‘Tis the season to be spanked!

If there was ever a time of year to convert people to the joyfulness of receiving a spanking I believe it would be winter. What better way is there to warm up the body than a sound smacking on the bare bottom? It really does give you that warm fuzzy feeling from the inside out that no other kinky play can really compete with, though I appreciate I’m pretty biased! Whether you elfishly embraced the magic of Christmas (like me) or you’re more of a sultry Scrooge, I hope we can unite in finding some silly satisfaction in the abundance of seasonal scolding opportunities this time of year. It’s not hard to be creative with the role playing … You better not cry, you better not pout … I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus … that little drummer boy … the naughty list!? I believe Santa was a spanko, and I’m sure the scene where he get’s cross and threatens his cane in Miracle on 34th street may have something to do with my love of older disciplinarians. Although anyone who truly believes, knows that Santa is female and a very Pretty Dommeand I really am an elf just raised by humans. If you don’t believe yet and need evidence, then you’re in luck, I have vid proof! Watch as I get thoroughly humiliated and in trouble for being a naughty little elf by Santa, not once but twice! Support me directly by checking out our daft Xmas antics on my ManyVids where there is a big SALE or ideally via my Silly Rabbit studio on Clips4Sale with this link:

https://clips4sale.com/155541/silly-rabbit/cid0c6f171b0fe51f337f0844621b

By using the above link I can receive 75% profit until the end of Jan on my clips4sale. I really appreciate the support, thank you in advance! I will work hard to get all my clips on there in the next week so you can support me directly, I have been so slow at this and as the gorgeous Miss Iceni pointed out, I’m missing out on the royalties! I have some great clips coming, written by the witty @Hawkeye0701 on Twitter ☺️ For now, my elfish antics will certainly give you a giggle!

Home alone and deeply restless, the craving for some over the knee discipline runs a little too deep tonight. Instead I’m wrapped up in the chunkiest and cosiest of faux fur blankets, sipping a whisky, and listening to the whispery voice of Lune Innate in my best attempt to self soothe, which will have to do as I’m not sure when I shall get my next spanking fix. Having done my time slaving away in a career cage in London, I really do cherish the fact that I can be paid whilst openly being a spank slut, long may it last! Yet whilst I strive to own my kinky desires unashamedly, I’ll admit I do still feel anxiety around the feelings of dependancy that this fetish sometimes brings. The longing to be disciplined has something to do with the power play and intimate exchange for me, so it’s not something that is satisfied from just anyone, and I can’t always let go in the same way, especially not by self administering impact play and I often struggle to without scolding. I think it is for these reasons I have started enjoying topping too, I really do ‘get it’ and as a top I want my spankee to feel disciplined whilst also affectionately wanted and cared for.

Just chillin’ like a Dilan

I’m embarrassed to admit that when I began writing this I was not long home from a spanking shoot down south, where spanktastic photographer @JasOakPhotos did attentively redden my seat. It’s been a few weeks since I scribbled the above words about feeling ‘needy’, but with new tightened Covid restrictions and having clumsily left my heart in all the wrong places, I’ll admit my craving for physical intimacy has only grown since. I struggle with SAD so I’m paticularly self-aware of my heightened sensitivity when the days get darker, and I even found myself experiencing sub drop for the first time in a while after a caning shoot in October. It feels a bit vulnerable to be writing this, I really hate nothing more than being pitied. I’m sharing incase anyone else feels they are being ‘too needy’ or ‘too much’ in their desires, you are not alone! Remember you are no more needy than someone who may be craving their own space or distance, or other attention, you just have different wants and needs. I have learned from experience it’s simply not helpful to fall into a downward spiral of self criticism, so don’t listen to voices that aren’t helpful. That said, I appreciate practicing self love is easier said than done, we all have complicated personal lives to deal with. My intuition rarely fails me, so I am really trying to connect and listen to my body and mind, and I do need to slow down a little. Gently being you is gold star worthy too, honest. Trust me, as I cocooned in the first lockdown I started blossoming into Miss Honeysuckle – and teachers know best!

