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(Irelynn, Stephen Lewis, and me at Northern Spanking Institute)

This story was shared with me be a local spanko (if you’re on FetLife, he’s Irishguy30, and he’s very nice!) and I enjoyed it so much that I asked him if I could share it with you lot. Enjoy!

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Laura rubbed her stinging thighs and kneaded her burning bottom with her nose pushed firmly into the corner of the kitchen.

Tears dampened her face but her crying was drawing to a close. The pain wasn’t so severe. All she was left with now was the humiliation. She knew that behind her, her sister’s boyfriend would be enjoying every inch of her naked rump and she cursed herself for allowing this intolerable situation to develop.

It wasn’t the first time she had suffered similar indignation in front of house guests and she wondered how she could have been so stupid. At 17 years of age she felt she should be able to conduct herself with dignity and earn the respect of her older sister’s friends and lovers, instead of providing them with the unexpected thrill of watching her get her bottom exposed for a thrashing.

She shut her eyes and tried to block out the humiliation, bringing her hands to her face to brush away the last of her tears.

Paul, who had met Laura’s sister Jane at a club the previous week and was here for their first date, was in a state of near shock.

He had arrived at the house 15 minutes earlier to be told by a young boy, who he presumed was Jane’s brother, that she was still getting ready and that he was to wait in the kitchen. When he entered, he heard a heated exchange coming from the adjoining room.

Two female voices, one distinctly younger than the other, were rising to a ruckus. He sat at the kitchen table, a little embarrassed at overhearing a family row in progress. Suddenly, the door burst open and a beautiful blonde girl was dragged by her youthful mother to the kitchen table.

She didn’t even stop to acknowledge her guest before ordering the girl to bend over the table.
If the mother had failed to notice him, the girl was certainly aware if his presence and she immediately protested: “No mummy, not now. Look, we have a guest. Please not now. Wait until later.”

But the determined woman had already retrieved the wooden spoon from the drawer and turned on her daughter. “You do as I say immediately or your father will deal with you later, and it will be in the garden for the whole street to see.”

With a defeated look, the stunning blonde teenager faced the table, just two feet from Paul, and bent over. Her plaid school skirt came riding up to mid-thigh before her mother ordered: “Raise your skirt and drop your panties.”
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After yesterday’s post of Irelynn and me, I wanted to share two more images from that fun and sexy video.

I love these shots from Northern Spanking Institute because they remind me of the best sort of shots from Janus magazine.

The mindset of the coach character I am playing in this video would have been really humiliated to be punished in front of her student. To have her gym shorts pulled down and be spanked and caned just like the guilty schoolgirl would be the worst sort of punishment! I love the psychological aspect of the video. It could have just been a silly video, but we turned it into something more, something really hot!

Well, I asked my Twitter friends what to blog about today, and the only one to suggest anything was Lucy from Northern Spanking Institute. However, I’m not going to do either of her suggestions (fashion, or David Bowie!) today (although I will certainly cover those topics another day), because she reminded me that a new set of Irylnn Logeen and myself (and of course, the evil Stephen Lewis!) have gone up on NSI!

This fits perfectly in the Halloween spirit of things, because in this film I am playing a track coach, which is a true costume for me (I’m no good at running, and did my best to skip PE classes when I was in school!) So enjoy me in my gym shorts and whistle (and enjoy my acting — I had a great time getting in character for this!) because you won’t see that in real life! (Also, Irelynn is deeply enjoyable to look at in regulation gym knickers. Yum!)

I so much like the idea of Firsts Fridays that I’m going to keep it up for a while. Today’s topic: the first porn I shot.

The above image was shot when I was a wee beginner model. I was living in Western Mass, where I was going to school, and I had come to the conclusion that a life in porn was the life for me.

Now, trying to find safe modeling jobs in the Back of Beyond, Massachusetts was quite a … well, it was an education. The first rule I made, which I’ve always stuck to for my whole career, was that if I was not allowed to bring an escort, I wouldn’t go to the shoot. I lost a lot of jobs over that. I also was never raped, nor taken advantage of in a physical way. (I did make some dumb choices, did things I would do differently now, but that is part of the whole learning curve thing.)

