A friend of mine pointed me at this image, and I just had to share. Given that Mr. C is an even more rabid caffeine-addict than I am, I can well believe that making a mistake like this would be met with a swift and stern response. It's tea in our case, but nonetheless the caffeine is sacred, and not to be messed with.
On the other hand, she doesn't seem too unhappy about it....
Many thanks to Spanking Review for a very favourable (and surprising, given that it was unsolicited) review of 90/100 :) They preferred the blog to Pandoras Bot, and were a bit concerned about some of the more severe images of personal play on the site.
I'm thinking that perhaps I should take those down; they aren't particularly artistic or professional and, because they're of private play, they do show a much more severe level of punishment than you normally see in the industry. In addition to which, since I've been working as a model I've found that I'm marking far less easily, and healing quicker, so achieving that level of bruising now really would be hardcore!
Which, I suspect, is why images like that distress people: they're used to seeing spanking images of professional models who don't mark as easily, and therefore the emotional impact of severe marking is increased by the differing standards.
Thanks a lot to Spanking Review - they're a new site who have only been going for a couple of days, but it looks like they've been building up material for a while because there are already a dozen thoughtful and sincere reviews of a mixture of spanking sites, including paysites, commercial and personal blogs. It's good to see that they're not afraid to criticise, and they seem to have a genuine love of the scene and a respect for its professionals. I'm very flattered indeed that they like this blog :)
The second part of this shoot with English Spankers is now online in their members area. I'll be putting together a mini photoset for my site in the next few days, but I haven't had time this week. I'm planning a bit of a re-vamp for the site anyway, with more spanking galleries and moving the modelling info to a separate, linked webspace which I can also show to vanilla photographers without breaking their minds. So bear with me!
This gallery and movie shows my first ever 'real' caning on camera. It was a lot of fun, and Peter was absolutely lovely, but I have to admit that after the paddling I'd just received, the cane was a blessed relief.
I wonder where you can get hold of those bar stools? I want one, it'd be fantastically convenient. It'd be the exactly the right height both for perching on while sitting at my easel, and for being bent over if I procrastinate too much :) Speaking of which, I should get back to work...
Last weekend I went down to the South Coast to film for Spanked Cheeks, who have a truly impressive collection of original uniforms. I was lucky enough to be the first girl to wear their latest acquisition - a complete 1970s Girl Guides uniform, including pale blue shirt with badges, neckerchief, toggle, belt, beret and dark blue knee-length skirt.
It pushed buttons I didn't even know I had. When I was younger I was a Brownie, a Guide and a Young Leader, and I have to admit that my experiences of Guiding were never wholly innocent. I fell in love with one of the other girls in my unit, and the main reason I kept going to meetings was in hopes of catching her eye, or being paired with her for the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation parts of the first aid courses. I loved the discipline, the uniforms, the inspections, the parades. Our Guider was a captain in the TA who took her role very seriously. Strangely enough, however, until the moment last Saturday when I put on that uniform, I'd never made the connection between Guiding and spanking.
But think of the possibilities! I have, especially at night before I go to sleep. My favourite fantasy so far takes place while camping. Each Patrol shares a tent and is responsible for keeping it neat and tidy, with an inspection taking place each morning. The leader of this particular Patrol is disorganised and scatty - she forgets to clear up her own mess, less alone keep control over the younger girls. She slept in this morning and was late for her stint on cook duty; when she returned she tried to hastily organise her Patrol and tidy the tent, but she ran out of time. The girls line up outside their tent as the inspection starts. The younger girls are giggling and nonchalant; the eldest are anxious, surreptitiously trying to tidy up their uniforms before the Guider arrives - but she comes to their tent first. The bedrolls aren't rolled up correctly, the lashing on the gadgets is coming loose and the shoerack is threatening to fall apart, the torches are lying on the grass inside the tent rather than being tied within easy reach of the entrance, the wellies are muddy and not lined up neatly on the pegs outside, someone has used the guy ropes as washing lines, and they forgot to roll up the walls to air the tent.
