Experimenting with some more “narrative” pictures… Giantess, anyone? 🙂
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I don’t know if that is still Jeep’s tagline, but I always thought that that slogan needed a disclaimer ^^
I am available for all your advertising needs, of course!
Happy New Year
Well, another turn around the sun, hey?
Life has that wonderful way of going up and down, left and right, tipsy-turvying its merry way as we all pretty much make stuff up along the way.
Can’t say that my 2024 was a great one, but a new year is always a good point to reflect, renew, and start fresh! Lots of projects on the cards and exciting things to keep me going in 2025 (in my actual life as well as my online one!); I’m looking forward to it!
One of the most important realisations this year has been that if I don’t make time for myself, and for what I want to do, there is never going to be a time to do it. Waiting for the right moment is all well and good, but there are so many countless other things that can and do fill our time that that moment might never come if we don’t make it happen. And I’ve been probably guilty of deferring to that hypothetical “later” too often, to my own detriment, really. You live and you learn, even at my advanced, decrepit age (36 is a doozie, not sure I’d recommend it!).
But enough about little old me; however your 2024 did go, I hope your 2025 will be even better, and that all your hopes, projects, and dreams will bear fruit. You’ve got this! And if you need an ear, be it to celebrate or commiserate, I’m always happy to listen!
It works, I’m telling you…
The funny things when you get back to art after a longish break is that a lot seems easier than before, as if the brain has taken that time off to digest ideas and techniques… In my case, I feel like I’m enjoying drawing hair a lot more at the moment, and I think it shows? In any case, maybe it’s like batteries that need to recharge from time to time.
Now, of course, I don’t want to burn out my poor brain (again?), and I know I’ve been drawing a lot this past week so I keep it in mind. But there is so much joy in it at the minute, dear reader! And in writing too, of course, but that I never stopped doing, at least for myself. Art, I hadn’t touched in months…
I’m just a better, happier person when I’m creative, but that also means getting rest, lest it overwhelms. And sometimes the same goes with kink. Intense periods of it, of passion, of carnal, sensual pleasure, then it goes dormant for a while, only to come back later. Am I making any sense?
Take breaks; it helps enjoy things more, is all I’m saying ^^
Les bornes des limites
Question : ça veut dire quoi, « trop » ? Elle est où, la ligne ? Parce que c’est bien gentil de me dire « tu pousses, là, Julie… » ou « attention, Julie, t’es limite, là ». Mais c’est pas très clair, quoi… Je pousse quoi ? Je suis à la limite de quoi ? C’est très vague, moi j’dis… C’est quoi la prochaine ? « Attention, Julie, tu vas bientôt dépasser les bornes des limites ? »
Je suis pas un poisson rouge, mais c’est pas évident de me rappeler de tous les différentes règles, tu vois… Sur les routes il y a des panneaux qui te les rappellent, les limites de vitesse… Moi j’dis que si j’ai pas de rappel, c’est pas juste que je sois punie…
Quoi ? Non je ne me moque pas… Je pose des questions, c’est tout… Et—
Non, c’était pas très poli, ce que j’ai dit…
… Mais si, je l’adore, ta mère…
Bah non, je savais pas que t’étais en haut-parleur !…
Oui, j’ai mal aux fesses, oui…
…
Même sans me retourner, je le vois, ton air satisfait, Thomas…
Non, ça ira, merci, je pense que tu t’es bien fait comprendre il y a cinq minutes… Pas la peine d’en rajouter…
… Mais bon, quand même, tu dois bien avouer que—
Les mains sur la tête, oui, oui… Mais…
Aïe !! Okay, okay, je dis plus rien !
…
C’est juste que… parfois j’abuse un peu et tu rigoles… Et parfois, paf !, je me retrouve avec les fesses dans cet état… Un peu de clarté, ce serait mieux pour tout le monde, non ?… C’est comme si la limitation de vitesse changeait au jour le jour.
Ha ha, très drôle… Non, j’étais pas à 200 à l’heure… J’étais à 5 au dessus, max… Et pas en zone urbaine ! Z’êtes juste un peu inégal, m’sieur l’agent ! Un jour ça passe, et le lendemain…
Mais non, Thomas, je veux pas que tu deviennes un tyran, rhooo… Qui exagère, là ?
Je dis pas que je veux jamais être punie non plus… Ce serait pas marrant… C’est juste que parfois je dis bien pire que ce que j’ai dit tout à l’heure… Et tu rigoles… Mais là, bim ! Fessée !
Rhooo… Fais pas le grognon… Je sais que je méritais… Mais je sais aussi qu’au fond t’adores quand je suis—
Non, pas une chipie, non… J’ai pas 5 ans, merci… J’vais pas t’appeler ‘monsieur’ non plus… Mais, comme je disais, au fond, t’adores quand j’abuse…
Mais si…
Mais si…
Mais s… Oh, dis donc, Thomas, les mensonges c’est n— aïe !! Aïe-euh, mes fesses ! Arrête !! Je dis plus rien !
…
C’est pas juste…
Mais non, j’abuse pas, là !… Je fais la conversation…
Bah oui, j’y suis, au coin… J’ai pas bougé… Je me suis pas retournée, j’ai les mains sur la tête, tout comme tu m’as dit… Bah oui je parle mais je voudrais pas que tu t’ennuies… Je t’aime bien trop pour ça, mon lapinouchounet d’amour…
Comment ça je suis limite encore ? Un ton moqueur ? Moi ? Jamais…
J’ai pas vu de panneau « moquerie interdite », de tout façon… Puis tu m’as déjà punie alors bon…
Moi, je pense que tu veux pas en parler parce que tu sais bien que j’ai raison. Et donc je pense que vu que les règles ne sont pas claires, pour les deux prochaines semaines je devrais avoir une immunité.
Euh… C’était quoi, ce bruit ? C’était pas ta ceinture, hein ?
Gaëlle P.
Words of wisdom… And a picture to celebrate the many benefits that friendship can bring 😉
On a more personal note, it’s always fun to work with people to commemorate special times in their life, or to surprise a friend/partner with some naughty fun ^^
Season’s Greetings
I make myself chuckle 😂
La fée-sée
The Spank-City Tribune – 9
Fun, fun, fun!
To be honest, I appreciate spankings much more when there is a reason behind them. It might not be a very serious reason, and it sometimes it can be a game to pretty much invent one in the spur of the moment, but I find that it brings so much more to the experience than a simple, ‘just for fun’ spanking.
Maybe it’s because I have known some very playful spankees for whom the threat of a spanking to come was just as fun as the spanking itself; maybe it’s because of these games of hide and seek, of playful banter and exasperation that culminates in a —well deserved by then— reddening of buttocks. It may also be that enjoying hurting someone is easier to accept when the hurting seems justified (no unwilling cheeks were hurt in the making of this post), but that’s a topic for another day.
Of course, spanking isn’t one thing. There isn’t one spanking, there are spankings, plural, and they come in many shades of red. Depending on the reason, on the occasion, on the spankee and on the spanker, there will be many ways to enjoy and punish as is fit. There is a simple pleasure in pale cheeks turning red (or dark cheeks, all skin tones are welcome), in resistance giving way, in breathing becoming harder as the burning increases. I hope that for the spankees, there is something also in having a fault, however small, being expiated, forgiven and forgotten. A clean slate for a red bottom, it seems a fair trade.
It’s not to say that funishment is not… well, fun; but it’s always nice to have a scolding to accompany the smacks, like lyrics to the music, if you will. Isn’t it?
