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Here’s another shot I found of the delectable Scarlett Fay getting her bottom warmed for her continued tardiness (see Fabulous schoolgirl spanking dialogue and Scarlett Fay: spanking and sex and black leather gloves for more).

From: Fresh Outta High School

And, no, I have not reached a level of unhealthy obsession with Miss Fay’s bottom. I think a posterior of such perfection deserves nothing less!

Of course, it’s not just her bottom that exemplifies perfection…

From: Fresh Outta High School

In other news, here’s a fabulous article called, Should Fantasies Be “PC”?

An editor once reminded me that erotic fiction needs to focus on pleasure rather than be a vehicle for dysfunction. I was so stunned by this I didn’t eat worms for the rest of the week and almost quit my basket-weaving. I am not dysfunctional. I am not damaged. And what on earth is “pleasure” anyway? It sounds suspiciously like scented candles to me. The notion that female erotica should be softer and more romantic is wildly offensive. Ditto the implication that a women who wants to be dominated by a man must be lacking her own mind. She doesn’t want it. She’s merely a victim and it’s her damaged, self-loathing psyche talking. Oh, purlease.

In the next two paragraphs, Kristina Lloyd makes so many good points that the text is rather like a flour-less chocolate cake: no padding around the good stuff….

Kate, like Beth, is a woman conflicted about her sexuality. I think this is true of a lot of people whose kinks are on the dark side, and I think this is OK. We hear a lot about “sex positivity” and having a “healthy” attitude; and while I applaud the sentiment it leaves me feeling a tad uncomfortable. It seems so neat, clean and tidy, and leaves little space for angst or doubt. Where we want to go and what we want to do or be done to us can be disturbing, terrifying, upsetting and exciting. It’s pleasure but not as they know it. Accepting conflict and contradiction is a significant part of accepting our messy sexual selves. I’m sure “sex positive” was originally meant to encompass this but it’s easily miscast to imply unproblematic happy-jolly-fucky sex. It can make me feel dirty, and not in a good way.

I like brutes and bullies with a nice line in contempt. I like back alleys, seediness and squalor. I like scary scenarios that make my heart beat faster. All these things break down the ego and strip away the veneer of the civilised self. And when you’re without that constructed identity, when your dignity and self-respect have been put on hold, then boundaries shift, inhibitions are lost. If anything, those who like to indulge in being broken down need to have a very secure sense of self. They must be continually piecing themselves back together again afterwards.

Well! What more do you need to say about that? Go off and enjoy your darkest fantasies. Mine may involve doing absolutely vile things to Scarlett Fay…!

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Since we’ve been talking about the differences between punishment/discipline and roleplay for some weeks now on this blog, I was entirely delighted to find these two posts by Niki Flynn, which covers all of those ideas so very well:

Missing chapter from Dances with Werewolves Part 1

Missing chapter from Dances with Werewolves Part 2

When I’m shooting, I have to be aware of the camera while simultaneously tuning it out. I have to know whether I’m in shot, make sure my hair isn’t obscuring my face and focus on a hundred other things that are invisible to the viewer. The camera is both friend and impartial observer. Bettie Page once said she liked pretending that the camera was her boyfriend and that she was making love to him.

The camera on my right was no loving boyfriend. It was the glaring eye of judgment, isolating me in its cold gaze. Still, I dutifully tucked my hair behind my ear when it fell in my face, fighting the urge to put my head down out of sight and sob. Dallas had no mercy for a girl who had endangered her life by unfastening her life vest. He pushed all my guilt buttons.

‘How do you think your boyfriend would have felt if you’d hit a rock and gone under?’

WHACK!

‘How would he have felt?’

WHACK!

There was no answer to that. All I could do was yelp and take my punishment. The worst part of all was that I deserved it. I KNEW I deserved it. This was nothing like my childhood punishments, when I always felt wronged and resentful. This was my own fault. I was being made an example of and people all over the world would be watching my shame and disgrace.

‘You look in that camera and tell your boyfriend you’re sorry.’

My heart clenched and my face crumpled as I turned to face the impersonal lens.

‘I’m sorry,’ I whimpered pitifully, looking into its unfeeling eye. I had never felt so vulnerable and exposed at a shoot before. It was as though the camera was stripping my soul bare.

I sobbed helplessly throughout the rest of the strapping, releasing all my pent-up fear and anxiety. By the end I was so distraught I abandoned the camera completely. I hung my head, crying, oblivious to whether my face was in shot or not. I’d had enough. I’d learnt my lesson. And Dallas knew it too.

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Okay, I had another post I was going to put up today, but this just entirely trumps it! Thanks to Niki Flynn, who brought this amazing defence of “extreme” porn by Pandora Blake to my attention!

