Prize

Some time ago I ran a reader contest, which may or may not have lightly mocked the number of times my bum appeared in the free tour of a certain spanking site (not that I'm suggesting they didn't have much material, at all).

As I mentioned when I posted the answers:

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".

We did the shoot back in November, but I didn't get them back from the photographer until January. Since then, however, I'm afraid the tardiness is entirely my own fault.

Many apologies to Dave (and the rest of you) for the delay ... I hope the photos are worth the wait :)

Carry On Spanking

I found this picture of me being spanked by D:



Isn't my expression just sublimely ridiculous?

I'm really tempted to set up a 'spanking outtakes' page on my site. And of course someone has got to make a Carry on Spanking film one of these days, if there isn't one already :)

Careful, this kink is catching

Fetishes are catching. It's most common in new relationships - activities that left you cold before are likely to gain a whole new appeal when you start seeing someone who is really, really, turned on by them. In my experience, spankos and BDSMers tend to be very attuned to the feedback loops in sex: we get as much (if not more) of our sexual pleasure from our partner's responses as from our own sensations.

Recently, a group of us were looking through a CD of spanking images I'd got back from a shoot (the one with D, as it happens). D. was giving his usual sardonic commentary, and my best friend and I were melting into little puddles of gleeful lust over the pictures (she's very much my kindred spirit, kink-wise). My housemate was also looking at the photos over our shoulders, and seemed surprisingly appreciative. He said that one of the side-effects of living with a spanking model is that he's started finding the idea sexy in a way he never really has before.

Apparently kinks can be contagious even if you're not sleeping with someone. Who knew? People talk about the 'spanko gene' but I reckon you can catch it through sheer exposure.

D's tastes have also expanded through association with me. He's always been into erotic BDSM and the psychological and control aspects of D/s, but over the time I've known him he's seemed to get much more interested in CP. (Conversely, I've been enlightened as to the delights of stockings and high heels.) It's amazing what going out with a girl who is very very enthusiastic about being beaten can do to one's interest in the subject :)

Of course even after catching the bug, people tend to retain their own distinctive style. During a recent play session I found myself wondering why D. had stopped after 16 cane strokes, when the convention is for sets of six. Rather than spacing the strokes out, he'd dealt them in rapid little clusters, effectively keeping me off-balance and not knowing what would happen next (which is very much D's style).

I found out later that he was caning me according to a mathematical pattern - 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1. Even if you turn them into a spanko, you can never really change a geek :)

Spelling Correction

Well, the cane was a clear winner in my poll (to the slight disappointment of my lords and I, who had all been quietly hoping the ruler would win). Of course the first half of Tuesday evening was spent making and consuming pancakes. However, not long after dinner had been digested, I was instructed to get dressed in my navy blue gymslip and white socks, while D. busied himself piling pillows in the middle of my bed.

The first twelve strokes were D's. Six over knickers as a warm up, before he moved round to the other side and gave me six more on the bare. They hurt, but not unbearably, and I was just thinking that this wouldn't be so bad after all when D. handed the cane to Mr C, and I sensed him move to stand over me on the left hand side of the bed.

The thirteenth stroke hurt, a sharp whack that bit deep into my cheeks. The fourteenth and fifteenth were even harder, until I was kicking and howling trying to stay in position. D. ordered me to keep my feet down, while Thomas dealt a series of measured, powerful cane strokes across my exposed backside, catching me off guard a couple of times with two in rapid succession. They were vicious strokes - not so nasty they'd bruise, but hard enough to leave angry, raised welts. I clung to the pillows and sobbed.

After I was done, they both gathered me in their arms on the bed, and gave me their hands to kiss. I was more than a little overwhelmed, and when their fingers and mouths started finding the shivering skin under my rumpled school uniform, I wouldn't have had the presence of mind to protest even if I'd wanted to.

I emerged some time later, flushed, buttons undone, hair mussed and tie askew, having lost count of my orgasms somewhere between the number of typos and the number of cane strokes. All in all I think the aftercare was definitely worth the punishment beforehand. :) Thankyou, all of you, for providing the starting-place for such a special evening.

