It’s been raining here at Castle Fitz. I say raining, what I mean is that the school run was punctuated by a torrential downpour, which left me soaked through. The most annoying bit of the journey, however, happened just two houses from home, when - just as if someone flicked a switch - the rain eased off to a slight drizzle.

So I get to the door of Castle Fitz, knock the knocker because there’s no way I was fishing in my pocket for my waterlogged keys, and faced the brat, dripping wet but with no discernable downpour to account for it.

I hate it when my clothes go splat.

So anyway, I was left with the choice of having myself photographed in the alltogether, bedraggled and thawing, or doing this: annoying our 8-year-old cross border collie in the name of HNT.

The world is not ready for Fully Nekkid Fitz just yet, you understand…Even from the back.

Ack

Gaah

Grrrrrrrrr

It’s fucking December!

I hate December, the run up til Christmas. The constant rounds of lists and presents and crowds and “what do we get so-and-so” and  “If we spend THIS much on THAT, we can do a bit more there” and when do we get the Turkey, and should it be a frozen one or fresh, and when does the bonus come through and….

AAARGH!

It doesn’t help that I’ve had a serious case of the CBA’s the last couple of days.

CBA - Can’t Be Arsed. Sorry if that doesn’t translate, you guys over the pond. I’m sure you get the drift.

I’m tense and tired and I feel like I’m letting everything slide. Hell, I AM letting everything slide and it’s all because I’ve got to face up to three weeks of every bit of purchasing coming under the heading of “Christmas shopping”.

I don’t want to!

Gaaah!

Anyway, fuck it!

Half Nekkid Thursday…there will be a slight delay while I either snap some new pics of some interesting part of brat’s body, or dig something up from our archives, but there will be a semi-revealing shot of someone turning up at some point, I promise.

Don’t forget, you pesky lot, that the Great Bratmaster Visitor Survey is still open, so whoever you are, even if you’ve just clicked through from a Sugasm post, or from Bonnie’s blog or Spankingblog or whatever, we’d love to hear from you all!

We’re getting some interesing and definitive results from the survey so far:

Most of our responders are women between the ages of 20 and 45, and most of them consider themselves top-notch spankos. No surprises there, eh?

Our Spanking reports and personal thoughts are definitely the most popular posts, and you certainly seem to want more of them!
Most of you want to know more about the Master/slave lifestyle we lead. I’ve already posted a bit about it, but you can definitely look forward to more of the same soon. Bit of philosophy, bit of soul searching, bit of history…it’s all good!
You want to see more pictures, apparently. Well, I’m sure we can oblige on that front!
And you would seem to want some good juicy spanking fiction, too. Again, I’m sure we can oblige - if I can keep a certain strippedy feline blogger from rugby tackling each piece out of my hands first!

As for when you pop in to visit, it’s a fairly even spread, with some diligent souls managing to drop by every day, some passing this way every couple of days and quite a few watching their feed readers for new posts or scheduling a weekly visit.

Well, thanks to every one of the 23 responders we’ve got so far. Your opinions do count and we will take notice of them as we continue to grow here at Castle Fitz. If you haven’t filled in the Survey yet, why the hell not?? Get your asses over there right now, or I’ll be round your place with a big paddle to sort you out, y’hear?

We’re taking a week off from providing a brand new pic for HNT this week, so here’s one from my vanilla archives.

Happy Thanksgiving to our US visitors, and happy Thursday to everyone else!

Twenty strokes, as voted for by our generous readers

Here it is, folks - with a subtle change. Firstly, after our recent discussion/row, and considering the voting this week has been substantially less frantic than the previous week, with only 47 votes polled in total, the decision was made to administer only one stroke per vote. Therefore, here we have a bratty bum adorned with twenty strokes of our whippy, lovely bamboo cane.

There were tears, there was shouting, but a bit of TLC and a glass of wine later, that amazingly resilient brat was laughing and joking around as if nothing had happened. It’s the most she’s ever taken while bent over as opposed to lying down, so I’m ever so proud of her. She did well!

Spanking Thursday Results

It was touch and go in the closing stages with the one implement that’s been ahead all week getting some serious competiton, but it just wasn’t enough:

So at some point between now and next Thursday, my clever bratty girl will be bending over for fifteen lashes from our very sexy, intoxicatingly excruciating riding crop.

There won’t be a poll for Spanking Thursday this week as I want to catch up and post the cropping photo as next week’s HNT pic, but don’t despair dear readers, something new will be going up in our sidebar either later today or tomorrow, which I’m sure you will enjoy filling in.

