101 uses for a ceiling fan

D has just moved house, and his new bedroom contains a large ceiling fan similar in shape to the one pictured above. When he moved in each of the fan blades was decorated with a rather tasteless fussy Victorian motif.

Being the resourceful fellow that he is, D decided that rather than messing around with repainting them, the easiest way of removing the offending design was to unscrew each of the fan blades and flip them over, so that only the plain white side on the reverse was visible. I was lying on the bed reading while all this was going on.

I looked up to find him contemplating the large, thin, round-edged piece of wood in his hand. He met my eyes with a grin. It was clear that we were both thinking the same thing - and I wasn't at all sure how I felt about the idea.

Happily for me, my parents were visiting and so the experiment was postponed until we had the house to ourselves. We contented ourselves with discussing the possibility of rotating all the blades 90 degrees, suspending a girl from the ceiling and letting the fan mechanism do all the work. (It wouldn't work, unless you wired the fan to reverse direction after each quarter-circle, and then the speed at impact would be decreased.)

But of course, I wasn't allowed to escape entirely. The next day found me bent over a couple of pillows naked from the waist down, with my dear boyfriend brandishing a large, crisp wooden paddle painted on one side with a particularly tasteless old-fashioned pattern. I guess this is what comes of asking the internet to send me new paddle designs.

It stung well enough, once he'd got the hang of controlling it without a proper handle. There was no thud to the sensation at all, and although it hurt, the pain didn't seem proportional to the size of the thing. Certainly not as much as I was afraid it would: it made an almightly whoosh coming down, but it seemed to be all bark and no bite. D said afterwards that it was a bit unwieldly, which I suppose might be something to do with air cushions - is that why so many wooden paddles have holes in them?

So there you have it: ceiling fan blades aren't quite as scary as they look. Even so, I'm not particularly sad that this one is staying on the ceiling in future!

gift-wrapped

Happy Christmas! I hope you're all enjoying your holiday. I had a lovely time spending the last few days with my family, my partners and my best friend, eating and drinking far too much.

In the evening we watched Hot Fuzz, the latest Simon Pegg film, about an over-achieving metropolitan police officer transferred to a sleepy rural village. I hadn't seen it before and thought it was brilliantly funny. I particularly appreciated Jim Broadbent as Chief Inspector Butterman, head of the sinister Neighbourhood Watch. Now there's an actor who can project authority. The character starts off as endearing and twinkly, but as the film progresses he becomes increasingly commanding. It's all in the eyes and the voice. I'm not sure I'd be so keen on encountering Inspector Butterman in one of his axe-wielding moments (I'll leave that to the more adventurous Niki Flynn), but I certainly wouldn't mind going over his knee.

In keeping with the spirit of the season, I'm posting a couple of free photos of me tied up with ribbon. I'm afraid these aren't from this year - the observant among you will notice that these shots were taken before I got my tattoo. But I'm currently in the process of booking some shoots in January, so I should have some new photos for you soon. In the meantime, I'll keep raiding the archive for pictures to keep you entertained :)

I haven't been giftwrapped and put under the tree yet ... but my parents have gone home now, and there are nine whole days of Christmas left :) I'll let you know how we get on.



Best wishes from all of us for a happy and spanking-filled new year :)

"Whipping cures depression"

I recently found this link to what appears to be a genuine (if slightly out-of-date) news article:

Whipping therapy cures depression and suicide crises

Siberian scientists believe that addiction to alcohol and narcotics, as well as depression, suicidal thoughts and psychosomatic diseases occur when an individual loses his or her interest in life. The absence of the will to live is caused with decreasing production of endorphins - the substance, which is known as the hormone of happiness. If a depressed individual receives a physical punishment, whipping that is, it will stir up endorphin receptors, activate the “production of happiness” and eventually remove depressive feelings.

Russian scientists recommend the following course of the whipping therapy: 30 sessions of 60 whips on the buttocks in every procedure. A group of drug addicts volunteered to test the new method of treatment: the results can be described as good and excellent.

The idea that a the occasional beating can be good for your mental health isn't really news to us. But masochists and kinksters aren't the only people who have tapped into the human endorphin response. Flagellation has a place in a number of religious traditions - medieval Catholicism, Tibetan Buddhism, Gardnerian Wicca. The euphoria triggered by exercise is similar, I think.

I'm not sure I'm convinced that this treatment has a universal application, though. I don't really understand the psychology, but it seems plausible that there's some correlation between people exhibiting the self-destructive behaviours described above, and people who will respond well to endorphin manipulation. Note that the article says that the treatment was only tested on volunteers - that has to skew the results slightly.

”The whipping therapy becomes much more efficient when a patients receives the punishment from a person of the opposite sex. The effect is astounding: the patient starts seeing only bright colors in the surrounding world, the heartache disappears, although it will take a certain time for the buttocks to heal, of course,” Sergei Speransky told the Izvestia newspaper.

Well, I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks that sounds familiar :) But what about people who are attracted to the same sex, eh? It bugs me when queerness is ignored by sex psychologists.

Nonetheless, I have to applaud the courage and open-mindedness of the research team. It would be great if the positive results of a healthy kink life were more widely recognised, particularly by the medical profession; if popular opinion saw what we do as part of a sane, affirming, balanced lifestyle, and not a symptom of being wrong in the head. I wonder if this Dr. Speransky is one of us?

white socks and the strap

As a spanking model, one of the strange things about being away for a few months is that when you start looking back at blog posts you missed, you can be startled by unexpected photos of yourself.

I came across this photo in the Spanking Online blog, and was surprised to realise I hadn't seen it before. My site memberships all expired long ago, so blogs and free galleries are the only way I can see the results of shoots I did earlier this year. This set is from Spanked Schoolgirl, and if you like strappings and schoolgirls in white socks, you might enjoy the rest of this free gallery.



(Look at those bruises! It's slightly shocking - I haven't been bruised in months, despite playing fairly regularly these days. Clearly I should be trying harder ...)

"a design paddle pattern"

I get a lot of spam, and checking my email is usually an exercise in wedding out the genuine mails from the randomly-generated ones. It's normally quite straightforward: I tend to read anything with "spanking" or "shoot" in the title. Anything about penises, investments or gambling is deleted without further ado.

Sometimes, however, the internet throws you curve balls. I recently received an email with the promising subject line a design paddle pattern. I opened it with excited anticipation. Maybe a reader of this blog had come up with an ingenious way of constructing paddles, and wanted me to publicise their invention to the world? Maybe someone had sent me their idea for a paddle designed specifically for my own bottom? Disappointingly, however, it turned out to contain another string of meaningless gibberish. A coincidence - unless spammers getting more adept at catering to our tastes.

I keep wanting to see that new paddle design now. Do any of you have any devious new ideas for spanking devices in the depths of your imagination? If so please share them, my curiosity has been awakened :)

St Trinian's

I've been lurking and reading a few blogs recently, but I haven't seen this mentioned. What do you make of it?



It seems to me like a bit of a missed opportunity - the trailer lost me about halfway through (about at the point they started talking about stealing paintings rather than the state of discipline in the school). And Colin Firth's opening line was so promising, too: "I believe that our nation's schools have been blighted by the false kindness of namby-pamby policies for far too long." Mmm. It's a good premise, but I suspect we perverts are going to have to re-imagine it if we don't want to be disappointed. I wonder if I could persuade any of my producer friends to do a remake?

(Yes, I'm back, I think. I'm not promising I'll post every day, but I keep thinking of things I want to write about, and this seemed as good a place to start as any. I've missed you.)