Figging: Anal Discipline

Spanking and figging, from Spanky Loves Kallisto:

Once I was already well warmed up, we got to the ginger. I think I was a bit tense, with everything going on (housework, etc). It wasn’t quite as comfortable–if you can really use that word when talking about figging?–as last time. It was still really good though–there is nothing quite like that tingling burn. We did also cut a little piece that I held by my clit, and that was really good. It creates a warm burn that seems to intensify everything else. Between a warm and stinging bottom, and the warm burning of my clit and bottom from the ginger, things were feeling pretty hot. Then Spanky took me from behind (after removing the ginger–haha!) and it was sublime. Wow!

Here’s a fun figging fantasy (or, at least, it reads more like a fantasy than an after-action report) for you:

She comes into the room… I have her face away and duct tape her ankles together.. then just above her knees. I look at her cute pigtails and get instantly aroused.

I pull her shirt off her head, give her a kiss and clumsily unhook her bra with her help…. Then the arms get bound behind her back .. at the elbows and wrists… pushing out her firm breasts and nipples… I grab my stick and whach each breast, leaving a nice rectangular red square above each nipple. She holds the wood in her mouth as I finish binding her hands.

With a firm shove she lands ass-up on the edge of the bed. I pull her pants down revealing white cotton panties.. and a beautiful ass. I pull down the panties and realize she did not wear the butt plug to our meeting. Infuriated? Nope. I smile.

I reach over to the table and grab my 4 inch hunting knife and the ginger finger that I bought the night before and slice off a piece and crush it beneath her nose.. she emits a whimper knowing that I plan to make her pretty pink rosebud burn like a campfire.

I carve the finger into a plug shape with a nice base and shove it in.. yelps and whines… Ahhh music…

Now I am fully hard… My throbbing cock finds its home in her wet, quivering pussy while I hold the root firmly in it’s new home.. and vigrously fuck my little painlover…. sounds of pain and pleasure blend to a crecendo of orgasmic delight…. mmmm… Hunan subby.. smells like sex and ginger.

Yet another happy figging customer, is Tiggr from A Spanking Good Time. She had a quiet night to herself, and a hand of ginger:

As I began to scrape the skin from the heavily-scented root, my mind swirled and reeled. I decided to cut off the slightly smaller appendage protruding from the side of the finger and quickly wrapped it back up and put it back in the crisper. Then I turned my attention to doing my best to carve a suitable “plug” of the smelly stuff.

Keep in mind that even the remaining, peeled finger was HUGE… nearly as wide as my very sturdy blue butt plug. I ran the root under the cold water for a long time, letting it absorb the clean, fresh coldness and chill substantially between my fingers.

It was time. I gulped and swallowed and felt the butterflies flying freely up into my throat.

You can read all about her experience where she posted it, but I have to quote the great testimonial at the end:

Now, for anyone who has ever even remotely considered giving ginger a try, I will simply say:

DO IT NOW… right now! Don’t walk, RUN, to your nearest grocery store, stopping by the kitchen for a knife on your way to the bedroom. I’ve never felt anything quite like this…

It was like the world’s longest, slowest and most intense full-body orgasm without ever actually physically coming. Oh, it was definitely physical in every way… my bottom tightened convulsively around the ginger, over and over again. I wasn’t really sure whether my most intimate skin was trying to get closer to or farther from the intensity of the sensations. But my pussy’s clenching was unmistakably wanting.

I burned with desire and passion and heat and longing and intensity like I’ve never felt before. As I just sat back and absorbed the sensations, I noticed them beginning to fade and I was actually very sorry to feel the heat cool. It occurred to me only moments before the fading started that I really should have peeled that smaller appendage ad inserted it in my pussy early on. But since the large one was fading quickly, I decided to save it for another adventure soon (I hope).

As the last remnants of warmth faded, my pussy’s need overwhelmed me and I decided that I simply must grasp the opportunity to physically come while the ginger was still embedded deep in my bottom. So I headed to the bedroom, grabbed my vibrator and rolled myself onto the bed with my legs spread. It took only seconds for that weak-batteried old vibe to bring forth a body shuddering orgasm, followed almost immediately by another.

