On the third day of Christmas

On the third day of Christmas my true loves gave to me … a tawsing, 40 cane strokes, and several orgasms.

Among other things :)

It was a short one as scenes go, and didn't have any roleplay element or punishment context. It was sensual, slow, intuitive. I knelt in the centre of my wrought iron bed, wearing only their collar,* and they moved around me in a way I can only describe using the word prowl. I didn't know where to look, so I kept my eyes lowered. But even without looking I was crucially, sensitively aware of their eyes, their hands, their breath.

They undressed me. I felt fingertips caressing my skin, nails digging into me, hands holding me down. I gasped and submitted, letting my body be guided forwards so that my wrists were held and my bottom raised. I felt the sharp snap of the tawse, alternated with slow stroking hands, while I was held securely in place.

Later I was put face-down over pillows for a double caning, one of them on either side of me. I counted 40 strokes, and I could have kept going all night. From the first moment they touched me I had dropped straight into subspace. All thoughts were driven out of my head. I was at my most receptive, and underneath my trembling reactions there was a true, deep peace.

It was the first time they'd teamed up like that. The first time I'd submitted to both of them at once.

It was the best Christmas present they could possibly have given me.

* Actually it was D's collar, although the two are identical. On this occasion D. handed it to Thomas to put on me, as a gesture of joint ownership. I thought that was a nice touch :)

When servers go down

In slightly less happy news, the observant among you will have noticed that my website and all the images on this blog have broken. All my sites and email are handled and hosted by Mr C, who discovered yesterday that he'd had a major hard drive failure on one of his boxes, and all his user account info had been wiped.

The server should be being reset at some point in the next 24 hours, and thankfully I kept local back-ups of all my websites, so the site and link images should all be uploaded again soon. The real problem is my email. Not only was I daft enough to read all my email using Thomas' webmail client, rather than copying emails off the server using IMAP, but I didn't even keep an off-line address book. Yes, trust me, I know: I've learned my lesson. The harddrive failed at 3.30am on the 27th. All email received since then has been stored on his back-up drive, although until the user accounts are reconstructed I won't be able to read it. However, all emails received before that date have been lost, and so (probably) have any emails sent since the drive failure.

If you've ever emailled me, then I no longer have the email or your contact info.

As someone who gets almost all her work via email, this is a bit of a disaster. Please, if you're someone who might want to work with me in the future, a personal or professional contact or just someone who wants to keep in touch - if you think I might have any reason to contact you at any point in the future - please send an email to pandorablake at yahoo co uk with your contact details. I've lost a lot of emails containing phone numbers which I didn't put into my phone addressbook, so if you want me to have your number please resend that as well.

If you've ever sent me any information you want me to have access to, it's probably worth resending it - there are some things, like site login details, that I've pulled out of email, but I no longer have copies of any email conversations with anyone. I need to get back in touch fast with the photographers with whom I was discussing future shoots, as well as (just as important to me, for different reasons) personal correspondence.

Please, help me rebuild my contacts and my addressbook. Resend anything you care about to pandorablake at yahoo co uk - the email addresses at pandoras-bot.com aren't any good to me until the server is back online.

Nice red santa hat (to match my bottom)

I've been looking for a spanking clip I remember seeing last year on Girl For Spanking, in which Natasha is spanked by a jolly Santa, who comes out with such brilliant oneliners as "Mm, nice white knickers, to match my beard! And the snow outside" or "Your bottom is getting nice and red now. Like my costume! And Rudolph's nose." For me this is the definitive tongue-in-cheek Christmas spanking scene, and I'm very sorry that I can't seem to find it on the site to re-post it for you.

Regardless, I hope you all had a fantastic festive season, full of merriment, cheer and spankings :) Mine was excellent, and my Lords have spoiled me thoroughly (witness my typing this entry on my shiny new Sony Vaio laptop, and look forward to seeing me in some gorgeous burlesque lingerie in forthcoming shoots). Since we were staying at my parents' house, Christmas itself involved remarkably little spanking (although we made up for it when we got home), but we did manage to make a number of kinky references right under my parents' noses. Not least of which being that D and I teamed up to buy Mr C a wooden-handled gentleman's cut-throat razor for Christmas, which of course necessitated the additional purchase of a razor strop. I suspect that my parents had no idea what we were all thinking when he unwrapped that particular present ;)

Happily for me, however, my Lords did refrain from extending the tradition of the birthday spanking to its logical conclusion, and giving me a swat for every year since Jesus' birth (possibly because they didn't want to get distracted by debating the historical question).