Pandora's Mailbox: Q&A #1

I get a lot of emails from readers, and while I try to take the time to answer them all individually, a lot of people ask the same sorts of questions. I decided to post answers to some common enquiries here.

I do appreciate every email I get – knowing there are people out there reading and enjoying my work really keeps me motivated. So please don't stop writing in :) But if you've got a question, do stop to check whether it's something I've answered already – you're much more likely to get a reply to your mail if I don't feel like I'm having to repeat myself!

Do you offer 1-2-1 sessions?

I'm afraid I don't offer a 1-2-1 service, but many thanks for your interest.

Will you make an exception for me? I can assure you that I'm a perfect gentleman.

No, I won't make an exception. As a gentleman, I'm sure you'll understand the importance of respecting my decisions and limits. You'll certainly refrain from asking me again or attempting to change my mind.

How about just meeting for a coffee then? We've got loads in common and I'm sure we'd have lots to talk about.

I'd love to have the time to meet all the readers of my blog for coffee, but as a self-employed woman with two careers and two boyfriends, I barely have time to see my existing friends! I do go to fetish events occasionally, so if you think you're likely to be at the Torture Garden or one of Ishmael's events, feel free to drop me a line. And I'm always keen to hear about other scene events in London if you hear of an exhibition or party you think I'd enjoy. But please don't be offended if I don't have time to go to it!

The exception to this is other female spanking models, whom I'm always interested in meeting :)

Will you work at one of my spanking parties?

I've considered it in the past, but my lord D. prefers that I don't do parties. I'm happy to let his desires take precedence on this issue.

Are you sure? They're lots of fun, and a really good way to meet people and make money.

Since I don't do sessions, meeting potential clients isn't really something I need to worry about. And I can assure you that being D's good girl is far more fun than any number of spanking parties :)

Can you tell me about the London spanking scene?

Not really – as I've mentioned, the only events I really go to are Torture Garden (which is a voyeur club, not a BDSM club) and occasionally events like Night of the Cane, but you've already read about that on my blog :) Take a look at London Fetish Scene and UK Fetish Info to find out about events near you, go along to a few and see what you think.

Will you consider modelling for our spanking film production company/website?

Sure! Send me a link to the site and I'll see what I make of it before getting back to you. If I've not heard of you, I'd appreciate some contact details of models you've filmed recently, so I can check references and reassure myself that your spankers and company are safe to work with.

I'm not a commercial film studio, just an interested photographer. Can I take photos/video of you for my personal use?

I do consider shoots with amateur photographers. If you're interested in booking me, please send me some samples of your photography, and contact details for models you've worked with recently so I can check your references.

If you're an independent professional photographer looking to obtain images for commercial use, even better! (although I'll still need to see your portfolio amd references). I don't object to signing a model release form.

Can we use your house for the shoot?

I'm happy to shoot from home with photographers I know and trust. For safety reasons, I prefer to use a reputable studio when working with a photographer for the first time. (I can recommend some cheap places in London if you like.)

Will you travel to a shoot?

Sure, if you can contribute towards my travel expenses. I get the train everywhere and have a young person's railcard, so the fares are pretty reasonable.

What are your modelling rates?

In a word, flexible! It's normal for models and photographers to haggle, dependent on their experience, how much they like each other's work, and what the shoot involves. I'm always willing to consider discounts if you're on a budget, and I occasionally do part-paid, trade and time for prints (although never for spanking shoots). To give you a rough idea, I tend to be looking for something in the region of:

lingerie, art nude or fetish fashion: £30-50/hr
open leg nude, UK magazine style glamour, soft g/g or soft bondage: £50-60/hr
hard bondage or light CP (leaving no marks): £50-80/hr
hard CP (leaving marks): £100/hr

I tend to reduce my rates for longer shoots. For a day's shooting with one of the big spanking paysites I usually receive between £250-500 (and after one of these shoots, it's often a week before my marks have disappeared and I can work again).

