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Don’t listen to pornographers; they lie.
A list of “10 lies pornographers tell” over on SugarBank made me very, very giggly indeed. I’m not as knowledgeable about vanilla porn industry as anybody who actually likes sex would be, so some of the common lies were a surprise:
4. Reality Porn. You go for a drive with a few friends. Seeing a cute girl on the street you stop to offer her a ride. She sees four guys in a van, one of whom has a video camera, and gets in. You ask to see her tits and she says no, so you offer her a hundred bucks to fuck you and your buddy. She thinks about it, realizes she’s always wanted to be a prostitute, asks for two hundred, and jumps on your dick. You’re not wearing a rubber and she’s a total stranger but neither of you are worried because, like, what are the odds?
Eh? You mean, there are people dim-witted enough to buy that? But then, I suppose, if there are people weird enough in the head to think that a spanking pay-site can be devoted entirely to spanking real women for real infractions…
I also loved this part:
2. Teens. Women are only teenage and legal for two years. Tiffany Teen’s been online since 2003 and if you think that she was eighteen when she started… wanna buy a bridge? You can’t really fault women who exploit the borderline-pedophile market but seriously, when was the last time you saw a real teenager in a pink mini-skirt and pigtails?
*Twirling a tip of a pigtale around my finger* Don’t believe the nasty man, mister. Next he’ll tell you that pornstar teens actually don’t run their own websites single-handedly. Poo to that.
Anyway, have a good weekend, munchkins; I’m off to be thrashed in front of a camera. Next time we talk, I’ll be sitting on a cushion. (Mmmm.)
Your friend Adele,
not a teenager
Packing for a Spanking Shoot
If there is one magic power I’m pining for right now, it’s to be able to levitate clothes into suitcases as I recline on a sofa drinking tea. Normally I travel light, but when I arrive for a shoot, I might as well be wheeling my wardrobe behind me on a leash.
Packing is a serious business. Let’s say I’m going for a one-day shoot. Let’s be really conservative, and say that the call sheet specifies five scenes. This means five plastic bags with complete costumes, labeled with an index of everything I’ll need in the scene.
Yes, I really do need the index. Changing between scenes is a chaotic affair - I’m still buzzing from the previous spanking, but am trying to get into the right head for my next one, and the changing room looks like a knicker truck has exploded in it; there’s no time to sit and think about which lipstick I was going to use, and what I had planned to do with my hair. It’s easier just to grab everything out of the bag and marry it to the right accessories.
One bag of costume can take a while to assemble, and a whole suitcase can turn into a nightmare. I’ve just gone through the list of stuff I need for an eccentric young madam I’m playing on Saturday, and it looks something like this: dress, petticoat, panties, bra, stockings, garter belt, shoes, gloves, ring, bracelet (crossed out) pretty watch, hair scrunchie, hair ribbon, transparent lip gloss, grey eye shadow. If I could sit on the sofa and make every piece of costume fly out of its storage place and dive into the bag, it would take about a minute to pack; as it is, I just know that I’ll be able to find one stocking but not the other, or that the white net gloves I want are serving as the cat’s toys right now - whereas the maroon ones I don’t want will be right there, folded in the drawer.
It helps a little that on this occassion the producers are providing me with a lot of pieces of uniforms, but I still need a list of accessories, and it’s the accessories that I’ll have to hunt down all through the house - all those ribbons to match with the watch bracelet to match with the lipstick to match with the eventual colour of my ass.
And here’s Murphy’s Law as applies to spanking models: you will never have enough time to shoot the set that had required the most complex costume.
Tiny Kinky References
Here’s an odd thing: I can get spanked every day if I like (and often I do); I can read hundreds of stories written specifically to stroke my kink (and often I do) - and yet, my mind seeks out things related to my kink even in the most vanilla surroundings, and latches on to them as though there’s kink rationing going on in the country.
I was listening to the audiobook
These little references are like finding a pearl in a plate of oysters. Sure, you have to buy a string of pearls from a jeweller if you have any intention of adorning yourself with them, but you will always remember that one, accidental pearl, even if it’s not fit for wearing.
Fantasy Lives of Spanko Girls
You will, I think, be amused to find out that I’ve kept a diary since I was 11 years old. That’s not remarkable in itself, of course. What’s more interesting is that I’ve kept all the pages, all the notebooks - everything. None of them are pink: I’m more of a sky blue and salad green sort of girl, although the colour pink undoubtedly has its place in life.
Anyway, what’s interesting about my diary is that I know for a certain fact that quite a few of the entries in it are pure fiction: my life was pretty uneventful, so I entertained myself by writing out the glamorous existence that could compete with how kids lived in American highschool dramas. (*cough*90210*cough*). Besides, I was a kinky little pervert, and I invented heaps of spankings that various non-existent authority figures administered to me, plus some spankings for my friends. (My friends did get spanked on occassion, and usually did come to me for comfort, but the scenes I described were far more elaborate. Plus, some of the friends are imaginary. Plus, sometimes we got spanked together.)
