Eve and Lucifer

The theme of the Dark Masquerade Ball we went to last weekend was 'Dance of the Damned'. Mr C and I decided to reprise two costumes which we'd originally come up a few years ago for a 'Gods and Goddesses' costume party, and had refined (and made kinkier) for the 2004 Valentines clubnight at Goddess. Eve and Lucifer seemed like an appropriate pairing for a fetish club: Eve after the fall, naturally. I wore a leafy diadem, two figleaves on my nipples, a thong entwined with foliage, and an enormous bodypainted snake curling around my body from thigh to collarbone - which somehow managed to win me the costume competition, although I felt a bit bad about it because I'd barely (erm, as it were) been wearing one.

The most fun part of the evening was the roleplay scene we ran at about midnight, in which I was blindfolded and led by two demons through to the dungeon, where Lucifer proceded to introduce me to the rest of eternity in hell with him, starting with my first punishment right there and then. It was great fun - my Eve was sassy and overconfident, and the scene was punctuated by a serious of terrible puns along the lines of "you horny devil" and "are you sure you're Abel to use that cane properly?" I was strung up, flogged, cropped, caned, and by the time the club closed we were flying too high to ever want to stop. The two demons came home with us to assist with continuing the debauchery.

For this year's white tie Masquerade Ball, naked-with-a-snake obviously wasn't quite going to cut it. I painted a mask with figleaves, an apple and a snake, had a smaller snake on my forearm, and made up Mr C with prosthetic devil horns. It wasn't quite as raunchy as the characters' previous incarnations. But this was us: the idea of an eternity of punishment was never very far from our minds.

     

Introducing Prisoner #4228

As some of you will have noticed by now, for someone who enjoys being spanked I'm not much of a brat. With my Lords I'm often playful, but I try my hardest not to be rebellious - and if I can't control myself, afterwards I feel like a failure.

I've definitely enjoyed learning to brat a little through the increased freedom of spanking modelling. I love being able to misbehave, struggle, scream and cry, protest, playact, even sometimes overact (although as soon as the implements come out, I rarely need to). I love the opportunity to react more than I’m automatically inclined to, rather than always trying to be subdued and obedient. I'm still always very eager to please, but thankfully the directors of spanking films are rather more impressed by misbehaviour and mouthiness than my Doms are ;)

When I was filming with Bars and Stripes, I decided to take advantage of playing a convict to be a bit more rebellious. I couldn't really see myself as a hardened criminal, however, so I came up with a character who is a very young, idealistic, and slightly self-destructive emo kid. A compulsive shoplifter who believes that she's doing so as an act of political protest, but actually her actions are more those of a confused, angsty, attention-seeking teenager than an informed social activist.

Background: Pandora had an idyllic upbringing with a loving family who cared about her education. Naturally she did several A-levels and went to university to study business. Like most modern Universities, Pandora’s had a fringe group dedicated to anti-capitalist views; a group Pandora joined and soon became an active member of. It was at this time she decided to go on a spree of stealing from large chain stores to give her booty to charities. (Not sure if this pun was intentional...!) She was quite literally the modern day Robin Hood. Unfortunately, after being brought before court several times before on similar charges, the judge had no option but to send her down for a prison term in the hope she would reform.

Inside, Pandora shows a bit of attitude but is young and naive compared to some of the other inmates, and if asked the truth she would tell you how frightened she actually was. Disliking of any hierarchy, Pandora steals on occasion from the gangster ladies Woods and McKenna. Something tells me they won’t be impressed if they find out she is the culprit …

If nothing else, playing the emo kid gave me the opportunity to dress up in a tarty babygoth outfit which I'd never get away with on most spanking shoots. You can't see it in these shots, but the hooded top says "Spoilt Little Princess" on the front :)

     

The first part of my intake is now online in the members area of Bars and Stripes. This film shows my initial registration at the prison, in which I'm outraged by being treated like a criminal, protest that I'm in the right, and am completely demolished by the combined force of Governor Bradley and the demonic Prison Matron (an inspired ongoing performance by Lucy McLean of Northern Spanking). Many thanks to Leia-Ann Woods and the Governing Governor Michael Stamp for inviting me to film with them. I have much more to write about the shoot on other occasions :)

The Headmaster's lot is not a happy one

Well, Mr. Spittle, I can understand that hysterical six year olds are no fun. But people begging you not to spank them can be more interesting if they're a bit older, I assure you.

(This last panel is a classic example of "Things to Say That Probably Won't Actually Get You Out Of A Spanking".)

Permanent record

I'm away for a few days; Mr C. and I are shooting with Spanking Online today, then going to a masquerade at the weekend. Be good while I'm gone. (Or naughty: whatever floats your boat.)

