Figging: Anal Discipline

A very gentle figging and caning is reported by Baltazar on his blog:

I got back from the store with ginger and milk and ordered C to go up to the bedroom, drop her jeans and wait for me on the bed. She did so, and waited nervously while I peeled a piece of ginger down in the kitchen. (The piece I had chosen was nicely curved at one end so when it was in her it couldn’t slip all the way inside).

I came upstairs and played with her for a while with my fingers to get her ready, then slowly slipped the peeled finger of ginger into her anus. She didn’t say much as it slid in, and then quite quickly started to beg for me to take it out of her.

I did so, and she popped to the bathroom and gave her bottom a wipe with a cool moist wipe, then came back and knelt back on the bed asking me to try again. So I slowly slid the ginger back into her and she knelt for a while silently. Then she said that it was just warming up and tingling – not burning as badly as it had at first, and she asked if I would cane her gently. Bear in mind, this was pretty much a first for us – we’d tried figging once before but had decided it was too much hassle, so hadn’t tried again, and I hadn’t spanked or caned her with it in.

So I took one of the canes, and gave her several gentle strokes with it. She moaned like she does normally when being caned for pleasure, but her moans had an edge to them, epsecially when she clenched her bottom around the ginger.

After a dozen or so gentle strokes of the cane, she was starting to softly beg for the ginger to be taken out. So I gave her a couple of gentle hand spanks and then removed it from her bottom.

Just A Random Girl writes about what it felt to have sex after being figged:

After a while of this good fucking, he starts to fidget again. This time I have a pretty good idea of what is going to happen. Something we’d been discussing for a while. He runs out to the living room and back, and returns to fucking me. However, this time he’s rearranged the garbage can, and is peeling a chunk of ginger at the same time. It was around this time that my memories start to not sync with reality. (I was asking him “did you…?” about a few things that I remember that apparently never happened.) I’ll try to stick with what I think is what happened. Some ginger juice got dripped on my back, and it was just this nice pleasant sharp cold sensation, like rubbing alcohol on healthy skin. Soon that same sensation was in my crotch as he was fucking me. I remember being a little concerned about whether it would be hurting him or not, but mostly thinking that I was enjoying it. Soon the ginger was ready and he was pressing it against me. I was a little worried about it, so of course the next step wasn’t terribly easy. It took a few seconds for the sensation to appear, but suddenly my ass was zinging away like mad. I’ve mostly read it described as burning, but it wasn’t burning. It was freezing, but not cold like ice, much sharper than that, more like the sensation of dry ice or liquid nitrogen. I think he was fucking me at first, but the longer the ginger was there, the more I was incapacitated to pure screaming. Not “ooh baby fuck me” screaming, not animalistic growling. Pretty much just screaming. I didn’t know for the life of me if I wanted it to stop or to continue. I know he was fucking me for part of it, but I have the impression he was sort of sitting back and watching what was happening for part of it too. I know in my mind I couldn’t figure out if I wanted it to keep happening, or if I wanted it to stop. I quite honestly didn’t know, and so I trusted him to make the decision for me, and he did.

Well, not just pickled ginger. But here’s a lady who tried some sort of jarred sliced ginger product, and liked the result a lot:

Applied a slice to my clit. About a minute later the burning started, it was quite a gentle build up, and it lasted for about 15 mins from one tiny slice. It also made me UNBEARABLY horny. It does get quite burny…but it’s good burny!

Annie writes about the time her husband Robert suprised her with a good figging, in Robert’s Suprise. After a bit of a spanking:

Then I felt his left hand opening my bottom cheeks before a cold, wet… thing was pressing against my opening.

“Oh! It’s cold!” I gasped, feeling the “thing” penetrate my unprepared bumhole, stretching a bit, but mostly just COLD.

“I’m sure it will warm up soon, my sweet,” he said with an evil snicker.

I wiggled and squeezed my cheeks attempting to accomodate this new thing when, within a couple of minutes, warm up it did. Then it started to sting…. then burn… Hey!

“Warming up now, dear?” he queried.

“Yesssss, owwww, it burns! What is that?” I squealed, my bumhole starting to feel like he’d inserted a lit BIC.

“It’s called ‘figging’, an old Victorian practice. Fresh ginger root,” he explained.

“Well, take it out!” I demanded.

“Excuse me?!!!”

