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Spanking porn: what do you want to watch?

Is your experience of spanking porn unsatisfying in some way? Do you have a favourite fantasy that you don’t seem to find in spanking films? Do you find yourself sighing at your computer screen, thinking, “But why don’t they make films about this wonderful idea of mine – it would make a great spanking movie, if only anybody made it.

It may surprise you, but spanking producers actually care about what you want. If they can make the porn you want, then you can buy it. They make money, you have your fantasy material in your hands, everybody wins.

To help you get your hands on the spanking porn of your dreams, Zille Defeu is running a survey, asking a simple question: “What do YOU want from spanking porn?” She says:

So this is a post where I am asking those of you who consume porn to delurk, and say what turns you on. If I get enough information, in a few months I’ll organize it all and turn it into a report, of sorts, which I’ll make available to the other spanking models, and producers. …

Most of you will have no trouble coming up with requests. But for those who need a bit of help, here’s some questions of my own:

• Who do you like to see get spanked?
• Who do you like to see do the spanking?
• What intensity level(s) do you look for?
• What scenarios do you never get tired of, or just want to see more of?
• Does the setting/background matter to you? Do you care about authenticity?
• What is the single most important thing to you to have in spanking porn

Go over onto her blog and tell her!

I’ll be following the discussion with great interest.

P.S. Personally, I think that if you never pay for your spanking porn, but only ever browse the free stuff or download pirated movies, you don’t get to complain that your fantasies are not being fulfilled. Just so you know.

Kink, virginity and big-tittied whores

There once was a girl who had a hot fantasy about being ceremonially deflowered in front of an audience. Luckily, this girl – Nicki Blue – knew exactly who to approach to make this happen for her: she talked to the producers of Kink.com family of websites. (She had already modelled for them.) They have arranged to web-cast the ceremony live on The Upper Floor. The show is scheduled for 15 January, 7pm*.

A press release followed. It included lines like:

Kink.com will stream the deflowering of young virgin Nikki** Blue in a ritualistic ceremony live on the Internet on Jan. 15 at 7 p.m.

The ceremony will be held on The Upper Floor of Kink.com’s headquarters, the San Francisco Armory. Prior to the event, a trained expert will insert Kink.com’s official hymen-cam to validate that Blue’s hymen is still in place and that she is a true virgin. Once her hymen is confirmed, the evening will proceed, the company said.

And:

Kink.com founder Peter Acworth adds, “…“We strive each and every day to bring the best possible content to our customers and sacrificing Nikki’s innocence is in perfect alignment with what our fans expect and deserve.”

Now, take a minute to examine your reaction to the text above. Does it seem to you like it, well, smells a bit? I mean, “true virgin”? What is this, a recipe for a philosopher’s stone?

Internet being wonderful, there’s been some seriously sharp analysis of why this marketing around the live show is, essentially, toxic. The best article I’ve seen comes from Miss Maggie Mayhem, who, in a few paragraphs, explains why hymens have nothing to do with virginity, why equating not having vaginal sex with virginity is delusional, and why the wording of the press release doesn’t align with the self-proclaimed sex-positive image of the Kink.com enterprise. I highly recommend having a read.

Violet Blue has linked to it; the high profile of her blog soon drew many interesting comments – including one from Peter Acworth, the CEO of Kink Inc. He said: “We did admittedly make a mess of the marketing surrounding this event, and we are now working to change it.” Change it they did; Kink’s official blog now announces simply:

Kink.com, the largest producer of authentic kinky adult entertainment, has announced that it was chosen by 21-year-old virgin Nikki Blue as her venue of choice for her first-ever vaginal penetration in a live ceremony on the Internet.

They listened. Good for them. They’re still a bit too focused on the hymen thing, but whatever, listening to reason is a good sign.

However, one piece of commentary that particularly struck a chord with me came from Bacchus of Eros Blog:

“The Kink people have always been much better pornographers than they have been marketers. Ham-fisted off-key marketing from them we have seen before.”

No fucking kidding, boys and girls. The thing that struck me first of all when the entire piece of internet drama came to my attention, was that anyone was surprised that the wording of Kink’s marketing campaign is a great deal less than feminist and sex-positive.

Frankly, compared to some of their other stuff, it could have been utterings of angels.

Let’s consider the writing inside Kink’s affiliate programme.

In case you’re not an adult webmaster: an affiliate programme allows you to earn money by promoting a website, and a big programme – as Kinky Dollars happens to be – will usually have a library of tools that helps automate the affiliates’ job. In this instance, I’m looking at the lists of free galleries of photos and videos that one can link to; these come with off-the-shelf descriptions of the content of each gallery. For example, a spanking gallery might come with the description, “a petulant young lady having her bottom spanked over her jeans.” A lazy pornographer can grab these for her site. It’s marketing, you see?