Can I photograph you being spanked?

Sure, if you're willing to pay two sets of model fees – one for me, and one for the spanker. I'm in touch with a number of professional tops whom I've worked with for this sort of shoot. If you let me know whether you'd prefer a male or female spanker I can contact them on your behalf and ask about their availability and rates.

I want to spank you myself for the shoot.

And take photographs at the same time? How many arms do you have??

I'll set the camera up on a tripod to take pictures while I spank you.

I'm sorry to disappoint, but it sounds like you're looking for a 1-2-1 rather than a photoshoot. If you like I can recommend some girls who are available for sessions in London. Alternatively, a lot of professional or private spankees advertise on Spanking Models UK, Spankee Finder and Spank Me UK.

How about if you brought a chaperone to the shoot? Would you be comfortable letting me spanking you then? (Maybe he could even take the photos!)

No. As a professional model, I only work for professional photographers, or dedicated amateurs who can demonstrate their integrity. Anyone more interested in the spanking than the photos is out of my comfort zone. I hope you won't be too disappointed by this – all models need to draw a line somewhere, and this is mine.

If you're serious about photographing or filming a spanking between me and another professional model, please send me some model references and some samples of your photography, and we'll talk.

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Feel free to email me or comment if you have any other questions you want answered :) I often get asked things like how I got into spanking, why I started modelling, how long I've been into it and where I get my kinky fantasies from. However, this post is too long already, so my answers to those questions will have to wait til next time :)

Talk to meeeee!

Thanks to everyone who's voted on my poll so far - I've got far more responses than I expected! Spanking and caning seem to be neck and neck at the moment, and the consensus of the comments is that my Lords are way harsh for picking such high numbers ;) Hopefully you saying so won't rebound badly on me!

Anyway, it's lovely to receive so much response from you all, and it's motivated me to work harder to make this blog more interactive. I'm sure there'll be more polls and other participatory features, but in the meantime, I've made it easier for you to contribute by installing a shiny new shoutbox in my side bar (if you're not on a huge screen resolution, you'll need to scroll down a little to see it). Take a look! It's really handy - you don't need to log in or run an applet, just type and click send, and any message you enter will stay there until it's pushed out by new messages. It'll make it much easier for you to questions, and chat to me, my lords, and each other :)

It's currently looking a bit empty and forlorn, so come on in and keep me company? :)

Punishment poll

Some time ago, I received a comment suggesting that if I make mistakes or typos in my blog, or go for too long without posting, my readers should decide on my punishment:

"It would be sure to spice things up! Of course we your fans could not actually carry out the punishment ourselves, your lords would have to be our HANDS so to speak! However you could post the photos of the punishment and we could bask in the glory that we were directly responsible for you getting your delightful bottom soundly smacked!"

Unsurprisingly, my lords leapt at this idea. And somewhere along the line, D. seems to have decided that three was an appropriate number of typos to merit punishment. All three guilty typos occurred in comments, since unlike blog posts, those aren't editable: here,
here and, finally, here.

D. instructed me to post inviting you all to choose my punishment. Having consulted, he and Mr C have decided that they should probably place some sort of restriction to ensure things stay reasonable. Given the nature of the mistakes, the range of implements is chosen to fit a school theme, and I'll be wearing school uniform during my punishment. (Apologies to the original commenter, but my lords have decided that they will dictate which uniform I wear themselves, rather than letting my readers choose.) However, assuming sufficient interest, photos will definitely be provided :)

Choose your weapon! Which punishment should I receive for making three typos on my blog? 24 strokes with cane 24 strokes with paddle 36 strokes with wooden ruler 6 minutes over-the-knee hand spanking Current Results

I'm not entirely sure which cane they're planning to use - I think one of the medium-thickness bamboos. The paddle in question is this one: thin, stiff, with a crisp smack and a low burn, but I'm rather less used to it than canes, and correspondingly more nervous. The ruler is a standard foot-long stationer's ruler, with a delightful acidic sting. Whichever you choose, I believe they're planning to take turns.

