Archive for January, 2012

Disruption at Upton

Pandora Blake and Sarah Gregory paddled in Disruption at Upton

The newest update on Sarah Gregory Spanking is a school scene we filmed together last summer. Paul Rogers played her screen father who had just got a job as headmaster of Upton School in England, and he had brought Sarah with him as a student. Not impressed with this state of affairs, she quickly got into trouble picking fights with the other girls, saying England was crappy and America was much better.

Well, that’s this girl’s story, anyway. She definitely started it :P

Hauled to the Head’s office, Sarah expected that he’d let his daughter off the hook, but we both got spanked. He also disappointed Sarah by refusing to take sides, telling us equably, “They’re both just great countries!” as he spanked us till we howled.

Unfortunately, our continued bickering during the spanking landed us in even more trouble. Nodding to English tradition, he decided to give us both the cane. But to drive his point home, he matched it with an equal number of strokes of the wooden paddle.

While we were shooting I found it hilarious that Sarah and I are so much more at home with our respective traditional implements. Both hurt, of course, but I dreaded the paddle, and she particularly hated the cane. We picked up on this in the scene, of course, arguing over which was worst. And Paul put the difference to good use with his canny closing threat: if he caught us fighting again, we’d find ourselves back in his office; I’d get the paddle, and Sarah would get the cane!

Two punishments

You’ll remember that I have an ongoing discipline deal with my boyfriends where they help me keep track of my health and fitness goals, and hold me accountable for failures to meet them. You might also have wondered why I haven’t written about any punishments in a while. Well, I’m sorry to say that it’s not because I’ve been turning in perfect records every week.

What actually happened was that after I got made homeless last September and moved in with D, the whole thing sort of gently collapsed. Tom wasn’t in a position to keep up with things, so between the three of us we agreed that it made sense for D to take over. He was good enough to give me moving week off. Then we tried to pick it up again, but almost immediately I sprained my ankle. And then there was just one thing after another. The more it mounted up, the more reluctant either of us were to confront it. During periods when I was checking in, he was too busy or tired to initiate a big scene. And every week he didn’t mention it, the less motivation I had to keep up with my side of the bargain.

During this time it was interesting to see how my habits changed. Despite not being actively engaged in the discipline arrangement, throughout these months D had a positive effect. He doesn’t drink, so I pretty much stopped drinking unless I was going out. He also works out nearly every day, and I started going to the gym with him. But I barely did my daily physiotherapy exercises. Yoga, pilates and strength training helped keep my pain at bay, but D and I both knew that I’d need to start doing them if I wanted my condition to improve.

By the time I plucked up the courage to approach him about it, in December, we were both working flat out getting my site launched, and made a mutual decision to not add anything else to my overloaded schedule until that was out of the way. So came Christmas, and New Year. In the second week of January we finally found time to sit down together, and agreed a weekly appointment on Sundays at 7pm. As a show of commitment we both added it to our Google calendars: and sure enough, when Sunday came round, here we both were. Tired, not quite in the mood, but determined to go through with it just the same.

We’d agreed to put the backlog to one side for now, so all we were looking at was the week just gone. Unfortunately, it being my first week back in the saddle, it hadn’t gone well. I’d been late with a couple of the daily check-in emails, and I hadn’t done my physio exercises at all. Everything else, as usual, was within limits – but then, it was my physio and check-ins that we both wanted to improve.

D asked me to undress. He prefers me naked for these punishments (by contrast with sex, when he likes me in long socks, stockings or heels). I lay over pillows on the bed and awaited my first dose of the bathbrush for several months.

Oh my god, that thing is hateful. Especially when you’ve forgotten how much it hurts. I don’t know how it manages to pack so much sting into one impact, but I hate sting, and it’s unbearable. With every whack I yelled or reared up out of position, and generally did not behave at all obediently, submissively, or like someone who had asked for this to happen.

Between strokes I tried to tap into my discipline kink, talk myself into finding some appeal to the experience, but when the next blow came it all went out of my head and I’d howl with pain and disbelief. It felt like he was doing it especially hard, but he wasn’t. My indignance was not helped by the fact that afterwards I was hardly even pink.