The Guider is stern and implacable. She paces through the tent, picking things up and putting them down, testing knots, pulling their uniforms straight, keeping a tally. The punishment is decided: 12 strokes each. The six girls bend over in a line outside the tent entrance, skirts raised and knickers pulled down. The cool morning breeze snakes over their goosepimpled skin. The Guider produces a bamboo cane from the stock tent, the kind that the girls use to make storage racks and pan tidies. The Patrol Second is the first to receive the punishment. The Guider works her way down the line, taking her time with each girl. The littlest girl isn't giggling any more; she has to wait a long time for her turn, and she's frightened and crying. But the Patrol Leader has to wait until last, and when she finally trembles beneath her punishment she discovers that she is due to receive double the number of strokes, because she's failed not only herself, but all the other girls under her command.
A whole new fetish has been opened up to me, and I have Spanked Cheeks to thank for it. Next time I visit my parents, I'm going to look in the attic to see if I can find my old uniform. I think that perhaps my promise to do my best might be due for renewal ...
It's grey and morose in London at the moment, so I thought I'd post a summer photo to cheer myself up. This was taken by a photographer called Roy Tersley, who happened across a volleyball tournament in the centre of the town sporting (as it were) this rather conspicuous poster. I have such a weakness for bad puns.
I was curled up with Mr. C last night on the sofa, watching Legend of Zorro (which is a fabulously silly film with a very daft schoolroom scene, in which an irate elderly teacher chases Zorro Jr around the classroom slashing at him with a cane, only to be thwarted when the little brat turns round and starts fencing the cane using his wooden ruler. Most disappointing - when the rattan came out I was looking forward to seeing the little show-off get a stinging behind). We'd shed most of our clothes by this point, and when I snuggled up against him I aimed a mischievous lick at his nipple.
He grabbed my wrists. "That," he said warningly, "is a very good way to get yourself caned."
"What?" I exclaimed indignantly; he likes it when I do that. "Fine! I'll never lick your nipples again!"
"And that is even more likely get yourself caned," he grinned, "only far longer and harder."
I giggled, suddenly overtaken by visions of an angry dom slashing a cane across the bottom of a crying girl and forcing her to succumb to his desires. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll be good next time! WHACK! I'll do as you say! WHACK! I'll do it, I'll say whatever you want! WHACK! I promise! WHACK! I'll say "Take me hard, Mr. Motivator!"
So here's something I don't understand: the divide in the scene between CP and BDSM. See, I'm naturally submissive; I have dominant partners, and for me, spanking is one way among many of expressing and reinforcing D/s interaction. Along with bondage, sensation play, rough sex, wearing a collar and following rules, it's a way in which my Doms exert authority over me and I submit to and rejoice in that authority. When I fantasise about CP (and I rarely fantasise about anything else) it's always within a rigid power structure with me at the bottom, as helpless as possible. In the fantasies I'm usually physically restrained as well. When I look at spanking pictures, what gets me hot is the power dynamic suggested in the images; the girls' helplessness, the top's harshness, the inescapability of the situation.
However, I seem to be fairly unusual within the spanking scene. Another Pandora, this one a highly reputable Domme, warns on her first page "Please note that I do not practice BDSM, nor do I allow any relief or other sexual practice in my home. You are being welcomed into my home; do not offend me." I see it on websites all the time: "we are practitioners of CP and are not into BDSM". It's almost defensive, as if BDSM were anathema to certain spankos. I'd never thought to separate the two before; I see spanking as another subset of BDSM, like (for instance) bondage.
'BDSM', as I understand it, stands for 'bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism'. Five out of six of which are present in CP play. When people deny any involvement in BDSM, do they mean that there's no 'real' D/s, just roleplay? Do they mean that they're just into spanking and don't want it to become sexual? Or that spanking is their only kink, and they aren't interested in ordering you around or tying you up?