I'm not sure if I should be begging you to fill in the poll or not; if I get no replies, I don't know if they'll double my strokes or not punish me at all... And I'm not sure I really want to find out :) So: this is me, if not begging, at least asking nicely.

Knowing looks

I recently saw this picture of Amy Hunter on The Spanking Spot. It took my breath away. Exceptionally cute, bright model whose work I admire: check. Caning: check. Outdoor location: check. Fishnet holdups and military jacket: check. :)

I love seeing cute goth/biker/alternative chicks in spanking porn, but it's fairly unusual. In terms of the music I listen to and the clothes I wear, I guess the best term for me is 'bohemian', but I'm frequently found in the company of filthy goffics, hippies, ravers, bikers, metallers, geeks and other eccentrics. It might sound odd to some of you, but this kind of outfit, for me, lends a strong feeling of realism to a scene.

But the main thing that makes this picture so hot is Amy's expression. The pause before the stroke, where she invites the viewer into the experience with a knowing look that seems to say: "You see what's about to happen, right? Yeah, and I'll let him think it's a punishment. But secretly? I love it. And so do you."

Interestingly, when I showed this photo to Mr C he didn't share my opinion. As a dom, for him the deliberate fourth-wall conceit of her expression ruins the image. He wants to see girls immersed in the scene: reacting, in pain, not mugging for the camera in a way that completely ruins the illusion of non-consent. And normally, I react the same way to looking-into-the-camera shots. But this one somehow works.

As a bisexual submissive, when I look at this picture I see a knowing, independent, extraordinarily cute girl with a strong sense of humour. She's explicitly consenting, and looking at the viewer (i.e. me) in a way that almost puts her in control. There's something about the look in her eyes that seems, almost smugly, to say: "You want this, bitch. You totally wish you were me right now. And more to the point, you want me."

Which just … guh. Yes. That will absolutely do it for me, thankyou.

It seems to be a shot designed for the sub girls out there, rather than the male doms. (Which is one of the things I love about Northern Spanking: how many sites cater so explicitly to their female audience?) And if my reaction is anything to go by, they got it exactly right. Mmm. Yes. Yes, Amy, I do :)

Just Ask Google - #2

More bizarre search terms leading unsuspecting googlers to this blog...

spankable names - would a Rose by any other name be as spankable? Picking a model name is a tricky business – I change my mind about mine every other week or so. There's a post to write about this at some point :)

aunty caned her in a pleated gym – as opposed to the normal large rectangular sort of gym, with ropes and benches?

BLOGS AGAINST DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE - whoever typed this search was clearly very angry about it. There's nothing to protest about if it's consensual, kids.

shocking spankings - you want a violet wand for that. I don't own one myself, but I hear interesting things about them.

cane, twelve strokes, bare - and for afters: tea, Earl Grey, hot.

ladies who enjoy being caned - As Adele has so eloquently said, yes, we do exist! We're self-aware and happy in our kink, we aren't engaging in self-destructive impulses, and not a freak if you're one of us. (Of course, there's nothing odd about not enjoying being caned either – it's my fetish, but if it's not yours, that's fine too).

how did pandora resemble eve? - unfortunately I doubt my blog will help you much with your essay topic, but I could provide some nice illustrations?

troi yoga - I'm not sure why I'm the first hit for this on the basis of a single comment, when I don't appear anywhere if you type in "Pandora"? Google is strange.

spanking heels blog – when spankos grow up, do they graduate from the slipper to the stiletto? (Ouch!) I wouldn't know, not having grown up yet :)

im in ur cat – GOD I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW.

Happy Wednesday

Like most modern free-thinking people, I have mixed feelings about Valentines day. On the one hand, the commercialism and consumer guilt are totally unnecessary - I don't want to feel obliged to spend money I don't have on flowers and chocolates and greetings cards that are, to be honest, fairly politically dodgy in origin. On the other hand, I'm not one to object to a bit of love and romance, as long as it's sincere.

