Audrey and Cinderella

Audrey twirled again. Her lovely blue gown was absolutely stunning. The skirt flared out into the room, very elegant looking until it caused her to knock something over like a picture frame or a cat.

She placed her golden crown on her head and smiled at herself in the mirror. She made an excellent princess.

She took the stairs quickly, almost tripping over her glass slippers. David was waiting for her in the entry hall.

"You are beautiful," David told her. He was dashing in his Prince Charming costume. He might have been a few years older than the fairy tale prince, but Audrey found him every bit as wonderful.

"Thank you," she said, managing a curtsy. She tried to sink low to the floor, but her knees would only bend so far.

David grinned at her. "That dress looks a bit like a wedding cake."

Audrey rolled her eyes at him. "You're obviously not familiar with ball gowns." The bodice of her dress was light blue with tiny, sparkling rhinestones scattered throughout. The skirt was made up of rows and rows of silky blue and white fabric, gathered here and there for a draped look. She'd put on a thick, stiff petticoat under the skirt so that it would stand out as far as possible. It was so large that she found herself having to hold her arms out like one of those little pageant girls on television.

David leaned over and kissed her. "If I kiss you, do you fall asleep or something?"

"Wrong princess," she corrected him. "And she woke up when the prince kissed her, silly. Are you ready to go to the party?"

She was excited to attend this particular Halloween party because so many of her friends were going to be there. She couldn't wait to show off her Cinderella gown. Her best friend, Molly, was planning to come as a butterfly. They'd worked on her sparkly wings for weeks.

"There's something we need to do before we go," David told her.

Audrey looked at him skeptically. His tone implied that this wasn't something she would enjoy.

David got that parental look about him, and Audrey squinted her eyes. "What?"

"Do you recall the last time you and Molly were out together?" he asked her.

She nodded. So they'd gotten into a little bit of trouble that had involved a little spaghetti landing into a strange woman's handbag. So what? The lady really hadn't been very nice and probably deserved to scoop pasta out of her coin purse. Audrey giggled a little at the thought, but David ignored her.

"I'm going to remind you to behave yourself with Molly tonight," David announced.

Audrey's bottom involuntarily tingled. "I'll be good," she promised. She could hear her voice rising in pitch.

"I know you will," David told her. "This is going to help."

Audrey glared at David. It wasn't fair to spank her when she hadn't even done anything! She knew it was pointless to argue, though, because she'd tried that before.

"Put your hands on the coffee table," David instructed. He was regarding her a little quizzically, and Audrey soon found out why.

She bent over to place her hands on the coffee table as instructed, and her skirt flew up into the air.

David began to laugh. "I was hoping that would happen?"

Audrey stood and turned to him, hands on her hips. "What?"

"Get back down there," David said, assisting her back into position. "Your skirt is flared around you and making a perfect frame for your pantied bottom. It's like a peacock."

Audrey started to stand again, but David was ready for her. He held her back down. "Stick out that bottom," he commanded. "And don't move. This is a perfect picture."

He meant that literally she discovered as she heard the click of the camera behind her. David pulled her panties down then and arranged them at her knees. Then the camera went off again.

Audrey sighed deeply.

"Hush," David told her. He moved to her side and began walloping her naked bottom with his large hand. "Let's get this tush nice and red for another photo."

"No!" Audrey insisted, but her worries about photography soon faded as her bottom began to warm.

David was scolding her. "You are not to get into any crazy situations with Molly, got that?"

Audrey didn't say anything. She was wondering what was considered crazy.

David spanked her hard three times in exactly the same spot. She screeched. "Yes! I got it!"

"Good," he said. He increased the level of his spanking until she was dancing and wiggling back and forth. She kicked off a glass slipper, and David had to stop spanking her because he was laughing too hard.

"My bottom hurts!" she complained. It did hurt, and she knew it would be even worse if she tried to sit at the party. She wasn't sure she could sit in the dress, though, so maybe it didn't matter.

David finished his spanking with a volley of swats to the lower part of Audrey's cheeks, and she wailed in protest. Then he put her panties back up and pulled her to a standing position.

He tilted her face up so that she was looking into his eyes. "Your bottom sting?"

Audrey nodded, a pout on her lips.

"Good," he said. "That should remind you to stay out of trouble."

"Yes sir," Audrey sighed. She couldn't rub her burning bottom because of the layers of fabric that were in the way.

"I put a little something in your bag as an extra reminder," David told her.

