Figging: Anal Discipline

And of course, that means ginger up the butt! Heather explains in our Figging.com Forums:

Sir finally walks in, and places in front of my face a butt plug made of ginger. It smells amazing.

Really, they could make it into a fragrance and it would be all the rage.

“Are you focused?” Of course not, I want to say, but I know better.

“I’m focused on the scent Sir. May I ask what is that?”

“It’s called Ginger and it won’t be the smell that you’ll be focused on for very long. Tonight is the first of your Friday Ass-Fucking Nights. I want you to be very focused on your asshole throughout this entire discipline session. Do you understand Heather?”

“Yes Sir. I am to be totally focused on my asshole until you instruct otherwise.”

“Good. To aid you in that endeavor, I’ve made you this present. You’ll have it in for 25 minutes, after which I will lube you up and take your ass. For the position you will hold I want your ass up as high as possible and I want you to bend so that your nipples just touch the bed spread. Face forward and staring at the headboard. But first spread your cheeks for me darlin.”

Immediate compliance is generally the best bet and has never served me poorly before. So I lean forward, rest my chest on the bed turning my face to him and grab a good amount of each cheek and pull taught. Not so tight that movement is painful, but enough so that I’m fully visible and accessible to Sir. With a little bit of spit, sir eases the veggie-plug into me.

“Get into position! You will be clenching your butt for me for 60 seconds at a time, followed by 30 seconds of rest. I have the stop watch and will let you know when to switch. You’ll have one warning if I feel you aren’t clenching hard enough. After that, there will be additional repercussions. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir. Um, sir, it’s starting to get a little warm and tingly?”

“Perfect, that means it’s working. Begin clenching now.”

The first 60 seconds just had a slight increase in that pleasurable warmth. This really isn’t bad at all. I wonder why Sir would think I wouldn’t clench appropriately? The second 60 seconds showed that the we hadn’t reached the plateau yet, and it might still get more intense! By the fifth clench, there was no doubt in my mind — this fucking hurt! My ass was on fire. If I could play with my clit a little, it would completely distract me and I’d be able to handle it no problem. But that was Sir’s intent- to make me aware of nothing but my poor asshole!

Somewhere around my fifteenth minute of clenching Sir gave me my first warning. But how could I keep clenching? My butt was tired and every time I clenched it just made the ginger burn that much more intensely! The next minute, he said calmly, “You’ve earned an infraction.”

This is from our very own Figging.com figging forums, where SweetDDS bought herself a hand of fresh ginger to try things out:

So today was the day I finally did it! I inserted a whole big piece of ginger! It’s wonderful! Hehe…

My boyfriend is out of town and I was eager to experiment! I’ve already gotten off like 4 or 5 times thinking about it!

I cut up the ginger excitedly! The smell is intoxicating! I love it!

I put on cute little loose booty shorts and nothing else and mentally prepared! I was looking forward to that familiar and intense burning pleasure again, like a drug.

I pulled my shorts to the side and rubbed the ginger around my nervous pink asshole to ease the process, and then slid it in.

Nothing at first.. just cold, mild discomfort. So I did what any girl would do in that situation. I clenched my little butt a couple times really fast, just to see… but that did it.. which brings us to this very moment..

The burning exhileration I craved is intense and deliciously painful…I love it!

I just found another Lupus gallery in the same series as the one in this post, that has an even more explicit photograph of a well-spanked girl having a ginger fig inserted:

Spanking And Figging gallery (3rd row, last pic, clicking here may also work)

Yes, it’s true — AAG has had a good report about figging from a friend, and it has intrigued her:

My friend returned from Frolicon bruised and exhausted but overflowing with NRE. Eager to live vicariously through her adventures, I asked for all the pertinent details. She told me any number of intriguing stories but the one that captured my attention the most had to do with the meeting of ginger and her pretty bottom.

Yes, she tried figging for the first time, and now that I’ve heard her enraptured praises of the practice, I feel that it is my absolute duty to try it as well.