After three days of feasting I am rather rounder than I was when I started. I'm also currently sofa-bound with a stinking cold, so here is a festive photo of me taken a couple of weeks ago, looking rather more photogenic than I do at the moment:



Happy Christmas! Here's wishing you redness and tenderness in your wines, your meats and your bottoms, and a very happy and kinky new year!

Just Ask Google - #1

Some of the weird and wonderful search terms which have recently led people to this blog (I often think that they must be quite disappointed when they see what I actually have to offer!):

s and m and spankiing stories - is 'spankiing' the kind of CP you can do with a Wii?

execute bar bottom caning - Quite aside from the typo (I assume that's meant to say 'bare'?) I hope it's the caning that's being executed, rather than the victim. Although "Execute caning!" is a little too pompous even for my standards; you might as well go the whole hog and follow Captain Picard in saying "Engage!" (Mmmmm, Picard ... I'd go over his knee any day). I suppose if the caning is hard enough the bottom itself might feel like it was being executed…

pandora poppy glimpse – what on earth is this about? Remembrance Day canings? Glimpsing the poppy I'm wearing while being spanked? Glimpsing a girl called Poppy? Glimpsing me while I'm on opiates?

toppiest dream topping – I like chocolate cream icing, personally. Some friends of mine have a copy of The New Topping Book which they keep in their kitchen on the shelf with the recipe books. They like to challenge guests to pick out which book isn't about cooking :)

large professional erotic photos - since this doesn't actually mention spanking at all, why on earth did Google link them to me? For a phrase that seems bizarrely specific at first glance, it's actually unhelpfully vague.

Pictures of women and schoolgirls being caned on their bottoms – well, you can't ask fairer than that :) Although a tip for next time: if you use Google Image Search, you remove the need for those first two words…

Spot the Bot: answers

I've just realised I never posted the answers to my "Spot the Bot" challenge in November. It wasn't easy: even I got it wrong on the first count. In the tour pages of Bad Girls Punished I appear a total of seven times - not six, as I originally made it. Eleven if you include the repeated images and update links on the last page:

• (On the entry page): 'Swollen Bottoms' - clutching my reddened cheeks in the top left hand corner


• (At the bottom of the same page, third image from the right) - being spanked with a red and black 'Slut' slapper


• (On the first page of the tour): big image on the top right with the 'Slut' slapper again


• 'Severe Spanking' – over the knee (middle of the same page)


• Being flogged on all fours while wearing a black miniskirt and stockings (bottom of that page)


• (Second page of tour): 'Submissive girls' – being belted while wearing black pvc


• Being cropped with a leather hand slapper while wearing a black pvc corset (bottom left of that page)


• (Updates page): the 'Swollen Bottoms' and 'Slut' slapper images repeated from the first page


• Updates: third and seventh images down on the left.

I'm guessing that the reason for this is less to do with my popularity than with the site owners putting the tour layout together using only a small number of shoots. However, I have reason to suppose that the site has accumulated significantly more material since then :)

A gentleman called Dave who correctly listed six of the above by email is the clear winner of my challenge – since I missed the seventh myself I can hardly penalise for it! I'm more than happy to reward people who play along with my self-indulgence, and gladly offered him a 'prize' of a mini-photoseries of his choice. He requested "a rude college girl over the back of a wooden chair receiving (my favourite implement but not one many of my spankees accept - damn shame!) Sir's belt". My Lord D. and I were happy to oblige at a photoshoot the other week, and the results should be going online in the new year :)

In the meantime, have some preview images from the members area of Bad Girls Punished:

Paulina shows her cheeks

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Erotic Memoirs: redux

You know how I said that the Erotic Memoirs of Paris in the 1920s didn't have spanking in? Having now finished it, I have to confess that I was being rather presumptive, and entirely wrong.