In the meantime, more Calvin strips to keep you entertained:



Personally, I found spankings of invaluable assistance in gaining my Masters degree. But then my spanking blogs (what, you thought this was my only one?) are the closest I have to an academic transcript. Mr C. started a punishment book for me a few years ago, the first time I asked him to use discipline to help me manage my work, but it got abandoned for one reason and another. Perhaps I should suggest he restarts it ...

To be honest, I'm not planning to do any more degrees any time soon. And I've already realised that the only way I could cope with a PhD was if my work schedule was very strictly enforced.

They can't paddle me! I'm a girl!

D. reminded me of one of my favourite Calvin and Hobbes strips the other day:



Somehow, I don't think that excuse will do me much good the next time I'm over his knee.

Coming from the UK, I've always found 'heinie' a very odd word. (Is the singular of 'heinies' heinie? Heiny? Heiney? Okay, now it looks even odder.) I wonder if that's where the phrase 'a heinous punishment' comes from?

(I am, by the way, politically opposed to the use of corporal punishment in schools. But you take your startles where you can get them.)

Sugasm #63

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Four poster beds (and one spanked bottom)

My first shoot of the new year was with English Spankers, who had booked a gorgeous olde worlde cottage in the middle of the wild North. The beautiful, bleak isolation of the countryside it overlooked was illustrated dramatically by gale force winds that blasted the walls of the house all day and disrupted the microphones. (Wuthering Heights porn might sound wonderful in theory, but it would clearly be somewhat harder to make in practice.)

Nonetheless, I was spanked in complete style - dressed in my most glam goth lingerie (the scenario was a school one, so it must have been a particularly posh private finishing school for very fashionable young ladies!) in a room with aged oak furniture, brocade coverlets, ornate mirrors and an enormous solid four-poster bed. Disappointingly, I wasn't tied to it: nonetheless I thoroughly enjoyed holding onto the top rail, spread-eagled, to be paddled standing up, and being bent over a huge heap of pillows in the middle of that gorgeous bed to be caned. It was a particularly unpleasant caning as well. Mmm. I'm getting all goose-pimply just thinking about it.

The biggest surprise of the shoot for me was how little I marked. At the start of the day Peter mentioned that he'd barely marked me at all on my first shoot with them. "What?" I cried, "you bruised me for weeks! I still had paddle bruises went I went to Mallorca to shoot with Girls Boarding School!" (This is true: you can see them, albeit faded, under the cane marks in this photo.)

At the end of the shoot Peter appraised me with an expert eye, declaring "See? We've barely marked you!"

I disagreed violently, inviting them both to consider such evidence as the solid knots that had formed under the heavy, over-lapping cane strokes, and my inability to sit down without wincing. "There's definitely bruising there," I told them. "I'll email you a picture in a week and you'll see."

That was a week ago. And they were right, you know. I didn't bruise. I think I've begun to enter that stage which full-time or long-term spanking models, submissives or spankees who do 1-2-1 sessions all enter after a while: I've toughened up to bruising. I'll still mark up during a punishment - you'll get just as much redness, just as many welts - but they'll fade the next day, rather than hanging around in my muscles for as long as they used to.

It's certainly more convenient, and as long as I'm careful not to damage myself permanently by letting weak spots develop, goes some way towards solving the problem of bruising. But I actually think I'll miss my bruises. There was a tremendous exhiliration and innocence to carrying the marks of a spanking around with me for weeks. I'm certainly not jaded yet, and it's a shame to think my bottom might be becoming so.

(No, I don't think harder punishments are the answer. Or heavy wooden paddles. Don't be silly :P)



Many thanks to Spankers Blog for the preview images :)

Fame for Mr C

Those of you who keep track of Spanking Online will already know this, but I couldn't resist telling you all about it myself. My beloved Mr Cameron is making a name for himself in the spanking world - not just as my Lord, but as a talented and powerful actor and spanker in his own right. If you like grave, intense, passionate men, neatly trimmed goatees and sparkling blue eyes, muscles and long dark hair ... you'll probably enjoy watching him work. Don't be fooled by his quiet speaking voice - he spanks harder than anyone else I know.

You can already see him over at Spank My Bottom in two domestic discipline movies with the lovely Elizabeth Simpson ("Spanking Conversation" and "Direct Debits").



And now the latest update at Spanking Digital shows him and the normally dominant Miss Smith in a very plausible and rather sweet little spanking story, "Wind Up". When she nervously confesses her spanking fetish to her new lover, she's not quite prepared for how he reacts.



I don't know why I was surprised to find watching him work with other women quite as hot as I do. Despite the domestic nature of these stories (my preferred fantasies tend to be less consensual than my real life spankings) these are some of my all-time favourite spanking movies. Watching someone else wriggling over his knee, when I know exactly what that hand feels like; someone else squirm under his stern (but always reasonable) reprimands; someone else's bottom redden under his relentless swats ... I find it incredibly hot.



