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There are so many good things about shooting with Northern Spanking Institute, but my favourite at the moment is finding videos of myself up on their site. It’s equivalent to finding yourself in a book by your favourite author.

This is the first film (my first still set was a couple months ago) on NSI. I’m just an extra — the storyline is that I’m an estate agent showing the cottage to a newly married couple — who intend to give it a proper try-out … and get their thrills as well by giving me a proper show!

Here we are with me discussing what a special property this is….

And here Stephen says, no, thank you, they’d prefer to look round themselves, they don’t need me to come in.

Here’s me hearing Stephen make Irelynn say she’s a naughty girl whilst he’s spanking her. See how innocent I am! I’ve obviously never heard anything like that before!

Finally, here’s what I’m seeing glimpses of. And this is just the start – Irelynn of course looses that skirt reasonably quickly!

How lucky I am! Watching Irelynn and Stephen in action is a joy. They are both so obviously into it, and they have a really pleasing chemistry. Also, I must add, isn’t Irelynn’s bottom just absolutely delectable ?!

These are just small screen-caps from the film, to see this bigger, better, and in its full glory, go to Northern Spanking Institute and see my film debut there!

On Friday night Mr. Defeu and I watched a film I’d been looking forward to for a couple months.

I had started watching it on my own — Mr. Defeu has no interest in “bodice rippers” or period romances, so I tend to get them while he’s travelling, and then get some chocolate ice cream and make sure the tissues are to hand.

I couldn’t remember why I’d rented this film, but I knew I’d put it in the Netflix queue for some reason. As it started, I thought, “Oh, gods, it’s one of those Victorian ones made in the late ’70s/early ’80s, where the girls have that ever-so-authentic blue eyeshadow and big hair.” But I thought I’d give it a fair go — after all, Sergeant Cribb was made in 1980 and set in the Victorian period, and it’s wonderful.

The film starts with a gentleman riding home from his pheasant shooting … when he spies a boy on the road. He then asks the very pretty lad where he is going, and ascertains that the poor boy is homeless and in need of a friend, and takes him home to feed him a good dinner, and ends up telling the lad he can stay. Well, I hadn’t even gotten to the start of the dialogue when I yelped in surprise, “But this is Frank and I! Ohmigod!” (Yes, I was talking to myself. But Mr. Defeu wasn’t there, so I only had myself to talk to!)

For no reason anyone can figure out, they called the film Lady Libertine, but it most certainly follows very closely to the Frank and I story, I even recognized some lines spoken directly from the book.

For those who don’t know, Frank and I is one of the finest Victorian erotic classics, very much focussing on the love of the rod, that very English vice. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed that I recognized the story before 10 seconds of film had passed, but it gives you an idea of how many times I’ve re-read and masturbated to this book!

The above picture that I’m sure perked up your attention is from the first CP scene (in the book it is a birching, but obviously for the movie they chose the cane), when our narrator, Charlie, still thinks that “Frank” is just a very pretty lad who is in need of some corrective discipline. It is at the end of the caning (although in the book it’s after the second birching) where Charlie discovers that Frank is actually “Frances,” a girl who has run away from very bad circumstances. Obviously, Charlie decides to keep “Frank” around, which of course would have been very scandalous if anyone were to discover their secret, as in Victorian times young ladies were not generally put unchaperoned into the hands of an unmarried man not related to them. (Thus the book cleverly sets up a really erotic plot!)

The above image is from the story Frances recounts. She had been given to a whore house, unknown to her, after the death of her parents. When Frances wouldn’t put out with the customers, she was beaten by the madam with a slipper. It isn’t quite how it went in the book, but still, nice that they went along with the plot that much! Great use of period split drawers, also!

This next scene is from when Charlie visits the brothel where Frances had been beaten and almost forced into prostitution. This is, and it’s the same in the book and movie, is a tableau vivant of “The punishment of a Nihilist in a Russian Prison.” Really! (While this is actually appropriate for the time in which the story is set, it still seems amusingly random!) Above you see the first stroke of the whip on the “nihilist’s” buttocks. They use red paint to simulate blood, but as you can see, some of those strokes must have stung, regardless!

