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 :)

Delurking Blogroll

Friday's Delurking Day was a fantastic success – thankyou so much to all of you who made it all possible :) Many thanks to Bonnie for organising everyone and having the idea in the first place, to all the other bloggers who participated, and most especially to all you brave and lovely souls who delurked! You left me 23 comments, and over half of you hadn't spoken to me before, so thankyou. This bodes well for turning the blog from a self-involved ramble into a forum for discussion and gossip, which is very pleasing :)

I've already looked at all the blogs of people who left me comments (and have added links to several of you!), and will definitely try and have a look at all the blogs which participated in the 'mass delurk':

CuddlyBum at Random Thoughts from a Random Girl
Theresa at Hungry Heart Anxious Bottom
Eva at Nothing Random About a Spanking
Elis at New Beginnings
Cassie at Cassie's Space
Grace at A Day in the Life
Tiggr at A Spanking Good Time
Gem at Domestic Discipline Spanking Stories
Padme at Journey to the Darkside
Snow at Snow Wonders
Katie at Katie Spades: The Princess of Spanking
Aunty at Aunty Agony
Anne Elizabeth at Make My Cop Come
Suzy at My Naked Truth
Don at Confessions of an English Gentleman
Kay at Brat Under Control
Tulsa at Tulsa Moda
Adam at Adam's Spanking Stories
Pandora at Pandora's Blog
Lily at Life with a Bit of Spanking
Patty at Creative Spanko Wench
CeeCi at Giardino del Piacere
Mistress Sky at Mature Mistress
Ruby at Ruby Redd
Haron at The Spanking Writers
Bella at the B____ Inside
Butterfly at Butterfly Tempress
Adele at Spanking Model Speaks
Mike at Spanked Hubby
Natty at Natty's Spanking Blog
Minxy at A Spanked Minxy Wife
Matt at Matt's Spanking Blog
Bbobb at Bbobb's Place
Lisa at Pleasure of Being a Spanked Wife
Sparkle at Life in Motion
Maggie at Maggie Dear
Doc at Reformations
Bethie at Spanking Bethie
Fox at Taught a Lesson
Frank at Fantastic Spanking
Chris at Chris' Firehouse
Brush at The Spanking Spot
Flinchflower at Facing Fear
Tracy at AngelBrat's Blog
Master Fitznicely at Master Fitz and his Brat

Thankyou so much to everyone who contributed! I look forward to many interesting and entertaining conversations with you all in the future :)

The Laundry Room

The preview clips from this new Girls Boarding School movie really sparked my imagination. A ping pong bat was the first paddle that was ever used on me, by my boyfriend when I was 16. At that age we only had access to the most domestic of implements, but thankfully his family had money, so their house included a stables with real horses and real riding crops, and there was a ping pong table in the garage (and an exercise bike, which I always thought could be put to more interesting uses than we ever tried out). I have fond memories of that house, but not of the ping pong bat. It stung more than I could possibly have imagined, and he only gave me three or four swats before it became too much and he had to stop.

We stuck to the riding crops after that, but for years paddles were a huge part of my fantasy life – the implement that I'd never had the chance to get used to. I have slightly more experience of paddles now, but they still scare me. And I haven't been spanked with a ping pong bat since that day.

It was the washing machines rather than the bat that got me thinking this time, though. There's a lot of mileage in the idea of a girl being spanked for messing up the laundry. Say she mixed the whites with the colours, put the wash on at too high a temperature, and when his white shirts came out to be ironed they were all a deep shade of crimson pink. The best method of teaching her the lesson would be immediately clear: to spank her until her bottom was a matching shade of cerise.

I love scenarios revolving around that kind of objective inevitability, the helplessness of knowing that no matter how much you struggle and plead, you're not going to be released until your bottom is cherry red – particularly if neither spanker nor spankee are quite sure how long that's going to take. And if the punishment were administered with a ping pong bat – well, so much the better.

Not a Penny to my name

One of the things I haven't got used to yet about having filmed for a site as big as Spanking Online is seeing my bottom in unexpected places on the web. I'll click on a blog link, and find a post like this one by Cutiepie, and after blinking a bit wondering where I've seen it before, realise "that's my bottom!" In this case, I hadn't seen the updates myself yet, which made it all the stranger. I'm having difficulty logging into SOL at the moment, so I (and you!) will have to content myself with the free galleries. Thankfully, there are quite a few of those. Check out the image sets here and here, and the preview movie clip here, and let me know what you think :)

As you can see from the above links, there was some confusion about my name on this shoot. SOL didn't want to use my name for the films, because apparently Pandora isn't 'schoolgirly enough'. I like 'Pandora' - the first woman who brought sin down on humanity and all that, it seems kind of appropriate. I suspect that the problem isn't that the name isn't schoolgirly, it's that it's posh.