She eyed him. "What is it?"

"Your purple plug," he answered casually. "If you start to act up, we'll go into the bathroom and put it in."

"Nooooo," she whined. She hated having that big plug in her bottom.

"You want to wear it now instead?" David asked her sternly.

She shook her head violently. The damned plug could stay in her bag.

David's look softened. He kissed her forehead. "You really do look beautiful. Go fix your makeup, and we'll be on our way."

Audrey made her way to the bathroom with a little smile on her face and a little glow on her bottom.

Religious Kink

I've been thinking a lot about why religion is a sexual kink for me... or maybe it's not. It just plays easily into my existing kinks. (Religious people having sex wouldn't do much for me, but people spanking with a religious background would).

Interestingly this is all completely separate from my own religious/spiritual leanings. I don't combine them in my mind at all.

I will admit here that I like to read what's become known as Christian Domestic Discipline or CDD. It's really bizarre to me that many people who are just fine with Domestic Discipline are freaked out by CDD. The difference between the two is that CDD is portrayed as accepted/preferred/mandated (depending on who you talk to) by God. Also those who write about these topics on-line often (always?) say that they are living this lifestyle.

I can see that the tendency to be bothered by CDD is a matter of consensuality and also reality. IF this is real (I have to wonder...) then maybe these women are being sort of brainwashed by their churches to participate even though they don't want to. And of course a lack of consent is just violence, and that's not acceptable.

So... I can see the objection. However, I don't think that there is any more to object to in CDD than there is in regular DD. A woman can be raised in a DD household and made to believe that this is what she should do, or she can be talked into it by a man even if she is against it. This would, of course, also be unacceptable.

The people I talk to about CDD are very similar to people I've met (online only) who practice DD. It is a matter of consensuality. You don't see women online saying that they wouldn't let their husbands spank them except that they think God wants them to. It is just as consensual as DD - an agreement to accept and give discipline made before the actual event. It's just that CDD couples say that they believe this is God's way to a happy marriage (DDers will often say it's their own way to a happy marriage).

If you ask me, there's a huge amount of sexuality in CDD. But if you ask others, they will tell you there's not. And what do I know? This is not something I practice. However just the fact that it involves fiction is a good indication.

I am not a right-wing conservative type... um, at all. So why do I want to read about those who are? I'm not sure, but I think it has to do with this fantasy of security I find in these really conservative groups where people separate themselves from the rest of the world. Do I think this is real security? Absolutely not. However I am very much attracted to the fantasy of it.

CDD fiction is full of these perfect, God-fearing, highly ethical men. (Do conservative Christian men, in general, fit this description? In my experience, that's a big loud NO). But how I love those guys in my fiction. These men are infallible. They are intelligent, friendly and authoritative. They would never, ever cheat on their wives. These are some terrific made-up men.

I guess if I'm being completely honest, the lack of consent does appeal to my fantasies too. (Not reality, fantasy.) The idea of a place/group where women get spanked and have no choice is appealing sexually... again, in fantasy. Does this make me an evil, anti-feminist, rotten tomato? Maybe, but I don't care. What turns me on is what turns me on, and I'm not going to apologize for that.

So to summarize my little self-indulgent rambling (that's what a blog is for, yes?) I like CDD fiction. I like it a lot. It pushes my buttons. Do I fear that CDD fiction is somehow putting real women in danger? No. If there are conservative Christians who are putting women in these kind of positions against their will, I am absolutely not in favor of that (although I suppose there is a question of an adult having the right to put herself in certain situations based on her religious beliefs and what she wants.... but that's another thought journey). But I don't think CDD fiction has anything to do with wife-battering. It's about sex, and that's the way I like it!

Why I'm Illuminated

I mentioned before that The Church of the Illuminated stories are my favorites of the stories that I have written.

I've been writing spanking stories almost since I can remember. I have a few stuffed away that were written when I was as young as 7 or 8 years old. I've experimented with a lot of different styles, and of course my knowledge and tastes have changed over the years. The main theme remains the same.

Anyway The Illuminated came from an old fantasy that started in my mind long ago. I grew up not too far from what could only be described as a religious compound. I didn't know any of these people, and I was fascinated. The women wore long skirts, and the children didn't go to public school.

I began making stories up about them in my mind and then writing them down. Slowly these people morphed into my Illuminated.

Of course I realize that the real group that started it all is surely nothing like the group in my mind, but I rather like my version of a fun-loving, sex-crazed, wife-spanking religious cult. I hope you like it, too!