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This shot is from a really transformative scene, in both the book and the movie. Frances, now dressed in the clothes of her birth gender, has been on holiday with Charlie, and got stuck flirting with this guy who pushed it further along than she wanted. Charlie was very jealous and angry with her. Above she is saying, “Charles – Punish me any way you like … as long as afterwards you forgive me!”

After this scene, the movie is mostly over (this transformative scene leads to love and marriage, and sadly it is implied that Charlie and Frances have finished with the whole CP thing and are now going to be vanilla-ever-after) but the book goes on rather longer – and involves a good deal more of the stuff that you would expect in something called “Lady Libertine” – I have no idea why they called the movie that, as they cut most of the really libertine scenes from it!

In the end, like all movies not made directly for a spanko audience by spankos, this has its disappointments. However, not many spanking porn producers are going to have the budget that Playboy Films does, so we have to take what we can get. (Note to spanking film/website producers – if you are actually going to do a high-budget version of Frank and I, please count me in! I would even cut my hair in a boy’s cut, if I had to!)

Here is a sample of that first punishment scene!

N.B. — I started this on Monday, but the week overwhelmed me a bit — the jobby-job needing more catching up with. But, here finally, is my first scene report since the accident!
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I don’t want to count how long it’s been since we had some proper playtime, because that would just be depressing, but the dry-spell is over, YAY!

We did actually have a mini-scene last week, but it really just illustrated how much we both were missing our usual naughtinesses, and ended up being kinda more depressing than not playing, esp. since his arm was hot and swollen and sore after….

But, Saturday, I was snuggling with him on the sofa (naked, like you do…), and suddenly there was raging erection! Amusingly, the first thing that popped out of my mouth was, “Oh! But I need to shave!” He considerately allowed that if I were to give him some hands-on (and mouth-on) attention for a bit, then I could run off to the bath and shave as quickly as possible without removing vital bits of dermis.

And so it came about!

And I found myself face down on the bed, wearing black spandex hot pants, while he rummaged in the Drawer of Doom for just the right tawse. I normally start to feel a bit of (perfectly reasonable) apprehension in those right-just-before-it-starts moments. But this time I was so ready, so “bum randy” as one of my favourite spanking stories has it, that I just lay there thinking, “I want this, I want this, oh how I want this,” and not feeling anything but eager and ready.

Being the kind and gentle Master that he is [cough] he actually started with a warm-up for once! But I was so rarin’ to go that I just was not even in a place to appreciate the mild strokes, and so I showed that in the best way I’ve found for a submissive partner to demonstrate “more please”: I lay there without making a sound. Nothing like that to ramp up your Evil Sadist – he wants to see you squirming and yelping, damn it! And, in short order, I was!

After turning things from 0 to 11 with the tawse, he went for the belt. (He has an old brown one which is too battered for wearing, but has the perfect patina to be a Dreaded Instrument of Discipline – Only I adore the belt, so it’s less Dreaded and more Oh Yes Please!) His arm didn’t seem to mind the vigorous workout he gave my bottom!

After that it was over the side of the bed for the leather, um, thing, which is shaped like a paddle, but still flexible like a tawse. But, even with that, I was still revelling in the sensations and emotional experience of being beaten. Sure, it hurt, but it was filling up an empty ache that had been growing like a black hole inside me, and that ache hurt far worse than that leather paddle-thing!

Then it was sex-time (wheee!) and he did a thing he loves which is to pull my pants aside and fuck me with them still on. I’m quite fond of it myself, as it makes me feel like I’m just being used – that he can’t even bother to undress me properly, but he’s just tugging the fabric aside and sticking himself in me … hmmm, I’m going to either have to move on from this deliberation, or go take a moment with Mr. Buzzy!

Anyway, I was quite pleasantly surprised that he was going to fuck me whilst standing, as since the accident it’s all been me on top, for the very good reason of his broken leg! But that leg really didn’t seem to bother him or get in the way on Saturday, and we enjoyed a lovely timeless period of our favourite position (me bent over the side of the bed), which we haven’t done in far too long.

Then, being him, he decided I needed a caning. I actually really love his habit of spanking me, fucking me, caning me, fucking me – rinse and repeat! It stretches out the scene for longer (and I want them all to last as long as possible!) and it combines, or at least stacks, the painful and pleasurable sensations so that I get a wonderful sensory confusion.