We are all a little fragile ❄️

Art by CrazyLegs14, Fetlife.
Inspired by our photoshoot in the Highlands, post lockdown Spring 2020, where I told him all about the Japanese art of Kintsugi.

I think we should embrace the feeling of fragility. I want to feel like a precious vase on a mantlepiece, admired, adored and then brutally thrown to the ground and destroyed into lots of little pieces, before delicately mended back together again, more beautiful than before. Objectification, especially in lots of feminist literature, is often discussed as an awful and abusive thing… but I think this line of thinking can be rather immature. As a woman, and a liberal feminist, I am plagued by my overactive mind and often fail to meet my own standards – that are usually much higher than anyone elses. So I find it is so nice to just let go and be adored, most of the time I love being objectified and fulfilling someone’s fantasy, which in return makes me feel good. Sexual/kinky objectification in many forms can be freeing, it is cathartic to stop overthinking and just embrace the pleasure or pain of belonging to someone in the moment. I’m smiling from the inside as I revisit a memory when I had a boundary pushed by a sadist, I fully submitted to consensual non consent, and I have never felt more alive. I was used and degraded, but then lovingly showered, and my intense feeling of gratitude and the euphoria that followed was overwhelming (in a good way). I felt every emotion, but most importantly I was fully present in the moment, where no other mindful activity, yoga practice or meditation has ever taken me before. Maybe that is also where danger or addiction lies. Sometimes I do wobble about my desire for this escape and question why I want to feel so small. This man sadly wasn’t a keeper, and part of me hates that I cling to this memory, but I choose to remain happy about this intense and meaningful connection. I hope to have the opportunity to experience fear and anger and love like that again.

Humanity is fragile. As kinksters we have to be extra mindful that we are toying with living and breathing human beings. Even basic impact play is ‘consensual abuse’ that is often easily misunderstood and so I believe we have a duty of care to be extra responsible. I don’t just mean physically, but I think people vary in their ability to ‘detach’ emotionally and the hurt that comes from relationships ending or play and dynamics going wrong can still be incredibly painful, even if there was no bad intention or romantic attachment. I love that we are a community that shares experiences and creates guidelines and advice around consent and non-monogamy, relationships of these kinds are ultimately about communication, things change and people will still get hurt. I’m an adventurous soul and I wouldn’t want to belong anywhere else, life on the edge can be scary but it’s also thrilling. I often jump into kinky dynamics seemingly impulsively, but I do always check in with my rational head and try to focus on how I feel intuitively (again .. brave? Or stupid haha). Whilst I rarely regret these decisions, in my personal life I do struggle with getting too quickly attached and often go for avoidant partners – a habit that rarely ends well. I can’t say I will change, but I am going to try and be less of a hopeless romantic and focus on self love a little more in 2020! Anyone joining me?

Making my debut on set as Miss Honeysuckle. Camerawork by Kima Zake, exciting footage to come alongside the stunning Miss Scarlet in 2021! From top right to lower left: Bella, Mila, Naomi & Eden 🍑

It takes courage

to stay delicate

in a world this cruel.

Beau Taplin

I’ve always been good with my hands so I think it’s a natural progression that I have started exploring my toppy side more too. Expectations are high for what the kink Gods may bring in 2021, especially with a promising vaccine on the horizon! If you had asked me a year ago I would never have imagined myself as a pro disciplinarian but it comes a lot more naturally than expected, especially the scolding! I’m still maturing, mastering the cane and learning about myself, but it feels tremendous to take my spanking enthusiasm to the next level. It’s a lesson to never limit yourself by your own beliefs. Thank you to all the lovely bottoms who let me practice! After playful experiences with friends, topping on set and now a few corporal punishment sessions as Miss Honeysuckle under my belt, I have discovered an exciting sadistic streak!

For the first time ever, I can imagine enjoying the power and responsibility of being dominant and switching in my personal life too, and would love to be gifted true submission with a play partner some day, I can imagine it is a great honour to receive.

