want to tell you more about the marks on my thighs (a closer shot of them is attached to this post) and what they tell about my kink.

When I posted the first picture of my marks, I mentioned that I wasn't sure whether I should go to the public swimming pool while my legs were still so visibly black and blue. In the comment section, many readers made suggestions how they would handle that question and some also shared their own experiences with similar situations. Some argued that most vanillas might not even connect the marks to erotic spanking but assume that there was another explanation for them.

Funnily, nobody seemed to consider the idea that the bruises in fact really weren't linked to any spanking activities! And no one seemed to wonder why I suddenly tried a severe spanking scene that involved my inner thighs, given that I had always claimed a (more than extremely light) spanking on my legs to be off-limits for me.

To solve the riddle – my view on strokes on the legs in the context of erotic spanking hasn't changed and the picture of my bruises might explain a bit why I am so opposed to spankings on my legs and thighs. My legs bruise extremely easily and since I've also got scars in that region just from gaining and losing a bit of weight, I don't want to take any risk of causing damage from a spanking.

There are more reasons of course – I also don't like the view of marks on the legs too much, I don't think that the pain would be the right one for me and there aren't any scenarios which involve a severe spanking on the inner thighs that have a high appeal for me. That said, I can imagine taking less severe strokes on my legs during a very intimate, sexual scene. But none that would leave bruises which are as intense as the ones in the picture above.

I suppose some bottoms who do severe scenes involving the legs and thighs do so because those scenes have a genuine appeal for them. Maybe it's a certain scenario they are into or they are attracted by the special kind of pain or they like the resulting marks. I assume for others a severe thigh spanking holds an attraction only in so far that enduring it means pushing their limits.

I can get the appeal of pushing one's limits in a scene – I have done that with my severe canings. But it seems that my willingness to push limits in the context of erotic spanking is limited and maybe has become even more limited over time, after I had experienced my first severe caning and was able to file it under "been there, done that". As a matter of fact, severe canings were the only field in which I wanted to push my boundaries, anyway, at first because they held such a big attraction for Ludwig, later because I became attracted by them, too. But after my first scene, I had a clear idea what was attractive and okay for me (the severity itself) and which things I wanted to avoid because they made the experience less satisfying for me (too rapid strokes without proper breaks). Other fields in which I stretched my boundaries were playing with others, posting pictures and making clips. But I was careful to take it slow and not break my limits.

When I push my limits, not matter in which field, it's not only about surviving the experience. As I said before, the experience itself must hold a special appeal for me that makes it worthwhile in my view to "go the extra mile". And I want to feel okay throughout the experience, making sure that I only stretch my limits but don't break them. When it comes to my spanking kink, the only scenes where this might be true today, could be more sexualised scenes which I'd like to try out with Ludwig.

The bruises on my legs were linked to an experience of pushing my personal limits, too, but as I said, it had nothing to do with erotic spanking. As a matter of fact, the bruises were an accidental byproduct and not intended, anyway.

So, what did I do? Well, it all started with a birthday party that took place at a grill hut in the woods. Nearby there was a playground for children. Since there were several kids at the party, we spent some time there, the children playing, the adults watching and talking. The playground had a wooden ship with a steel pole like you might know them from fire stations. The pole could be reached from a platform on top of the wooden ship that was about three meters high. We watched the children climbing up and sliding down without fear.

I am suffering from fear of heights, though, and wasn't sure whether I would have the guts to jump from the platform and slide down the pole. But it definitely tantalised me, since I try to challenge my fear of heights and small enclosed spaces from time to time (within reasonable limits) in order not to become more and more restricted because of my fear.

And so, after pondering the situation for a while, I entered the platform. My problem was that there was quite a gap between the platform and the pole. That meant it was possible to put one's hands on the pole while still standing on the platform, but in order to put one's legs around, one had to jump. Ludwig had tried it and of course managed to slide down the pole without any problems. I wasn't sure whether I was strong enough to hold on to the pole after jumping, though. What if I lost grip and fell instead of sliding to the ground?  My hands were wet and my heart was pounding.

