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Making of “Lessons in Latin”
Now that my study break is over, I’m going to talk a little (or a lot) about the making of the Northern Spanking film I’ve been plugging here last week via a temporary stills exhibition.
“Lessons in Latin” was a special little film in a few ways.
1. Preparations. I’m happy to say, we totally geeked out on those. Niki wanted to be a bullying prefect who makes her fag do all the Latin homework. I rather liked the idea of making the viewers sit through a Latin poetry recital, and getting Niki into trouble for screwing it up. So, looking for obscene verses, I went through a lot of Ovid, plus some Carmina Burana - bits of which I remember from school as being pretty rude - and finally through Petronius Arbiter - but they were all so clever that they were studied at school in the first place, even despite being rude. Niki wanted to be in trouble for some nasty, but simple stuff. Finally, I found a Martial’s epigram, which, with the expletives edited back in, was perfect for enraging the Latin master.
It went like this:
Rumor says, girl, that you are a virgin;
that nothing is purer than your pussy.
But, you don’t bathe covering what you ought to:
if you have any decency, put your knickers on your face.
I wrote it out in my best hand, so that Niki could read it, and she practiced reciting it for a good half an hour the night before the shoot.
I thought, the scene where she had to read the whole thing out to Mr. Lewis was electric. I wasn’t there when they shot it, alas: I was elsewhere in the house, shooting stills. But it’s a cracking scene; she cried real tears, poor thing, though they hardly show on video.
It has turned out in a discussion on the site that one of the guys there used to teach Latin. I can’t tell you how thrilling it was that there was somebody who could appreciate our pre-shoot homework.
2. Complications. It didn’t need to be like this, but during the shoot we suffered extraordinary bad luck. Niki was whacking me on the bare with a leather paddle, quite hard, but not as hard as I’ve been hit before, and we were almost finished, when suddenly she yelled - “Cut! I drew blood!” Lucy the Director raced up with desinfectants, while I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. I couldn’t feel any particular pain where the cut was - and anyway, who draws blood with a piece of leather? It was the tiniest graze. Still, Lucy, the sensible person that she is, declared that my butt could do with taking the rest of the day off. There was a vid to finish, and another one to shoot - and don’t forget the stills! - but I was getting taken out of circulation.
I admit, I cried like a spurned lover. It was really embarrassing, and I wish I’d kept my cool, but a spanking shoot is like surfing on pure emotions, and it’s hard to switch them off when the cameras stop and it’s time to take serious decisions. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be left out of the rest of the day’s fun: I was invested in those scenarios, and it would hurt like hell to see them sail along without me. Selfish, but true.
Thankfully, it was time to break for lunch, anyway, so the crew sensitively left me and Niki to comfort each other, and eventually I pulled myself together enough to convince Lucy that a teeny little graze wasn’t a good enough reason to stop. After all, they could always cane my thighs.
Obviously, none of this remains in the film, and that’s why having a spank-and-tell fest on the blog is giving me so much pleasure.
I’d given some thought to whether to post this part at all. Obviously, it’s not a production secret or anything: stuff happens, stuff gets gossiped about, stuff gets forgotten with all the rest. This occassion wasn’t even close to any real drama for anybody but me (and maybe Niki). Still, it helps illustrate how one little spanking vid can be so personal for a model, while being objectively no more intense than anything that’s out in the same week.
3. Sacrifices. After the enormously long hand-spanking she gave me, both of Niki’s palms were black-and-blue, as though dipped in ink. I’ve never seen anything like it, even after a heavy hand-tawsing session.
Also, the out-takes are hilarious, but they won’t be up on NSI until their new design goes live, so I’ll say no more about them.
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Thanks for sharing this process with us. I admit that I don’t usually watch movies, because that’s not how my brain works.
But the back-story you’re giving is making me rather interested in seeing the video. Plus which, if you’ve put all that hard studying in to prepping for this, I really should be supporting that!
I’ve enjoyed seeing the development of this, so thanks very much!
Loved everything about this. Once upon a time I did this sort of scene (er, not on film) with the lovely MollyB. Being the abusive prefect is such a hot wheels within wheels sort of fantasy for me. :) One of the few ways I can get into a topping kind of head space.
Dyke Grrl, at the risk of sounding non-business-like, I have to say that if you don’t normally like spanking movies, this one isn’t going to change your mind. I think it’s good, but a ground-breaking piece of erotic cinema it ain’t. :)
Mija, that’s interesting: you’re the second woman I know to say that you’ll top more easily if you can be overstepping your power. I wonder what it is with occassional switches and abusiveness?
I like abusive prefects, of course. If a girl needs to go there to spank me - by all means, she’s welcome to be a bitch if she wants to :)
“I wonder what it is with occassional switches and abusiveness?”
I think it’s a way of topping for those of us who can’t take ourselves seriously as authority figures. I just don’t know how to counter bratty comebacks! I can play a fetishy Mistress without much trouble because that kind of scene isn’t about down-to-earth authority. It’s pure fantasy. I don’t feel the pressure to earn respect in a scene like that because it’s already inherent in the power dynamic. But playing a teacher or a boss or any other genuine *authority figure* is beyond my abilities. So a prefect who doesn’t really HAVE the authority and doesn’t need to prove herself is a lot more comfortable.
(My other favorite prefect role is the *reluctant* one. The good girl who’s more concerned with being liked by the other girls than being any kind of authority. She lets the girls off if she thinks she can get away with it and when the headmaster finds out he canes her and then forces her to do her duty. Best of both worlds!)
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No need now for what I would have posted last night—Niki has made that unnecessary.
Niki - I think I get it now. Perhaps, it’s the testament to what a hopeless switch I am, but for me even the over-reaching prefect would have too much authority to be comfortable with. A Bitchy Domme role is fun, though: “You do what I say because I said so.”
Fess - Sorry my server ate your comment; I shall make it writer lines. :)