Ok, boys and girls, here’s why you don’t got to phone sex operators for advice on sex practices:

On a recent phone call, this man told Me he was jamming an entire plant [ginger root] in his butt, not peeled, not washed, he just bought and shoved. He then was moaning that he felt nothing, and the other”phone Mistress” that he had spoken to was wrong.

LOL, he just bought and shoved.

From Mistress V.

Interesting, figging didn’t do much, but maybe it did?

Figging: using prepped fresh Ginger as a dildo to get a warming sensation which should reportedly incite extreme passion in the one fucked. Um…. Not in our case. Bunny claims more burn from mentholatum rub. However the burn did not go deep inside as did Ginger. But she was not driven crazily into lust.

We had a good session. I had her crawl in the bed room. Wear her cuffs. I fucked her pussy and then her ass. She doesn’t like the missionary ass fuck position. But put her into Doggy Style and she is great with anal. So last night she told me I gave her multiple orgasms when I fucked her ass (ginger didn’t help? Hmmm….)

In this fanfic by Liyla, Draco Malfoy gets a well-deserved caning, with added fig:

“Only a mudblood? ONLY A MUDBLOOD! You think this is about some foolish, moral sentiment, boy?” He spat the word “boy,” as if to suggest that Draco deserved no human name right now. “Malfoys are not hooligans! If you want to rape somebody, you do not just drag her into an alley and start tearing at her like some wild animal! Do you realize how many people I had to obliviate to cover this up? You acted like a common yob, and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT! Now,” he pointed with the cane, “get over the desk!”

Fighting tears, Draco removed his robe and laid it carefully over the back of a chair. He hesitated, though, as he reached for his belt. Last time they had done this, his father had him remove his trousers and underwear. Last time they had done this, though, Draco had been nine years old.

He looked up for guidance, and his father nodded slowly. Trying to preserve as much dignity as possibly, while still cooperating completely, he loosened his belt and unzipped his fly, but bent over the desk before pushing his garments around his ankles and flipping up the back of his shirt.

Lucius was actually impressed. It was difficult to remain composed while preparing to be tortured. And he was planning on torturing the boy. This was a rare occurance, but he had always loved the power of it. Here, his son, afraid that non-compliance would provoke a worse punishment, would do anything he asked.

“Spread your legs, boy, so I can get the insides of your thighs.” Not bad. He didn’t even hesitate. Probably thought he deserved anything he got. This would be delicious. With a crime of this magnitude to punish, he could take full advantage of the power. Somewhere in the back of Lucius’s mind, a neuron fired. Something his father had done to him once during a similar punishment…it had been absolute agony…put something in him…what was it? Ahhh, yes. He called for a house-elf, who apparated into the room immediately.

“May I help you, Master Malfoy?” His eyes darted only briefly towards Draco, spread over the desk and shivering slightly.

His voice was calm now, smooth and cruel. “Yes. Go get a finger of fresh ginger, the largest you can find, and peel it for me.”

The elf’s face twitched as he tried not to smirk. He answered, “right away master,” as he dissappeared, returning only moments later with the ginger. It was, indeed, fresh. The smell of it filled the room quickly as Lucius flipped open a small pocket knife and began carving an indentation toward one end.

Draco had not been sure, at first, what the spice might be for, but it seemed obvious now. He took a breath and tried to calm himself as he looked at it. It did not look painfully large, but he guessed that the size was not what he had to worry about.

Satisfied with the plug, Lucius held it out to his son. “You seem to have figured out what to do with this. Go ahead.”

“Yes, Father.” He inserted it gently, being careful not to break it, and bent back over the desk. What a sight he must have made, bent over, legs spread, and this thing hanging out the back of him. Now he couldn’t even figure out why his father had made him do that. It didn’t even hurt.

“Count, them boy.” *ssssssssssswishCRACK* Right across the tops of his thighs. Draco was trying to take this as well as he could. Lucius was curious how long he could hold out before he broke this elegant demeaner he was obviously trying to cultivate.

“O-one.”