Thrice Illuminated is available now at Lulu in print or as a download. The first chapter is in this post.

Distracted

Well, I'd planned to get Illuminated 3 up today... but then I wasted a bunch of time watching videos on Spanking Tube instead.

Yum.

Thrice Illuminated

Of the stories I've written, the Church of the Illuminated stories are my favorites. I'll tell you more about why later. Right now I wanted to give you a glimpse into Part 3, which I'm planning to make available tomorrow. Here's the first chapter:

Church of the Illuminated Part Three
by Jennie May

Chapter One

“Let’s get going,” Eric called from the living room of our one bedroom apartment.
I stuck my head out of the bedroom door. He was sitting on the sofa, absently flicking through the channels with his remote. He looked annoyed. I’d just finished showering, drying my hair and putting on makeup. I was standing in my panties and bra trying to figure out what I was going to wear. “I’m not ready,” I told him. “We have time. The wedding isn’t until two.”
“You said you wanted to get lunch, remember?” Eric reminded me. He knew I’d wanted to try a new restaurant on the way to the wedding.
“We have plenty of time,” I insisted.
It had been almost three months since I’d broken the lease on my apartment to move in with Eric. Those months had been mostly bliss. I was head-over-heels for this guy. At least I was most of the time.
I looked at my closet and tried to decide what to wear. What on earth is appropriate for an Illuminated wedding? I’d asked Eric, but he only said to wear something pretty. The wedding was taking place in the afternoon, so I knew I didn’t have to go formal. I wondered if a skirt and blouse would be dressy enough. Then I wondered if my skirt would be too short.
“What is taking so long?” Eric demanded. He came through the door looking angry. “You’re not dressed? What have you been doing in here?”
“I’ve been trying to find something to wear,” I told him. “I want to look right for your ultra-conservative friends and family.”
Eric grew up as one of The Illuminated, a fact that I was constantly aware of. This religious group was full of people who were caring and kind, but they had some pretty intense beliefs.
The people getting married today were both first cousins of Eric, one on his mom’s side and one on his dad’s. It seemed to me that pretty much everyone in The Illuminated was related somehow. Ambrose was an unusual bride, being twenty and considered an old maid as far as her church was concerned. Her fiance, David, was only a little bit older. This was unusual also. There was often a good ten or even fifteen year difference in the ages of married couples of The Illuminated. Eric’s mother was a youthful forty-five, but his father was sixty.
Eric was no longer part of the group, but he did share some of their values and ideas. In particular, he believed that the man was the head of the house. This meant that in our relationship, he had total authority.
I knew that was the case, and I was okay with it. I’d always been naturally submissive, and I enjoyed power games during sex. Besides, I was curious about what it would be like to be in a relationship where I was subject to my partner’s rules and discipline. The truth was that it brought me a security that I hadn’t felt before, and the thought of it was kind of sexy. Of course I’d only been at it for two months, and nothing significant had happened. That was about to change.
Eric strode to the closet and grabbed a long skirt and a t-shirt. He thrust them at me. “Here. Wear this.”
I took the things and returned them to the closet. “Not only are those inappropriate for a wedding, they don’t even go together!”
“Well put something on,” he demanded.
“I am!” I yelled. “Get the hell out of here! I’ll be ready when I’m ready!”
Eric stared at me, and I stared back. I’d expected him to mutter something angry and then leave the room. Instead he just looked at me with this weird intensity.
“What?” I said finally, just to break the silence.
“I am warning you,” he said calmly, his eyes drilling into mine, “to change your tone and to do as I tell you.”
I should have stopped there. I should have apologized and just put something on. I couldn’t, though. I had to know what would happen. I had to know if he would really do what he’d said he would do. There was only one way to find out.
“I thought I told you to leave,” I spat.
That did it. Eric reached for me and easily pulled me down onto the bed. He was a lot bigger than me, and he was a lot stronger. It was no problem at all for him to sit down on the bed and then wrestle me across his lap.
My fight or flight response kicked in, and I struggled for all I was worth. Suddenly I did not want to know what it was like to be in a domestic discipline situation. It did not seem sexy. I was scared. My chest was fluttering, and my stomach was churning. When I couldn’t get away, I started to beg.
“Eric, please,” I whined.
He sighed and put a hand on my panties. “Let’s talk about this.”
“Will you let me up?”
“No way,” he said. “This is the perfect position to talk.”
I let my head drop onto the bedspread. Eric held me by the waist. My legs dangled out into the air.
I waited for him to say something.
“You know how I feel about our relationship,” Eric told me. “You are so very important to me, babe. But I believe in a traditional relationship. I expect you to do as I tell you, and I expect you to accept my decisions about the consequences. If you aren’t willing to do that, then you need to tell me right now.”