While it only has a little bit of spanking, it also has large sections of M/f and F/m BDSM and non-consent play. Unfortunately the M/f scenes were a bit De Sade to really appeal to my tastes, and while the F/m scenes appealed rather more strongly in style, the gender orientation isn't one I particularly enjoy. Nonetheless, I feel compelled to correct my false assumptions.

In addition to unexpected dungeon scenes, I was pleasantly surprised to encounter well-written and wry stories about:

• the dangers of amusing oneself with worldly twelve-year-old girls


• corrupt priests taking advantage during Mass or confession


• lesbian schoolgirls


• the authoress, cunningly disguised as one of the characters

It's not a novel designed for the CP enthusiast, but it's rather kinkier than I initially thought.

My favourite thing about the whole book is the subtle and delicately handled, but very present, moralising which arises towards the end of many of the stories. Not conservative moralising, you understand, against the evils of promiscuity. Instead Anne-Marie offers amusing demonstrations of sensible and ethical practice for the modern libertine. Above all: use contraception, and be discreet.

New SpankingOnline blogs

SOL have jumped on the blog bandwagon with a brand new spanking blog. They've been kind enough to provide me with a (completely unsolicited!) link, so it seemed appropriate to return the favour :)

Although the aim of the blog does seem so far to mainly be to promote the site's content, it's nonetheless more than basic advertising - the graphic design is very pleasing (and features yours truly!), and the posts are well-written, starting from the angle of introducing individual models.

If you're interested in finding out more about UK spanking models, want to see sneak previews of image sets from all the SOL spanking sites, and don't mind that the blog is professional rather than personal, it's worth a look.

One of the SOL webmasters, who masterminds Kinky Email, has also recently started his own blog here :)

Kissing the Gunner's Daughter

I finally got around to watching Pirates of the Caribbean II recently. It's an exceedingly silly film with a run-on, nonsensical plot, a totally arbitrary ending, and characters who were parodies of themselves to the point that you stopped caring about them, but it did have certain things in its favour. Such as girls in naval military drag, and Davy Jones playing the organ with his tentacles (I don't really have much of a tentacle kink, beyond the vague concept of one entity being able to conduct simultaneous bondage and triple penetration, but I do have a thing for pianists. The bit with the organ was cool.) which was immediately followed by – guess what? Flogging! Why do you people not tell me these things?

Proper piratical manly flogging, this was, with Orlando Bloom being dragged over to the mast by one big burly bloke on each arm, tied to it, and having his shirt ripped open to expose his back for the whipping. I'm not really a fan of Orlando, but I did enjoy watching him flogged.

I spent the next few weeks developing elaborate fantasies about being on board a battleship. Dressed as a boy, naturally – I don't know whether I'm seeking fortune or adventure or seeking after my true love who has gone to sea, but either way, I'm in naval drag. Of course, I get into trouble, and am hauled on deck for punishment – a ritual which involves the entire crew gathering round to watch.

Men, you see, are flogged on the back while standing upright, tied to the mast or a grating. Boys, on the other hand, are traditionally caned on the bare behind, bent over a cannon ("kissing the gunner's daughter"). This is convenient for me, because I'm more interested in bare-bottom canings than bare-back floggings, but it's not convenient for my character in the fantasy: if I'm caned with my trousers down, everyone will see that I'm a girl and my cover will be blown.

However, the bo'sun is stern and implacable: I have no choice. When my deception is revealed there's a huge uproar. The captain, shocked and enraged, reaches a rapid decision. There is no honourable way of behaving towards me as one should a lady: as a lady I can't be whipped, but neither should I get away with having played such a low trick on the crew. Since I'm determined to be a boy, therefore, I will be punished like one: first my allotted strokes for the original misdemeanour, followed by a second punishment, this one even longer and harder than the first, for my dishonesty. He offers me a deal. If I take my punishment like the boy I was claiming to me, I will be permitted to stay on board. If I can't, they will confine me until we reach land and put me off at the nearest port.

The motivation to be stoic in the face of prolonged and severe punishment, combined with the public humiliation of the whole crew watching, is the bit of this fantasy that really gets me going. I can't resist a challenge.