What do you call yours? 🍯

Hand Lettering by Alison Carmichael

On a wintery note and in a similar delicate vein, I’ve decided to nickname my vulva my snowflake. Maybe in the summer I’ll go bare and call it my honeypot like a true dirty sassenach – if this reference is lost on you, then check out Jamie in Outlander, a major on screen highlight of my 2020! I like cunt too but only in very dirty talk, snowflake is much more ‘me’! It’s sensitive, rarely seen and gorgeously melts with a little temperature play. Another highlight of my year was treating myself to this ceramic dildo from Coco de Mer which you can fill with hot water, it is something I’ve wanted for years but always seemed far too indulgent a treat to myself … working like a crazy person 7days week for a few months in a pandemic has to have its perks, although I haven’t even stopped to actually play with it yet!  

As I was hanging snowflakes on my Christmas tree, I couldn’t help but think about how sad it is that something so intricate and darling as a snowflake has become a derogatory term for my generation. I also think people who say ‘I hate snowflakes’ are normally really annoying people who spend all their time bitching about other people’s incompetency rather than helping come up with a solution, so they need to work harder at being kind. I’ve somehow never been called a snowflake (to my face at least) but I do identify with being sensitive and past battles with depression have been hard and real. I was raised with some Northern grit so I’m not usually offended easily, but even if there is some truth around millennials not being made of tougher stuff, I’d personally rather hang out with a gentle snowflake than a hot-headed hailstone. I wish all the snowflake haters would have some time out to work on their selves as they aren’t helping any sensitive souls with their out-dated attitude. Rant over.

❄️ ‘Tis also the season to celebrate snowflakes!
Photo by Pretty Domme – check out her OF if you haven’t already!

In role-play however, well, bring on the outdated scoldings .. I still really love trembling under the hand of an authoritarian telling me I have ‘let down the school’ or whatever, the more over the top and unfair the reason for my punishment the better!! I like to be unfairly on the receiving end and have to take it anyway.

Although as a new top who is acutely aware of the impact of self talk, there are certain things you won’t find me naturally saying in a scolding. I don’t personally like use of the words ‘pathetic’ or ‘weak’ so would need strong conviction from a bottom before considering using these… a good disciplinarian knows the difference between being strict and just plain mean I think. That said, I can see how accidents must happen as words carry such different weight for people. I have no issue being called ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ for instance whereas I know for others this a huge no go area. Being disciplined for being a dirty slut gets me in the perfect headspace. It is equally important to take responsibility as a bottom and be aware of what you want and don’t want to hear. I ‘let go’ and really get into the headspace when topping too, so you need to know these things in advance to avoid insult.

Anyway, what do you call yours? I don’t want insult anyone but I’ve always secretly loved the power that the word cunt holds, anyone can be a dick but a cunt … that holds real power! Even typing it I feel naughty. I’m not really a swearer but there’s something about an attractive dominant talking dirty about a dripping wet cunt that makes my snowflake melt (see, both work)! Somehow it echoes the power of the feminine divine. Did you know there is a Hindu goddess of nature called Kunti? I had a similar discussion with a friend who shared this hilarious woman’s mission with me to to add a definition of cunt to the dictionary that includes the overlap or intersection in a Venn diagram by 2023. She’s so passionate I want to help her. In the same way I’ve reclaimed cunt, being a slut and objectified as ways that feel empowering as a woman, I’m now ready to reclaim Snowflake – Who’s with me!?

Oh dear, I realise I’ve gone on quite a few tangents here, I hope I made you smile. This year has been a bit of a mare for us all hasn’t it! I hope like me you manage to find some silver linings. Huge thank you to all the wonderfully generous people who have hired or helped me this year in my kinky professional adventures, it is so liberating to be able to do what I love! Massive thank you also to everyone who supported me by sharing and/or contributing to my summer fundraiser – I’m delighted to share that we managed to reach the target of £1250 and Laxman now has his own wheels and the freedom to move independently and get to his studies in Nepal – well done for changing his life, I’m so delighted he got his scooter, woop woop!

May the tears you cried in 2020, water the seeds you plant for 2021.

Your favourite Silly Rabbit xxx

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