I also described myself spanked at school, which was particularly amusing, because, of course, I had no idea how CP in schools was done when it was done. I’m not sure whether the names of the teachers I used were real or not, but if they are - ooh boy, I’m in for a law suit if this ever comes out. (I doubt any of them are real, though, ’cause they’re all men, while my school had about three and a half male teachers throughout all my time there.) I had this charming habit of forging diary entries until about age 14, at which point the exercise lost its appeal.
But the weird thing is that with some of the entries, I’m not sure whether they are true or part of my whacky 11-year-old imagined world. Seriously. There are entries that look like the events could have happened, yet I’m not sure they have happened.
For example, did my friend Tina and I bunk off lessons to see Titanic or not? Did Tina get spanked for it or not? This is the sort of thing she and I might have done, and it’s certainly the sort of thing Tina’s mum would have whipped her for if it became known. I vividly remember comforting her under similar circumstances, so it’s a pretty realistic scenario. Yet, it’s also exactly the kind of scenario that I would have made up at that time, and I’ve no memory of watching Titanic with Tina. So did it happen? Or not?
I don’t think I’ll be posting any of my diary here, by the way, not even the rabid fictional parts. They’d lose in translation, and to be honest, they are not that well-written. If I find something particularly twisted, hot, or hilarious, I might share the general idea with you, or maybe re-write it in a more grown-up fashion. And don’t worry, it will be marked as fiction.
Sugasm - 27
The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them, starting with my favourite category this week
BDSM/Fetish
HNT #4 - Assume the Position (avaadora.blogspot.com)
I Don’t Mind it Rough (tangysweet.blogspot.com)
Kneeling (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
Making Love in the Rain Revisited (redvelvetropeburn.blogspot.com)
Monde Imaginaire (theninthwave.typepad.com)
The Notorious Bettie Page (sugarbank.com)
Sadist Taking What is His (theheronclan.blogspot.com)
Spanking Site Review: Bars and Stripes (adelehaze.com)
Thigh High Boots (video) (thebootcam.com)
Training and Surrender (aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Choices - Part Five (masterenigma.blogspot.com)
D/s Correspondence (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com)
Erotica/Erotic Experiences
In Three Minds (orpheusmind.blogspot.com)
My Ultimate Fantasy (gentlygently.blogspot.com)
The Slow Fuck (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com)
Teen Lesbians Brittney and Avril on Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com)
The Vixxen Chronicles - Walking Funny, Pt. 3 (unfetteredcravings.blogspot.com)
Welcome To My Fantasy (herknees.org)
Coach T… Ch. 5 (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)
Dear Pussy (secretbrain.blogspot.com)
Party Report (as short as I could manage)
After much anticipation and angst , I delivered myself to the party location, armed with my favourite uniform - the one you can see on my “about” page, - a hair scrunchie to melt hearts and a bright smile. There I spent most of the day hanging about the house with Niki and Lucy, exchanging trade secrets and horror stories (I love a good horror story, as long as it’s happening to somebody else). Perhaps, Niki and I should have been separated, because we’ve managed to make each other so nervous that, when the first guy showed up, we locked ourselves in our changing room and trembled.
Eventually, we decided that it wasn’t very professional after all - not to mention, unfair on Lucy and Amy (who arrived a bit later, and launched straight into a hostess mode, sending rays of deadly cuteness everywhere she went) - so we hauled our bottoms to the party room. It wasn’t very scary after all; as the guys arrived, I found that I knew three of them from my previous two parties, and the ones I didn’t know were also not about to rip out my throat. It helped that everybody had been to one of Lucy’s parties before, so there was no awkwardness or odd vibes.
Hand-spanking came first: we girls were directed over various laps, and were duly smacked by the laps’ owners. I tried to keep a count of smacks, but it’s impossible: there’s always a lively conversation going on in the room, with people cracking jokes all the time. (At one point somebody, whose name I won’t betray to you, even though he deserves to be embarrassed, became so preoccupied with chit-chat, that he forgot that he was supposed to be smacking me. I had to pinch him and wake him up; this brought me a few harder smacks, but I’m not sorry.)
My favourite part of any spanking party is getting up from a guy’s lap and pulling up my panties, smoothing down my skirt, pulling back my hair - only to get to the next guy and have my panties yanked straight down again. This gives me the naughtiest thrill.