I thought for a moment. Was I willing to do that? Here I was, over his lap and no doubt about to get spanked for my behavior. Did I want this? “I am,” I told him. “I’m just scared.”
“You should be scared,” he said. “This is about discipline, not sex.”
My eyes began to water. How could I be crying when nothing had happened? Eric had spanked me many times before, always as a form of sexy foreplay. He had never spanked me for my behavior.
“Aren’t we going to be late?” I asked him, trying another tactic.
“We’re skipping lunch,” he announced. “This is more important.”
I felt something inside me sink down to my toes.
“I don’t want to hear you talking to me that way again,” Eric said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said in a very small voice.
Eric began whacking my panties at full force. It stung immediately. Within seconds, it was full-fledged pain. The smacks were painful by themselves, but the way they accumulated was unbearable. My bottom felt like it was one big ball of heat. I tried to speak, but nothing came out when I opened my mouth except for a whine. I could feel tears gather in my eyes and then fall down my face. I started to cry out loud.
This is when Eric took my panties down. He’d seen me naked a hundred times, and I yet I was embarrassed for him to see my bare bottom in these circumstances. Eric continued the spanking, and I cried harder. On bare skin, the sting was more intense and my bottom was getting more tender by the moment. When I realized that I had no control over when this was going to end, I began to panic. My legs kicked on their own, and I pounded the bed with my fists. Eric spanked on. Finally the fight was gone from me, and I melted into the bedspread. I was limp over his lap, conquered.
He stood me up then and placed me in front of him. He looked me in the eye, and I looked at the floor. “Are you ready to behave yourself?”
I nodded. I was too embarrassed to speak to him. I was also extremely turned on. Somewhere during that spanking, the sexy had returned. I wondered if Eric noticed, but I didn’t ask him.
“How do you feel?” he asked me.
I chewed on my lip. “Embarrassed,” I said.
He nodded. “Okay, that’s good. Anything else?”
“My butt hurts,” I told him.
He smiled. “Also good.”
“I’m sorry I talked to you like that. I don’t know why I did that,” I said honestly.
“Oh babe,” Eric said. I could see his eyes soften right in front of me. He stood up and put his arms around me. Then he kissed me deeply.
I kissed him back, hard, grabbing his hair with my hands. I was burning with lust and I didn’t have to wonder long if he was too. Eric pressed against me, and I felt him hard inside his black pants.
“It’s not supposed to happen like this,” Eric mumbled, apparently to himself.
“Hm?” I breathed into his ear.
“I don’t want you to associate punishment with sex,” he whispered, grasping me under my bottom and lifting me toward him.
“I’ve associated punishment with sex my whole life,” I answered. I leaned into him, and he bit my ear. It sent shivers up and down my body.
He continued nibbling on my ear and then my neck. Then he licked his way down to my bra and bit my breasts likely. It was a tiny pain, a prick, and it made me crazy with desire.
Eric put me on the bed face down and began kissing the back of my neck. He kissed his way right down my spine, stopping to lick me now and then. I groaned and wiggled, but he held me still. When he got to the base of my spine, he kissed my bottom. My panties were still around my thighs. These he pulled off and tossed onto the floor. When he opened my legs, I shuddered. He was an expert with his tongue. He moved it around toward my clit. Then he turned me over and finished the job.
My clit began to swell with the touch of his tongue. I pushed my pelvis toward him, and he took hold of my legs. Then he lightly bit the inside of my thighs.
“Oh Eric,” I breathed, on the edge.
His tongue moved back to my clit and began flittering back and forth. It was enough. I came hard, feeling my juices flowing out of control. My body rocked with intensity, and I even cried out. Then I fell back onto the bed.
I was relaxed for a moment, but then Eric started kissing me again. He stopped for a moment to remove his pants, shirt, undershirt and underwear. Naked, he climbed on top of me. His cock was swollen and ready. I grabbed hold of it, wanting to feel its thickness. Then I got up and pushed him into my mouth.
I let my tongue tease him the way he had teased me, tracing circles and moving in and out. I put one hand around the base of him, and with the other I cupped his balls.
He went still and groaned. Then he said, “I want to come inside you.”
I let go of him and let him fall onto me. He entered me quickly, and I knew he was about to burst. We moved together on the bed until he released.
Once he’d had a chance to catch his breath, he said, “We’re not supposed to have sex after a spanking.”
“We always have sex after a spanking,” I argued.
He rolled next to me and settled into the pillow. “No, I mean after discipline. That’s unless we have disciplinary sex. You’re not supposed to enjoy it. Well, not too much.”
“I think I’ll always enjoy it,” I told him. “But if it’s any consolation, my butt still hurts a lot.”
“That’s good,” he said. “Do you feel punished?”
“Punished and loved,” I told him honestly.
He put his arms around me and held me tight. We stayed there together for a long time before Eric announced it was time to get going or we’d miss the whole wedding.
I chose a black skirt and a black and white top. I was worried that someone might be upset that I was wearing black to a wedding, but Eric said to let it go. I obeyed him and let it go. It felt good.