I acknowledge that I may possibly be biased ;) And I'm sure that at least part of it is the knowledge that the next girl writhing and kicking over his knee is likely to be me.

Sugasm #62

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Canings for a good cause

As Abel of The Spanking Writers has already noted, my fantasy about a schoolgirl being caned in the morning was strangely similar to his own post that day. Coincidence, or is he secretly harbouring telepathic powers? (Now wouldn't that come in useful during a spanking.) Either way, he took my idea and ran with it - to the consternation of some of his readers, who were certain that such a punishment (12 strokes of the cane in the early morning, every day for a week) was implausibly severe.

Mr C. helpfully offered to enlighten the unbelievers with a demonstration, possibly even recorded on film - certainly with daily written accounts and daily photos of the results. I protested, and while we were talking about it he suggested that actually such a cane-a-thon would be a fantastic publicity event for the spanking community. 12 strokes every day for a week is one possibility. A 24-hour event would be another...

If we could persuade other bloggers to join in, we could perhaps get sponsors to raise money for charity - Backlash would seem the obvious choice. Perhaps we could sell any films produced to raise money for the same cause. Or perhaps we could just use it to raise awareness. The point is that if only one or two people were taking part, it wouldn't be much different from our normal lives as we blog about them. But if a number of people were doing it simultaneously, suddenly it would become a coordinated show of solidarity that could have real power behind it.

Taking a caning as a way of protesting against prejudice? People have been going on hunger strikes for years - suffering for a cause you believe in is hardly a new method. And if we're campaigning for the right to a lifestyle in which we consent to suffering, it becomes all the more appropriate.

If you think you'd like to take part, or you have any suggestions for improving the idea, leave a comment. And even if you aren't able to participate yourself, pass the idea on - the more people we can get interested in it, the louder a statement we'll be able to make.

'Firm' discipline

Those of you keen to see some photos from the F/f office shoot I did with Isabella Bainbridge are in luck. The photographer, Focus3, had been planning to go through all the images with the client, let him pick out which ones he wanted to keep, and put together a slideshow of them. In the end, however, the client was so chuffed with them all that he asked for all of them, and gave the photographer permission to let the models have a much larger selection than we'd expected. Hooray!

I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed making them. I'm very much hoping I'll have the chance to work with Miss Bainbridge again, she's really rather lovely :)

IM IN UR ARMCHAIR, DOMMIN UR SUBS

It’s a joke between my lords and I that I don’t really belong to them. My true mistress is actually my cat (who is, as everyone knows, the ruler of the universe) and she just tolerates the fact that my lords borrow me from her occasionally.

Today saw incontrovertible proof of this theory:

After the punishment

These are the pictures from GBS that got me pounced on and viciously, unfairly caned on our return home on Monday. It was this one in particular that pressed both of our buttons: the image of the chastised schoolgirl sent back up to her room after her punishment, her sore bottom humiliatingly exposed, hiding her face in shame.

I'm not sure exactly what it is about this image that gets me so excited. Somehow an image of a girl walking back upstairs is far hotter for me than other "aftermath" pictures, such as standing in the corner, or (Tom's favourite) standing with cane held between reddened cheeks. I think it's the implied normality that turns me on so much. Girl is summoned down from her room to be punished; punishment is inflicted; girl returns upstairs to continue whatever she was doing before her summons, but in a much quietened state of mind.

Perhaps for a particularly shocking misdemeanor, a schoolgirl might be sentenced to repeated canings - 12 strokes every morning for a week, maybe. She would be obliged to report to the Headmaster every day before classes. She wouldn't have been able to eat much breakfast for nervousness; she would be shivering, not quite awake. She would be very aware of the tender bruising on her bottom from the previous days' punishments. The strokes would be hard, brisk, applied without ceremony and far more shocking in her vulnerable just-woken state. Afterwards she would troop upstairs trying desperately to hide her tears, return the cane to its rack, straighten her uniform and hastily get ready for classes. She would need to start thinking about her studies, try to put the pain and shame of the morning's discipline out of her mind.

Until the next day.

Homecoming

Mr C and I returned from our weekend feeling inspired, loved-up, and completely exhausted. Of course, one of the first things I did when we got back to my flat was check my mail, whereupon I discovered a new photoset of mine up at Girls Boarding School (I'll post some shots from it tomorrow). Naturally, I called Mr C over to look through the pictures with me. And, given that there hadn't been the opportunity for much couple time at the acting weekend, naturally he started growling things into my ear and tumbled me onto the bed.