When the implements came out - a couple of rounds of leather toys, and then a round with the cane - I was so warmed up that I could hardly feel a thing. I was at my hungry stage, when no stroke is hard enough. I have to watch myself in this state, because it’s easy to get an injury when you can’t feel the pain, but thankfully, everybody was very sane with the amount of force they used. Watching the other girls was also fun: Amy has the loveliest white skin, which turns a pretty shade of crimson, and Niki has a very cute way of squeaking with pain. (At one point Amy teased her by starting to look for a hamster hidden in the room. Amy is very bad.)
To finish off the evening, there were switch sessions on offer for the guys who wanted them. I’d never seen a man spanked, so I asked for permission to watch. If people minded, they didn’t show it, so I sat there with my jaw dropped. The amount of force the girls used on the guys was staggering; I’d never expected a person to be able to take quite so much.
I’d never been tempted to top before, but when Lucy offered me to try, I just couldn’t resist it, even though I had no clue how to use a tawse or a cane correctly. I expect, it didn’t hurt when I did it; I couldn’t bring myself to hit very hard - and just as well, because the strokes didn’t go where they were supposed to half the time. The guys were very gracious, though, and didn’t laugh at me (just as well, because I’m sure Lucy would have thrashed the hell out of them if they did; she’s fearsome with the cane).
So that was the party. When the endorphins wore off, I was quite sore, but there isn’t a single new mark on my bottom; as though I hadn’t spent a good four hours having it continuously whipped. On the one hand, it’s a good thing, because I’m shooting next weekend, and need to be pristine. On the other hand, it’s as though the whole thing has been a dream.
If it was a dream, I’d like to go to sleep again.
Comics: the breeding ground of sexual innuendo
I’m off to the scary spanking party, so there’ll be no deep and meaningful post today. While I’m freezing my butt on the train for hours, and then having it warmed, you can go and check out Unintentionally Sexual Comic Book Covers (don’t try drinking anything while you’re there).
Number 3 on the list has spanking in it - but not like you or I know it.
Spanking Site Review: Bars and Stripes
(As promised a couple of week’s ago, here is a full review of “Bars and Stripes”: a new, hot spanking site with a vision.)
“Bars and Stripes” is a fairly new player on the spanking market, but they have a strong, original voice - and content to match. On our snoop around the premises (thanks for the pass, Governor Mike) we have found user-friendly design, hundreds of high-resolution photos, hours of video footage - and heaps of attitude, on the basis of which we can predict a bright future and a place among the big players on the spanking market for this website.
The reviewer cannot claim expertise in the technical side of the production, but we know a clear picture with vibrant colours when we see them. Each video can be viewed online or downloaded for future use. The videos are accompanied by galleries of large, high-quality stills. They are shot using two cameras, and edited to give a facial and a rear view. (Full facial footage is available as a bonus with some videos.)
The site has several features that make it stand out sharply among the others.
Theme - All the materials on B&S revolve around a women’s prison with a particularly strict regime. There are established rules and routines for the prisoners to follow, and severe consequences for their breaking. What spanko hasn’t watched prison flicks like “The Shawshank Redemption” or “Fortress”, fantasizing about remaking it with girls and whippings? Well, “Bars and Stripes” is it: a prison-fantasy paradise. There are also some clips set in the prisoners’ past, which is a nice touch and a welcome diversion.
Storylines - The best feature of B&S is that it’s structured much like a TV-show: there is an overall plot with many subplots weaved around it, involving a number of distinctive characters, both prisoners and staff. At the centre of the plot there is one Leia-Ann Woods (who is also a creative force behind the production), serving a term for masterminding her criminal husband’s Charlie’s shady activities. It’s Leia-Ann’s task to survive without bowing down to the regime, while the guards need to get evidence that would fuel the case against Charlie himself. Members’ section includes Leia-Ann’s prison diary, updated every few weeks. The subplots revolve around the adventures of the other prisoners. Our favourite stories so far have involved Dublin O’Brien, a prisoner on a mission, and the general mayhem resulting from Leia-Ann’s seduction of young Rhiannon. For people with an attention span of more than five minutes, the presence of these storylines is a blessing. Folks who care for nothing but pure action should be happy too: in every clip the action starts right-away, with lengthy build-up only when it also involves some eye candy (Michele’s bath, Leia and Rhiannon’s kissing and groping, Zena’s masturbation session.)
Characters - each model plays only one character throughout; this concerns both prisoners and staff. The girls have personal pages with mug shots, biographies and links to all of the videos and photosets they are in. They have their stories, and act accordingly: are some bold, some timid, and all of them in for more than they’d bargained for. The star among the staff is the prison’s Matron (Lucy McLean): a vicious, venomous demon of a woman who revels in bossing the girls around. Even the staff bow to her authority. (”I will throw you to Matron” threatens the Governor (Michael Stamp) when Mrs. Woods gives him cheek: a threat to make even the reviewer quake.) The Governor himself appears in fewer clips than his officers, remaining a sinister behind-the-scenes menace, but he is responsible for the day-to-day running of the establishment and communicating with site members. Our favourite officers are Mr. Kennedy and Mr. Lewis; we hope to see more of both evil bastards gentlemen.