Spanking, With A Side of Sex

Can it really be just about discipline? Are there really people who live DD where sexuality doesn't play the tiniest role?

I dunno.

I take it a step farther myself. I like sex all mixed up with discipline. In my stories I've written about using anal sex, forced touching and even rough sex almost as a form of punishment. I'm not sure I'd be interested in this kind of relationship IRL, but this kind of consensual rape so to speak does pop up in my dark fantasies.

The first time I read a story like this was years ago. It was called "Jessie and Her Daddy" and sometimes "Sweet Gestures". It was written by someone who called him or herself Uninhibited. That was one time when I read a story and my buttons were pushed HARD by something I'd never really thought about before. I would say it inspired the kind of age play I like to write now.

Spanking in Autumn

Halloween and fall in general really get my fantasies going.

There's something about the autumn that makes spanking play even more fun. It might have to do with the feeling you get when that chilly air hits your bare bottom. Yum. Also there's something sexy about pumpkins. Laugh if you want!

Haybales, hayrides (especially scary Halloween ones where you have to grab your daddy close!), apple picking, and candy of course are some of my favorite things.

I dress up every year, usually a furry animal of some kind but sometimes a cute outfit with a short, full skirt.

Excuse me. I'm going to go make a pile of crunchy leaves and JUMP IN IT!

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A Peek At Audrey

It's hard to french braid pigtails. For one thing you have to hold your arms up for a long time, and they start to ache. You can't look in the mirror much because you get all twisty turny with your fingers. Sometimes you get all done and it looks really good except for there's this one bump of hair that's driving you crazy. Your daddy says no one will notice and hurry up let's get in the car. But you can't stand that bump! So you pull at it and then you have a big strand of hair falling down over your french braid, and that just doesn't look right at all.

You daddy says come on RIGHT NOW.

Blah. You have to undo your pigtail and start all over again. Your daddy says why don't you just wear regular pigtails today because we're running late. Then you have to stamp your foot and remind him that you WANT to wear french braid pigtails. What you want is what you want.

Then your daddy comes into the bedroom, and he is not looking so happy. He tells you that you have 30 seconds to get your little behind out to the car. You cannot complete a french braid pigtail in 30 seconds. You can't even complete a real pigtail in 30 seconds.

You could take down your hair, brush it out and go like that. But you WANT french braid pigtails!

So you give your daddy a big pouty face and tell him a little too sharply that you will be ready when you are ready.

Your daddy does not respond to your commands as you do to his. Instead he marches toward you. You realize what's happening and instinctively back away. Your daddy lifts your full, short skirt in one hand and smacks your panties hard with the other. He is fast. This only takes him about 5 seconds. You wonder if he knows how to french braid a pigtail.

You jump and squeal and turn to your daddy. WHAT?

Your daddy explains that he has had it up to here (where?) with these pigtails and that you are getting into the car right this second.

You rub the sore spot on your bottom and explain that you will not be going anywhere until you are finished.

Your daddy sighs. Then he drags you onto the bed and flips you over his lap. He is quite good at this. He pins you down and takes the hairbrush out of your hand. It is only plastic, but that's bad enough.

He pulls down your panties and spanks you hard with the hairbrush. The spanks come fast and furious, and you begin to wiggle for all you are worth. The heat in your bottom has built very quickly. There is no warm-up here. This is a quick job designed to make you very uncomfortable for the upcoming car ride. It's to remind you that you are not the person in charge.

