What shall I do for my 5th bloggerversary?

I’m sure that somebody will be able to correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure I had one of the first handful of spanking model blogs out there. If not the first. So this blog’s fifth birthday is kind of a big deal.

How do I celebrate? What do I do?

For the fifth birthday of The Spanking Writers, which is coming next month, Abel and I are throwing a big party in our house. But what about this blog, my original creation, my lovely, filthy brainchild? I’d like to celebrate with spankings, and to have something to post about later. Gah, I just don’t know.

If you make a suggestion I actually use, I’ll give you a lovely present, also to be determined later. Probably some really good pr0n.

And here’s a picture from 5 years ago, from “The Young Offender” by Northern Spanking:

Dominance in fantasy and reality

Some days all I need is to sink my nails deep in Jimmy’s flesh, and hear him whimper, and not let go. And some days all I want is a back rub and some vanilla caresses. I’ve been sick through the most part of the last two months (better now, thank you), and it’s been quite a revelation to me how my dominant side behaved when fever and pain were at the forefront.

I’ve long known that, when I’m sick, I don’t particularly feel like bottoming, but this bout of flu and related unpleasantness was my first since I made friends with my dominant side. It’s been interesting to find how my psyche reacted.

I still wanted to give orders. I most of all desired to be pampered, taken care of, and spoiled to a ridiculous degree. All perfectly domly desires, and for the few days I spent with Jimmy, I’m sure we could have got into a routine where he catered to my every whim, his only reward a benevolent smile and a pat on the rump.

Instead, my guilt switched on. I still ended up mostly cared for, but I couldn’t make it kinky, because I was feeling so damn terrible about it. Instead of being pleasurable, it was excruciating.

I also wanted to give pain, but I couldn’t trust myself to provide the necessary aftercare. Which would have been irresponsible and inconsiderate. So I reined in my sadism, and basically turned into a very small, very pathetic feline who was harbouring evil thoughts, but not really acting on any of them.

It’s been an interesting two months.

Now I’m sufficiently recovered that I’ve gone back to being satisfyingly evil to Jimmy, but that’s another story entirely.

Back-whipping in the town square

This is a scene from the Mexican TV series “Alborada”. It’s quite intense and borderline disturbing – or maybe I’m in a sensitive mood tonight. Don’t say I haven’t warned you, though.

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!

A Bollywood diva with a whip

The rage of a whipped man is like the crashing waves… or something. The passions in this clip are overflowing, the moustaches are truly epic, and the hero’s facial expressions deserve to be commemorated in song.

The whipping only lasts for a minute and a half, so don’t get too excited by the length of the clip.

It’s from the film “Khaidi No 786″, in case it sparks your appetite for vintage Bollywood.