Governing the Gang Girl 4: Suspense and counting, for a caned girl

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site. I’ll soon put up a link to a page you can buy this excellent and very sexy erotica.

In this episode Jack plans Charmie’s caning. He’ll tell her the number of strokes in advance, so she doesn’t have too much uncertainty. And he won’t make her count the strokes aloud and thank him, because he generally does that to stop submissive from drifting off into subspace under discipline.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: When to be naked?

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site. Shortly I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this excellent and very sexy erotica.

In this episode, Jack finishes plotting Charmie’s punishment. She’ll take the first twelve strokes of the cane bent over her bedroom table, wearing the t-shirt, then, her first dozen delivered, she’ll apologise to her audience will watch her take off her t-shirt and bend over to take the remaining twelve completely naked. He’s pretty sure all three women in that house will enjoy that.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. Jerusalem Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Caves: way down below the earth

ribbonyMy friend and his girlfriend had a good time, both under the ground and in the old and moderately grand hotel. The girlfriend, Iseult, and I talked about DJ-ing and politics, also stealing “Games of Thrones” from Rupert Murdoch (spit), and this and that, and we did okay.

There were waitresses, not the old waiters, in the dining room. The one who came to our table was Italian, not (as I’d predicted) German. She was tall, dark, with her hair up and she wore black yoga pants. Even in the gloom of the restaurant it was obvious she had a fantastic ass. She wasn’t completely immune to my charms, since I was using them lightly, mostly because they were understaffed and she was having to work far too hard. So I made her laugh a lot, which is good, but she wasn’t about to sleep with some guy she’d met two hours ago. Well, not this guy, anyway.

I hadn’t really expected anything else, so that was cool. There’s Warren Zevon’s “Lawyers, guns and money”, that begins, “Well, I went home with the waitress, the way I always do; how was I to know she was with the Russians too…”

If it was me, that song’d begin, “Well, the waitress doesn’t know my name; she never really does: She’s worked there seven months now, while she waits for someone else.” 

Except that when she saw me in the morning, I got a conspiratorial smile and a couple of good words. And that was nearly it. Well, the whole flirtation only happened because I was with a couple, and they fondled discreetly, and so … Also the hotel was kind of isolated. If it’d had been a city or even a small town, I’d assume the waitpersons have their own boyfriends or girlfriends to go home to. Well, there it was. 

But here’s another shot of the caves. 

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Caving, tunnelling, cave men and cave women: join the club!

A cave man

A cave man

I’m going into some caves this weekend. I’m going to be a mad-looking bugger with a light shining from my forehead.

So the incredibly slow-moving story of Raylene will have to continue on Monday.

I’m going with a couple, as the third wheel, being a friend of the man. The woman has not necessarily warmed to me. I’ll say “yet”, because she doesn’t actually hate me. But I have boring conversations about music with her boyfriend.

I’ll be at a hotel built in the 19th Century, which makes it an old, even ancient, building in this part of the world.

A cavewoman. She's mostly gratuitous, because I've written about caves but this is a sex blog. But there's also the point about how your expectations change, according to whether you hear the words "cave man" or "cave woman"

A cavewoman. She’s mostly gratuitous, because I’ve written about caves but this is a sex blog. But isn’t it interesting how your expectations change, according to whether you hear the words “cave man” or “cave woman”

It used to be wonderfully old-fashioned – a roast on Sundays in the restaurant, served by doddery but learned male waiters, with no female waiters – but it’s been done up. Now there will be dishes with a pistachio and marrow jus, and so on, served by a beautiful German girl, nearly seven feet tall, who speaks better English than most of the guests, making a bit of money to keep her holiday going. 

I don’t think one is better than the other: it’s just that the old-fashioned version is rarer. 

Anyway, this weekend I’m a cave man: big boots, mad bugger forehead-light, club. Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Canings and considerations

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on the net. Shortly I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this excellent and very hot erotica.

In this episode Jack considers how he is going to make this caning work, so it’s sort of punitive and definitely sexy. Having witnesses will help, because Charmie likes to show off. How many strokes, though? How hard should he go? These are all question that Jack considers, while having his shower.

He finds, while he’s thinking about this, that hie is turned on like a TV.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

– Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Happily whipping Jesus 3: Magdalene flogs herself, again

This is another in the series Happily Whipping Jesus, which is about bdsm in religious art. Mostly Christian art, but I’ll bring in examples from the art of other religions as I find them. The earlier posts can be found here and here.

Anyway, here are some more images of the Penitent Magdalena, who Medieval Christians decided was a sex worker, which for various reasons is highly improbable, even if you accept the Bible as a reliable source for … well, anything, really. She is supposed to have spent the years after Jesus’ death living in a cave and whipping herself, when the desire took her. Er, the desire to purify herself. But see the fourth of today’s images. 

after_giovanni_francesco_barbieri_il_guercino_the_penitent_magdalene_d5868192h1  Here’s Mary Magdalena with a whip of thorns. (It’s a coiled whip, not Jesus’ crown of thorns. If the crown of thorns had been that big it would have slipped down past his ears and hung round his neck, causing embarrassment all round.) She contemplates it with a certain solemn anticipation.

She’s bared her breasts (1) so she can more effectively lash her own back and (2) the artist can paint some very pleasant tits.

The artist is Giovanni Francesco.