As meish.org has it: 'One day in February isn't special. But you are.' My own Valentines has been scattered over several days, starting with the Torture Garden Valentines Ball with both my Lords on Saturday, and continuing with a quiet evening in with Thomas tonight and a free gig with D. tomorrow. And I may possibly have secret romantic plans for this weekend. ;)

In the meantime, it seems appropriate for us kinky types to celebrate the Roman Lupercalia tomorrow:

'The sacrificial feast followed, after which the Luperci cut thongs from the skins of the victims, which were called Februa, dressed themselves in the skins of the sacrificed goats, in imitation of Lupercus, and ran round the walls of the old Palatine city, the line of which was marked with stones, with the thongs in their hands in two bands, striking the people who crowded near. Girls and young women would line up on their route to receive lashes from these whips.'

Sounds far more romantic than teddy bears and hearts to me.

Outdoor canings

This photoset went up on Girls Boarding School last week. It made me long for summer. These images were taken after a punishment; I've never actually been caned - or even spanked - outdoors, despite it being one of my biggest fantasies. Partly it's an exhibitionist thing, the risk of being caught (and I've done all sorts of other rude things outdoors), but mainly it's that if I'm honest, I'm a bit of a filthy hippy, and getting close to nature in that way just gets me hot.

I'm a big fan of the 'spanking al fresco' pictures over at English Vice, where they manage to get away with spanking play at some absolutely amazing sites. I've got quite a few places on my own list. Castles (even if we aren't doing full historical roleplay, I totally have a medieval fetish), woods (where better place to cut switches?) and wildernesses, moors and mountains.

But to be honest, February probably isn't the best time to start.

making very important and artistic pictures

The best thing about being a spanking model is the free porn. Not only am I frequently allowed access to the sites I work for, some photographers are kind enough to send me copies of the images, and after a shoot I get CDs full of kinky pictures through my letterbox. It's great. I very rarely find pictures of myself erotic - I like to watch other girls being beaten when I'm looking for kicks online.

Sometimes Mr C makes me watch my own videos with him while we're in scene, and it's hot, but almost in a humiliating way. I enjoy his appreciation of me, and remembering the shoot is often sexy, but when I'm watching my own films I just can't enjoy them properly as porn. I get too distracted by thinking "oooh, what am I doing?" or "that sounded stupid" or "I'm playing with my hair too much", or whatever.

The exception is when I've been filming with one of my Lords, because even though I'm still 'working' (the dialogue still involves acting and roleplay, I still need to think about camera angles, we still need to pause between takes or cheat certain shots), when I'm shooting with them I can step outside my self-consciousness. I'm their sub, and if they're enjoying me then nothing else matters. When I'm looking at pictures or movies of them, I stop focussing on me. And because it's us, the dynamic is, of course, perfectly tailored to my tastes. I'm taken back to the fantasy, can indulge in remembering the eroticism of the scene (during which I was invariably turned on) without having to worry about the work aspects any more. By modelling with my partners, I'm producing my own personalised porn :)

I recently received a couple of CDs of images from a shoot I did with D. and a photographer called RT, in November. Looking through those shots for the first time left me in a small puddle on the sofa. It was intense. These photos are so hot.

Well, I thought so, anyway. D. was far more interested in taking the piss providing cutting and witty satire:



I don't know. Some people. How dare he stoop to mocking the great and venerable institution of spanking porn in such an undignified manner. Next time I shall have to remind him to be very DOMLY and SERIOUS.

Sugasm #65

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I HAS A STICK

Remember the photo evidence of my dominatrix cat? I think I've found out where she gets it from:



CLEARLY these are the evil twin brothers of my cat. Or possibly uncles. But definitely related: the tricolore facial colouring and sadistic tendencies are identical.

Mr C. has also pointed out how much they resemble Chiron and Demetrius from Titus Andronicus, but certain features of feline anatomy mean that UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES do I want to pursue that line of thought.