I did feel better once we’d done it, though. And more importantly, I did my physio exercises.

That undignified, unsexy punishment was, perhaps, the best thing that could have happened. After it I swore to be diligent. When, on Wednesday, I realised I’d forgotten to send emails both the previous days, I was genuinely shocked and remorseful. For the rest of the week I rearranged my life as best I could to avoid making any further mistakes.

The following Sunday we were both a little better rested. My totals were encouraging: only those first two late check-ins, and I’d managed to do my physio exercises on three occasions. I’m aiming for “every other day” at the moment, so given their uneven distribution throughout the week D decided to punish me for one missed set.

He sat on the corner of the bed and patted his lap. Naked, I leaned over, grateful to be permitted this intimacy. Before picking up the bathbrush he even gave me some warm-up spanks: a sure sign that I wasn’t in disgrace.

The punishment, when it came, was much more bearable. We were both proud of the improvements I’d made, and this felt more like a friendly reminder than aversion therapy. I still yelled, a bit, but when he spanked me afterwards I purred.

So far this week, I’m doing even better. I’ve not missed any reports. I’ve gone to the gym twice. Yesterday I had a perfect day: no booze, yoga class and physio exercises, although that was the first time this week I’d done them. Still, I’m on track. Isn’t it amazing what a spanking can achieve?

Photos from Triple A Spanking starring Leia Ann Woods, and an identical evil bathbrush.

Bring my tea

The other weekend I headed up north to join a small gathering of people celebrating the launch of Nimue’s World – the homegrown, boundary-pushing, performer-centric brainchild of Nimue, which launched before mine last year and which I am rapidly starting to think of as Dreams of Spanking’s sister site. It was great to catch up with Nims for the first time since our sites launched, and meet her lovely poly family. They’d just come back from shooting with Will and Janna, and I heard all about the scenes they’d filmed as they bounced and decompressed.

I absolutely love the photos from the latest update from that shoot, Bring My Tea. As I know that Nimue and Janna are, like myself, inveterate tea drinkers, there’s something inherently amusing about making it the theme of a spanking scene. But the photos are as stylish and elegant as any I’ve ever seen, to the extent that I had real difficulty choosing which ones to share with you.


Janna is the new maid in the household, and is still making mistakes. When she brings my tea, without a cup, and then tries to cover up her mistake by pouring tea in the sugar bowl, I decide it’s time to teach her a lesson.

Over my knee she gets a good hard spanking, before receiving the riding crop and hard strokes of the cane. Hopefully she’ll learn and not make the same mistakes in future!


High quality spanking photography and erotic F/F from one of the UK’s most exciting new sites. I’ll be reviewing Nimue’s World more fully when I get the chance, but in the meantime, I hope this taster gives you a sense of the excellent work Nimue is doing. Please do check out her site, it deserves considerable attention.

A truly epic party

I told you about my first spanking of 2012. The day before, I was lamenting my unspanked state and wondering how long I had to wait. By the end of that weekend, I’d been spanked so many times I lost count.

The occasion was Paul and Lucy’s housewarming party, a grand occasion full of kinky friends, familiar faces and new people. Not everyone worth knowing was there, but everyone there was worth knowing. It’s a rare scene event where I feel truly comfortable with all the people in the room.

Tom had originally hoped to accompany me, but when he was laid low with a cold I decided I couldn’t miss this one – I’d go on my own. I knew that people would be playing, and I was fairly sure I wanted to join in given the opportunity. But I’m not used to going out without a spanker if I want to play, not least because I’m quite picky about who I play with. I was interested in a couple of prospects, but I wasn’t sure if it was mutual, if they’d be available, and it’s always an effort negotiating this sort of thing without offending anyone you don’t want to play with.

It turns out I needn’t have worried.