Good figging photos are rare, and this one doesn’t show much detail. But it’s a nice clear punishment figging in this gallery (third photo on third row) from Lupus Films, and thus, worth the link.

Tara writes:

When trying figging on a subbie with very sensitive skin LIKE MINE – a pair of cuffs and a strong dom is needed to keep them down, and a gag is preferable to stop the neighbours phoning the police!!

But the after affects were amazing – after the intense burning came the overwhelming desire to come, making the dialogue extremely interesting in between the screams – it went something like this –

YOU BASTARD SIR I HATE YOU, get this out my arse NOW, I wanna come Sir, PLEASE LET ME COME! (repeat all 10 times at least, interspersed with loud screams)

It’s interesting how figging experimenters report such a wide range of experiences, ranging from extreme fire to “barely felt it”. Writer Elizabeth Black tried it, and reported a pleasurable tingling:

My partner had me turn over onto my stomach. I felt the ginger plug at my anus. It was cold. It inserted with no problem. At first I felt only cold and the pleasant sensation of something being up my ass.

In about five minutes, I felt a tingling sensation. I clenched on the ginger finger, and the tingling sensation intensified. I was very turned on. The tingling changed to a very pleasant warm sensation. It didn’t burn at all.

I must give figging a high five. I highly recommend it. It’s fun. It’s an unusual sensation. It’s easy to do.

Hey, folks. I’m pleased to announce that the Figging.com figging forums are now open. You have to register (basic WordPress user registration) to post. Right now I’ve defined a few forums where you can open new topics, but I’m open to suggestion as to more that should be opened.

I’ll be doing a lot of redesign and template tweaking for the foreseeable future, so don’t get too attached to the current “look” of the thing. Lots of things are still ugly, but it should have basic functionality now.

Have fun!

I found this figging and spanking video [link removed] but I’m not happy with that link — it’s on an ugly page full of dubious advertisements and my guess is that the video has been ripped from somewhere else.

If anybody knows the original source of this video, please leave a comment.

Update: Now that the video has been identified, I’m deleting the unofficial tube-site links. The proper name of the video is “Ginger Surprise” and it was originally made by Spanking Epics. Thanks, Renee!

Much later update: I have been in touch with someone from Wasteland, a company affiliated with Spanking Epics according to the SE web page; they have confirmed that this video is available in the Wasteland member area. I’ll probably make a new blog post soon with some screen shots, now that I have permission to do so.

This figging story is found at A Spanking Good Time, and it is well-written and amusing. It features an adulterous husband who makes the mistake of neglecting his lady wife, until her three old crones come to him on an unstoppable mission to put some lead in his pencil. Exhausted from sporting with a wench, nothing works until they get him bent over, tied down, and bring out the horseradish. This is just a small excerpt:

“Part his legs,” said Margret. “Bend him over the bed.”

“What are you –”

“Silence! You’ve brought this on yourself, Lord Bainbridge. I heartily suggest the next words from your mouth be, ‘Thank you.’”

Biddy whispered in my ear: “She means to say, your sweet wife mourns for her husband, the love of her bridal chamber. By submitting to us, you’ll give the girl new hope. Now be of good cheer, Edmond, and let us practice our art.”

While she spoke, Biddy caressed my wrists. But a sudden tug showed me my error: she had bound my hands with hemp. From across the bed, she jerked the rope, pulling me down, and tied the far end to the bed frame.

And so I found myself with my knees scraping the oaken floor, my back exposed to the heavens, my arse cooling in the morning breeze. Whilst Biddy and Mother Katheryne positioned me, I could hear Margret rustling in the sack.

…

“I have Onan’s curse,” I said. “I indulged myself five times last night alone. So that’s the truth. So you can stop your torment because it’s futile, I tell you.”

“An Onanist!” said Margret. “It explains much, but it doesn’t save you. We’re tasked with finding a way to make you firm, and we’ll not stop until we succeed. Kathy, do you think there’s a chance?”

“There’s always a chance, Sister. Biddy has the right idea — I felt the first hint of a response when she probed him a moment ago. But stronger medicine is required.”