The ginger was was clearly taking affect by the fifth stroke. Draco had started writhing and whimpering more than the caning itself warrented. It took a little over two dozen blows before he cracked. Without warning, he threw himself off the desk, pulled out the ginger and lay rolling on the floor, howling and pleading for mercy. Lucius stood over him quietly and waited for him to calm down…

From deep in the archives of Annie’s Blog, another of her delicious figgings:

Robert started to hang the naughty pictures again, getting about three of them up before getting “inspired” and taking off for downstairs. He returned with the Dreaded Root. Wow. What a surprise. I knew I wouldn’t escape the weekend without a goodly dose of ginger.

Robert put me over the spanking bench and restrained my wrists and ankles – he’s figured out by now that restraining me so I can’t move increases the effects of the figging, though he does miss out on the fun of watching me squirm. He poked the ginger root into my recently well-used and still very sensitive bottom and returned to hanging his art. He was in as fine a mood as I’ve ever seen him, whistling, serenading in his Donald Duck voice (“It’s got to be youuuuu… Wonderful youuuuu…”), visiting me every few minutes for a little hand-spanking or beastie slurp while I literally stewed, whimpered, squeezed, pressed and wriggled as much as posible over the spanking bench with that lit sparkler up my butt. Clearly, Robert’s idea of heaven.

Finally satisfied with his handiwork, Robert lifted my head by my ponytail and fucked my mouth for a bit before taking his place behind me to plunge the beast into my pussy for the deep hard fucking I’d been begging for, every slap of his hips on my ass thrusting the ginger root plug in time. “oooohYYESSSSSbabeeeeeFUCKME!!!”

Though he released me from the bench, he did not remove the offending plug. Don’t let it be said my husband doesn’t take advantage of a “learning opportunity”. He made me sit (squirm) on the stool in my corner and study on the punishment paddling pictures there stuck to the big bulletin board…

Ah, the joys of sexual pseudoscience:

Procedure: Prepare the ginger by cutting a long finger from the root. Remove the knots and peel the skin. Shape the finger in the shape of the buttplug and include a retention ring. Cut a small 1/8 in diameter strip and peel it. The 1/8” strip will be used for the penis provided the secondary scope is explored. Place both pieces in a bowl of cold water.

Once the pain pig is prepared by restraining him, take the ginger plug out of the bowl and slowly insert in his ass. Be sure to take your time as you don’t want to accidentally break off the ginger. When the ginger is fully inserted, sit back and wait for the effects. During the waiting period it is highly recommended that the pain big bottom type is tortured and tormented. Have the bottom type pay special attention to the burning effects, so they can be reported on at a later time. If burning effects of the Ginger butt plug do not prove to be satisfactory, take the 1/8” strip and insert it into the tip of the bottoms cock. Again, have the bottom type pay special attention to the burning effects.

After the effects of the ginger wear off remove the plug and 1/8” strip. Put on the latex glove and grab the bottle of Tabasco. Apply the Tabasco to the bottoms ass and your fingers in the same manor you would use with lube. Pretty much pretend the Tabasco is lube. Be sure to insert your fingers deeply move your fingers all around inside to see how the burning changes with different pressure. Have the bottom pay attention as before. Once you are finished have the bottom type shower and rinse his ass thoroughly using the spray hose.

Results: The burning from the Ginger plug was pretty mild and ended up being a quite pleasurable sensation. The sensation was quite arousing and the burning was not as strong as the Tiger balm. The plug was moved back and forth and the ass was pressed together. The moving of the Ginger plug did increase the burning sensation some, but it was still very mild.

The burning from the Ginger 1/8” piece in the cock was non-existent. Most of the sensation was from the piece being physically pushed inside the cock. It was also rotated to see if that would have any effect. The rotating did not produce any burning; however, the physical sensation was pleasurable.

The mild Tabasco burned quite a bit. The intensity slowly grew though it started out pretty strong from the beginning. It was far more intense than the Ginger and Tiger Balm. As the fingers were moved or pressed against the prostate, the burning would spike and cause noises of distress from the bottom type. The Tabasco even burned some while rinsing it with the sprayer.

And the ranks of figging afficionados swell by one more:

Oh my god, I tried figging last night. Oh my god! It’s wonderful. Who knew that ginger would make me feel this way?! It’s sort of a pity that I’m no longer sleeping with *him*, and I doubt that new prospect wants to be initiated into my little bedroom secrets *quite* so early on. Grr.