I can understand that everyone's kink is different and everyone's into spanking for different reasons. I'm not saying that if you're into spanking you should be into anything else; what turns you on is entirely your call and that's fine by me. What I'm puzzling at is a pattern I've noticed, a defensive rejection of the term 'BDSM' by spankos. It almost seems as if they associate something distasteful with BDSM which I'm missing. Or am I imagining it?
My first shoot with Spanking Online was a day of new experiences for me. Not only was it my first ever shoot subbing to a woman, it was my first group shoot as well - previously it's only ever been me, the spanker, and the camera-person. For this shoot there were three sub models (me, a very cute girl called Rach, and one other), one switch (Elizabeth Simpson) and one top (Jean Bradley, with whom, coincidentally enough, I'll be shooting again on Saturday with Bars and Stripes). It was lovely, actually. After each scene I not only got a hug and a "well done!" from my domme, I also got them from the other girls who'd been watching us work. And as I was the only model other than Elizabeth who was comfortable taking more severe punishment, I will admit to a enjoying a tiny bit of an exhibitionist glow :)
Other new experiences included:
I'll tell you this, as well: Jean Bradley spanks hard. No gentle warm-up over the panties for me, oh no; it was straight in there with hard, rapid, stinging spanks. On the other hand, she also knows exactly how to pace a sub, and whenever she paused for a line of dialogue she made certain to rub and massage my bottom to relieve the pain before continuing the deluge of spanks. Which was rather lovely of her, and made me slightly more inclined to forgive her for being quite so vicious with the plimsoll later on.
There are some free galleries here and here, if you're interested, although I'm not sure how long they'll be online. I'll be working with SOL again, though, so there'll be more to come. You can expect to see me on Spank My Bottom and Spanked Schoolgirl over the course of the next few months as well.
Today parliament returns after their summer break, enabling consultation to continue on the proposed legislation of the possession of extreme pornographic material. Denny over at UK Fetish Info wrote a post drawing my attention to Blogging for Backlash, which encourages bloggers to unite in posting about the proposals today, as a way of raising awareness.
My friend Casby wrote two excellent articles outlining his response to the initial consultation, back in December '05, which you can read here and here. Casby worked in the control of pornographic material for Her Majesty's Export and Customs, as well as being the creator of some very pretty and edgy fetish art, so his opinion is about as well-informed as any I've read. I don't think I have anything to say that he hasn't covered. More excellent blog articles are listed at the central Blogging for Backlash day post.
The question currently concerning me is how the reason an individual looks at violent images is decided. As Andrew Rilstone has pointed out, the relevant point is the intention with which the material was created, not the intention with which it is viewed (or the reaction with which it is viewed). I used to be fascinated with serial killers, cannibalism and vampirism when I was about 11, and several of the books I read on the subject had photos/illustrations. I'm not sure that I can claim my fascination was entirely wholesome, but despite my perverse enjoyment of them, the books were written as factual, so looking at them was, according to the proposed legislation, fine. But if someone puts the same material on a website called "hornyhorrorfantasy.com", looking at them could land you in jail. I'm not at all comfortable with the idea of intention rather than action being legislated, particularly since it's so impossible to prove or measure.
Which leads, of course, to the question of written material. Whether you're talking about Poppy Z Brite's Exquisite Corpse, spanking blogs or hardcore BDSM fantasy material, you can't help but wonder whether words are next.
We were looking at domain names the other day, and discovered that www.spankingpr0n.com is still available. I'm so tempted to buy it, you wouldn't believe. It'd be a parody site, of course.
I can see it now. Galleries of obviously faked stills; sinister, moustached doms threatening dreadful punishments; girls reacting with exaggerated mock-horror, falling into swoons amid cries of "OH NOES! A SPANKING!", "I've NEVER been spanked before!" "Oh, sir, please do not spank me on my bare bottom!" Spanking clips with comic-book special effects flashing across the screen, Batman-style, at every stroke ("THWACK!! SMACK!!"), followed by the over-acted shrieks of the girls ("AIEEEEEE!!"). Or perhaps bored models, tapping their fingers on the floor as they're bent over a knee - "Oh, no, the pain. Hayelp, hayelp. No no, please, stop. Think of the children" (Actually they probably couldn't include that last bit for legal reasons) - and tying their doms' shoelaces together without them noticing.
