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The next day (more on the first day here) was Finishing School. I slept in as late as possible, and almost had the choice of skipping breakfast or being late. And Mrs. Darling would not approve of either of those things! (Mr. Defeu went down and ordered breakfast whilst I was still getting my stockings clipped onto my garter belt, so that once I was dressed I could rush down and scarf some food in a most unladylike hurry. And then do my lipstick in the elevator on the way up to the tenth floor … and a room to which I dreaded and longed to go!)
You may recall that Finishing School was pretty much one of the most exciting things I’ve done since, well, um, my whole life. When we found out that there would be a Finishing School at this Shadowlane, there was no doubt that we would be attending this year’s party! (After all, I flew to Scotland for the first one, so there was no way I could miss one so much closer to home!)
I arrived at the door to Northern Spanking’s suite, nervous as hell and quite sure that as soon as I walked in, all hell would indeed break loose, undoubtedly upon my ass. You see, as the only student who had attended the previous FS, I was “Head Girl”, even though I had only come in fourth in the class. Now I had attained dizzying heights … but because of how things work in that mini-universe, I knew it was my job to topple from them – and make it a good show on the way down!
I checked my skirt, that my shirt was tucked in neatly, and hoped to hell my seams were straight!
Mrs Darling was suitably nervous-making, with her comments about how I would receive double-punishments over my class-mates, but, as usual, Miss Hammond-Grant was utterly terrifying. She would wander over, whether I was doing anything remotely naughty or not (a few times when I was just thinking about what naughtiness I ought to get up to, next!) and would just get up into my personal space, and then stare down at me. It made one third of me desire to be nothing but well-behaved for the rest of my life, another third of me immediately start planning how best to get her to do that again, and the final third part of me really just wanted her to grab me by the ear and drag me into the next room. (What would we do there? Oh, well she would teach me not to get up to “unnatural acts” involving other young ladies through “Aversion therapy” [shudders deliciously] )
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(The results of Friday night at Shadowlane. See below for how those marks got there!)
For me, Shadowlane is about friends. It is also about spanking, but I’m afraid my account of the best spanking party in the U.S. is simply not going to be as exciting as some of the bottoms who spend the party going from lap to lap.
Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course – they are just in a different place from me. Some of them may not have spanking in their lives all the rest of the time, and this is their big weekend to play and get in experiences to keep them going for another dreary year. Or some are eager newbies, wanting to taste every experience, and taste it now. Or some other equally valid explanation. Whatever, if you want a scene report that is just the non-stop spankathon that can be one’s Shadowlane experience, go sort through other blog posts here.
A friend asked me what I was into (I was burbling excitedly to him about rope bondage at the time) and I think it bears a little explanation, since I’m always considering it and having new realisations, myself.
As many of you know, I started in the dungeon. I got into BDSM in college, having been handed Pat Califia’s Macho Sluts by a girl I really wanted to sleep with. (I did eventually sleep with her. And do kinky things with her. And make porn with her. We had a very useful friendship!) I joined the “Younger Generation” BDSM group, and spent my time learning the best sort of candles to use for wax play, how to properly coil rope for rope bondage, how to season a single-tail so it cracks best, and how to wrap someone in saran wrap and then make convenient slits and slide ice cubes in and make them scream and squirm. (Okay, that last bit came naturally!)
The dungeon is really a useful place. To this day, I can show you how best to set me on fire (very temporarily!) for the prettiness and adrenalin rush of it. But what it did not do was help me find my way to my “core kink”, as it were. I took classes on everything – it was sort of assumed you wanted to learn everything, from where to hit on someone’s bum, to how to get a fist up there as well! And I, caught up in the thrill of kinky excitement, just went along for the marvellous ride.
I think people were supposed to find their “thing” along the way. But, for many years, I just bounced around, trying everything at least once, “Jacqueline of all trades, mistress of none.”
A funny thing that came out of that is that, for the longest time, I just decided I was “not a masochist“. Pain turned out to hurt, you see, and without the drive of a core kink, it just really didn’t seem worth it. I had nothing to help me through the pain of a beating, so I just avoided them. The pains of rope bondage had a reward (the attention you get as you are tied and untied, the admiration you get for holding a hard bondage position, and usually pictures of yourself looking hot and sexy in the ropes.
I had decided that I only liked “thuddy” pain. (I think this was a way to get only nice safe floggers used on me, or some such.) Amusingly, a professional dominatrix friend then told me that if I didn’t like stingy pain, I wouldn’t ever enjoy a caning. And I have to seriously thank her for that! Because it meant that Mr Defeu was the first person to cane me. And being able to have that “cherry” for him to pop meant so terribly much to both of us!
Now that Mr Defeu has come up, it’s really time to leave the dungeon for the headmaster’s office. Because when he handed me a stack of Januses (Janii?) – in between the first time he spanked me and our first date! – that’s when my core kink came suddenly, completely into focus.
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As you may have noticed, there was a period of time there where I wasn’t able to update this blog. I’m happy that’s all done, now, and I can be back in the happy spankosphere!
In the time in which I was unavoidably detained, a whole bunch of spanking videos of me came out, and now I have to try and catch up with them all! (Oh, terrible!)
Today we look at one of my favourites! It’s from the ever-wonderful Northern Spanking Institute, and it’s a fabulous story, right like it’s from an old spanking magazine like Janus or Blushes. (There is a high-definition video, but I’ll just include the stills in this post.)
I am a track coach, and Irelynn is my student. Stephen Lewis is one of the judges, and he comes to tell us that Irelynn has cheated in race she just ran. (By taking the bus – a ridiculous but fun to act detail!) And Mr Lewis thinks that I, as Irelynn’s coach, have been a bad influence on her, so it’s not just Irelynn who has to be punished, but me as well! So unfair, since how could I ever be a bad influence?! Anyway, that’s all you really need of plot, now just look at the pictures, which will especially excite those who admire blue regulation gym knickers!
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Northern Spanking Institute has finally released the film Bailey and I did with them back at the last Shadow Lane party! I’m so excited! Although, of course, you can’t tell it from this image, where Bailey and I try to look concerned that we are about to be spanked — or killed, buried in the Nevada desert, and no one will ever find our bodies! (You know, one of those “either/or” things!)
Zille & Bailey have individually racked up considerable debt at BLACK JACKS – One of the huge Casino chain owned by mobster Marcus Black. Having no money to pay, and no idea how they got into this mess, Mr Black has the girls taken to an exclusive suite in the hotel by his henchmen and stripped to their underwear. Left wondering what fate might await them.
Note: Firstly, thanks to Serenity for her kind words in her blog!
Also, Pandora has a new blog design and URL! It looks really great, and the content is of course up to it’s usual superior standards!
Ludwig has just paid me an incredible compliment by naming me as one of his Dirty Half-Dozen best spanking blogs — either missing the opportunity to call them “Six of the Best” in the British-style, or leaving me to fall squarely in that trap, I’m not sure which! All I know is, I’m very flattered, and in excellent company!
Dave from The Cherry Red Report just pointed out to me that you can finally get Shadow Lane’s film Starter Wife – Trophy Wife Revenge Match on video on demand, watching affordable clips. If you’ve been waiting for that option, wait no longer! (And let me know what you think of it! I’m very proud of it!)
Following yesterday’s post, here’s a small taste of what happened when Irelynn and I got caught fighting in our bunk beds…