SOL updates

It's hard to keep track of Spanking Online's ten paysites, but the last time I had a look, I was in quite a few of their latest updates:

I'm strapped and caned in Spanked Schoolgirl - I can't tell which story this is from the thumbs, but I think I might have been in detention, and I think it was my first caning of the day, and hurt rather a lot. I tend to link my hands behind my knees because I'm not flexible enough to reach my toes, and it's a better position (I reckon, anyway) than holding your ankles.

On Spanking Online I'm a Catholic schoolgirl, caned for failing an exam retake. As I wrote at the time, I had to recite the Lord's Prayer before my punishment (praying for forgiveness? For mercy? Simply an exercise in humility? I have no idea) and embarrassingly took two or three goes to get it right. I went to a Church of England school though, not a Catholic one... and look how I turned out.



There's a free gallery and movie clip of this story if you aren't a member of the site.

And on Spank My Bottom my book of art nude photography is confiscated by my prudish room-mate, who decides to spank me for looking at such filth. When her aunt gets home she's horrified to discover me over Elizabeth's knee, and proceeds to punish us both. This was great fun to make. As an actress, having the smart, funny and stubborn Elizabeth to play off was a dream come true. And being across her knee wasn't bad, either.



I don't have a SpankPass code (hence only having promotional materials to show you - sorry about that) so I haven't actually seen these videos and stills. If any SOL members have seen them, I'm very curious to know what you thought of them :)

To resist and to yield

"For nothing is more heavenly than to resist and to yield; to yield and to resist. Surely it throws the spirit into such a rapture as nothing else can."

- Orlando, Virginia Woolf

Oh, Orlando – gender bending, military uniforms, Elizabethan dresses, and, apparently, a bit of dominance and submission. Yield is one of my favourite words ever.

(Apparently, the book is based on the life of Virginia's lover Vita Sackville-West; as she wrote to Vita in 1927, "its all about you and the lusts of your flesh and the lure of your mind... there’s the kind of shimmer of reality which sometimes attaches to my people, as the lustre on an oyster shell." Mmm.)

Paris in the 1920s

I picked up this book a few weeks ago in one of those perfect little old-fashioned bookshops; full of dusty piles of treasures, everything from beautiful editions of English classics to old knitting magazines to photography books to modern paperbacks. It has an entire alley of fairytales and Victorian childrens' literature at the back, where I spent some time, I confess, hopefully flicking through volumes with titles like "That Aggravating Schoolgirl", but failing to find any whipping scenes.

An Erotic Memoir of Paris in the 1920s was written by Anne-Marie Villefranche, born in Paris in 1899, about the sexcapades of her friends and relatives during their twenties. I'm halfway through and so far it exceeds all my expectations. Flappers! Bohemian poets! French maids! Drunkenness and debauchery! Exotic dancers! Mistresses! Threesomes! Adultery! The prose style is elegant and wry, the social satire is delightfully cutting, the dialogue is always witty and sometimes amusingly sarcastic, and the sex scenes are surprisingly hot.

There is, however, a notable lack of spanking. It's particularly disappointing since so many of the stories seem to be perfect setups for a punishment scene. For instance, in one chapter a gentleman is duped by a pair of sisters. He is determined to take revenge for being made a fool of, and sends one of them the following note:

'I have found out your trick. Please visit me at 3 this afternoon to explain your motives. It would be most unfortunate if your parents became aware of how you and your sister change places.'

While the scene that follows is rather nasty and very hot if you're into nonconsent scenarios, he completely fails to pursue this perfect opportunity to its natural conclusion.

The entire book is a tease for spankos. Take this scene, where Armand seduces the maid of his absent mistress:

'There is something else you can to do be of service to me Claudine,' he murmured at last.
'Willingly. What is it?'
'If you would turn around and lean on the hall table...'
She turned her back to him and put her hands flat on the marble top of the small console table, her feet well apart. Armand pulled up her skirt at the back and tucked it into the bow of her apron strings.
'Excellent. I am most obliged, Claudine. Bend forward a little if you please.'
He slipped her white cotton knickers down her legs as she leaned over to put her forearms on the table top and stuck out her rump towards him. It was a rump to make a man's heart beat faster, round, plump, smooth-skinned.