Lucy and Paul throw truly epic parties. Quite aside from the pleasure of catching up with old friends and making several new ones, the night contained a number of memorable kinky experiences. Some of the moments that will stay with me:

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Kinky tea party

I found these pictures a while back courtesy of Male Submission Art, and thought they were worth sharing. They’re from a Flickr photoset called Kinky Tea Party, a concept gallery by Milo Ampersand that “juxtaposes everyday activities and BDSM scenes in order to comment on society’s discomfort/unease with sexuality, particularly kinky sex.”

The idea of people ignoring something that makes them uncomfortable bears a resemblance to the tendency to not look at someone who doesn’t fit in; who is ugly, or homeless, or has a disability. We don’t look, we walk past, we continue in our comfortable bubble. We surround ourselves with images of people who conform to an idea of acceptability, and everyone else is invisible. The fact that both the domme and the sub in this scene are transgender or genderqueer adds to the impact: in a real life kinky social situation, how comfortable would you be watching this couple play together?

With their elaborate costumes, make-up and drag the tea party guests aren’t quite “everyday”, but the idea of an intense flogging scene being played out amongst chattering guests, instructed to pay no attention to the players or the photographer, is a startling and powerful one.

The resulting imagery is surreal and often beautiful. The whole gallery is well worth a look.

A beginner’s guide to spanking

First published in FortheGirls.com erotic e-zine for women.

I was eight when I finally summoned up the courage to confide in my best friend. We’d shared all our secrets except one thing, and it felt like it had haunted me forever. Once I’d decided to do it, my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I leaned over the lunch table and whispered, “I want to be spanked.”

She didn’t reply. I assumed she hadn’t heard, and I couldn’t bring myself to say the words again. It was years until I was able to talk freely about the desires I’d had since I was a little girl.

These days, I know I’m not alone. Lots of people are excited by the idea or practice of erotic spanking. It’s not a new phenomenon, either – the Kama Sutra contains an entire chapter on pleasurable ways to strike your lover.

Sarah Gregory Spanking

What exactly is spanking?

Spanking refers to the act of slapping or smacking someone on the bottom. Some people like to be smacked on other parts of the body – such as thighs, breasts, hands and feet – and this tends to be subsumed into the category of ‘spanking’ too. It’s also sometimes referred to as “impact play” or “corporal punishment”, and is often grouped under the umbrella category of BDSM – although liking spanking doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll enjoy any of the other kinks associated with BDSM.

A 2007 American study reported that 14 percent of men and 11 percent of women have had “personal experience with sadomasochism”, and even more have fantasised about it. The Brits have a little more data: an online sex survey of 850 UK adults in 2001 found 16 percent of women and 13 percent of men enjoyed bedroom spanks, and psychotherapist Brett Kahr’s 2007 book “Sex and the Psyche” found 7 to 30 percent of British adults fantasise about spanking in one form or another.

Here’s what spanking isn’t: it’s not unhealthy, it’s not linked to past abuse or trauma, and doesn’t mean you’re mentally unwell. The therapeutic effects of spanking play with a trusted partner can be useful in seeking emotional release after a distressing experience, and some people have successfully used violent sex as a form of self-therapy to work through trauma, but for most people there is no connection. If it makes you and your partner feel good, you probably don’t have anything to worry about.

If I like spanking, am I abnormal?

People have tried to categorise “normal” sexual behaviour for years, but there is no such thing as “normal” or “abnormal” when it comes to the colourful spectrum of human sexuality. Sex educator Charlie Glickmann puts it more bluntly – in his book, “nobody gets to be normal”. Whether spanking adds occasional spice to your sex life, is something you only fantasise about, or is a core part of your sexuality, you are no more normal or abnormal than anyone else.

Some people (like me) start fantasising very young; even before puberty. For years I thought I was a freak, but as an adult I’ve encountered countless other people who had the same experience. Others discover their desires later in life, perhaps through reading, or a partner who’s into it.

Sexuality is fluid, and varies over time and depending on circumstance. Tastes can change, and desires will ebb and flow. It’s okay to try new things – don’t dismiss your fantasies as a “phase” to be ignored. We can’t help what turns us on. Whatever that may be, the healthiest thing to do is acknowledge it and accept it.