'Harrison Ford wants a real whip'

D. pointed me at a fantastic article describing how Harrison Ford will only agree to play Indiana Jones in a new movie if he's allowed to wield a proper singletail:

"The 64-year-old actor, who plays the daredevil archaeologist, was told the weapon would have to be computer generated because of new film safety rules.

Harrison branded the rule “ridiculous” and said he would pull out of the film if he couldn’t wield his whip."

(View the whole article)

I always had such a crush on Indy - rugged, unshaven, reckless hooligan that he is. How much would I love to play his arrogant young sidekick who gets them both into trouble? He'd rescue me, of course, because if he's a rogue he's an honourable one. But he'd teach me afterwards not to put him to the trouble again. Or maybe he'd just take his annoyance out on me, possibly take his pleasure as well, and set out on his own again.

Or perhaps I'd be an independent, strong, sharp-tongued woman who meets him in a bar and challenges him to a drinking game. Or a bet. If I lost, he might well decide on a forfeit designed to show me who was boss. Or if I won, it might infuriate him so much he'd take his revenge afterwards. Oh, someone give me a budget. We almost certainly couldn't afford Harrison Ford at his usual rates, but given his affection for wielding the implement maybe he could be persuaded... A girl can dream :)

Breast stroke, cane strokes

At the weekend I finally got round to visiting my local pool. Swimming has always been my favoured form of exercise, and since I moved to London last year I've let it slip. I got a pleasant surprise when I discovered I wasn't as unfit as I'd feared, and managed a clear 40 lengths in the first 20 minutes, followed by another slower 40 as I settled into it.

I think I love swimming for many of the same reasons that I love spanking. There's a sort of meditative, clearheaded serenity to focussing your entire self into a physical action. In many ways I come out of a workout in a similar state to after an extended play session: blood pulsing, floating on endorphines, mind emptied and calm.

I was thinking in the pool (inasmuch as the act of swimming allows space for thought) how the act of swimming lengths resembles, in some ways, the process of taking a caning. There isn't much space to think; simple ideas can surface briefly, but are chased away before you have time to take them anywhere. You are aware of your body, of course, and you focus on your form and posture, trying to make your breathing and movements more controlled each time. You're aware of your immediate environment, but mostly you're focussed on the physical act. At times it's hard work, and your breathing is laboured and your body screams at you; other times you feel like you're floating, like you could carry on forever. And the entire experience is subsumed into the count, the numbers slowly ringing in your head, each count anticipating the next until it's realised.

I'm intending to start making regular trips to the pool again, but this is going to require self-discipline. Or possibly the other kind of discipline - in fact Mr C and I both independently had the same idea of ensuring that I meet my targets. A number of lengths is alloted to each week (say, a hundred and sixty), and any I do not complete in the pool that week are returned to me in cane strokes. Hard strokes, that is, punishment strokes, the kind I would not court lightly. I think it's a good idea: it's likely to work, and it seems strangely appropriate.

Sugasm #64

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Spankings and satisfaction

Why is it that with spankings, as with sex, the more you get the more you invariably want?

I've had a bit of a dry spell recently for health reasons, and at the moment I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do. Both my lovely mens are doing their best to keep up with me, and are making me a very happy girl in the provess :) But when I'm not in their beds, I invariably end up at my computer reading spanking stories instead of working, and sighing with frustration. It's ridiculous. I've had sex twice this morning, been spanked over the knee, with both hand and Mr C's evil wooden hairbrush ... and although by the end of it I was sobbing and sincerely begging him to stop, a mere few hours later I still want more.

We're staying with kinky friends this weekend, which should be enough even to satisfy my appetite for play. And I'm sure once I'm there I'll be considerably more nervous. But in the meantime, I'm just aching to be upended, to feel the bite of the cane or the sting of the strap.

The more spankings I have, the more I think about being spanked ... and the more spankings I want. Is this just me making up for lost time, or a more general principle? And why can I never seem to remember how much I want it when I'm bent over and waiting for the first stroke?