The caning hurt a good bit – as it generally does! – and I was dancing in place by the end of it. As he’d start each set of six, I’d wonder (philosophically, as there was nothing I could actually do about it!) if I could make it through the set. What I love about the spanking dynamic is that as a spankee, I can have those fears (which make the whole thing so much better, of course!) and as the Spanker, he can get me to take more than I thought I could, he can help me to be both that strong and that yielding. It’s pretty amazing, when you think about it!
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Firstly, I want to welcome readers coming from Chross’s Blog, and thank him for the link!  If any of you want to see anything specific over here, just leave a comment and I will endevour to oblige! 

Today’s my Master’s birthday, and so you know what that means!  A birthday caning!  (My Master doesn’t do anything by halves!)  Since he’s a guy, and they only get better as they age, I can announce that I got 44 strokes.  Some from the Junior cane, and the rest from the Senior cane.  He was feeling very experimental today, and I got some with the traditional pause in between, but at other times he’d say things like, “Okay, now I’m going to give you twelve quick ones.”  At which point I just buried my head in the bed covers (I was bent over the side of the bed) and didn’t breath ’till it was over (which does keep me from making noise, although one day I may well pass out mid-caning!)  I must say that I took the caning pretty darn well, and made almost no noise at all, barely moved, and was otherwise the model for how to take a caning. 

The reason for this (I think) is because I took way more on Sunday.  The more often I’m disciplined, the better I take it.  Hell, the more often I’m disciplined, the better everything in my life is.  I really need it.  Now that my Master has introduced me to this life, this way of living, there is no going back for me.  I couldn’t ever be happy in a non-discipline-based relationship ever again.  I’ve honestly been looking for this since about age five, although I didn’t know it until I met my Master.  I knew I was a pervert by age 17, but I never comprehended what exactly it was I needed until my Master took his cane to my bottom.  Then, in a sudden flash of pain and joy, everything became clear to me.

Anyway, after the caning, it was time for the rumpy-pumpy.  He’s been putting me in that position where I’m on my back on the bed, with my bum right up at the edge, and my ankles either around his ears or pushed out and back in an angle that yogis take years to accomplish.  It’s really lovely, because he can look down and see himself thrusting in and out of me, and I can lift my head and see it too (when I’m not looking into his eyes to see the lust there, or not seeing anything because my eyes are closed while I have a screaming orgasm.)  But that’s not even the new favorite position!

Last Sunday we had another wonderful scene, which is funny, because that’s the day my period started, so that day is usually blocked out for a miscommunication, some tears on my part, and then a comforting snuggle once we get things sorted.  But this period has been really painless.  I think it’s actually thanks to my dear friend kaya, who almost broke up with her Master, and that scared the hell out of me, so I was pathetically grateful to my Master the whole weekend, just for keeping me around!  (And we were both so happy that kaya’s Master and she have fixed it all up — yay!)

So, anyway, my Master and I were watching TV, and I went off to go to the bathroom, and when I came back he was gone.  I walked into the bedroom, and he was on the bed naked, and I felt that rush of adrenaline up my spine that happens when I know I’m about to be in serious pain-and-pleasure.

He had me get on the bed, and then he started hitting my bottom with something new … something amazing!  He says it’s called a “jockey bat,” but it looks like what they have on The StockRoom as “The Slapper Crop.”

I don’t know how many times he hit me, but when he stopped I almost begged him, “No, please — don’t stop!”

But it was okay, because he went on to pull out a huge variety of dressage whips and went to town on my ass and thighs. I was making whole new noises (of the “aiiii-eeee!” variety) and bouncing around like a … well, like a horse doing dressage, really. No wonder they prance like that!

When he stopped that, I looked up shyly and asked: “Um, Sir? That thing you started with…? Could you do some more with that, please?” He was delighted, and a long period of (very intense) happiness on both our parts followed.
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The three ingredients to a great vintage spanking photo!

I just love her knickers, stockings, and camisole. I really think modern lingerie tries too hard, it doesn’t have the natural sexiness of lingerie of bygone days!
Anyway, I’m sure that whatever this lovely young lady (with the deliciously boyish bottom) did, she justly deserves to be beaten hard with a riding crop! I know I do, and I haven’t even done anything wrong (yet!) today!