So what does this involve?

An interest in spanking can take all sorts of forms. If your lover has approached you about trying spanking, don’t leap to conclusions about what this involves – there’s a whole range of things to try. Roleplay, dressing up (everything from schoolgirl to courtesan), pretend punishment, punishment for things you’ve really done, affectionate and erotic spanking – the possibilities are limited only by your imagination.

Wanting to be spanked doesn’t mean you have to be submissive in bed, and wanting to spank someone doesn’t mean you have to be dominant (although they often go together). Some people never feel submissive but still like to be spanked from time to time – much as they might ask their lover to perform any other erotic service.

The person doing the spanking can be referred to as the “spanker” or “top”, and the person getting spanked the “spankee” or “bottom”. The same person can be both at different times; many people enjoy both angles. There are couples that play both ways, and others who have a single direction that works best for them.

Spanking overlaps with “power exchange”, where one lover puts themselves in the other’s power. It’s called power exchange because it doesn’t mean the submissive lover is powerless – they’re just giving their partner permission to exercise power over them for a period of time. It’s a great gesture of trust, and it makes both of you very vulnerable; not just the bottom, but also the top, who is probably worried about getting it right. This exchange of trust and vulnerability can be profoundly intimate.

The key in bringing any fantasy to life is enthusiastic consent. If your fantasies involve pretending that you don’t want something, that consent has to be made explicit beforehand. Negotiation and communication are both crucial. Talk to each other: what do you like? What are you scared of? How do these ideas make you feel?

It can be helpful to check in with each other during play, too. The top could ask the bottom questions to get feedback on what works for them. Don’t be afraid to take time out to cuddle and talk about your reactions.

A lot of people who like spanking don’t actually enjoy the sensations at the time (after all, it can hurt!), but still find the whole experience very erotic. Nervous anticipation before a spanking can be highly arousing. Fear triggers adrenaline, and the brain produces endorphins in response to physical pain. Not only can a spanking get easier as the bottom relaxes and “warms up”, but afterwards they’ll feel a pleasant glow and natural high that can last for hours.

Reactions to a spanking vary. You might end up feeling floaty, relaxed, sociable, euphoric or horny. You might release some tension that you’ve been holding on to, have a cry and feel better for it. Like physical exercise, spanking can ground you in your body. Some people find it helps them process difficult emotions. If you’ve played hard or tested your boundaries, it can leave you feeling exhilirated, with an increased self-confidence, and awareness of your own strength and courage.

Some people sit on their desires for years or even decades, but receive a positive response when they finally open up. The fact that something is important to your partner (and, even better, makes them desperately horny) can be enough to spark an interest. Neither of you should do anything that makes you feel truly uncomfortable, but don’t let shyness or social conditioning stop you from trying something new.

How to get started

  1. Read blogs. There are loads of great blogs about spanking, most of them written by women. My Bottom Smarts has lots of information for newcomers and links to other blogs that are worth exploring. You can read about other people’s experiences, ask questions, get ideas and reassurance. I know several people who first confided their spanking fantasies anonymously on some spanking blog or other – and ended up meeting play partners and friends for life. Besides, sending your lover a link to a blog post can be an easy way of telling them what you like…
  2. Watch porn. There’s a lot out there, but again, blogs can be a good place to start. If you’re concerned about the consent aspect of spanking videos, a lot of performers have blogs which might help reassure you. SpankingTube is free, and includes sample clips from a lot of sites, as well as amateur clips produced by couples at home.
  3. Show your lover some erotic writing, pictures or video you like, and see what they think. Ask them about their fantasies – you might find ideas that work for both of you.
  4. If your partner isn’t sure at first, try not to pressure them by mentioning it repeatedly. However, a flirty text or email telling them what you want them to do to you never goes amiss. Emphasise how turned on it would make you. Few people can resist the desire to indulge their lover – and your enjoyment might be contagious!

Reluctant Young Men

Taking the plunge

So, heart in mouth, you’ve confessed your fantasies – or listened understandingly while your lover confessed theirs. Well done you! But how to bring those fantasies to life?