I’ve written about my first shoot, and I’m going to go looking for that file. But, in the meantime, I thought you all would like to see me in my college schoolgirl days!

I got the idea for this from the wonderful Mija.

It occurs to me that I’ve never written about my first spanking on my blog! This is probably because, like the first time I had sex, it really wasn’t the best example of the experience. But still, it’s worth remembering!

When I was 17 I was busy discovering the stories of Robert A. Heinlein (a topic I’ve written about before). And one of the things that was really exciting me about them (besides the excellent writing, fascinating plots, strong characters, and first view of positive polyamorous relationships) was all the spanking RAH manages to work into his tales. (There’s a pun there involving “tails” which I will ignore. You can thank me in the comments.) One spanking I remember well from first reading when I was 17 was from I Will Fear No Evil:

He stepped to the wall and squeezed down the intercom to zero, then said gently, ‘Get dressed, dear.’

‘I won’t! If we leave now, you’ll have to stuff me into the car bare naked.’

He sighed and picked her up; she stopped crying and looked suddenly happy.

The expression did not last. He turned her in his arms as he sat down on a straight chair, got a firm grip on her, and walloped her right buttock. She yelped. And struggled.

He got her more firmly, placing his right leg over both of hers, and applied his hand smartly to her left cheek. Then he alternated sides, stopping with ten. He set her on her feet and said, ‘Get dressed, dear. Quickly.’

She stopped and rubbed the punished area. ‘Yes, Jake.’

Neither said another word until he had handed her into the car, climbed in after her, and they had been locked in. Then she said timidly, ‘Jake? Will you hold me?’

‘Certainly, darling.’

‘May I take my robe off, please? Will you take it off me?’

With the robe out of the way she sighed and snuggled in. After a bit she whispered, ‘Jake darling? Why did you spank me?’

It was his turn to sigh. ‘You were being difficult … and it is the only thing I know of which will do a woman any good when a man can’t do for her what she needs. And right then – I couldn’t.’

(Copied from SpankingBlog — thank you Spank Boss for typing that one out! Head over there for more from that scene, and another spanking scene in the book!)

At that point in time, I had a boyfriend who was my first properly kinky boyfriend. Since I don’t think he’d mind in the slightest being mentioned in a porn blog, I’ll call him by his real name, Ira (which happens to be a common name in Heinlein novels, amusingly). He wanted to experiment with bondage and roleplay (Uncle Ira coming over to “take care of” little Zille in her nightie). He also was the person responsible for getting me to start shaving my nether bits (you can thank him in the comments, too, although I rather think I get more credit by this point in time for keeping it up all these years!)

He must have given me my first spanking. But, to be honest, if he did, I don’t remember it at all. (I do however remember the scene where he was “breaking into” my room, and was hog-tying me — presumably to be followed by discovering that sex is not particularly easy in that position. We were at my parent’s house, and not expecting anyone home for hours. Suddenly, we heard the door open and close downstairs. This was followed by a rather frantic out-of-character discussion: if it was my grandfather we were fine — he was mostly deaf and wouldn’t come up to my room, anyway. But if it was my mom…. We rushed me out of bondage — neither of us had the notion of Safety Shears at that time! — and got clothing back into order … and then discovered with relief that it was indeed my grandfather, but didn’t have the courage or energy to start the scene up again!)

So possibly, my first spanking came from an ex whom I have previously called The Lost Prince on this blog. He wasn’t big into the idea of spanking, but he was willing to give it a fair go.

He got me over his lap, bottom bared, and give a light smack. “Harder!” I complained. And so he raised his hand up, and came down with a proper smack. “Ohhh…!” He sighed happily, “It leaves a hand-print!” And then he took off, leaving as many hand-prints as he could, while I gasped and bounced and started to regret inspiring that enthusiasm! (No, he didn’t become a real spanko, in the end. But I bet he has happily left hand-prints on other girl’s bottoms over the intervening years!)

So there, anyway, is either my first or second spanking. Not the most thrilling start to life as a spanko, but not a bad one, either!