Spanking Holiday Snaps

Some pictures from my adventures on holiday recently. They are much more demure than I’d have liked, but every time I made to drop my jeans, other tourists showed up. Damn.

Going ’round a dockyard, I was summoned to see the ship’s Captain on the bridge:

He didn’t seem to believe me that whatever he’d heard I’d done wrong, wasn’t my fault. I was ordered to kneel on his hair and hold on to its back.

Luckily, he hadn’t thought to borrow a birch from the local police museum. Fancy them keeping a fully operational birch there. “In case of emergency break glass”, perhaps?

Shooting and Waiting

(This is part of the series of articles about shooting “Red Reformatory 2: Old Friends” with Lupus Pictures. Previous posts can be found here: 1 2 3 4 5 6)

While talking about intense experiences, and self-discovery, and all those things you expect from a heavy shoot, it’s easy to lose sight of the fact that a spanking shoot consists mostly of waiting around. The bigger the shoot, the longer the actors spend doing nothing but waiting.

The car was picking up the four of us – Niki and HH, Mr Haze and me – at 7.30 am. I was awake before 5, buzzing with nerves, staring in the mirror, running through my lines. I hadn’t even begun to get worried about the caning which wouldn’t happen until late afternoon; before that there were new people to meet, costumes to try on, proper acting to do. Every time I repeated my lines in front of the mirror, I became ever more painfully aware I wasn’t an actress. Getting caned was the one thing I had particular expertise in, and it felt like that would be the easiest part.

First we waited for our ride to the studio. (“What if they picked up the wrong girls, can you imagine?” asked Mr Haze gleefully. He whipped out his Blackberry and typed in a note about this. He would spend the rest of the weekend taking notes for me on whatever either of us thought blog-worthy.)

Then, there was a brief burst of activity -  costumes to try on, a short stretch in the make-up chair, where I had my hair plaited and tied with ribbons – and then, more waiting around for my first scene.

All around me people were busy, in places even quite frantic. They were dragging around heavy lights, hammering together bits of scenery, peering at the shot through two or three different monitors. In the meantime we, the actors, sat in the corridor, giving each other little uncertain smiles, and waited.

Even while shooting my scenes, I had plenty of waiting to do – this time, in full costume, under skin-melting lights. Waiting patiently for the director to talk to each of the actors and the crew. Waiting between takes, while things that needed fixing, were fixed. Waiting for people to get their lines right (and I’m not claiming I got mine right every time, either!) while struggling to hang on to the despair my character had feel when the cameras rolled. Waiting for the sound guys to conceal the portable microphones, while thinking about the saddest movie endings in the world, to keep the tears in my eyes.

I found the waiting relatively easy most of the time. I’m patient, and I can entertain myself even when I can’t chatter to people because everybody is busy and working.

But then there came a different stretch of waiting.

When my arms and thighs were buckled to the legs of the whipping bench, I felt a wide belt tighten around the small of my back. Tied more securely and finally than ever before, I heard Pavel Stastny swish a cane through the air and step back.

I waited for the strokes to fall.

I wanted it; I didn’t want it; I willed him to hurry up; I wished he had several paragraphs of lines; I was scared; I was elated.

I waited.

Less than a minute in all, this was the hardest stretch of waiting for me to endure.

My Lupus Movie is Out

The Lupus “Red Reformatory 2: Old Friends” is now officially out, and is being sold via the Rigid East site.

I’m much more affected by the premiere than I’d expected. I’ve had movies out before, and it was nice, but not particularly earth-shattering. However, before I could always tell how the film would look in the end. This time – the finished movie was going to be a complete surprise.

And I watched it, and it’s good, and the canings don’t look as hard as they were – like, what are you girls screaming for, honestly – and it’s OK. And I’ll watch it again, and I’ll talk about it some more, and I’ll answer more questions, and then I’ll start planning my next one.

Because you know what? When the dust settled in my heart and mind… I loved doing it.

I probably enjoyed doing it more than you will enjoy watching it, but that’s what being a spanking model does for you.

Excuse me, I will go away and squeal now. More coherent writing tomorrow.

‘Coffee, Cake and Kink’ keeps their tenancy

Good news from “Coffee, Cake and Kink”, the best London coffee-shop ever. Remember at the start of the year they were heading to the courst, fighting to keep their kinky foothold in Covent Garden?

Well, they won. There are more details in their newsletter, but the fact is that our kink-friendly meeting place (and eating place… and erotica-buying place) is staying put.

I can’t tell you how many blog entries I’ve written at their tables, sipping their coffee. I’m happy it’s staying.

Happy Spanked Girl

Not sure what movie this is from (though the language sounds like Czech to me).

Just look at the expression on her face while she’s being spanked. Do you think she’s supposed to enjoy her punishment as much as this?