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Oh gosh it’s good! I used a fairly large piece of ginger (so I wouldn’t lose it)and left the little bobbly bits on the sides on it. Played with my plug for a while so I was nice and loose, then pushed the ginger in. Oh my god!

It stings, but not unbearably – I guess the feeling is akin to the first time I ever tried anal or the one you get after the third time that night ;) Mind you, I’m the sort of girl who likes her anal rather hard and rough, so the mild pain element is somewhat of a huge turn-on. Came very quickly – defnitely think that I’m going to incorporate it into my solo anal play on a regular basis (whether I can get someone else involved would be a bonus!)!

JasonElvis writes:

I tried a new sexual practice on Sunday morning called “figging”. Tracey had been a bit nervous because she said it sounded medieval and that, if it was so good, friends would have spoken about it before. Some of my friends have spoken about it. She said if it all went wrong whe didn’t want o hear about it. So I gave it a go. Basically, you carve a little butt plug shape out of fresh ginger root, shove it up your bum, think of red hot pokers and find yourself surprisingly horny. Apparently it’s good in combination with spanking of some sort because you can’t clench your buttocks. Well, you can but it makes the ginger reactivate and sting more. For this first experiment I just lay on the bed writhing about in the place between pleasure and pain.

What to do when you’re lonely and bored and like ginger:

I told him i really need a ginger, he just laughed.Then i went to kitchen and find some ginger, peeled it and soaked it in a cold water.

Then i took it and return to my nootebook that i put on my bed. In side position,carefully put the ginger in my bumhole,i can feel the coldness..mmm..opss..the ginger root quite big and not enough..I had done this many time,so its not really hard to put that ginger properly.Once its was in my bumhole and i satisfy, i lied down on my tummy and reported to him, he just grinned and wait.

Then..it not really takes time when i start to feel the burning sensation.There was a stage i just write..dummy word to him..cause i started focus on the ginger. And i clenched..squirmed..a bit,shaking…then i took my bath brush on my side and start spanking myself…i smacked as hard as i can..but i only feel the burning in my bumhole..then..i exhausted and lets the sensation of that ginger..took my whole body…and of couse its end..with a really great…shy when saying this..touching.

Here’s a very heated figging story with lots and lots of screaming orgasms. It starts with bondage and a big butt plug, and then:

He moved around to the side of the bed and sat down, pulling a trashcan over toward him. From beneath a towel on the bedside table he removed a knot of ginger and picked up his pocket knife. He grinned at her as she watched him curiously. Why was he peeling vegetables in the bedroom? Here she was on the bed, naked, humiliated, her ass filled and stretched by an impossibly large plug that was driving her insane, her cunt juices were coating her belly and making her shiver from the cool air touching her and all she wanted him to do was fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore… and he was peeling vegetables?! What kind of game was he playing? She stayed silent, knowing better than to question him.

It took Him several minutes to carefully peel and shape a finger of the ginger to his liking. It was just a half inch around or so with a somewhat pointed tip. Then when he was ready he cut a little notch at the base of the “finger” then cut it free of the plant. She was panting and moaning and begging him with everything she could muster without saying anything. Her cunt pulsed and tightened, making her even wetter and she whimpered His name softly. He lifted his head to look at her and grinned “Yes dear?” When she didn’t immediately answer he set the ginger back onto the bedside table along with the knife, still holding the peeled piece in his fingers.

Again He was settled behind her and he was driving her crazy. He’d told her to push with her rectal muscles to dislodge the plug. How the hell was she supposed to do that?! The thing was huge! Despite her internal arguments, she did as she was told and pushed. Oh God it hurt! She stopped and lay panting, flushed and trembling. Her ass ached and she was seeing spots. It was too big… This hurt worse than the plug being put in… He gently coaxed her to push again. She bit her tongue to keep from arguing and whimpered. “C’mon baby… try again.” She heard her Masters voice from a distance then she took a deep breath and prepared herself before pushing again. Pain seared through her ass and her cunt quivered. Sweet nectar coated her labia and ran over her clit then to her belly.