Let’s cast an eye over what sort of descriptions we can find inside Kinky Dollars.

- “Sexy MILF is bound , stripped, and made to carry a mattress through the city so everyone can see what a huge whore she is!” (They’re sure she has children? No? Oh, she’s supposed to, because she isn’t a teenager any more? And don’t get me started on huge whores, or even medium-sized ones.)

- “Tea Blondie gets fucked on the street by BIG BLACK COCK!!!” (OMG, disembodied enthnically-specific cock!)

- “34DD hottie locked in iron shackles and breast whipped” (So glad they took the time to stop for a bra fitting.)

- “Tight hard body fucked upside down made to cum over and over.” (Hel-lo, necrophilia.)

- “Q. Who doesn’t like Double EE breasts? Who doesn’t like a big titted whore, with her boobs bound and pulled to her tip toes by them? A. No one..” (Oh, copywriter, you slay me.)

Having had a read of this, are we still surprised that the wording of the live show’s press-release was a little on the sexist side?

In fairness to them, Kink aren’t as bad as many, many other porn producers. In their descriptions, women are often described as hot, gorgeous, strong or cute – not, I assure you, an industry standard. And yet, there are enough instances of OMG MASSIVE WHORE MILF for you to either rage, cringe, or roll your eyes, depending on your level of cynicism.

Lovers of sex-positive, fair-trade porn still have a long, long wait.

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* California time, I presume, but don’t quote me on that.

** The correct spelling of Ms Blue’s name has proved difficult to determine.

Posing for the cameraman

Here’s an interesting thing about the shoot yesterday: it was the first shoot where I was romantically involved with the person behind the camera.

Now, I’ve done shoots and parties with girls I was dating at the time, so I’ve experienced working with a lover. I’m perfectly capable of putting both randiness and emotions on the back burner while we both concentrate on what we’re supposed to be doing. After the shoot, the build up of tension can make for an explosive reunion in the bedroom, so acting with lovers has been wholly positive for me. (Apart from the occasions when we were too tired to speak. Which was, come to think of it, quite a few times.)

It’s subtly, but deliciously different when your boyfriend is not a fellow model, but the cameraman.

Here’s the thing: I always have to focus on what the camera is seeing. Am I in shot? Is my hair covering up my face? Is my back in a becoming arch? Am I speaking clearly? Am I managing, along with all this, to not actually look into the camera in a fourth-wall breaking manner? Forgetting about the camera is rarely an option.

Knowing that the person holding the camera is somebody I would ideally like to find me beautiful and desirable makes posing for the camera easy and, frankly, quite arousing. My audience is right here, peering in the view-finder. My audience is, hopefully, enjoying the show. It’s like being painted, but with added technology.

I liked that.

Jimmy confessed to me that it was quite hot for him as well, particularly when he was crouching by the wall to get my facial expressions as the belt came down.

I hope we’ll get to do it again.

A shoot out of the blue

Where preparations for shoots are concerned, I’m normally a slightly obsessive perfectionist. Possibly too much of one, considering that few people are likely to notice if my fingernails are not the right length for the character, or if I wear the same hair clip in two different films. Be that as it may, I usually spend at least a few hours on the day before the shoot making sure my kit and my person are both ready.

This time, I was staying with my boyfriend Jimmy when Pandora Blake asked me if I would join her for a spontaneous mini-shoot for her upcoming site. I enjoy working with Pandora, firstly because our vision of what spanking films should be like is very compatible, and secondly, because there’s really good chemistry on set. I said yes without hesitation.

The obsessive side of me was aghast. I was travelling only with my everyday clothes, a reduced make-up bag, dull hair grips and no nail polish at all. Surely I would be struck down by lightning if I turned up to a shoot in knickers I was actually going to wear on the day? This was exactly like your mother’s advice to wear nice underwear in case you’re in an accident, except with added porn.

My rational side soon won over, and I was able to enjoy the spontaneity of the shoot as much as the rest of the experience.

It was pretty intimate. Pandora was directing, Tom Cameron was topping her and me, Jimmy was behind the camera. We made a video about a discipline arrangement between two student girls and a helpful dom.

Everything was positive, consensual and quite light-hearted, and yet squirmy and hot. I got quite into character, and felt a genuine stab of embarrassment when I had to admit to failing to get to my 9 o’clock lectures three times in one week. Tom used his belt, which is an implement of much hotness, particularly when whisked manfully from the loops.

The spontaneity, and the fact we needed to give the venue back very quickly, really added to the feeling that we were doing something almost transgressive and therefore fun.

I’m now pleasantly sore, and in need of many cuddles, which Jimmy is generously providing, despite being fairly tired himself.

Bring on more spontaneous shoots!