Lookalikes

I sometimes get emails telling me I look exactly like a mainstream actress, and asking me whether we're actually the same person. I may keep the kinkier parts of my career separate from my other professional personae, but I promise I'm not a famous TV actress leading a secret double life :)

These 'lookalikes' always make me blink a bit. Not least because I've rarely heard of them (I'm not great on popular culture). One person told me I was the spitting image of Kelly Brown. I confess I can't see the resemblance. Someone else has asked if I'm actually Susannah Wise. (I'm not, but I wouldn't say no to having her acting career.) Usually these 'doubles' are considerably older than me, American or both.

However, this morning I stumbled across this photo:



It's uncanny. I had to stop and check that no, I've never had blonde highlights, and as far as I know I haven't yet worked for that site. She's not my identical twin, but at least as far as I can tell from this photo, she definitely looks like we could be related.

I can't help wondering whether I have a long-lost cousin who has coincidentally also become a spanking model ... now there's evidence for those who believe that our kink is genetic :)

But who is she? I can't place her on Spanking Server's model page. Can any of you help me out? If nothing else, I want to find out if she'd be interested in making a spanking film about two sisters...

He Hit Me (and it felt like a kiss)

A lot has been going on, my dears. I shan't tell you everything now, but to start making up for my long absence, here is a song for you to download and listen to:

The Crystals - He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)

The Wikipedia entry suggests that this song is a journalistic, open-eyed look at domestic violence. The second verse (He couldn't stand to hear me say / That I'd been with someone new, / And when I told him I had been untrue) certainly hints that the violence in the song is that of a jealous, out-of-control husband.

But songs don't have to have only one interpretation. And that of domestic discipline applies just as well. Not a cuckolded husband, but a fair and exacting disciplinarian, giving out the agreed punishment for breaking the rules.

The later verses certainly hint at a more consensual reading. He hit me / And I knew I loved him. / And then he took me in his arms / With all the tenderness there is, / And when he kissed me, He made me his. Even if domestic discipline was not in the minds of the songwriters, these lyrics powerfully relate to those of us who understand that sort of lifestyle. But would a caring dominant ever mete out punishment in anger, as implied by the lines If he didn't care for me / I could have never made him mad?

I know I'm always going to hear D/s in these lyrics. Even if that's not what the song was written about, it's a very pretty description of the power and tenderness of consensual discipline.

Spousal violence, or safe sane and consensual? You decide :)

Tawsed in school uniform

These shots of me and Mr. C were recently taken by a photographer who had never taken spanking pictures before. He asked us to introduce him to the genre, and we were glad to oblige.

Judging from these lovely impact shots, I reckon he'll go far, don't you?

Whipped in the forest

Spring, when a young lady's fancy turns to outdoor spanking. A shoot in my local woodland yesterday (no CP, just me being a filthy hippy and posing naked with trees) put me in the mood to post these:



Pretty, pretty girls. Not just because the top reminds me very much of a friend of mine…

When I spanked Catharine

A recent commenter asked me the following question:

Have you ever felt the slightest twinge of switchiness, or are you truly, madly, deeply submissive at heart?

A lot of chaps would be willing to be your devoted slave, I am sure. But, I wonder how you yourself would feel about this?

It was a tricky one. After some thought, I replied with this answer:

"Interesting question! I have always maintained that I was 100% submissive, but since entering the spanking scene I've become aware that most girls "grow into" their switchiness as they get older. I've already posed for a couple of switch scenes (both with girls) and am perfectly open to the likelihood that I will learn to switch over time.

At the moment, I imagine I'll mainly be doing so for the sake of professional versatility, and to challenge myself as an actress. But who knows? Maybe I'll discover a switch side to myself after all!

I do tend to be a bit more toppy with women, and when I was younger I did once spank a girlfriend as part of our sex games. Partly this is because I'm invariably attracted to submissive women, and so slip quite easily into the role of playful predator in order to seduce them. However, I wouldn't call this 'dominance' in the slightest - just an active sexual pounciness as opposed to passivity!

I can't imagine that my relationships with my two Lords will ever be anything other than 100% D/s, and although we're polyamorous and I'm able to have other lovers, I don't have the time or emotional energy spare for another primary relationship. So as long as the three of us are together, any switching I do is likely to stay in a casual context.

This suits my inclinations far better - I can imagine finding it interesting to play with someone, and hurt them if they like it, but having a slave or a partner who submits outside the bedroom holds no interest for me whatsoever! And at the moment, apart from the feature of my bisexuality described above, I'm submissive in pretty much all of my sexual/romantic interactions, and have very little desire to change that."

Since then, a couple of readers have asked if I have any pictures of me switching. I've dug around in my hard drive, and found these for you. They're from Spanking Images, and the gorgeous girl I'm spanking is Catharine Corbett. I felt very silly doing this set, but we had a lot of fun. I hope you like them!