Anyone who could write that and not follow it with a sound spanking clearly doesn't know what they're missing.

Spanked on virgin skin

Sorry I've been so quiet recently. I didn't even realise how long it was since I'd last posted until a few people started asking me where I was. I wasn't kidnapped by pirates - I've been working, and helping Mr. C move house, and doing housework and shopping for furniture and putting it together. And other exciting things. The good news is that now I have a proper wrought iron bed with posts at the corners and swirly bits inbetween - perfect for naughty girls to be tied to. I'll hopefully be able to post a photo demonstrating this principle soon :)

On Saturday I did a shoot with a photographer new to spanking, who had been commissioned to do a stills set of an F/f punishment scene. My top was Miss Isabella Bainbridge, a truly lovely lady whom I'm very much hoping to work with again at some point. We had a whale of a time - the photographer was nervous at first (I don't think we helped by swapping stories of Hard Canings We Have Known in front of him!) but settled into it like a natural, and by the time we'd finished, he was hooked. I'm sure we'll see more of his work in future :)

It'll be a while before I see the photographic results (I'll only get a small selection, since the commission was a private one). However, the physical results are still with me. Not from the caning itself, but from the hand spanking. The hand spanking on the front of my thighs, to be precise - something the client had specifically requested. I'd never been hit there before. I sat on the edge of the desk in my pants while Miss Bainbridge lectured me, squirming and kicking as she punctuated her points with stinging slaps on the top of my legs.

It was humiliating - more childlike than OTK, in some ways - and left the most vicious marks on skin which had never been spanked before. My bottom received a far harder spanking that day without doing more than turn pink - but the fronts of my thighs showed angry, purple mottling, with puffy lines raised by her fingers. The swelling's gone down, now, but the dark splotches are still there, two days later.

Fetish Foto by Peter Felix Kurtz

Last night D. and I were invited to the opening night of an exhibition of fetish photography by Peter Felix Kurtz. We got all dressed up (and believe me, he looks absolutely fantastic in a black pinstripe suit and trilby) and made our way down to the Foundry, a venue D. knows well, but which he hadn't taken me to before.

I have to say, in my eyes it outstripped the photography in coolness: the place is a pub so bohemian it's almost trendy, with new and intricate graffiti appearing on the walls each week, random acts of sculpture hanging from the ceiling, overflowing ashtrays and dribbly candles stuck in wine bottles on all the scratched tables (one of which appeared to have been made out of an old grand piano) ancient sofas covered in threadbare leopard print throws. Downstairs in the vaults (it used to be a bank) are art exhibitions by locals; a large poster entitled "I could fucking do better than that" exhorts you to have a go if you think you're 'ard enough (I might, actually); the venue doesn't take a cut on sales, but it does ask to keep one of your exhibition pieces, in the hope that in future years it will have a collection worth billions. Which would all be painfully try-hard, were it not for the fact that their beers are all brewed locally and the bar prices would have you believe you weren't in London at all.

And last night there were a lot of pretty people in pretty clothes upon which to feast the eyes, all of which interested me rather more than the photography, I'm sorry to confess. Nonetheless there were a few images we liked. We both settled on this one as a favourite; the rest we found a little predictable in terms of imagery and style, although this appealed for obvious reasons.

Still, his website is definitely worth a look: there are a lot of shots there which aren't in the exhibition, and several of them are designed to appeal to perverts like us...

Doing the dictionary corner

A friend posted online the other day about an episode of Countdown in which someone used the word muntered: apparently they didn't allow it, but "Mel Giedroyc was doing the dictionary corner and she knew what it meant".

Something about the phrase "doing the dictionary corner" caught my imagination. In a school discipline context, what would doing the dictionary corner involve – being sent to the corner to copy words out of the dictionary, perhaps? Words like 'punctuality', 'respect', 'conscientious', to remind errant pupils of the precise meaning of these concepts?

