The Elusive Spanking Art

Yesterday, in the comments to this post, I suggested that D. Brian Nelson of Hotel Room Nudes should have a subsidiary blog to deal with spanking erotica. To my astonishment, he listened.

He created “Hotel Room Spankings” just for one day. It had one post: a picture of two girls at spanking play, and an explanation of why creating spanking art was such hard work. With his permission, I’m reposting it here:

That picture is the only real spanking picture I have, though I’d love to do more. I am primarily a photographer and only secondarily (or even farther down the list) a spankophile.

Photographically, the problems are to show motion, and to show faces. Faces are necessary for a photograph to be sexual. An identity – a person – must be there, not only a body. Putting butts and faces in the same photograph in a way that’s not too strained is difficult and making each photograph different would be almost impossible, so I haven’t pursued it. That said, I have made some D/s pictures that implied varying amounts of control and humiliation, though having been there I know that seldom are those things real.

Whipped on the Back

Never. Again. I don’t get even a remotest thrill out of having my back whipped (or, as in this case, birched). Nor do I think that a reddenned back looks particularly nice. But I had to try it, just in case I liked it.

P.S. Soft velvet or horsehair floggers don’t count: I’ll submit my shoulders to those any time, particularly if the handle happens to be in a girl’s hand. As soon as it starts to hurt, though, I’m out.

I Dream a Spanking Shoot

In my dream last night I shared a shoot with a girl who was completely new to modelling and spanking, and terrified beyond words. The handsome, harsh photographer got as far as making her bend over the male model’s lap, but the new girl put back her hands, clutched the hem of her skirt, and wouldn’t let the skirt be raised and her bottom be smacked – not even for the slap-and-pat game that is a stills shoot.

I woke up too early to find out where this was going, though the photographer seemed to think it was my fault the other girl wasn’t fit to shoot, and was threatening me with a caning if I didn’t sort her out.

Threatening me with no caning might have been a better strategy, but I didn’t stay asleep for long enough to tell him that.

When You See a Model at a Spanking Party

These last few days were the weekend of the bi-annual Shadow Lane spanking party in Las Vegas. It’s an excellent play event (or so I hear – I haven’t been yet); the industry folks go to sell their products and network, and yes, they go to play, too.

If you see a spanking model at Shadow Lane, it’s a fairly safe bet that’s she’s a spanko: with a healthy entrance fee, this is not the sort of party a girl would go to if she wasn’t keen to hang out with fellow kinky people.

However, as a few of my spies have reported, not all the people at the party have a basic understanding of what you *do* when you spot a girl who starred in some of your favourite spanking videos.

So, here’s a question. When you see a spanking model at a play event you:

a) swoon;

b) approach her and tell her how much you like her work;

c) approach her and touch her (after all, personal space is overrated);

b) tell her she deserves a spanking – from you; if she says no, follow her around, asking again as soon as she stops at a stall or to chat with friends.

Hmm, which to choose, what to do…

Over the pillows, waiting.

This picture is from a blog that’s a guilty pleasure of mine, called Hotel Room Nudes.

I suspect that the photographer had a different, altogether more vanilla purpose in mind while making her bend over the pillows, but even so, when I saw this I automatically thought: “Aha, the spanker must be left-handed.”It would be a shame, after all, to waste such a perfectly positioned bottom.