Easter spanking links

I hope you all had a good Easter! Mine was excellent, if slightly irreligious - I spent most of my Easter Sunday alternating between the jacuzzi, pool and steam room in the company of Mr C, and three exceptionally pretty young people. After we'd thoroughly soaked ourselves we all went for a picnic in a beautiful nearby wood - if it hadn't been for the 5 hour train journey back to London that afternoon, it would have been a perfect day.

Almost. Alas, it didn't involve any spanking. Upon my return to the internets, however, I discovered that Abel and Haron of The Spanking Writers have been getting up to more than enough to keep us all entertained. A kinky friend is staying with them, and her accounts of their weekend are well worth reading. Here are a couple of my favourites so far:

Rods for their own backsides: two reformatory girls cut their own birches for their final Good Friday punishments.

A spanking for Easter: the seasonal celebrations are interrupted when two sisters discover that daddy intends to punish them for breaking their Lenten promises...

Sympathetic as I am to Haron and Martha's plight, I must confess I'm greatly looking forward to reading more of their adventures :)

And finally, the best Easter spanking comic I've ever seen, courtesy of Spanking Blog:

Welts

This is my bottom after a DVD shoot involving hand spanking, tawse, and 36 strokes of the cane, and an evening spent playing afterwards.





That night's play involved a riding crop, and 12 strokes of The Big Black Stick™ - a 48" 14mm dragon cane, stained matte black, which we picked up at the LFF a couple of years ago. It looks worse than it feels, but it feels bad enough, believe me.

The best bit about filming with your Dom is that you can spend the entire day getting worked up, and then go home and show each other exactly how hot you found the on-camera whippings :)

Birthday celebrations, and Bums on the Run

Eep! I'm so sorry about the unannounced hiatus. I've not dropped off the face of the planet, I've just been even busier than usual ... specifically, busy doing lots and LOTS of real life social things which have kept me away from the computer. I could have managed to update if I'd felt less overwhelmed, though, and I'm sorry for neglecting you all.

One of the things I've been busy doing has been celebrating Mr C's birthday, and of course this involved me getting a rather tender bottom at various points. Recent highlights have included:

- being spanked, hairbrushed and caned in a private four-poster bed in the oldest inn in the country (pictures are hopefully forthcoming!)

- being re-introduced me to the joys of riding crops and the Big Black Stick™ (two of my favourite implements, but chances to play with them are rare, given the frequency with which I need to be unmarked for shoots these days)

- an absolutely delicious OTK rulering (with the medium ruler - we haven't played with the yardstick yet...)

- Mr C holding me down while I received my first five bar gate from Mr Chopper (from whom we were obtaining part of his birthday present)

- discovering exactly how hot his wooden paddle can be - when used slowly, and with moderate force. I was lying facedown on the bed, with him pinning both my wrists in the small of my back with one hand. He made me count after each stroke. I gasped my way through the first ten, and when I'd recovered my breath said faintly "...that was really nice". Of course, he responded by gripping my wrists again, giving me a couple of playful smacks, and informing me he was going to give me another ten. Which wasn't what I'd meant. I fought for a bit before remembering my place and submitting with a sob, and the second ten were even hotter than the first. Bloody hurt, though.

- being smacked over jeans with that same paddle by a couple of friends the next day, at least one of whom is vanilla, while I was playing Dromio of Ephesus in The Comedy of Errors. I particularly enjoyed the speech in Act IV, scene 1:

"I have served him from the hour of my
nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door."

And, speaking of using beatings to beg with, I've agreed to join 17 other well-known girls on the UK spanking scene in running 5km to raise money for cancer research, with Race for Life. I'm not very fit and I'm really bad at running, but with such a good cause and such good company, how could I refuse?



My fellow masochists are Josie Harrison-Marks, Lucy McLean, Adele Haze, Leia Ann Woods, Sascha Harvey, Jean Bradley, Amy Hunter, Abi Switch, Sam Johnson, Zena Stones, Jadie Reece, Honey Hardy, Isabella Aubourg, Kirstyn Gold, Sharon and Frankie. To find out more, check out the fundraising site Lucy has put together, Bums on the Run.

And if you want to support us all (of course you do!) please, PLEASE sponsor us. You can donate online using this page, and every penny will make a difference.

The website will be frequently updated with blogs, chat and pictures about training for the race and all things spanking, all of it available online absolutely free. If you want to show your appreciation and support our efforts, please donate! You'll be making a real difference. And when we drag our collective bums around that race, we want to know that all you lovely people in the spanking scene are behind us every step of the way.

Actually, if you can get to London, you're more than welcome to come and cheer us on in person on Sunday 3rd June. We'll all be wearing suitably spankable outfits, and you can join us for a drink at an informal party after the race.

And if you can't be in town on the day, it would be fantastic if you could help us raise awareness and support by promoting Bums on the Run - on your website, on your blog, in your newsletter, at your local munch or spanking party.

And, of course, donate!! You'll get good karma, and I promise not to jog so much that my bottom ceases to be wobblesome :)