Or perhaps the punishment would match the crime, and the words copied out would be more along the lines of 'disobedient', 'impertinent', 'procrastinatory'. Or, in a modern school setting, perhaps a particularly wayward sixth former might find herself of a Monday morning, copying out through her hangover the definition of 'muntered'.

(Actually, all this is reminding me strongly of being at primary school, where I tended to prefer books to the company of my peers, and spent many a breaktime happily curled up in a corner of the playground, looking up 'spanking' and its cognates in my Concise English Dictionary.)

New website - NikiFlynn.com

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"The Perfect Boyfriend" is a spanker

I was recently pointed at this advert for a broadband service which is claimed to be as easy to use as a perfect, corporate, girl/boyfriend-in-a-box. Reluctant as I am to give more clicks to a company which thinks such tired heterosexist stereotypes are either funny or good advertising, there's one interesting thing about the ad: among the usual clichés about shoe shopping and hoovering, your clean-cut, mainstream "perfect boyfriend" also threatens teasingly to put you across his knee.

In terms of gender politics, I can't quite decide whether this is as demeaning as the rest of the advert, because it reinforces a normalised M/f sexual power dynamic without any acknowledgement of alternative roles, or not so bad, because it is intended to cater to female sexuality. Not only that, but non-mainstream sexuality - if the Perfect Boyfriend is designed to appeal to a female audience, then the advertisers clearly assume that M/f spanking will appeal a high percentage of that audience. It's interesting because it's very rare that you see spanking normalised in any sort of commercial context, let alone one which utilises the "humour" of exaggerated binary gender stereotypes.

The inclusion of kink and alternative sexuality in this context is surprising, and rather pleasing. No matter how sexist you find the rest of the advert, it seems to me that the presentation of spanking as something normal and mainstream enough to comprise a stereotype is at least a step in the right direction.

On professionalism

Ach, none of you wanted to rise to my bait? That'll teach me. I'll probably post the images anyway at some point, just because I'm a soft touch. I'm guessing from the lack of interest that there's not much point posting the answers ;)

A few recent email exchanges have prompted me to re-iterate a couple of points:

• No, I don't do 1-2-1s. I have nothing against girls who do, but I don't. I don't do parties either. I do go to fetish clubs and private parties, and I'm perfectly willing to meet new play partners at them (assuming my Lords approve, of course), but if that happens it will be personal, not professional.


• No, you can't get a 1-2-1 on the sly by bringing a camera and pretending it's a shoot. And if you try, you almost certainly won't get what you're looking for.


• Yes, I am a professional. Not your sub, not your slave, not your best friend. I'm a hard-working, creative, easy-going professional model and actress with a love of roleplay. In character I'll do whatever the scene requires, but out of character I'll be strictly professional: friendly, efficient, and polite.


• No, I won't be in-character and naughty and giggly when I'm making a booking with you. Being in-character all the time is not only not my job, it's time-wasting for the photographer as well as for me.


• Yes, I love what I do, and I'm into the scene, but my submission is reserved for my Lords. You won't ever get all of me. When I'm working, though, I'll give more than enough: ask any of the people I've worked with.


• No, this doesn't mean I'm distant or aloof: I've made a lot of friends in the scene and I'm utterly warm and relaxed once I've got to know people.


• But yes, during our initial contact, when we're making a booking and discussing scenarios, I'll be professional. If you aren't a professional photographer or filmmaker, and don't want a professional spanking model, I'd recommend you look elsewhere.

Can you spot me?

Raw Talent, the company in Brighton I filmed for a few months ago, have launched a couple of new sites featuring the material they were producing over the summer. And they must have liked me, because there's a surprising number of photos of me in the free tours.

In The Spankette Club, you can see me on the "filmstrip" on the first page, being caned in a Chinese-style miniskirt; and again on the last page of the tour, looking familiarly toppy :)

On the other site, Bad Girls Punished, I (or rather, my bottom) appears a total of six times in the preview pages alone. Can anyone spot them all? By way of incentive, once you've found all the places I appear in the tour I'll post a gallery of photos of me from the site :) (If I did that first, it would make it too easy, wouldn't it?) Ready? Go!

