H got another half-hour break, and then I put her over my knee and it was time for the figging. Gently, carefully, I worked the long piece of ginger into her tiny backside. She squirmed, she whimpered, she moaned, but she was a good girl and took it all. I left a pretty big “handle” on the end, as you can see.
Also, you can see the bruises at the top-center — those are from her belt whipping — and again the one on her thigh. The one at the top-left is left over from last Thursday.
She liked the ginger at first — until the… oils? juices? whatever… really started seeping in. After five minutes, she went from “oh, this is fine, I like this” to “RED RED RED RED RED!” in about a second. Since this was her first time getting figged (and it was for play, not for punishment), I removed the ginger immediately. She was fine after, and actually wants to try it between her thighs sometime.
The fact that she went “RED RED RED RED RED!” means I’m definitely on the right track for using this as a punishment.
(See the entire session.)