“Um… please, sir, take it out. Please… it burns!” I pleaded, now wiggling like a worm on hot pavement over the ottoman, quickly learning that squeezing my bottom cheeks just made it worse.

“I think not, m’dear. In fact, it seems to be as effective as promised. I’m quite delighted!”

I clenched my teeth to prevent myself from telling him exactly what I thought of his new “delight” with a string of accompanying expletives. “Pleeease, sir, it REALLY burns!” is what I actually said. I was quite proud of my restraint.

“Now, for that caning…” he announced to my gratitude actually. Maybe it would take my mind off my flaming bumhole. “… to which six more strokes will be added for that disrespectful outburst.”

It didn’t. Six strokes with the cane that I barely felt, my concentration purely on that dastardly THING up my bum causing me such distress. Then six more strokes that I DID feel, only adding to my distress, my ass now ingnited inside and out!

I prayed he would remove that damned root after the caning. Not. Instead he announced that corner time would be appropriate considering my disrespect. Grrrrr. He planted me in the corner near his chair ordering me to hold my drawers open until he told me otherwise. He kept me there for DAYS… well, not really – it just felt that way, all the while the ginger root sizzled.

When he did finally fetch me, he had taken his clothes off and I felt his body pressing warmly against my back, his breath hot on my neck.

“How about I replace that root with something you like a little better, m’dear?” he whispered, nipping my ear with his teeth. I felt his rock hard cock rubbing against the small of my back.

“Yessss, pleassssse” I hissed, pressing back into him, wiggling my ass provocatively against him.

I’m delighted to report that Figging.com has been recommended by the lovely and talented Mistress Matisse, who writes:

A kinky man I know recently asked me my thoughts on figging, and I can do no better than to say go read this. I love ginger root….

I’ve long been impressed by the way her writing makes her sound fun and approachable, while yet managing to project the necessary aura of menace appropriate to a professional dominatrix.

The Rentboy writes of the time he accidentally gave a woman a warm anal tingle:

She was on top of me, having just settled down on it with a deep sigh, and was now riding my cock slowly, eyes closed, hands on my chest. I put my hands on her thighs, stroking, and then holding her muscular buttocks apart as she ground down on my cock, filling her. My right hand was covered with lube, because I’d just fingered her with lots of KY, then covered my cock in it before she settled down for the ride. Taking advantage I put my lube-smeared fingers on her rosebud, and began to tease her ass. This was a great success. At some point my left hand got in on the game, stroking her rosebud gently.

Suddenly, she stopped, looking down on me worried. “My ass hurts,” she said, “like a burning sensation back there – is that normal?”

A brief panic. She got off me, I examined her bum, found nothing. Then I remembered – I’d chopped some red chilis for stirfry at lunch 8 hours earlier. The left hand held the chilis, right hand held the knife. Amazingly, she was pretty laid back about this. I playfully cleaned her with a cold washcloth, gave her head until she begged me to fuck her, and finally got back to that riding position we’d started out in.

The very severe folks at RGEfilms (formerly Rigid East), who do some of the most brutal Czech spanking movies out there, have made a rare spanking film that includes figging scenes. The Governess is, they say, “probably the first time you will see figging in movie.” Believe it or not, they have a whole free gallery of still photographs from the figging scenes:

As they describe the action:

Certainly you’ve heard about an educational practise, during which a naughty girl gets a lump of ginger root inserted in the anus. Have you ever seen it happen? If not, then this is your unique opportunity. Because that’s what happens to Hannah. The whole scene is shot with great detail! Don’t miss it!

The story continues to unfold in the bedroom. While Hannah writes her next assignment and suffers from having a pungent root at such a sensitive place, Maria is preparing for a remarkable misdeed….

Here’s an email received at and published by Spanking Blog by the recipient of a figging — sounds like fun!

My dear husband has asked… ok, ordered… me to write to you and thank you for your wonderful blog site. He has learned new tricks from your site, specifically, the art of figging. I am also instructed to sincerely apologize to you. He will be reading this before I hit “send” to make sure I have completed my assignment.

I sit here now freshly paddled with a large ginger root firmly placed up my bum. This email to you is part of my lesson since I took your name in vain when he inserted the dreaded root to further amplify my punishment for having, once again, failed to get my overdue car inspection. The punishment paddling was deserved, I acknowledge, and I will certainly attend to the car inspection tomorrow or suffer the same fate tomorrow evening.

