Prison Catfights and Consequences

Another episode of my prison adventures has started on Bars-and-Stripes. In “Broken Silence” I get into a three-way catfight, endure what I believe to be my hardest caning on film so far, while the storyline of Niki Flynn and her teddy-bear reach new, disturbing heights. Or lows, depends whose side you’re on.

So, what’s happening in this segment?

Mrs Woods, my cell-mate Flynn and I – or rather, my character, the slightly freaky horror writer Ms Haze – get the task of cleaning one of the screws’ office with toothbrushes. Being the Top Dog, Woods wants to know everything about the new arrivals. Flynn is still not saying a word, and simply glares, but I have no problem talking about my conviction, even though I’m still not keen to say whether I had in fact committed the murder I’d been locked up for.

Only, remember what happened between Flynn and me in our previous episode? Well, it appears that the weird girl now considers me her property, so she lashes out at Woods in a jealous rage. Woods is happy to beat the hell out of anybody who challenges her authority, so they start fighting.

I feel oddly responsible for my creepy girlfriend, so I try to protect her from the Top Dog’s rage, but the fight escalates out of control until at last it’s broken up by two guards and the Matron. Woods gets hauled to solitary right away (Leia needed to get behind the second camera, because Paul was now in shot). Officer Kennedy and Matron remain to deal with Flynn and me.

The fight was awesome to shoot, but as we were not pulling any punches – and _were_ pulling much hair – we all sort of collapsed in a heap as soon as the guards appeared on the scene, and couldn’t move or speak for a good three minutes. Dear Lord, it was exhausting. But the great, intense scene that followed was well worth the suffering.

Part 2 is coming up some time soon, so keep an eye on my brag-fest.

Work Names for Working Girls

I might be one of the last people to have never read “Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl” by Tracy Quan, but a friend has just lent it to me, and I’m catching up. (If I’m wrong, and I’m not, in fact, the last person to have never read it, I must inform you that it’s fiction, it’s written by an actual American call girl, and it’s got a sequel: “Diary of a Married Call Girl”. The advantage of made-up sex diaries, of course, is that they have a plot, and I’m enjoying it so far.)

The following dilemma made me whoop with recognition:

“Jasmine regards the multiple naming of the working self with impatience: “Who can keep up with all your names?” Jasmine doesn’t use a work name, she just calls herself Jasmine at all times. “Suppose some guy runs into you at a gallery opening, calls you Boopsie or Cupcake or whatever, and screws everything up for you? Hide it in plain sight,” she insists. “Besides, they think it’s tacky when a girl has too many names.” …

As a child I used to harangue my mother: “Why was I called Nancy?” Why can’t I be a Suzy or a Barbara? Why wasn’t I named Felicity?” Not having the faintest idea what she was foretelling, Mother replied, in that prim tone (which remains her parental hallmark), “When you grow up, you will have the freedom to choose any name you wish. Until then you will be called Nancy.”

And about her boyfriend:

“So what would Matt think if he knew how I’ve realised my earliest ambitions? He’d be… appalled. I’m sure he has no idea how much fun it is to rename yourself at will.”

A girl can’t have too many names; it’s impossible. A pleasure of a shiny new name can’t be compared to anything: signing it for the first time, learning to turn when people call you, seeing it in print when they are talking about you. It’s fantastic. Friends do occasionally complain that they can’t keep my names straight, but that’s simply because they are not yet very enlightened.

Now, of course, it’s impractical for a model to change names too many times (we’ve discussed it here and here), but that’s what role-play is for. In my private existence, I like to change my name whenever a mood strikes me.

Not to Boopsie or Cupcake, though.

More on the Fountain Pen

To complement our previous discussion on pens and ink as instruments of discipline, “The Times” printed the following on the 15 November:

In the days when fountain pens were widespread, was there ever a pupil whose school blazer did not have a giant inky map all over the lining or a blue puddle in the top pocket?
The fountain pen was also a favourite weapon of the naughty schoolboy. The nib could be used to jab other pupils and some models, especially those which filled from bottles by pistons or levers, were ideal for squirting ink. The more primitive dip-in types also made crude darts. But the favourite of every schoolboy was the ink pellet – the blotting-paper-and-ink device detested by every teacher.

Thank you, Times, for great ideas for misdeeds for my future videos.

Sugasm 55

It’s my week, munchkins – look at the editors’ choice this week. Yep, it’s me! (In fact, it’s Razor’s interview: I told you the guy was golden.)

This week’s best of the sex blogs from the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasmer participants.

This Week’s Picks
To Tell or Not to Tell… (http://lipstickexplosion.com)
“Jane Falling claims it’s best not to tell, and she writes, ‘my identity as a prostitute is too serious a secret to trust with near-strangers.’”

Anti-Anti-Pornography, Part II (http://www.teen-porn-site.com/blog)
“One question I would like to ask them is – were there any rape or child abuse cases *before* the invention of pornography?”

To Shave or Not to Shave (http://www.model-chat.com)
“I stayed full bush for about my first two weeks as a live adult host.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Silence is better than bullshit (unless you’re a Gold-level member) (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice
Pillow Talk: Interview with Razor Ryan (http://adelehaze.com)

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Sugar Rush and the Award-Winning Spanking

The UK drama “Sugar Rush” has won an International Emmy Award. In case you don’t know, it’s a cheeky series about a teen lesbian discovering what turns her on.

Are you wondering why this is relevant on a spanking blog?

Here’s why:

The most amusing thing is the category it won the Emmy in. *drum roll*

“Children and Young People”.

Go, “Sugar Rush”!

P.S. Now that I know how to jam videos into the WordPress template, watch out. World domination is not far off.