It'd be a combination of the hilarious reality of CP-gone-wrong, merciless pastiches of all the best (or worse) clichés of the genre, sarcastic scene satire, and pure silliness. Noisy pyjama parties interrupted by an angry dad who proceeds to soundly spank each crying girl with her own fluffy teddybear. Domestic discipline scenes using teaspoons rather than wooden spoons. Spankings using paddleball bats with the little ball flying everywhere and getting in the way. Undisciplined secretaries who, while bent over the desk for punishment, call their boss's mobile from the desk phone without him noticing, and run away giggling as he stops spanking her to answer it. Birches and switches that still have the leaves attached. Spankings rudely interrupted by the cat knocking a mug of hot tea all over the dom's lap. Adult 'schoolgirls' who are blatantly older and bigger than their 'teachers'. The Spanish Inquisition trying (repeatedly) to run a serious punishment scene using soft cushions and a comfy chair.
Well, I'd watch it.
A recent discussion got me thinking about hands. I’ve never done any hand work, either in private or public. It’s not an idea that has ever excited me, either – when I was small, references to that CP style (such as in the 1989 film of Danny the Champion of the World , which I watched in junior school) filled me with the same aghast, cringing horror as any other public mention of caning, but with none of the secretive, embarrassed, guilty thrill.
I’m not going to attempt to psychoanalyse myself at this stage. Sure, of the three times my dad ever slapped me when I was small, the first two were on the hand, and not particularly interesting fantasy material. He was firm and calm and not really trying to hurt me, I was tiny and miserable and ashamed. (The third and last time was on the bottom, in anger, and intended more to shock me into shutting up than to actually hurt: my tantrum escalated to fury as I ran to my room, and I remember sitting on my bed afterwards, the tears and rage conflicting with a sort of strange incredulous excitement, thinking he spanked me! he SPANKED me! and wondering why it hadn’t been more interesting. He came up afterwards to apologise and I felt overwhelmingly ashamed.) So maybe it makes sense that being punished on the hands is less appealing, in my head, than being punished on the bottom. It's connected to actual memories of shame and remorse.
But I don't think that's it, really; I think my tastes would probably be the same if my bottom had suffered more as a child. There's something intrinsically sensual about being punished on the bottom; being upended helplessly and hurt on an area that's unmistakably erogenous. The anonymity of being facedown is strangely liberating. Being hit on the hands is more cringing, more humiliating; having to hold the trembling hand still, your face visible for all to see, and the stinging pain having far less flesh to diffuse into.
Which is another point: being hit on the hands hurts more than being hit on the bottom. But (as several of us ended up debating) it's a tough call as to whether hands hurt more than thighs, or calves, or feet (ouch! I'm too ticklish for that to ever appeal), and I've been caned and switched on my legs on several occasions. It hurts a lot, and it's sexy as hell. There's a warmth, a sensuality, to being punished on the legs that being hit on the hands lacks. While I've never done it, the very idea of it seems somehow cold. Frightening in a particularly bleak way, with no physical or emotional cushioning to support you through the pain.
Which is why, I've decided, I definitely want to do it. If anything's going to get a real reaction out of me on camera, real fear and real tears, it's going to be hand work. Who am I to resist an opportunity like that?
I discovered a new favourite blog this morning - vintage spanking photos, which does exactly what it says on the tin. The pervery of our predecessors is by now well-attested (read My Secret Life if you aren't convinced), but it's amusing that schoolroom CP was a spanko's fantasy even in the days when it happened to youngsters as a matter of course.
And while I do rather envy the blonde lady in this photo, I can't help thinking that Bettie doesn't look terribly at home with what she's doing. I reckon she'd be much happier if the two of them swapped places :)
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