Through the pain she was cumming and she couldn’t stop it, the more she pushed, the harder she came. It felt soooo good despite the pain burning in her ass. She screamed as the plug was being pushed out, stretching her from the inside out, her whole body quaking in complete orgasm. She felt like she’d be torn apart. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, He grasped the base of the plug and helped ease it out of her. It slid out with a satisfying ‘pop’ and squelch as her ass was allowed to tighten again.

He let his girl rest a bit. She wanted nothing more than to just collapse on the bed. She was panting hard and she was flushed. She wanted to cry. She felt so empty, so abandoned. She lay there; face down on the bed, her abused ass stuck up in the air, her hands tightened on her ass cheeks. She was so humiliated. Then He leaned over her and pulled her hair back carefully to whisper into her ear. “I’m not done with you yet,my slut.”

Then she felt his finger probing her anus. Oh god… not again. Not her ass. It was sore and stretched and… “Just relax.” her eyes widened and she looked at Him over her shoulder. He just smiled in return. His smile always calmed her and she relaxed, lying back against the bed. She moaned as His finger began to gently move in and out of her ass and she heard the familiar pop of the lube bottle, and then felt the warming sensation of lube being dripped onto her sore anus. It felt so good… Gilles making love to her asshole with his finger, lubing her up.

Her breath was taken away when something icy cold was pressed to her swollen anus and she jerked away from it. What the hell was he doing? Ice cubes? No… it wasn’t quite that cold. Josh petted her ass softly with the palm of one hand to soothe her and pressed the cold object to her again. She inhaled deeply as she felt something relatively small and thin and unbelievably cold slide into her ass. It felt like a prosthetic finger, but it was wet. A potato? Wait… no… she glanced at the side table. Ginger. What the hell was he doing sticking ginger up her ass?

Then the burning began. It was actually almost immediate and she bucked on the bed. It was like a fire stick had been shoved into her rectum. Oh God… and she thought pushing the plug out hurt. Her eyes were watering. Her asshole throbbed and she wiggled as if to try to dislodge it. He sat back and patted her leg before getting off the bed “I’ll be right back, love.”

She half panicked and whimpered. He was leaving her alone? Her head whipped around to watch Him as he got up and headed toward the bathroom. She moaned pitifully as the door clicked shut. Even if He wasn’t far away, she still felt entirely alone.

By the time He came out again she was writhing and wriggling on the bed uncontrollably, screams mingling with her moans. Her ass was on fire. She felt like her rectum was burning up. Her pussy was soaked and she was moaning in pleasure and pain. She was so beautiful bound only by his will, nothing else holding her in the position. She seemed to like it. He approached her again and sat beside her on the bed, reaching to run his fingers through her hair tenderly. Hallie smiled as much as she could muster. God did she hurt… and it was all because of him, but oh it felt so good.

His skilled hand found its way to her cunt and he delved two fingers up inside her to stroke her g-spot. Her hips began to buck wantonly and she was crying, telling him that it hurt but begged him not to stop. He pressed his thumb to the underside of her clit to rub up and down. Her scream bounced off the walls in the room as she came for a fifth time that night. Her pussy contracted hard around his fingers as he stroked her and curled his fingers in that familiar ‘come here’ motion over her g-spot. He wasn’t going to let her stop.

She whimpered and bucked into him as he forced her to ride wave after wave of orgasm. He loved to hear her scream when she came. She was so beautiful when she let loose like that. Her ass seared and felt like a million red hots were melting inside of her. Her anus began to pulse around the ginger in rhythm with her cunt. Oh God…. The stinging pain seemed to vanish, replaced with the overpowering feeling of orgasm all over again. She screamed in passionate agony as her whole body rocked uncontrollably, driven to heights she hadn’t known before. She didn’t know how long she’d been on orgasm or how many times.

When she started to come to with reality, she tasted His sweet lips on her own. She was on her back and she was encased safely in her boyfriend’s strong arms. Her eyes met his. Gilles eyes were probably the most attractive part about him. He had eyes that would take a woman’s breath away. He was soothing her. Her rectum still burned but the ginger had been removed. She felt complete. More complete than she had ever felt before. Gilles now owned all of her.