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.