Firstly, don’t be put off if you feel a bit foolish. Let’s be honest – spanking can be hot, but it’s also somewhat silly. Recognising that silliness doesn’t have to be a show-stopper – it’s called “play” for a reason! Getting the giggles is fairly common; in fact laughter is a key part of a lot of spanking roleplay, and cheeky banter can be as much fun as the spanking itself.

There’s no need to rush out and spend loads of money. Contact between hand and bare bottom can be the most intimate of all.

Start out with some kisses and cuddles. Massaging and rubbing the bottom feels great, and can make the spankee hungry for more. The round lower half of the bottom is an erogenous zone, and spanking can stimulate blood flow to the whole region and increase sensitivity in the scrotum or vulva. Begin gently, with lots of reassuring strokes and rubs. Alternating harder spanks with light caresses can keep the spankee guessing and all their nerve endings tingling.

Admiring comments about the lovely appearance of the spankee’s posterior might help them feel relaxed and confident. If you’re the spankee, give your lover lots of positive feedback and show them how horny it makes you.

Either way, don’t be shy about expressing how you’re feeling, or asking questions. It can be hard for the spanker to tell what effect they’re having. One idea is to set a scale of 1-5, where 1 is “not hard enough”, 3 is “just right” and 5 is “much too hard”. Check in with each other frequently.

Positions and practicalities

The spankee lying over the spanker’s knee is traditional, and allows for lots of intimacy and physical contact. It can also make the spankee feel pleasantly small and vulnerable.

Another favourite is for the spankee to lie facedown on the bed with some pillows or a bolster under their hips. Some people find the sensation of having their bottom lifted highly erotic – and it presents an appealing target.

Be careful about hitting too high or too low. Don’t hit someone’s genitals unless they’ve explicitly said that’s what they want. It can also be dangerous to hit the lower back where the kidneys are, especially if you’re using an implement. And the backs of the thighs are extremely sensitive – some people like this, but ask before you smack.

Spanking someone with your hand for the first time can be hard work – and surprisingly painful for spanker as well as the spankee! It gets easier with practice, but in the meantime, if you’re having so much fun you want to step it up a notch, you can work wonders with household items like a smooth-backed hairbrush, a ruler or a wooden spoon. Many people love the warm, sensual feeling of being spanked with leather, but I’d advise aspiring spankers to practice on a cushion before they use a belt on their lover, as they can be difficult to aim. You can buy leather paddles on the high street, in the same sort of price range as a vibrator.

Sounding good? Whether you like giving or receiving, spanking can be a vibrant part of a healthy sexuality. If you start to explore your kinky desires you’ll end up thinking in new ways about your preferences and boundaries. For many people this results in an enhanced understanding of their own desires, better communication with their partner, and an increased awareness of consent. Even if it turns out that spanking isn’t for you, these are good things to think about. But you’ll never know until you try.

Crash Pad Series

Defining feminist porn

A little while ago I wrote an article in which I attempted to define what “fairtrade” porn would look like. There obviously isn’t an international standard for fairtrade porn, but perhaps there should be. Production ethics are something I’d love to see more producers publically talking about, especially the ones who are already doing things right.

As a feminist, I’m not only interested in ethical production in general, but also the specific ways in which porn can be compatible with feminist values. (My feminism is post-third wave sex positive trans/queer feminism, which holds no innate incompability with explicit sexual imagery and self-expression.) Not all producers are interested in being feminist, and that’s okay: I’m not saying that those studios are unethical. But if you do identify as a feminist, how does that affect the porn you make?

It’s not quite as simple as that feminist porn should be woman-positive, while fairtrade porn should be human-positive: it’s more that I think feminist porn takes extra care with gender expression, and strives to be explicitly gender egalitarian in its approach. Quizzical Mama has proposed some good guidelines, but they don’t leave space for low-budget/homegrown productions, nor for feminists who wish to explore their kinky, violent or nonconsensual fantasies in a progressive way.


