Posted at 19:49 on 4 Jun 2011 by Pandora / Blake
Wow, the last two weeks have been CRAZY. I'm normally busy, but this last fortnight I've barely been home. Work events in London; two days filming in Holland for Spanked in Uniform with Amelia-Jane Rutherford; a lightning turnaround before a weekend away with friends; another super-fast turnaround before a two day shoot with Caroline Grey and Adele Haze for my site; guests staying all this week and I'm about to head back to London for a wedding. I've barely had time to draw breath, and pretty much fell off the internet entirely apart from keeping up with the bare minimum of email. So I'm sorry for the radio silence, but I should be back to my normal routine from next week and have more time to tell you about all the awesome things I've got up to in the meantime. (Starting with that play session I promised to tell you about on Twitter!)
I had an absolute blast shooting with SIU and Amelia-Jane. We'd been asked to come up with some scene ideas - trickier than it sounds for two performers who are also producers, and already have an outlet for their original ideas. So we put our heads together on the Eurostar journey (which we spent chattering away about kink, life, love, sex, filmmaking and everything else, much to the entertainment of our fellow passengers) and decided that we definitely preferred scenes in which we were punished for doing fabulous, or at the very least interesting things.
As brand new cadets in the Montgomery Miiltary Academy we didn't really get a chance to do anything fabulous, so we made up for it in the other series. Hence Nurse Amelia getting caned by me and Doctor Mike for putting on a puppet show in the geriatric ward, and our schoolgirl characters earning themselves a term's worth of detentions by starting an unofficial online St Catherine's magazine (called Pussy Catz), full of satire, politics, fashion and unflattering caricatures of the teachers. (My St Catherine's girl had previously got into trouble for posting pictures and badmouthing teachers online - clearly, she hadn't learned her lesson!)
I'm not sure how Amelia and I were caught, but somehow the other members of our editorial team escaped the Headmaster's notice. By the fourth week of term we were pretty sick of our weekly Wednesday afternoon detentions; sick of writing the same lines over and over again; sick of having to stand up, lift our skirt and pull down our school knickers whenever the headteacher (who had taken a personal interest in our case) entered the room; sick of telling him, over and over again, that there weren't any other girls involved, it was just us. He didn't believe us. He was, in fact, adamant that there were at least two other girls writing for Pussy Catz, although where he got that number from when we were cleverly writing under over a dozen different pseudonyms between us, we had no idea. Still, our protestations that we were smarter than he gave us credit for fell on deaf ears, and he paddled both of us when we refused to give him the names.
He gave Amelia a horrible tawsing for some trumped-up reason or other. As soon as he stepped out of the room she started sobbing at the unfairness of it, and of course I tried to console her. Which landed me in even more trouble when he came back in and found me not writing my lines. And after both of us were forced to sit back down on red and sore bottoms to finish our detention, he gave us one last chance to tattle on our friends - or he'd visit us in our dorm every night for further punishment. Of course we didn't tell him...
I love love love working with Amelia. Her good cheer and enthusiasm keep me energised even when I'm feeling tired and run down - and she's a fantastic roleplayer, giving her co-performers so much to work with. She and I have very similar tastes in roleplay as well. We both like stories with romance, adventure, and honour; we both like playing sworn enemies and best bosom friends. We both like characters who have plausible motivations and believe they're in the right (in which we are not at all unusual, I think!), and we both like feeling terribly hard done by and sorry for ourselves.
So this scenario - teenagers who think they're Secret Underground Journalists, persecuted by a totalitarian school regime, honour-bound to protect their co-conspirators at all costs - was perfect for us. Especially since we were bound, inevitably, to lose. Wheee, so much fun!