Read the whole thing — its extraordinarily well-written, and so clear and sensible that I can only think that any rational-minded person who’d had doubts about whether “extreme” porn was really needing to be censored or not, simply must agree with Pandora by the end of the article.

A part of the article that really delighted me was her explanation of herself as a lover of discipline — I could have written the exact same thing, only probably not as well as she has done!

I’m an independent, self-employed, over-ambitious perfectionist. I work hard and play hard and set myself tough goals. I need the profound emotional release that comes from, just for an evening, having no responsibilities at all. I need the deep, kittenish satisfaction that comes from offering myself to my lover, doing what I’m told and being found pleasing. I need the emotional simplicity that arises from being given very simple goals. Don’t move. Trust me. Endure this. Pain grounds me in my body better than any meditation technique I’ve ever tried. It cleanses my psyche of all the self-inflicted anxiety and guilt that accumulates during my average working week. It leaves me feeling renewed.

Pandora as Paulina on Girls Boarding School

This point really gets to the heart of the matter:

Let’s think about the argument here, for a second. The one championed so passionately by Liz Longhurst and the Daily Mail, that violent porn causes violent crime. The court case into Jane Longhurst’s tragic murder did not demonstrate a causal connection between the extreme porn Graham Coutts liked to look at and his act of homicide; nor has it ever been demonstrated that there is a de facto link between one act (looking at violent imagery) and another (committing violent crimes). The debate on violent videogames has raged for years without conclusion.

Everyone in the country is now affected by this law, despite the fact that the vast majority of us are not violent sexual offenders, and never will be, especially if we’re female. This law has nothing to do with violent crime, and everything to do with censorship.

There’s nothing more to say about that — case closed!

I may live in the US, but this rule in the UK could give our “ignorant prudes” ideas — and the ignorant prudes in the US are the spiritual descendants of the Puritans — ignorant prudes whom the UK kicked out for being annoyingly prudish and censorious of others!

I just hope rational thought and freedom can overcome this, and sooner rather than later!

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I put up a shot of myself in a reasonably spanking-friendly pose a little while ago (Spanko Brunch: bondage and spanking) but I’ve just found a much better one, conveniently in my favourite shoot for SexandSubmission.com

20 year old Megan Murray braves an intense scene with James Deen. This very cute girl pushes herself as far as she can go to please him. Hooded and bound standing with zip ties, her natural body is groped and flogged. Chained to the wall, she sucks cock submissively. Suspended in hemp rope, Megan takes a hook in her ass and gets fucked from behind. In a dark corner of a cold basement, she is treated like a sex slave. Finally, her flexibility allows her legs to be tied back leaving her tiny cunt exposed for deep penetration.

I would really loved to be tied up like that! It’s the perfect position for spanking (and other CP) or sex … you are just so vulnerable, so exposed. It’s just plain hot!

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Sorry that I was MIA for most of last week, but I went on a trip with my Master, and while I was gone I was mostly focused on work for my own new job. If I even look at my blog, I’ll tend to “just write a short entry,” which of course then tends to be one of my really long ones (which probably only three of you lot actually read all the way to the end!).

Our trip was down to Southern California – visiting several towns. The first one was for my Master’s work, a conference that had him away all day, leaving me in the hotel room to work and wander down to the hotel gym. Our favourite Thai restaurant is in that town, and we had a wonderful dinner there. Also, the night we went down to enjoy the hotel hot-tub, we had the surreal experience of ending up in a hot tub with a rugby team (women rugby players!) and a couple marines (men!) and listening to them chat as they passed around a bottle of Malibu rum. They were kind enough to include us as the rum went ‘round, and indeed, were very nice people and we had a lovely time talking to them.

Of course, I had totally forgotten the marks on my bottom from last Sunday’s strapping and caning extravaganza. Ooops! I tried to keep my bottom turned away from everyone (not an easy feat when you are in a round hot-tub!) but perhaps I needn’t have worried, because if anyone is used to seeing bruises, it’s rugby players and guys in the military, right?!

We then drove up to visit our friend Mr. Stagg (who really needs to get off his arse and start commenting on this blog. I mean YOU, Mr. Stagg!). He’s one of my Master’s oldest and bestest friends (if men can be said to have bestest friends…) and we all went to an old hang out of theirs and drank mai tais and generally had a wonderful evening. I got quite tipsy, but I remember we talked a great deal about fetish and spanking and fun stuff like that!

The next day we were off to LA for the LA Kink Fetish Weekend. We only went to the Saturday event, “Rubberotica,” because we wanted to get home on Sunday and enjoy a leisurely Monday (it’s Presidents’ Day here in the U.S.) before the real world starts back up on Tuesday.

Just the one event worked out fine for us! We had such a great time; I can only imagine the next night would have been anticlimactic! Read the rest of this entry »

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