Attention to Detail - “Bars and Stripes” is clearly a labour of love; the quality of spanking material is enhanced with great costumes and sets. Attentive viewers will notice a carefully labelled filing cabinet in the intake office, which blew the reviewer away. More visible details are just as impressive: specially produced prisoners’ outfits (short red shifts worn with white socks and black shoes); guards’ uniforms (which make for rather dashing guards); the impressive metal bunk bed in the cell set; laminated staff ID cards - all these are the things the producers *could have* got away without acquiring, but their presence makes the final product this much better. A mood-enhancing, gloomy theme tune complements all the action, and has been known to haunt the reviewer after the credits had rolled.
There are several nice touches in the members’ section, such as the Governor’s weekly letter to the site members, a “suggestion box” for you to drop your ideas in, an address for you to write to the inmates, Matron or the Gov. The material can be sorted by type (such as “intake”, “solitary”, “life before prison” etc), or by the girl. If we were to express any wishes, it would be that the guards get their own pages as well, for the benefit of female fans; as it is, Matron is the only member of staff whose videos are accessible from one page. (There is probably a good reason for that; undoubtedly, Matron is the most popular of them all.)
The site is not without a flaw, namely, that some of the materials are posted out of sequence: for example, stills can be posted before the video they belong to, or some of the character’s photos or videos come up before her intake footage does. We are prepared to be forgiving of this while the site is finding its feet and working out what form of presentation works best.
All in all, we are in love with “Bars and Stripes”, particularly because it so clearly works both for men and women. The punishments are firm, but not excessively severe, and there is a nice variety of action and situations. Our favourite videos are “Jailbirds”, “Coup de Grass”, the Dublin storyline - plus anything with Matron in it.
(And yes, the reviewer is hoping to end up in that prison in the near future.)
That girl, she’s tainted
Stress and self-doubt are the order of the day, munchkins, and a lot of it has to do with the Wednesday party.
A little history: in the end of January I did a two-day shoot, and somewhere in the middle of the second day a tiny blister raised on my butt with a leather paddle started bleeding. No big deal, I thought. I’d had worse grazes in my first hungry days in the scene. We covered the spot with plaster; I finished the day being hit elsewhere. I couldn’t even feel it.
That was almost two months ago, I remind you, and the mark is still not gone. I haven’t done any work since then, and I’ve played only lightly, but the mark where the skin had been broken is still very much there: a tiny patch of tender skin. It’s visible only if you squint, but it’s there.
I’ve been told of weak spots, which are a professional hazzard for spanking models and pro-subs: the bits of skin that (they say) never heal, that (they say) start bleeding no matter how lightly you get spanked, that (they say) will be with you forever, and ever, and ever. I’m not sure how or why they appear, and what you can do about them, but that’s as much theory as I know.
So, I’m sitting here and worrying. Is my mark one of those scary weak spots? Am I going to start bleeding from the lightest smack on Wednesday, putting everybody off? Or worse still, am I going to have to stick a plaster on it from the start, and ask people to smack around it, like a greedy spanking ‘ho who doesn’t know when to stop working, because all she can think of is getting paid?
The unfairness of it stoppers my breath: I know women who shoot every week, with private appointments in between, and seem to have virginal backsides. Me - you could count the days of work I’ve ever done on the fingers of one hand. It just seems to be way too early in my career to have got a professional injury.
This could be nothing. This could be just a regular mark that takes a while to heal, not some sort of mythical Weak Spot of Doom.
But I just want it to fucking GO AWAY, please, preferably before people stop giving me work.
A party is coming! I’m scared!
I’m doing a party for Northern Spanking Institute on Wednesday. It’s a schoolgirl special, in which Amy Hunter, Niki Flynn and yours truly will be wearing our favourite uniforms: a different one in each half. I haven’t met Amy, though I’ve seen her spanked quite a lot; Niki and I work together really well, as proved by our recent NSI shoot.
All the same, I’m a bag of jitters.
I’m trying to calm myself by fantacising that I’m being made to do it. Perhaps, it’s a court order, or maybe I’ve been auctioned to pay off debts. It’s out of my hands, I just have to show up and take what’s coming to me. The fantasy is powerful; it helps me incorporate my natural nervousness about meeting new people into the party mindset. Thus, instead of distracting me from having a good time, the fear heightens my spanking hunger.
The important thing is not to get carried away to the point of looking like I don’t want to be there. The parties are supposed to be a light-hearted affair, not a well of psychodrama; you can’t very well play head games when you barely know your counterparts.
I don’t need partners to role-play, though. I’ve perfected the act of role-playing with myself.