Thankfully the children were kind enough not to make any fun of me. Still I couldn't get myself to jump, even though someone was standing next to the pole, offering support. So, I sat down on the platform, grabbed the pole with my hands and finally managed to get myself to jumping from there. I put my legs around the pole and slid down.

That gave me the self-confidence that I had the strength to hold myself, and so I went back up and stood on the platform again. Still the ground looked very far away and my legs were shaky. But I was determined to go through with it. Encouraged by my supporter who still stood next to the pole and by Ludwig who was nearby as well and made sure that no child was getting in my way, I took a deep breath, grabbed the pole and jumped. I made it safely to the ground without any help and was very relieved and happy.

Then I realised there was no proof of my bravery. As stupid as it might sound to some people, I mean we are talking about sliding down a pole on a children's playground, for me it took a lot of courage to overcome my fears. And I wasn't sure whether I would do anything similar again anytime soon. So, while I was in the right flow, I asked Ludwig to film me with our camera and climbed the platform once again. For a final time I brought myself to jump and safely slid to the ground. Ludwig had banned the event on video and so I could happily end my experiment and enjoy the rest of the party.

As we went back to the barbecue, I realised that my inner thighs were somehow hurting, though. Later, when I took a look at my legs, I was slightly shocked to find them severely bruised. Bruised from sliding down a pole on a children's playground three times! The reason was of course that in my fear of losing grip I had put my legs too tightly around the pole and hurt them while sliding down. It also shows how easily my legs bruise, though. But in this case I figured that it was worth it, because the experience had given me a very good feeling and had improved my trust in my own physical abilities.

So, I'd say I still like the concept of pushing my limits from time to time. I just guess that erotic spanking isn't the field in which I have lots of plans of doing so. Today there are other fields in my life in which I want to stretch my boundaries and make special empowering experiences. And sometimes those experiences can be as small as sliding down a pole on a playground.

Erotic spanking on the other hand is just that – an erotic experience and fun. There might be a little bit of edginess and pushing limits involved, but that certainly is not my main focus, even though I still enjoy brave girl scenarios. That said, I don't mind pushing Ludwig's limits if he wants me to! :-)

How about you? Are there limits you like to push in the field of erotic spanking? If yes, which ones and why? And has it changed over time? Is spanking an important field for you when it comes to stretching boundaries or are other fields more important? I am very curious to hear about your thoughts and experiences in the comment section!

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Tenth Blogiversary

Today is my tenth blogiversary. It was on 25th January 2008 that I started Rohrstock-Palast with my first post, titled The Mad King. I've said this before and I dislike repeating myself, but it really does feel like a different lifetime. A decade is a fairly long time in any life, and I went through some substantial changes since that younger guy wrote that first post here. Most importantly, I met Kaelah through this blog, which was the beginning of many adventures for us.

By now, we have moved in together, we are happily married, and we are taking on the responsibilities which tend to pile up as one enters middle age - including taking care of loved ones. 2017 was our busiest year yet, and certainly the busiest year I've had in my entire life so far. That, in itself, is not a bad thing, I suppose - it is better to be busy than to be bored. But it does leave almost no time and energy for kink, blogging or other hobbies. This time last year, I was sincerely hoping to get back to writing posts at least semi-regularly. But it turned out that that simply wasn't possible. First I had more projects than anticipated to take care of in my job, then Kaelah was ill for quite some time, then one of our family members had a medical emergency that required a lot of organisational work from us, then we had to take care of all the stuff that had been left unattended to in the meantime... Whenever one crisis was finally taken care of, another one popped up. And it's still like that. Actually, the last couple of days have been extremely hectic once again, and I certainly wouldn't be writing a post today if it weren't for the fact that this is my tenth blogiversary, which I can't possibly miss.

So, everything I wrote on my last blogiversary still applies. I still have to edit at least five videos which have already been filmed, and we have at least one more to film. I still hope to return to blogging. I still can't make any firm promises about when that will be.