Or at least the original was. This is a copy made by another, unknown artist, for display in some Italian piazza. I think the image is a little too … distracting to have been used in a church.

guido-reni-the-penitent-magdalene2 Here’s one by Guido Reni, who may be my favourite Italian Renaissance painter. This is an image in which Magdalena’s hand is holding a swatch of her own hair, which looks like a whip, though when you look closer you see there isn’t a whip there. (Other Italian painters did the same thing, with Magdalena.)

But the bared breasts and the sensuous expression echo the pose and the emotional and sexual feeling of the more explicit paintings where Magdalena’s whip is shown. 

well whipped magdalene Geurcino ca 15513. In this image she’s in mid-whipping, stripped to the waist. Note the eyes focussed on the image of her Master, the little Jesus on a crucifix.

In this image she’s stripped to the waist, though the artist didn’t have the nerve to paint her saintly breasts. Instead we get her arm wielding the little scourge.  

The artist is Giovanni Barbieri, known as “Guercino”, I’m afraid that in my humble opinion he isn’t really very good.

Unknown-54  This one exemplified the way that artists liked to use Maria Magdalena. She’s a religious figure and also a sexual one. 

In a way the penitent Magdalene hearkens back to the ancient Greek and Roman flagellation cults, with that mixture of “spiritual” setting, extreme emotional arousal, and sexual arousal, which is found in a number of Christian saints. Here she is in a state of ecstasy, which you could call religious or you could call mid-orgasmic.

It looks like an orgasm, a good one, to me.

Or, if you think (as I do) that older kinds of religion are being mixed here with the more dour and anti-sex Christian tradition, you could say it’s both.

By the way, the skull she’s pressing against her lower belly is, tradition says, the skull of the late Jesus of Nazareth.

Is that healthy? Not really, but it is psychologically interesting.

The artist is (tip of the hat and thanks to Gretel, in the comments) Guido Cagnacci,  1663.

Food for Thought Friday: Fool for Love

f4tf_button2Kat, from the Food for Thought Friday team asks: 

 

What is the most foolish thing you have ever done in the pursuit of love or sex?

 

Answer:

Her name was Kristina. I thought she was perfect in every way: long blonde hair, papa-shell eyes, a laugh like birdsong and a pretty nose. She was always immaculately dressed and she always had dry hands, which was unusual in a seven-year old. Pristine Kristina.

I was eight, and when I saw Kristina I wanted her at my side, to hear great plans and make some of our own. She might even kiss me. I started having ideas about deeper and more adult possibilities. I’d been shown a girl’s cunt, or two, and I had an older brother tell me that they felt really nice. So there was that to consider, too. Kristina went to my head.

But she hadn’t noticed me.

Well, I reasoned, I could fix that. I’d do something heroic that would display my courage and physical skill, and demonstrate my love for her.

At our school there was a thing for kids to climb on, with two enormous rope cargo nets fixed over a frame. The two nets met at the very top of the framework. So one day, when Kristina was climbing on the net, I bounded up as well. “Look!” I said.

My precocious interest in ropes and knots, you see...

My precocious interest in ropes and knots, you see…

I wormed my way between the nets, until I was close to the top. I put my feet into the net’s holes, one on each net, and then let go with my hands so that my body hung down, head first into the bare clay, hard as concrete, a terrifyingly long way below me. But I held on with my feet, and didnt fall.

Some teacher turned up and yelled at everyone to get off the nets. Then he bawled me out. Apparently there’s a lot of paperwork if one of your pupils gets killed on your watch. 

He wanted to know why I’d done it. I thought that if I told him I’d be bandying a lady’s name about, and I already knew that bandying is bad. So I claimed I couldn’t remember why. I cleaned many blackboards that afternoon, for the purity of my love.

Anyway, Kristina sidled up to me later. “You hung down between the nets!” 

Well, I remembered that. I was glad she remembered, though. “Yes!” I said. And I started to say something about running away to join a circus, but she interrupted.

“When you were up there, hanging between those nets -”

“Yes?”

“We could all see your willie!” And she laughed and skipped off, and never bothered to notice me again. 

From that I learned … nothing. I learned nothing at all.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Nipples of tantalum and lead

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t like their books available free online. Shortly I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this excellent and very hot erotica.

In this episode, Jack sends Charmie off to the church next door on Sunday morning, wearing only a t-sdhirt, to cut two canes, one thin and one thick, for him to use on her bottom. He adds that when she sees her sister Zerlina, and Zerlina’s friend Lynette having breakfast in the kitchen, she is to explain that she’s about to get the cane for dissing them at dinner last night. And tell them that they’re invited to come up and witness her punishment.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are ouchie, but the atmosphere is always loving. Jerusalem Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!

Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Oh, fuck them, too

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”. I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t like their books being available free online. Shortly I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this excellent, very hot erotica.

In this episode, Jack goes back to check on Charmie. they have a sort of half-sex, and then he tells her it’s time for her to go down to the church next door, in only a t-shirt, to cut the two canes he’s going to use on her. For her caning, which will happen with Zerlina and possibly Lynette watching.

Does Charmie think that will be hot? Oh yes. She thinks that might be delicious.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are ouchie, but the atmosphere is always loving. Jerusalem Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it’s like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Zerlina naked, and sort of dressed

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t like their booksbeing available free online.

In this episode, Zerlina makes it clear to Jack that certain sexual possibilities he thought she’d closed off to him, some years ago, are open again. As are her most delectable thighs.

He tries, and does not completely manage, to keep his head in the face of vast and deliberate temptation. Charmie and Zerlina are skilled at winding up men who want to be in charge of them.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are ouchie, but the atmosphere is always loving. Jerusalem Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

– Isadora Druse, reviewer.