It wasn't the first time my character had had a different name from me - my Girls Boarding School character was Paulina, but then they like to have a Mediterranean sort of feel. SOL decided to call me Penelope, which I quite like - Penny is a lovely name, and I have been told in the past that I look a bit like Penny Crayon, especially when I'm wearing my glasses. (I don't mind; I am an artist, after all). They also decided that my surname should be Parker, which made the whole thing somewhat reminiscent of Thunderbirds (and, if you ask me, isn't any less posh than Pandora).

All this would have been fine, if they'd at least been able to pick a name and stick to it. Instead, both Penelope and Pandora are used in the preview material, and while I appreciate that using the latter gives me a bit of publicity, it also seems more than a little inconsistent. I like my fantasies to be believable, and getting the names right is important.

Never mind, eh? At least my bottom is recognisable.

An Invitation

This is for those of you who are reading this, but haven't ever said hello. Today is the day that I invite you - yes, all of you - to leave a comment and let me know you're out there.

You don't have to have anything clever to say. I'm not fishing for compliments; I do what I do because I love it. You don't have to have a blogger account, although if you leave a name or an initial it'll make it easier to reply to you :) You don't have to introduce yourself, unless you want to. I know how easy it is not to comment, especially when you never have before. You might worry about sounding inane or frivolous or annoying, you might think that I'm not interested in what you have to say.

Well, I'm writing this blog for you :) The point of blogging about spanking, rather than just doing it in isolation, is to open up a dialogue, to make it something that it's okay to talk about, okay to think about. I'm interested in your ideas, your experiences and opinions, your likes and dislikes. Or if you don't have anything to say, I want to know that you're listening :) Talking is much more fun when you have people to talk to, people to fidget so you know you're being boring, or ask questions so you know you're being unclear.

Today, a lot of the spanking girls have teamed up to invite you all to stop by and give us a wave and a smile. It was Bonnie's idea; she emailled us all to encourage to open our doors, because that's just the sort of friendly and warm-hearted person she is :)

So come on in, sit down, have a cup of tea. How are you today? It's nice to meet you :)

Bad Manners

The galleries and movies from my second film with Girls Boarding School have been online for a while now - click on the SpankShot image to see some preview clips :) GBS drag their updates out over so long a time that I never know when to post about it - when the first images go up, the first clip, or when the entire movie is available for download? So some of you will already have seen all or part of this, I expect.

This was the second film I shot with Tom and Sophie, but the first time I got to wear their trademark school uniform: white shirt, navy smock, white gym knickers, light blue kneesocks and my black mary janes. Paulina is being punished (again! I despair of that girl, I really do) for underage drinking: we shot the movie in the sunlit study at the top of the villa, and filming opens towards the end of what appears to have been a long and vigorous over the knee spanking. Before we started shooting Tom was worried that I might find his hand too much to take, which surprised me since the cold caning he'd given me in the first film hadn't been a problem, but apparently "some girls don't like his hand". I told him I'd let him know if it was too much, but I managed to cope, although it certainly was a very fast and hard hand spanking.

When the punishment is over, Paulina is allowed to leave. She runs outside, pulls out a cigarette and lights it with shaking hands, still sobbing and sniffling, and takes a long drag, trying to calm her tears. For a few brief moments she thinks she might be able to get a grip on herself, feel better about things – when Headmaster Tom appears in a storm of recriminations, orders her to strip, and drags her back upstairs to face further punishment for smoking on school grounds.

After we'd taken the stills Tom said, "well? Now do you still like my hand?" I laughed and told him that I was doing fine, but I have to admit that it was one of the most vicious hand spankings I've had. And my bottom was quite impressively pink afterwards.

A new spanking blog, and NotC

Most of you will have heard of the spanking princess Leia-Ann Woods, a well-known model who is not only beautiful but exceptionally accomplished: she somehow manages to combine doing a PhD in Chemistry with running Bars and Stripes, one of the most creative and successful new spanking sites on the web. I don't know how she finds the time! Not only that, but she's recently started her own spanking blog, Leia-Ann Wood's Diary, which is well worth a visit. Although she's not been writing long she's already posted a fair few delectable images from the websites she's involved with (and of her own lovely self, of course) and she shares my predilection for pirates :)

Like Leia, I'm looking forward to The Firm's Night of the Cane next week, the fantastic CP party run by Ishmael Skyes. I first came across this annual celebration of my favourite implement two years ago, before I'd started modelling or had really encountered the spanking scene at all. I spent most of the evening being extremely shy and hiding behind Mr. C, who tried to persuade me to enter the caning competition to no avail - my bottom was already bruised from a caning earlier that evening, and I'd never really been spanked before an audience before. The whole prospect was absolutely terrifying. I've regretted not making the most of it ever since, especially when we weren't able to make it last year. This year I'm looking forward to being able to enjoy my new found confidence and make a real night of it :)

What with workshops, school classes, the competition and seeing so many of the lovely people I've met so far in the scene (as well as all those lovely people I haven't met yet, of course!), I can't wait. See you there?