He first used the ginger root about a month ago after learning about it from your blog. I had never heard of such a thing so I had no warning as to what I might expect. He had me bound over the large ottoman for an evening play session during which I knew I would experience a sore bottom, but this I could never have anticipated! After a rather lovely warming up with a flogger, he told me he had a surprise for me. (I remember it with particular vividness at this moment since my bum is, at this moment, in flames as it was that evening after he poked his surprise into my bottom then sat back to watch.) After its insertion and his delight at its effectiveness, he spanked me quite thoroughly with a variety of dastardly implements including the cane, but I had little thought, or feeling, of anything besides the agony of my bumhole. He found it quite amusing all in all but due to the level of my distress decided to reserve future figging for punishment, as it is being used now to my great regret.

It was the appearance of the prepared root this evening that caused me to refer to you in a disparaging manner, since it was your blog that started the practice. I do apologize, Sir, and assure you it was nothing personal!

Sincerely,
Annie

Note from Annie’s husband:

As my wife said, I read her email and I approve the contents. Except for the sarcastic tone in her opening sentence for which she will be paddled one more time tonight. I’m tempted to send her to bed afterwards with a new ginger root in her ass. She has earned it.

Your blog is great!

From Despoiling Harry, we have a vivid description of M/m figging and spanking, in the story For Your Own Good:

Harry’s fingers were near his face. “Smell that?”

“I can’t smell anything,” he said with another noisy wet sniff.

“It’s ginger. Peeled. Know where it’s going?”

“Wh–no!”

“You’re such a good guesser.”

Draco gave a yell as Harry took hold of his buttocks and pulled them apart, deliberately sinking his fingers into the abused flesh. “Ow ow ow ow!”

“Just you wait.” Something blunt and wet nudged at his arsehole–much cooler than anything else that had touched him so far. A push, another, and it was inside him, was shoved in deeper until the ring of muscle closed down around a narrower neck set into the thing. Draco shuddered as Harry released his buttocks and stepped back, leaving the plug of ginger snug inside him.

“Now. Think your arse can take more?”

“Take more what?”

“Yes, I suppose it’ll have to.” Sound of something going swick through the air.

Then something hit him, hard. “Ow!” He jerked against the restraints. It had crossed his arse in an awful line, but the tip had struck like a knife on his arse. He craned his head around to look; it looked like a cane, but springier–taken from a tree, he guessed.

And Harry swung it hard enough to make him look away in panic. “Ow!” he yelled again as it struck, tip biting into the right side of his arse just under where it had hit the first time. And the length of it felt like it was going to welt his buttocks no less.

These were not coming as quickly as the paddling or the spanking had. Which was not a lot of comfort; he could tell that these blows required attention, to get them to land where you wanted them.

That was about the point when he noticed the effects of the ginger.

He’d thought it would sting. It did. But slowly; slowly getting his awareness that something uncomfortable was happening inside his bunghole, slowly starting to burn in that way that felt cool rather than hot, like ice that never warmed with your body temperature, and never numbed you, either.

The cane swacked down on him again. Even as he yelled, he felt the icy burn in his anus flare. Fuck! It was like lemon juice and menthol and pepper all at the same time, and yet it had its moments when it was worse, and when it receded. What the hell?

It took three more swacks of the cane before he realized. When the cane hit. When he clenched his buttocks each time it did. He tightened around the ginger and the burn would eagerly attack the lining of his arse. Oh, fuck.

“Don’t clench,” Harry said, chiding softly, just before he struck again.

Draco howled, clenched of course, and exploded, “Let me do it to you and we’ll see how well you do!” He hung over the sofa back–ribs not the least concern now–panting, thinking that was definitely not the right thing to say, under the circumstances.

But he doubted anything he said would have made it worse. Another swack. The burn went through his arse inside and out, both across and through–he didn’t know which was worse. Another. He hissed, tried to bite at the sofa upholstery, told himself not to clench at the next blow. Another. Oh, fuck, it was worse, not clenching one’s arse; the cane seemed to cut six inches deeper. Another. Ah, fuck, no, the fire of the ginger was worse! Fuck fuck fuck, which was it?