“Indeed,” said Margret. “The root of fire puts fire in the root.”

I didn’t like the flavor of that. The sack rustled yet again.

“Biddy, take this, shave it. Make him watch.”

My nurse came into view, standing across the bed from me, and in her hands she held a dirt-covered horseradish as long as a grown man’s forearm. She held it at its tapered end and used a fisherman’s knife to shave the grime and skin away, taking care to preserve the bulk of the rounded end.

“Get back to it, Kathy. Perhaps the fear will make him swell.”

Fear I had aplenty, but precious little blood. I closed my eyes, squeezing out the tears. Would there be no end to my torture?

But I could not flee. If I did, the crones would tell Wynefrede of my lie; I might not have much lust for my wife, but I would not see her shamed. If only I could revive one last time!

“Please,” I said, “give me time. I’m sure I can manage to do my duty tonight. One night, that’s all I ask, and if I do not satisfy my lady, you can do your worst tomorrow morning.”

And then, a familiar voice, as pure and cold as winter’s first snow: “I wish I could believe you, my love.”

I looked over my shoulder again — there at the door stood Wynefrede!

“My darling, my love, make them stop. Please, I’m a sick man.” I coughed for good measure.

“No more lies, Edmond. Waiting behind the door, I heard your admission. Why do you prefer your hand to my warmth?”

What warmth? I almost said, but I remembered my vulnerable position.

“Biddy, give me the root,” said Wynefrede.

She was merciful, my wife. I’ll give her that. She entered me with the tapered end.

The effect was immediate. I screamed, certain my lady was branding me, half convinced I could hear the sizzle of my flesh; but then she pushed the horseradish deeper, and I could feel the fire consuming my loins.

That’s when something odd happened. The midwife gagged, then pulled away.

“We have iron!” she cried.

“Get him up on the bed and roll him over,” commanded the Lady Bainbridge. “Kathy, step away. Biddy, you work the root.”

Melody wrote a post on Three Worlds Collide about her figging punishment:

i knew what was coming and i was dreading it…..the ginger. It was a decent size piece of ginger and Sir had peeled it so it was nice and fleshy (as He put it) Sir used the juices from my cunt to lube up the ginger and before i could protest i felt Sir push the ginger right into my rectum….Ugh. Once Sir had things in place the pillows were removed and i was tied into slightly loose hogtie. Usually i can barely move when Sir ties me in a hogtie but He wanted me to be able to wiggle a bit. He wanted to watch me struggle with this burning ginger in my ass. i had nipple clamps and a jaw spreader gag…..i HATE this gag which made it great for this punishment. It instantly makes me drool and i can’t stand drooling!!!

At first the piece of ginger was just uncomfortable. Almost like a shit that wouldn’t come out. Then it slowly began to burn. little by little the burning got worse. i tried to wiggle the piece of ginger around a bit but all that did was make a new area of my rectum a victim to the burning. i definitely gave Sir the show He was after because i was miserable. i wiggled and moaned and cursed myself from behind all the drool.

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i suppose i have to say it was successful punishment but it pains me to say it.

Oh yeah and my ass burned for days to follow….AHHHHH!!!

Another figging fan heard from:

Figging/ Ginger is not just for the back door. Master uses it regularly with me… and it has proven to be delightful. The Ginger when peeled gives off an irritating oil. The oil can be mildly warm to hot. I have never had a reaction and have found ginger to be safe on many who I have shared it with. It can be used traditionally as a peeled insertion of a finger from a ginger “hand”… or it can be minced and put in a fine mesh bag with a bit of water and stored in the refrigerator for up to 24 hours prior to insertion. This seems to enhance the oils and give a delightful result. We have used it as a match stick up Master’s urethra, and also inserted against my clit and in my vagina. Please don’t write off this wonder just because anal may not be your bag.

It actually became popular in Victorian times. A misbehaving servant or wench had the fig inserted into her rectum before being spanked. Every time the hand or paddle came down the natural reaction is to clinch. That helps milk the oil from the ginger and increases the “burn”.