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Yes, that’s me in the silver wig! It’s from “The Curse of MacBeth.”

A few months ago, Madison Young put out a tweet asking for “witches” for a porn production of Macbeth. Well, that seemed like it could only be an interesting project, so I put my name forward. To my delight, I found that Miss Maggie Mayhem, Rain De Grey, and Lilla Katt, so I got to make out with my hot model friends as my part of the film! (No, don’t point out that there were three witches in the play! Porn doesn’t have to be accurate!)

Anyway, it’s the first porn I’ve been in for a while, and even though I’m far from starring in it, if you like following my work, here’s something new for you!

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Okay, okay — I have acceded to your demands (and even threats – for shame, Fyre!) and gotten the next part of the adventures up for your delectation….

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But as the whacks resound from the bottom of the imp in the other room, it reminds me of the whacks my bottom received from HH. Once over his lap, his hand started raining down hard – HARD – on my bottom. I was gasping and squirming in no time.

And then … he informed me my knickers would have to come down. And darned if I don’t feel embarrassed and anxious, as if I hadn’t been making porn for years and you can’t google for pictures of my pink bits on the web! Anyway, my unexpectedly delicate sensibilities were not of concern to either my Master or HH, so down my knickers came, me blushing madly (although OTK, with your head down, it’s hard to tell if you’re embarrassed or it’s just all the blood rushing to your head!)

The spanking then proceeded, and kept up for a while. It was one of those periods in time when you need it to be over because the pain is pushing you right to the edge, but at the same time you never want it to end. I continued gasping and squirming.

But it was nothing like the squirming I’d be doing once HH started to apply his infamous hairbrush to my bottom. Yikes, that stung! I think at that point he had to grab my arm, because there was no holding still while those smacks rained down on me!

Then, HH picked me up, and told me to go over to my Master and restate to him what I’d done wrong, and that I’d learned my lesson. It was really well done, because if I was overwhelmed, I could have just apologized and things could be concluded. But I was soooo not ready for things to be over, so I put on my brat-hat and earned myself some more CP, this time in the form of the tawse. And, since I’d upped the ante with my bratting, he upped the ante from his end (that would be, onto my rear end!) by putting me in a very compromising position: knees on an ottoman, with my hands on the ground … and my bottom very much up in the air, with all my tender bits really exposed. “This is going to huuuuurt…” I thought as he picked up the tawse and started in on me. And I was right! That strip of leather wrecked havoc all over my bottom and the tops of my thighs. I was doing breathing exercises (yes, yelping is a part of breathing exercises!) and just holding on for the ride.

Again, HH gave me a chance for contrition, and the CP to be over. But I still didn’t want this wonderful time to be over – I was high on adrenalin and thus continued in my recalcitrant ways. So it was time for the cane (the man travels well-prepared for any contingency!) I was then on the sofa on my hands and knees, another “not particularly favourite” position (as in, I can’t just let the side of the furniture hold me up!) and I knew I was in for it.
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Here’s the second half of the video interview I did with Miss Maggie Mayhem about her bondage show for the Hell’s Angels!

If you just can’t get enough Maggie (and who can?!), she has an article about the experience (with some fascinating insights) over at Carnal Nation (note my Master’s and my pictures of her illustrating it, she says proudly!)

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Continuing our theme of Bettie Page this week, here is Bettie again in the Top role, this time with an implement near and dear to spanker’s hearts: the hair brush. (It is rather less near and dear to the spankee’s hearts! Whoowheee, can they sting!)

What I love about this image: the shiny satin dress, cuban-foot stockings (and just look at Bettie’s calves! Phwoar!), the rope being pulled up between the girl’s bottom cheeks, and the room they are in (what is it: a tack room? a dungeon?)

I think this would be a perfect shot to use for a caption contest! Who wants to have a go…?

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I don’t know how I missed when Adele posted this, but it’s just so perfect for right now! The other night my darling Miss Maggie Mayhem won a contest for being the best Bettie Page look-alike (I’m waiting for SkinTwo to publish the article before I put stuff up over here) so I think while I’m waiting I’m gonna go on a bit of a Bettie Page kick. And why not — this wonderful lady deserved every compliment and laud she ever got or will get!

Here she is being adorably clueless about how to dominate and spank another woman. Her sweet innocence is just one part of her many charms!

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