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A Military Flogging Video. Almost.

So, I’m quietly procrastinating here, watching the TV series “Rome”, which I’ve recorded ages ago and never got around to watching, and what do I see five minutes into the first episode?

A full-blown millitary flogging of a Roman soldier in front of his whole century. He’s tied to a frame, and a huge guy is flogging him on his back, while a different guy lectures all the other men about what happens to soldiers who get drunk.

The whip is doing some serious damage on the guy’s back, but he does no more than grunt (of course). When they finally untie him, he says to the executioner: “Is that it? I was just beginning to enjoy myself.”

Yes, quite.

I’ve got the whole first series recorded. Surely they’ll whip a slavegirl or two before the thing ends? A threat and an off-screen whipping will be enough for me.

It absolutely blows my mind that it’s OK to show a flogging where the victim’s back is covered with (fake) blood, but that the censors get prickly about raised welts on girls’ bottoms. Obviously, the difference lies in fake vs. real damage, but it’s still unfair.

Misc Perversions 24 May, 2006 11:45 pm 2 comments

Online Courting

Somebody IM’d Natty out of the blue and informed her that she needed a spanking. I love what she has to say at that:

I have to be able to consider you some sort of equal before you can comfortably utter those words to me. And if the first words out of your mouth are those words, then you have clearly demonstrated that you’re not.

I’m not sure I resent these words as much as Natty does, mainly because I’ve been messaged with things so odd and brazen that being told I need a spanking quite out of the blue seems kinda mild afterwards. That said, I would certainly shrug and move on if somebody’s first line to me assumed this sort of tone.

There is an argument that if a woman is writing about anything to do with sex and sexuality, she shouldn’t get all huffy when people come on to her in a laddish manner. In my opinion, this happens to be a load of bollocks. Telling a woman what she *should* feel results in nothing. And telling her “you shouldn’t act offended when you’ve invited the crude remarks” isn’t going to make her attracted to you.

So, there are girls who like forward flirting. However, if a girl you’re trying to flirt with isn’t one of them, you’ll certainly get ignored, and will maybe get an earful, and telling her that *some* girls are OK with it, isn’t going to help.

If you aren’t going to be polite because your mama raised you that way, at least be polite because it will get you the girl more surely.

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.

Scenology, Shooting Films 22 May, 2006 10:35 pm 7 comments

Poetic fanmail

Niki Flynn has kindly shared with me this message, sent to her by a fan. At least, we think he’s a fan. He might have meant it in a disapproving way, and we have only these words to go by.