
As well as being Pandora, I'm now also Paulina of Girls’ Boarding School, which has been one of my favourite spanking sites for as long as I’ve been using the internet for porn. It's run by Tom and Sophie, the lovely, talented, professional people who spent the afternoon acting with me, filming me, beating me till my screams weren’t entirely acted, giving me tea and cigarettes inbetween takes and champagne afterwards.
Once we arrived in their overwhelmingly beautiful Mediterranean villa, Tom fed me coffee (which I was in dire need of after travelling since 5.30am that morning) and talked me through the first film. The story was that new resident Paulina had been allowed a mobile phone to make emergency calls with, call cabs, that sort of thing, but had run up an incredible bill calling a friend in Australia. Tom demands that she choose between either paying it all herself, or taking her punishment. She protests that she'll pay it, and runs off to fetch all the money in her possession - over $100, but nowhere near enough to cover the bill. Tom concludes that her choice is, in fact, to accept the punishment.

The first film involved a cold caning - not starting very heavily, but without a warm-up beforehand so that they could get the full visible tramlines. There were between 20 and 30 strokes in total, varying in speed, and stopping the camera for a short break every five or six strokes. I can’t remember an occasion when I’ve been cold caned without using the first strokes effectively as a warm up, but (possibly because of the breaks) it wasn’t particularly difficult. After the dialogue lead-in, which included a fair bit of improvised acting, he gave me two strokes and then stopped for a cigarette and a drink before carrying on. Perhaps that, plus the fact that the headspace was entirely acted and I was very much in control of my reactions, made it easier to take. In the middle he started alternating strokes between the thicker and thinner canes, which was interesting, and directly demonstrated my observation that I greatly prefer the sensation of heavier ones.
Afterwards we sat down and I smoked one of Tom's cigarettes while he waved his around without ever seeming to put it in his mouth, a column of ash that remarkably never spilled until he tapped it on the expensive-looking blue ceramic ashtray. He seemed happy with how the movie had gone - and after four years of watching the site with lip-biting, wistful jealousy, I was a resident of the Girls Boarding School. I leaned back and smoked my Marlboro, grinning a euphoric, endorphin-fuelled grin.
The stills and clips from the first movie are online in the members area, but I've put together a mini-gallery of off-the-fly images. We filmed two more movies that day, so stay tuned.