The hotness of female engineers

Last Saturday's antics were certainly memorable, but for various other reasons Mr. C and I didn't manage to sleep until about 6am, and the next day we were both completely dead. This wasn't a problem, however, as I've recently bought the new Battlestar Galactica - I'd seen it before, but neither of my lovely men had, so the three of us curled up on the sofa with duvets and pasta and beers and started working our way through Season 1.

Of course I have a ferocious crush on Starbuck – which femsub wouldn't want a bit of rough and tumble with such a glorious, outrageous dyke, with that irrepressible grin and those fantastic biceps? I particularly love her with sunglasses and cigar, taking the piss out of her assembled pilots. And unlikely as it may be, I can't help but indulge in a few small fantasies about being one of her trainees - doing something particularly stupid or insolent, and being bent over with my hands braced against the wing of my Viper and receiving a sound whacking from an aggravated flight instructor. She'd definitely be a shouty spanker. Possibly while brandishing a cigarette in her other hand.

In fact, it's a pity that Crewman Specialist Cally, played by Nicki Clyne, isn't under Starbuck's jurisdiction. Now there is a girl who is gorgeous in a way that is undeniably spankable. I'm not sure what it is about her - her curves, her smile, the wide eyes or the cute schoolgirl fringe? Even though she's not one of the main characters, she instantly stands out as someone who would look wonderful over someone's knee. I wonder if we could persuade Ms. Clyne to branch out into acting in spanking films?

Sugasm #54

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Many Canings

Thomas and I had a fantastic time at Night of the Cane on Saturday: it was lovely to see old friends and make new ones, and to ogle all the pretty people and sexy school uniforms! Chats Palace was crammed to bursting - at one stage I think we drank the bar dry! - which made the party a little hot, but this didn't stop people from baring their bottoms to be made even toastier ;) There wasn't much room to play, but Thomas somehow managed to find space to bend me over for a hand spanking, and then put me over his knee in one of the classrooms upstairs for a taste of his hairbrush. I might have complained at the time, but when it was time for the caning competition I was glad to be warmed up.

I thoroughly enjoyed watching the competition - everyone who entered put on a good show and there were some truly electric performances. El Diablo and Slave C wowed us all for the third year in a row - not only did they once again receive a well-earned first prize, but they even auctioned it after the event and donated the proceeds to Backlash, raising £220! An impressive gesture from a truly impressive couple. Michael Stamp, the Governing Governor of Bars and Stripes, came second place with the sparkling and lovely Sascha Harvey, whom it was my pleasure to meet for the first time that evening after several long email conversations :) Their prison scene was snappy, funny and powerful - I particularly liked it that Sascha held her lead in her mouth throughout her caning, which muffled her count somewhat but in a very sexy way. And Mr. C and I somehow came third! The competition was extremely fierce and I for one thought the brilliantly stylish Lady Penelope and Parker (complete with cigarette holder, pink cane and terribly resigned "yes, m'lady"s) deserved to have been placed. The standard was very high all round and it was a delight to take part :)

Of course when he realised we'd won three very shiny new canes by Chopper, Mr. C insisted on breaking them in that very evening. He and Henry Higgins teamed up to give myself and the gorgeous Niki Flynn a tour of all the canes they'd purchased that evening, some of which were really nasty - HH had a couple of smoked dragon which had a particularly vicious bite. Niki and I both received 6 strokes from each of seven canes, followed by a 12-stroke double caning. I think I had five dozen cane strokes in total, including the 6 on stage, plus a few strokes I forgot to count - and another 24 the next morning!

All in all, it was a rather memorable evening. I'm not sure which I found more difficult, being caned, or watching Mr C cane Niki ... I can't deny, however, that being able to soothe her and kiss her hair as he did so was rather lovely. And my own strokes were made much more bearable when she returned the favour. :)

The better-known Pandora

A comment I received the other day reminded me of the most famous Pandora to most Brits – Pandora Braithwaite from Adrian Mole. Now she was a girl who definitely deserved a spanking – intelligent, prim and aloof, just begging to be taken down a peg or three. Plus, when we first meet the character she's always dressed in school uniform, as Adrian emphasises in the song he writes about her:

"I'm profoundly in love with Pandora
She's got knee-socks and treacle-coloured hair
The tenderness with which I adore her
Is something fine and rare"

Well, I don't have treacle-coloured hair, but I frequently wear kneesocks.

