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ginger oil

Was that really a question, anon? Or a just reminder to add it to your shopping list?

You must be referring to Gingerol, a chemical compound found in fresh ginger. Chemically, gingerol is a relative of capsaicin and piperine, the compounds that give chillis and black pepper their spicy kick.

Being an oil, it’s solubility in water is quite low. So making your own ginger oil from a fresh ginger root would require steeping the shredded root in another oil (like olive oil), probably for an hour in a pan of boiling water to increase its solubility. Once cooled, you can filter the ginger shreds from the oil through a strainer, and transfer it to a bottle for safekeeping.

Or you could buy the oil ready-made in a health shop, though this is likely to be even more concentrated, and probably intended for aromatherapy rather than contact with the skin.

And why would you bother?

Well, those who have read the post about Figging with Ginger might be curious to experience the sensation themselves. And an alternative to using a whole root is to apply some ginger oil to a sex toy like a vibe, butt plug or dildo. Which does away with the need for all that carving, and allows you to sprinkle in a few drops of ginger heat whenever you play.

Just be aware, ginger is strong. Like capsaicin high concentrations can burn you, which isn’t going to pleasant in tender intimate places. So if you want to experiment, start with miniscule amounts. And build up as your familiarity increases. I’d be interested to hear readers’ own experiences.

Better living through chemistry…

Sandalwood and Ginger

spankingtheatre:

A spanking story, for Christmas

Do you know what it’s like to be spanked in public?

You might think the bystanders would interrupt, outraged at the indecency.
But they don’t.
They stay.
They lurk.
And they watch.

They are mesmerised by my nudity, their gaze ensnared by the curves of my cheeks, fascinated by the bright pink patches that suddenly appear.
They are captivated by the sound, that slow one-handed clap, that erotic rhythm, underlaid by my plaintive little moans. Because the sound of a bottom smacking is unique, and as seductive as a siren’s song.

I know this because I’ve been spanked in public countless times. In library aisles. In gloomy bars. On golden beaches. On garden lawns and under trees in parks. Often on the bare, always in front of disbelieving eyes.
But you never forget your first time.

Ah, now you’re curious, aren’t you?
Are you imagining me?
Bending over and exposed, about to get what naughty girls deserve.
Say it with me, under your breath.
I deserve a good spanking.
It feels good, doesn’t it?
I deserve a long, hard spanking.
Say it like you mean it.
And I’ll tell you my story…

Keep reading

A seasonal story, to get you in the mood…

I enjoy self-punishment… things that I can do by myself that inflict pain and/or embarrassment. I’ve re-created the ‘punishment panties,’ as well as parts of the story ‘coming of age’. Self-spanking isn’t great for me, I need something that I don’t have to be administering the whole time. The punishment panties were great for this. I’m looking for more methods of self-punishment similar to this. Any suggestions? I’m a male.

I wrote a post a while back with some ideas for discreet public embarrassments.

And another post about ideas for humiliating self-punishments in private.

I think any good governess who was too busy to spank a wayward boy would probably produce a nice big butt plug and stretch the naughty boy’s bottom.

The plug would be likely be lubricated by something designed for the recipient’s discomfort, such as Icy Hot, Deep Heat, chilli oil or ginger paste.

She might even decide a good figging was required, with his underpants and trousers pulled up afterwards. With a belt tied around the waist to ensure no interference. After a couple of hours the naughty boy would be begging to have his shorts pulled down, begging for a thorough bottom inspection.

Just imagine what your imaginary disciplinarian would do…

New Rule

conscious-submission:

conscious-submission:

Every time I masturbate, I must use Icy Hot.

12/12:

Decided to plan out an elaborate scene. First, I prepared a Panty Pulling Chair with four cushions. Then, I read the amazing story, “The Sit-Down Dance,” written by @spankingtheatre. As I progressed through the chapters, I took out a cushion each time the characters were subject to the sit-down dance. I held my elbows behind my back when I wasn’t scrolling, and kept my legs spread wide as I started on the first part of my journey.

The end of the fourth chapter left me in pain, and very wet. I decided to reward myself after a successful punishment, but of course, my rule makes it so that even a reward is a punishment, in its own way. 