I wish I could offer you more in celebration of this blogiversary. But even though Rohrstock-Palast hasn't seen many new posts lately, I am still proud that we have reached the ten-year milestone. Most blogs never get anywhere near that, even in a semi-active state. And we do have some great posts and videos still to come before we are finished. So, in the meantime, I would like to ask you to continue to be patient, and I would like to thank you again for sticking with us for all these years.

Let's hope that 2018 will have fewer crises in store for us than the previous year and that, as a result, we can be more prolific on the blog again. I keep my fingers crossed!

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Cane Coin, Anyone?

As those who have read my tailor-made LOL Day spanking story might have noticed, I am somewhat fascinated by the current cryptocurrency and blockchain hype. In my opinion, it is all a huge bubble that will burst sooner or later, just like the Dot-com bubble did back in 2000. Still, it is very interesting to watch how the cryptocurrency market and the blockchain technology evolve and in how far they have an influence on the traditional economies and on politics.

Recently, I have become aware of something I found very interesting in the kinky context, though, and thought it would be a funny topic for a small post. You see, there is no kind of business idea that is not covered by some company in the cryptocurrency and blockchain world. Of course, many of the companies are in serious industries such as finance, energy, transport and the like. But there are also coins and blockchains for gamers, gamblers and for the adult industry and kinksters like us!

I've stumbled across two of them, a set of coins named BDSM and fetish and a blockchain named Spankchain. The idea of the former was to attract kinksters and serve as a currency in the adult industry or as a payment in BDSM relationships for "whatever", as the description said. Interestingly, the coins don't seem to exist anymore, so obviously that was a huge flop. The blockchain named Spankchain is still active and strives to offer smart contracts for the adult industry that don't involve expensive middlemen and to fight the discrimination of the profession that often comes from governments.

I don't have any idea how long this blockchain will survive, and I surely don't want to turn this post into a serious analysis of the market potential! What came to my mind were Pandora/Blake's problems with CCBill, though, who used their power as the billing agent who handle the credit card transactions on Pandora/Blake's site Dreams Of Spanking to censor the content on the site according to their policies (which meant, for instance, no consensual non-consent). I guess in that regard the blockchain technology might indeed be able to do something good!

Apart from this more serious thought, most of my ideas centred around the fun potential of kinky cryptocurrencies, though. I imagine a world in which the decentralized blockchain world and the old world of financial intermediates have intermingled and you have currencies for every special purpose. Which means that, for us kinksters, there are coins like spank coin, cane coin, bondage coin and the like. And of course, you can not only get them online, but, for the more traditional ones among us, also at your local bank. So I see myself standing in my local bank, telling the friendly elderly grey-haired guy in his smart suit behind the counter that I need 100 cane coins - or, and I like the sound of that even better, the German version "Rohrstock".

What a weird situation to think of! I can see the poor guy trying to keep a straight face while arranging for my request to be fulfilled. And I can imagine the looks on the faces of the other customers who are waiting in the line behind me and have just heard the word “Rohrstock”. I am not sure whether I would be comfortable in that situation, would it be real. But I find it an intriguing imaginary scenario!

So,what kind of coins would you like to purchase and for what would you use them in such a world? Let your imagination run wild! I am looking forward to hearing about your crazy thoughts in the comment section.

Oh, and needless to say: This post is not financial advice!

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Kaelah's Corner (Dec 2017):
Another Year Passed By

It's hard to believe, folks, but this is already the last day of 2017! I hope it was a good year for you, vanilla- and kink-wise. For Ludwig and me it was a year of unexpected events, both good and bad. By the end of the year we have made it through all of them and managed to cope with the additional work caused by my illness and the one of our close family member whose health condition has fortunately improved a lot in the past weeks.

In spite of the struggle with health problems and lots of work, 2017 war a good year for Ludwig and me. We both had a successful year job-wise, we spent wonderful days with our loved ones, had a great holiday - and we managed to face all the challenges 2017 brought as a great team. Still, we didn't have much quality time for just the two of us and not much alone-time for either of us to recharge our batteries. And we neither managed to stay in contact with our vanilla friends as much as we would have liked nor to find time for kinky adventures or at least keeping up a regular blogging schedule.