Unusually for us, we started with sex and moved onto CP from there: he put me into my collar and, once I was rather more flushed and relaxed than when we'd staggered into the house, tipped me over his knee for a brisk, humiliating hand-spanking which hurt far more than I'd expected it to. I'm not sure if that was because I hadn't been spanked for a few days, or because I'd had no sleep all weekend, or something else, but by the time he told me to arrange pillows in the middle of the bed and kneel over them, I was trembling and flushed and extremely excited. He gave me 24 strokes of the short dragon cane. Not horribly hard, but sharp enough to make me squeak and wriggle and beg him to stop more than a couple of times. and building up to a final 6 which had me kicking my feet and drumming my fists on the bed.

And we even remembered to take pictures this time :)

In the first picture, you can see my new wrought-iron bed. It is kingsize, it has a very expensive 7-layer cotton futon mattress which is good for my back, and it's swirly and pretty - but most importantly, it has upright posts for tying naughty girls to. I've had it for over a month now, and continue to be delighted with it.

The interesting - and completely coincidental - thing about this bed, which I only noticed today, is that it is exactly the same bedframe as has recently appeared in two very pretty photosets by GBS. I don't remember seeing the bed when I was shooting with them, but it is obviously the design favoured by caning enthusiasts:

     

My canes live on one corner of the headboard, the crook-handles ones hanging off the top horizontal bar and the straight ones looped by their handles over the end post. They also currently have roses growing up them in the form of arty flower-formed fairylights, each bulb delicately wrapped in cream and crimson petals. I mean, what else could they possibly be intended for? ;)

Shakespearean Spankings

Mr C and I are going away until Monday, and we'll be spending more time in character this weekend than out of it. Lots of different characters each, in fact, in a huge number of different stories and scenarios. I'm taking a suitcase full of outfits, including a variety of boy's clothes and a slavegirl costume.

No, it's not an extended spanking roleplay weekend: we're going on the marathon acting event we participate in every year. Unfortunately, given the early starts, late nights and the fact that we're sharing a room with a girl we haven't met before, there is unlikely to be much opportunity for spanking. Unless the girl proves to be corruptible, of course ;)

Given that we are historically able to find the kinky subtext in almost anything, however, the plays themselves should provide enough entertainment. Last year we did a D/s reading of The Taming of the Shrew which went down very well: Kate's change in attitude over the course of the play makes much more sense if you read her as a young, confused, intelligent woman who yearns to be dominated by someone she can actually look up to and admire. Thomas made a dashing, arrogant, powerful Petruchio, wielding a riding crop and dropping innuendos at every opportunity. I played Kate as changing from a stroppy teenager to an earnest young submissive who wants her husband to be proud of her, and I found far more sexual undertones in her lines than I'd ever expected. I always knew Shakespeare was a kinky bastard.

Ever since then I've wanted to make a Kate/Petruchio spanking video - you'd barely need to change their lines at all for it to make sense.

We don't have any plans for kinky subtext in any of this year's plays, but I wouldn't be surprised if something reveals itself as we go along. Perhaps we could make a whole series of Shakespearean spanking films?

The Hot Bottom Club

The downside of having two Lords is that you can expect New Year spankings from both of them. Yesterday my poor bottom was warmed by Mr. C's hard hand, the long tawse, and then later D treated me to a session with the riding crop and martinet, whipping my back and thighs as well as my already bruised bum. I'm afraid I don't have any pictures to show you - we got a bit distracted afterwards, and taking photos was the last thing on our minds. :)

I do, however, have some lovely shots from my first ever spanking shoot, and a free preview clip (click on the image to view). Thanks to the strange time-delayed process of making spanking paysites, this story has just gone online at English Spankers this week.

Making this film was a revelation for me. The spanker is Andrew of Sound Punishment, a lovely gentleman with a reassuring manner and a firm hand, who made me feel completely comfortable while off camera, and squirm deliciously while on it! I'd never acted or been spanked on camera before, and it was an exhilirating experience.

I'm filming with English Spankers again next week, and taking a friend with me who's completely new to the spanking industry (although not to being spanked) and very excited at the prospect. I'm looking forward to seeing her undergo the same initiation, and come to love spanking modelling just as much as I do :)

A brand spanking new year

Well, my old email address is working again, so hopefully your mails should reach me whichever address you send them to. I've still lost my email archive, but I'll be able to re-upload my websites today. The problem with using the server run by your boyfriend is that he's faced with crucial decisions like choosing between going home and working on getting his girlfriend's professional websites and email back online, or staying in bed with her for more cuddlings and spankings.

In fact, now I come to think of it, I haven't actually been spanked yet this year. I don't think so, anyway. There was an incident with a wooden hairbrush that made quite an impact, but I think that was on New Year's Eve ...

The problem with updating your blog from your laptop in the morning while snuggling with your Lord is that when you ask him "Actually hang on, have I been spanked yet this year?" He has a tendency to respond with a wicked grin and a promise to do something about that before he goes home. I guess the server will have to wait to be fixed a little while longer. Gotta go...