Welcome to another Half Nekkid Thursday! I can’t quite believe we’ve been at it six weeks, but here it is. No stupid pun in the title this week, I’m happy to announce afraid, as this is a special one for us.

This pic was taken during the Collaring Ritual on Monday afternoon. At this point, my brat had pledged herself in slavery to me and had her hands and feet bound. Perfect opportunity to get a quick snap for HNT, thought I.

_{PS: The polls are now open for voting on next weeks’ Spanking Thursday implement. All the scores have been reset to zero, so vote for your favourite, or the one you want me to use most, or the one you think brat will like the best or least between now and next Wednesday night. Tomorrow, I’ll be posting the pictorial evidence of this week’s result - 57 strokes of our bamboo cane!}

That piercing through the little triangular bit (called a tragus) took the piercer quite a while to do.

Quite a while, meaning an hour!

Yu see, the problem wasn’t getting a needle through her - despite her being the “Thickest person he’s had” - the problem was fitting the actual metal. Try as he might, he couldn’t get the bar more than halfway through her ear. He had to re-sanitise himself more times than I can remember, swore - or wanted to swear - like a trooper most of the time, sweated profusely, mopped more blood away from her ear than is really healthy and basically had a hell of a time.

I had to leave halfway through because it was rapidly approaching time to pick up the kids from school at 3pm. We’d arrived at the piercers at 1pm!

It actually reminded me amusingly of an incident that occurred while brat was in hospital having our second bundle of hell joy. She was notoriously bad at having blood samples taken. Really notorious. She wouldn’t bleed, kind of notorious.

It took a team of anaesthetists to take each sample as they stood over her, jabbing all kinds of needles into all kinds of veins and arteries, risking their professional reputation on the poor girl, who still refused to part with her life fluid. Eventually they got around the problem by fitting a tap directly into her aorta.

Anyway, the incident in question happened when we visited our child in the Neo-natal unit. We got talking to a Paediatric Registrar about brat’s problem with bloodletting. Well the fool decided he’d have a go.

Three quarters of an hour later, after attacking poor brat with all kinds of needles designed for very small babies and also some scary large adult needles, he left the room a sweating, broken man, with barely a millileter of brat’s blood to show for his efforts.

She’s not a bleeder, my brat.

Waddya mean the puns are getting worse?

Let’s be honest here, folks, I could write my shopping list down here and no-one would be any the wiser. I know, I know, what an impressive tattoo!

The Eye of Horus came first, eight years ago, but then a couple of years later, she decided it wasn’t enough and had that tribal design (she says it’s not a devil. Lucifer would disagree, I feel) put around it.

In between those, she had a little shark done on the other shoulder. Anyone want to see that one?

Nest weeks’ HNT will be a Halloweeny theme. Not sure who’s going to be posing. It depends who can get the apple furthest into their mouths without breaking their jaw…or who wants to wear the silly vinyl cloak we picked up yesterday as a joke…

It’s Bad Pun HNT day today. So here’s a rare picture of yer actual in-the-flesh Master Fitz flashing his favourite piercing.

The day I had it done was fun. I’d just gotten over my first ever attack of Gout, so when the piercer asked if it hurt having a rather scary large gauge needle shoved through my nipple, I could reply in all honesty that it din’t hurt as much as my toe had been.

I wsa surprised a couple of hours later to realise that the topical anaethetic had worn off, but I was still feeling no pain. At the same time, I needed the toilet and while washing my hands afterwards, decided to have a look at my new body mod.

I lifted my black t-shirt to look in the washroom mirror…

To discover that the left side of my torso was literally covered in blood! Being the practical sort that I am, I cleared as much away as I could, chuckling, and wandered off. Needless to say my companions were suitably and satisfyingly horrified when I told them.

That night, we (brat and I, long before the contract) decided to try having sex. I strapped a sterile dressing to my chest and assumed the missionary position. About thirty seconds later, her side began to feel sticky against my forearm. Fearing the worst, I hit the light.

Yep, my nip had pissed with blood yet again. We looked like an extra from a horror film. The sex was good, though…

Take one brat, add maid’s outfit, cute knickers and a broken rule…

The burning question is…

What’s written on the front of those knickers?

They really are that size, too

It was sheer luck that brat managed to come across this gorgeous, knockout corset on Ebay last month. I thought this shot would make a fine first HNT post. What do you think?

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UPDATE :: Apparently the folks at ABH like it too, we’re Pick Of The Day!
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