So, our simple wish for 2018 is that the upcoming year might allow us to plan our life a little bit better than we could in 2017, so that we can have more time both for ourselves and for activities with vanilla friends as well as here on our blog. The last weeks gave me some hope since I had the chance to meet a few friends again and – as you might have noticed – write more posts. I hope you had time to read my tailor-made spanking story and enjoyed it!

Ludwig and I wish all of you a good start into the new year and a happy and healthy 2018! If you would like to share anything about your experiences in 2017 and maybe your hopes for 2018, you are welcome to do so in the comment section!

Do you have any kinky resolutions for 2018? Anything new you want to try? Please feel free to tell us about it, too. Maybe we and the other readers will get some inspiration from your ideas! One thing Ludwig and I want to do (apart from finally editing and posting some of our already filmed spanking scenes) is a severe caning with Ludwig on the receiving end which will of course also be immortalised on camera. I hope we will get to that in the second half of 2018!

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 4)

I hope all of you have shared great and peaceful holidays with your loved ones! Ludwig and I had a wonderful, quiet time with our closest family. No huge presents, no labour-intensive seven-course meals, just a good time together, talking, having fun and enjoying tasty food.

As announced, here is the forth and final part of my tailor-made LOL Day spanking story. You can find part 1, part 2 and part 3 here. In the last part, her first-ever birching is awaiting our hero Rosie. So, without further ado, let's see how that one turns out:

The Krampus seemed to have mercy on her, though, because before she could panic even more, she already felt the touch of the birch on her naked bottom. She flinched involuntarily and the trembling of her body became even worse. The birch withdrew, Rosie heard a swish and with little crackling sounds the branches landed on her backside. For a second Rosie didn't feel anything, but then it was as if hundreds of little needles pierced her buttocks.

The stroke certainly hadn't been extremely hard, but it definitely was enough to drew Rosie's breath away. A wave of heat went through her body and she wriggled her bottom, trying to shake away the pain. Oh my gosh, that was different from every kind of pain she had ever felt before! Rosie wasn't sure whether she could take any more of it. While the Krampus gave her time to let the sensation sink in, it came to her how lucky she was that her bottom had already been thoroughly warmed up before. She didn't even want to imagine how a birching on a cold butt must feel like!

She didn't get time to imagine anything, anyway, though, because right at that moment she heard another swish followed by a loud crack. Another wave of pain went through her body and it seemed to be even worse than the first one. She buckled and hissed, and it took her a while to regain her composure again. “Ouch, that stings like hell!” she exclaimed. “Well, then I guess you are lucky that I haven't put the birch into water,” the Krampus stated calmly, “see what a kind guy I am!” Rosie who was normally known for her sassiness and her sharp wit didn't know what to reply to that statement. “It hurts me that the people never seem to appreciate my kindness,” the Krampus continued with a sigh that sounded almost convincing.

Rosie didn't know whether she should laugh or shout at the beast that the birching didn't feel kind at all. She didn't have to make a decision, though, since the third crackling stroke landed on her poor bottom right away, the pain consuming all her attention and energy. This time she let out a shriek and threw back her head. Her knees buckled again and it took her a while to get back into position.

From this stroke on the Krampus settled into a steady, yet slow rhythm. Rosie felt right at the edge of her limit, taking one stroke after the other. She hissed and cried out and wriggled under the strokes and always needed time to recover and get back into position. Sometimes the Krampus supported her by either gently helping her up when she had sunken into the cushions in front of her or pushing her back down into position when she had jumped up from the pain. From time to time it rubbed her bottom with its paws, reigniting the pain on her chastised buttocks with its claws while at the same time soothing it through its soft, hairy touch.

Somehow Rosie managed to get through much more strokes than she would have thought she could. After twelve strokes she was covered in sweat and already thought it might be over, but to her surprise the birching continued. At around stroke 15 she somehow seemed to get used to the pain, being able to absorb it better than before. Rosie stopped struggling and simply let things happen, riding the waves of pain like a surfer. Still she yelled and breathed heavily and squirmed, but inside she felt strangely focussed and calm.