I decided to turn a bug into a feature by focusing on anal. It’s something I’m a little bit fascinated by, even though I’ve never done it successfully, and I hoped that Icy Hot might act like the ginger lubricant the Headmistress uses in the story, allowing me to play more easily with my back door. I searched on Pornhub for “anal rimming fingering fucking”, and found the delightful “I WAS CRAVING ANAL SEX SO I FINGERED AND FUCKED MY ASS WITH A DILDO.” 

I did exactly what the girl did in the video, except with Icy Hot on my fingers, and then slathered over my dildo as my only lubricant. Only managed to get half of it in, so I’m definitely going to try this again, and hopefully be able to fuck my ass deeper next time. Also, didn’t manage to come, unfortunately – but hopefully that’ll come with practice! 

The only question is, do I get an orgasm today? Or should I hold off until I can fit the whole dildo in my ass?

I love how creative readers get with my stories. And there’s several good playtime ideas in this post, although I’d recommend starting with small amounts of ginger or menthol balms like Icy Hot, if you’re new to sensation play, as both can be quite overwhelming for novices. A dab on the bottom hole before a panty-pulling can greatly intensify the experience.

Sandalwood and Ginger

spankingtheatre:

A spanking story, for Christmas

Do you know what it’s like to be spanked in public?

You might think the bystanders would interrupt, outraged at the indecency.
But they don’t.
They stay.
They lurk.
And they watch.

They are mesmerised by my nudity, their gaze ensnared by the curves of my cheeks, fascinated by the bright pink patches that suddenly appear.
They are captivated by the sound, that slow one-handed clap, that erotic rhythm, underlaid by my plaintive little moans. Because the sound of a bottom smacking is unique, and as seductive as a siren’s song.

I know this because I’ve been spanked in public countless times. In library aisles. In gloomy bars. On golden beaches. On garden lawns and under trees in parks. Often on the bare, always in front of disbelieving eyes.
But you never forget your first time.

Ah, now you’re curious, aren’t you?
Are you imagining me?
Bending over and exposed, about to get what naughty girls deserve.
Say it with me, under your breath.
I deserve a good spanking.
It feels good, doesn’t it?
I deserve a long, hard spanking.
Say it like you mean it.
And I’ll tell you my story…

Keep reading

It may have a Christmas setting, but Sandalwood and Ginger is really a story about masks we wear, about the secret desires we keep hidden, and what might happen if someone appeared in your life to make them real.

The Ginger part of the title, as you might expect, refers to figging, the exquisite torment of a burning heat inside a spanked bottom. The Sandalwood is more Proustian, a sweet aromatic scent that invokes memories, a trigger for latent carnal cravings.

So, for those yet to read it, I do hope you’ll enjoy this tale of masked balls, gyno inspections, panty-gags, public spankings, ginger plugging and good old-fashioned slipperings. Whatever the time of year.

Your ticket to the masked ball awaits

Sandalwood and Ginger

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– from the festively naughty story Sandalwood and Ginger

Inspected and Figged

An anonymous reader writes:

For yesterday’s “naughty game”, I decided
to enlist the help of a partner. He seemed pretty delighted when I asked
him to choose one. Somehow, though, he seemed to temporarily forget how
to count and elected to choose not one, but three. He sent me a message first
thing in the morning to tell myself to prepare for the “Inspections for Girls” game, followed by “Bottom Inspection” and “Figging”. I’m not
unfamiliar with ginger, and my past experiences have been incredibly
painful, so I was both excited and terrified by the prospect.

Now, I’m pretty much entirely comfortable with myself
around this partner. So I didn’t think he could make me feel *that*
embarrassed just by looking at me. How wrong I was. He started by having
me stand on a stool in the middle of the room whilst he stared intently
at my body. He touched my breasts and squeezed my nipples whilst
commenting on how nice they are (I’m not good at receiving
compliments!). He was extremely formal about everything – the way he
spoke, the way he positioned me, the way he took his time examining
every detail, even the way he touched me…

Then he helped me off the stool,
and asked me to lie on the bed. Then he asked me to pull my feet towards
my bum and spread my knees. Like a gynaecological exam. I was hesitant,
but he stood authoritatively over me and waited until I did. The silent
stare eventually became more intimidating than having to open my legs.
He proceeded to gently stroke my outer labia and my mound – both
extremely sensitive areas for me. I wanted to buck my hips and squirm
but I didn’t dare move. I know exactly how hard he can slap my inner
thigh if he wants to reprimand me, and I wasn’t going to risk that!