Harry’s fingers were on the ginger plug. He was taking it out–fuck, no, he was rotating it inside him, no, moving it back and forth a little, no! And then he’d stopped, left it where it was, and set his palms on the globes of Draco’s welted, red-hot arse, and pushed them together around the ginger, holding them there as Draco screeched and begged and suffered the full effects of the ginger and came within a hair of calling Harry the most evil fucker on the planet and threatening to kill him. Draco really, really didn’t want to go back to the beginning on this one.

From The Eye comes this true life description of figging from a very satisfied female customer:

I was still rather giggly and nervous when the boy dragged me into Chinatown Friday night to find a greengrocer that was still open. We found a suitable piece and retired back to my house. I removed my clothes and bent over a large leather chair. The boy got to make good use of both his domestic and depraved talents by peeling and carving the ginger into an appropriately tapered shape, which, when it was ready, he duly popped into my ass. The ginger was about two-and-a-half inches long and had a wide enough diameter to ensure I could really feel it holding me open.

Well, the results were nothing short of spectacular — figging provoked a fierce burning sensation in the rectum, one which is intensely sexually arousing. It made me hyper-aware of my ass, to the point that my whole mind and body was focused on that one small area.

The hot sensation was constant — it’s extremely hard to stand or sit still, it made me want to keep moving constantly and even a hard spanking (as was soon applied) felt less noticeable in contrast to my fiery, smarting sphincter. In fact, I wanted him to smack me harder, as a distraction. The ginger was so powerful that the spanks he laid on to my bare backside hardly registered but the harsh contact of his hand felt so good, and my skin felt so alive to every tiny sensation after he stopped.

I don’t know if the piece of ginger he used was old or new or what, but it was motherfucking strong, that’s for sure. I came right away like a blowtorch, and it only became more intense from there. It also induces a powerful degree of lubrication in my cunt, and when he touched me there, I felt absolutely drenched. He also twisted the ginger around in my ass a number of times, a feeling that was intensely agonizing and so mind-bendingly pleasurable. Remaining in a standing position was somewhat difficult, and he had to partially hold me up when my knees buckled a bit as I came. Later, we retired to the bed.

The ginger made me lubricate copiously and also intensified my climax — though it took me a while to figure out exactly why it does this. It seems that in order to actually tip myself over the top of an orgasm, I have to go very still for a few moments. Ginger has the effect of making me want to keep moving at all costs, so in essence I’m working against myself and involuntarily postponing my climax. When I eventually come, it’s that much stronger.

In a word: More. Now. Please.

Via email, I got this tale of the fun a man and his wife had with the ginger fig:

Hey man, came across your figging page through spanking blog. Tried it out with the wife. She’s asian so I used the line “hey, how come you never told me about this?” line. She loved the ginger on her clit but found it stang too much in her vagina. She insisted on doing it to me, too. It does burn in the arse but I find it tolerable.

She tried tried cockfucking me with it and I found it absolutely delightful. From a root, she cut a sliver about an inch long, rounded, but about the size of a matchstick. She inserted this carefully into my cock, leaving a quarter of an inch sticking out, whilst I had a hardon. It didn’t burn but I certainly felt the effect of the ginger. The sensation was delicious. I can’t say it helped to maintain my hardon but when I lost a bit of rigidity, she cock fucked me with it and I just started to ouze cum with no warning in the most voluptuous way.

We’ve done it several times now, and can get at least a couple of inches down there depending on the ginger. It just makes you want more!

Here’s an account from A Girl With A Dot-Com about the sensations of anal ginger play:

The anticipation that rose while I stood in the kitchen, making sex toys out of vegetables, turned me on.
Like it was built for the job, ginger fingers do not need lubing before they’re inserted – and that’s not just because I have a large arsehole, ahem. To be honest, I don’t know what the reason is; all I know is that it’s the only thing I’ve been able to stick up there without first applying half a tube of KY.

And the effects are *almost* instant. Within 2 minutes there is an incredibly hot but *more-ish* sensation going on that leaves you not knowing if you want to piss, shit or cum. Or all three.

Within 5 minutes, I’m fighting the urge to bring myself off – and it’s only because experience has taught me otherwise that I don’t. For I know that if I leave it there for 10-15 minutes (it’s effectiveness diminishes after about 15), and it’s akin to a sexual hedonism that I certainly haven’t managed to replicate by any other means, tools…or vegetable.