You are reminded. Your bottom stings, and the tears are pooling but not falling when your daddy lifts you to your feet. You glance at the mirror. Your skirt is still up, and your panties are still down. You can see that your daddy has painted your bottom a mostly bright pink with a few variations. You can also see that your hair has come undone on both sides.

Your daddy asks you if you are ready to behave yourself. You nod and sniff. He gives you a little kiss on the forehead and then takes your hand to lead you out to the car. He has tossed the hairbrush onto the bed. You grab it as you follow him out the door. You will do your french braid pigtails in the car. It might be harder that way, but it will keep your mind off your burning bottom.

It's hard to french braid pigtails.

When Age Play and DD Mix

Picture a couple in a male dominant domestic discipline relationship. The woman has done something that the couple has previously agreed will require punishment. So the man sends the woman to put on her "punishment clothes".

You've heard of this, right? You see it in a lot of stories, and people talk about it on message boards. I suppose punishment clothes could mean something else (like a frilly apron and nothing else!) but most of the time it invloves the woman dressing up... not so much as a child but as a kind of fantasy child in short frilly dresses and pigtails. These kinds of clothes are often used in age play games, but apparently they are also used for discipline.

So what's up with this? Is this something the woman has chosen, or is it part of the discipline? I definitely get the idea that much of the time the outfit is part of the punishment. I guess it could be used to get the woman into a certain, childlike state of mind.

When I'm being spanked, especially otk, I start to shrink inside. I feel little, like a child. It's not a bad thing. In fact it gives me a feeling of security. I wonder if the clothing does something similar?

Or is the clothing intended to embarass the woman, adding to her punishment?

I like the possibilities of clothing in any kind of power exchange relationship. I like being told to wear certain panties under my clothes or no panties at all so that he can have easier access to my bottom. There have been several terrific stories where a man asks a woman, in public, to go to the restroom and remove her panties. That makes me all shivery.

If you are young enough and small enough, you could wear little girls' clothes and actually look like a real little girl. Does anyone really pull this off in public? I love the idea that people do! I'm small myself and could probably look very young, but I don't know if I would have the courage to do this... and I've never had a top ask me to. :-)

The age play clothes for time at home are different, though. Often they look like those sparkly little clothes pageant kids wear. Made specifically for ageplay, they will often feature a drop-seat (pajamas) or even a tie on the dress so that it can be pulled up and away from a bare bottom.

I know that lots of people like to use nudity in a DD relationship, but that's not for me. I like to have my bottom uncovered. It makes me feel submissive, like I am subject to authority. Being nude would make me feel... visually groped.

Do some couples in DD relationships use age play props (like clothes) for discipline but not engage in actual age play? Or do these typically go hand-in-hand? I wonder...

Ageplay, What It Is & Isn't

There are a lot of people out there who enjoy ageplay. It comes in many forms, and it is expressed in many ways. Ageplay doesn't have to be a woman pretending to be a child with a man who remains a grown-up. The genders can mix themselves up any which way, and a huge variety of ages can be involve. Adult infants want to wear diapers and use pacifiers. Some of us older girls mostly want to be spanked. The point is that ageplay is definitely out there, and people are definitely interested.

There's a problem, though. The world at large can get a little worked up about this stuff. Why? Well, it's mainly because of some misconceptions.

Ageplay is not about children. This is huge. People who participate in ageplay are not wanna-be pedophiles who just can't find a child to hurt. I'm talking about dominant man, submissive female here because that's what I know. Dominant men I meet who want to play with a "grown-up little girl" have absolutely no interest in children. If they were interested in children, they would not be talking to me!

Ageplay is consensual and gives something to both (or all) participants. I am not being forced or degraded in any way when I participate in ageplay. This is what I want!

Ageplay is not inherently sexual. Okay, for me it is. I like to mix sex with my ageplay. Lots and lots of people who play don't like to have sex involved at all. Know what? Either way is okay because we are talking about consenting adults who have chosen to play a game, can make their own rules and it's really none of your business.

Ahem.

I write to fantasize, and I write to understand myself. I write to work out the demons inside me, and I write to entertain. Ageplay is part of that for me. If it's part of that for you, too, then feel free to express yourself.

Hello Out There

Hi, big world. My name is Jennie and I write stories about ageplay, domestic discipline and spanking.
If you don't like that stuff, no problem. Just move on to something you do like.
I need a place to put my thoughts on my sexuality, and I also want to get my stories out there for people to find. More to come. :-)