Suddenly he pulled away and disappeared somewhere behind my
head. Then I heard the sound of latex medical gloves. Again with the
formality. It felt clinical, unemotional. As though he was simply
looking at a body, with no sexuality involved at all. When he came back,
he began to run his fingers around my inner labia and the outside of my
vagina. Then inside my vagina. Just one finger. Clinical. Prodding it.
Commenting on how open it was.

He searched for my g-spot, but once he
was sure that he had identified it he lingered just long enough to test
my reaction before pulling out. Then – and I have no idea how he did it –
he spent an age examining my clitoral hood without touching my clit at
all. I was so desperate. But I still did not dare to move. When he
finally touched my clit, it was too much. I started to move in towards
his finger. But I still couldn’t look him in the face.

Suddenly, in an unexpected deviation from the plot, he was
on top of me. I still felt so ashamed of my arousal that I found it
difficult to accept. But I liked that. Within no time, I had relaxed, my
head was exploding and my whole body was tingling.

At that point, I thought that he had forgotten about
the second part of the game. But no. Apparently he just wanted me to
have an orgasm first so that the sensations would be all the more
sensitive. He instructed me to pile up some pillows on the edge of the
bed and to bend over them.

Then he began the bottom inspection. This was
somehow easier. I didn’t feel as exposed. At least, not until he put
his gloves on again, unceremoniously lubed me up and stuck his fingers
in there. One by one. Commenting on how eager my bum was to swallow
them. Thankfully,  he didn’t linger for as long. Instead, he took his
time circling a piece of ginger around my anus. The tingling felt
so good. I was able to sexualise the pain far more effectively than I
have in the past, and I put that down to the way that he made me
feel. My bum was basically begging for the ginger to be put in there.
And in it went. And I instantly felt light-headed. I was floating.

But he wasn’t finished. He got a cane out, and he told me
that I was going to receive six, and that I was to count them and ask
for each one. Of course, the first strike put me in such an intensely
pleasurable space that I promptly forgot everything that he had said. I
didn’t even comprehend the reason for the long silence because I was
revelling in the sensations flooding across my body and mind. As a
result, I got an extra one added to my sentence. The next five went much
the same as the first, each one washing across my body like the first.

As I went to ask for my final one, he told me that he wanted me to ask
for it *very* hard and in my crease. I wanted it, and there was no
hesitation. The pain felt so good. As he struck, I came.

And that’s when
he produced the second piece of ginger, carved into a crescent moon
shape. Once he had inserted it into my pussy, it just took a slight
wiggle for it to make my g-spot and my clit tingle simultaneously. As
you can imagine, my orgasms became uncontrollable from that point on…


Thank you, dear reader, for this delightfully evocative account of your playtime. In the naughty games I’ve always wanted to create activities that can be enjoyed by both single players alone and couples together. So I’m happy to hear you had such a great orgasms, and loved how you cleverly chained them together to create such a memorable experience! Along with the randomness of the hat, combining games is another idea readers might like to try for themselves…

I thought you’d like to know that after reading your post my girlfriend brought home a ginger root. She made me carve it in front of her, and now the plug I made is lurking in the fridge. Waiting! I know at any moment she might command me to fetch it and bend over. I find the prospect both thrilling and terrifying!

I’m glad you’ve both been inspired by the latest game!

I find a finger of ginger kept in the fridge makes an excellent erotic threat. A kinky Sword of Damocles. Every home should have one.

I thought you’d like to know that after reading your post my girlfriend brought home a ginger root. She made me carve it in front of her, and now the plug I made is lurking in the fridge. Waiting! I know at any moment she might command me to fetch it and bend over. I find the prospect both thrilling and terrifying!

I’m glad you’ve both been inspired by the latest game!

I find a finger of ginger kept in the fridge makes an excellent erotic threat. A kinky Sword of Damocles. Every home should have one.

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