Of course, the original schoolgirl Pandora is far too young to be thinking about in naughty terms without going to a very special hell. However, in The Cappucino Years she's fully grown – and in the dramatisation, she's absolutely gorgeous, played by Helen Baxendale, who made her name playing Ross' posh English girlfriend Emily in Friends.

She doesn't really look like me – she's much prettier, with a nicer chin, although we do both have very Norman noses. Nonetheless, I'd love to see her play me in the film of my life, if only for the sake of watching her do the spanking scenes ;)

Domestic bliss

Fond memories from last weekend. It was an emotional one, all told, for a whole variety of reasons, but there was a glorious space between noon on Saturday and noon on Sunday. I was at home, which is rare for me at the weekend, what with clubbing and having multiple partners and shoots and so forth, and I was working on my current painting commission in an attempt to make up lost time during the week.

I woke up with D., who set me up for the day with a slow tawsing, on my knees with my back arched and my forehead on the bed, stroking me and teasing me with his fingernails between each hard, snapping stroke. At the touch of his fingertips, so gentle it almost hurt, I felt like every nerve, every cell of my skin was taut and blazing. Later that day Mr C. joined us, and both my Lords sat on my bed reading and chatting and laughing, while I worked on my painting and listened to music, asking their advice now and then. My two beautiful, impressive, Dominant men :) It was the happiest I've been in a long while: I love it when the three of us spend time together.

The next morning, after the normal morning spanking with hand and hairbrush, Mr C. took his belt to me while I knelt in the same position, bottom vulnerably raised. He started gently and built it up gradually, until he was lashing the belt viciously across my writhing form, his hands firmly gripping my wrists while I sobbed and begged him to stop.

It was the first time he (or anyone) had used a belt on me for several years, and it's an implement I've always had a fondness for. It's domestic and warm and intimate and it really hurts. Plus, as you can see, it leaves absolutely perfect marks.

I like big butts (and petite posteriors)

My bum is currently on the front page of Girls Bottom, advertised as "Pandora's chubby British butt" (you have to scroll down a bit, but it's there). I have to say that this is the first time my bottom has ever been called "chubby", although the sentiment seems to be the universal opinion of the SOL empire – the blurb on their latest cover draws attention to "how big [my] bare bottom must seem", and various of their promo galleries call my behind things like "rounded" and "wobblesome". Even though it rarely includes spanking, Girls Bottom is a fantastic celebration of beautiful bottoms both large and small, and they'll happily call a bum on their front page "chubby" with no suggestion that this is anything to be ashamed of.

It's interesting because largeness of bottom isn't something most sites care to emphasise. And in my case, it happens to be true. My arse is in fairly good condition - not as good as it was when I was swimming regularly, but still, it's not too bad. (And if nothing else, beatings improve muscle tone, because no matter how relaxed you try to stay, your buttocks still involuntarily clench with each stroke. See, spanking is good for you!) But there's no denying that my figure is of the "English pear-shape" variety. Put it this way, my waist is 26" and my bottom 40" – over a foot difference between them – and I'm proud of it. Having large hips makes my waist seem narrower in proportion, creates a lovely curve, and makes wearing corsets more impressive. And (I'm told) it provides an irresistible target :)

It's odd, given that so many spankos seem to share my preference for firm, shapely curves, that so few sites capitalise on the fact. Of course there's nothing wrong with being lean and slender, or indeed soft and plump, and I regularly encounter women of both persuasions who are extremely easy on the eye. But for purposes of spanking, I do like to see a gently rounded, nicely toned, supple, bouncy target. And many of the spankers I've spoken to, in real life and online, agree with me.

Yet the models on the successful paysites (English Spankers being the notable exception) seem to tend almost exclusively towards the skinny. But it need not be so – beautiful bottoms come in all shapes and sizes. Bring on the bigger bums, the riper peaches, the more curvaceous cheeks! Here's hoping that my own chubby British butt will start a trend :)