The Krampus's voice seemed to be very far away as it stated: “That was number 23. One more and I think we are done. Seems you are able to take a birching very bravely!” It's paw softly touched her bottom. “You know what they say about the last stroke, though, don't you?!” Rosie absently nodded but didn't give a reply. “Well, this one will show you just what a kind dude I am,” the Krampus said.

Rosie was too worn out already and her body too full of endorphins for the announcement to raise too much fear. She simply waited for what was about to come. The Krampus seemed to take more time preparing for the last stroke making sure that its aim was perfect. Several times the birch softly touched her backside. Then it withdrew and came back with a swish that was much sharper and louder than all the ones before. The swish was followed by a crack that echoed in her ears as the birch crashed into her bottom. Rosie sunk or almost jumped into the cushions in front of her with a loud shriek that resounded through the bedroom, clutching her butt with her hands. She wriggled from side to side rubbing her buttocks in a vain attempt to release the excruciating pain, inhaling and exhaling sharply as she tried to catch her breath. “That … was … mean!” was all she managed to bring out, as she was finally able to speak again.

After a while she stopped moving and lay still, feeling exhausted and calm. Her head had sunken into the cushion, her face to one side, a single tear of relief rolling down her cheek. The Krampus put the birch, or what was left of it, onto the bed and sat down beside her. She crawled into his open arms and let him hold her, enjoying the incredible inner peace she was feeling. Her body was pleasantly warm and the pain in her bottom was suddenly completely gone. The soft fur on the Krampus's body made her feel even more cosy. How long she was lying there she didn't know. Her feeling for space and time was gone.

Eventually she began to move and the Krampus gently helped her up. “Nice marks,” it stated. Rosie took a look in the mirror and was a bit shocked to see her bottom being dark crimson with lots of little dots at the edges of the huge dark red area. She went a bit closer to the mirror to inspect the marks further and even found two little spots that seemed to be slightly bloody. No bloody welts like she had seen in some spanking videos, but that was something she wasn't into, anyway. These marks were just right. Impressive enough to satisfy her and give her a feeling of bravery, but not over the top. She had heard that a birching easily caused little cuts, so the two she had found on her bottom didn't bother her. The Krampus certainly didn't overdo it, although it had brought her right to her limit.

As her gaze wandered back into the room, Rosie was surprised to see the mess the birching had caused. The floor was full of little twigs which had flown into almost every corner of the room. The formerly impressive birch fittingly looked rather worn out as it was lying there on the bed. Rosie smiled at the sight. So that had been her initiation to the birch. It had almost been better than the spankings in the many stories written by Enzo which Rosie had devoured.

She looked over to the Krampus to see how it felt about what had just happened. Only then did she realise that the creature was already back at its original place by the door, reading in the opened golden book. Damn, the Krampus had talked about three offences! it occurred to her. Rosie was sure that she definitely wouldn't be able to take another spanking that evening, though, not even a soft one with the hand.

The Krampus looked a bit irritated, as if it was rereading a certain passage again and again. It shook its head and looked at her. “I can't believe it, you have been such a naughty girl and still St Nicholas has decided to give you a present.” With those words it closed the book, laid it back on the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer.

For a moment the Krampus rummaged in the drawer and then it took out a little box. It held the box up and looked at it from different perspectives. Then it shook the box, the sound confirming that there was something solid inside. Rosie watched in anticipation and tried to imagine what the box might contain. Finally the Krampus opened the lid and looked inside. Rosie was too small and too far away to see what was in there, though.

As the Krampus took out the item the box had contained and Rosie could finally see what it was, her eyes got wider and wider. The Krampus stood up and made its way towards her, carefully carrying the shiny glass dildo in its paws. “Now let's address those naughty, inappropriate fantasies you have. Why don't you bend back over the bed? And spread your legs this time.” Rosie immediately felt a warm rush and a wetness in her nether regions. She smiled as she turned around, briefly catching a glimpse of the snow that had started falling more heavily again through the window. This was going to be the best St Nicholas day ever! Simply supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...