Images via Sex is not the enemy

Although my own porn is kinky, I’ve tried to come up with a general set of principles which would apply to any kind of production. As always, I’m mostly interested in the realities of production, rather than the type of fantasy explored on screen. It’s informed by the good work already done by feminist pornographers: I’m not trying to re-invent the wheel here. My aim is to boost signal for good ideas, and extend the conversation.

Obviously any feminist pornographer has their own understanding, and I’m not trying to police anyone else’s feminism. This stab at a definition reflects my own process as a newbie pornographer: at this point in time, what does feminist porn mean to me?

Zoo real girls

A friend sneaked out this page from the Zoo magazine offices to show me. It’s a spread from the magazine, over which an editor has stapled tracing paper with scribbled instructions for ‘improving’ the images. It’s like an unholy mashup of the boss’ red pen with those reality TV shows in which plastic surgeons draw on women’s bodies, highlighting all the places they deviate from the ‘ideal’ unattainable without surgery or Photoshop.

The feature, called with brilliant irony ‘Zoo real girls’, shows off non-famous, conventionally pretty women who look a bit like conventionally pretty celebrities. Given the narrow range of physical appearance which conventional female prettiness describes – Caucasian, slender, youthful, fair, petite, delicate features, pert breasts, clear skin, etc – these ‘sexylikeys’ can’t be that hard to find.

This ‘real girl’ has classic glamour model looks, and is already made up, studio lit, flatteringly photographed and touched up by a previous photo editor. The red pen commentary ranges from the unnecessary but predictable (‘trim’, ‘flatten’, ‘curve’) to the downright creepy (‘reduce nipples’ – whut? What’s wrong with her nipples?). Other choice comments include ‘remove all beauty spots’ (real girls don’t have moles or freckles, you know), instructions to fix a ‘weird line’ caused by a previous editor’s nips and tucks (if you want it to look natural, you could, I don’t know, stop trying to artificially alter the shape of a human body?) and the super-flattering ‘tidy chicken skin’. Lovely!

Bet the resulting ‘tidied up’ images of herself make Ms Freimanis feel loads better about her appearance. Thank goodness lads’ mads feature real girls from time to time – I mean we wouldn’t want anyone to get unrealistic expectations about how our bodies should look.

First spanking of 2012

This weekend was Paul and Lucy‘s housewarming party, an epic gathering of kinksters which quickly accounted for my second, third and fourth spankings of 2012. But the first was on Friday night, at home with D.

Before new year we’d indulged our dressing-up hobby and gone halves on a gothic lolita “geisha girl” outfit a friend was selling. This was the first chance I’d had to try it on. It involved rather more fabric than is usual in sexy costumes – the sleeves alone could easily serve as a small tent – but it was nicely fitted on the bodice and short in the skirt. I particularly enjoyed being laced into the sash/waist-cincher, complete with large bow in the small of the back. The result was pleasantly snug, and made me aware of the contours of my body without revealing them.

Unfortunately, I realised the limitations of my new outfit when D instructed me to bend over the foot of the bed. I leaned forward to place my palms on the mattress – and instantly the fabric constricted around my underarms, painfully tight. We hadn’t seen much of each other all week and I was feeling a little unsure of myself. Suddenly my self-consciousness bloomed into doubt and insecurity. Was this going to work?

I told D what was happening, and he stopped to think. He asked me what positions might not cause the constriction, but I couldn’t think of any. The high heels he’d requested made me unsteady on my feet, and I needed something to lean on. But any of the options (wall, headboard) required lifting my arms at least 90 degrees. D was waiting for me to make a suggestion and I was feeling increasingly uncertain and frightened. Eventually, unable to come up with a better solution, I just bent over the bed again. D picked up the leather strap and started work. But as the first few spanks of the year landed on my overdue bottom, all I felt was miserable about the maddeningly painful tightness around my underarms. I was so distracted that the swats barely registered.

It was no good. I stood up and told D that it wasn’t working. I felt like I was about to cry. He kissed me, attempting to reassure me, but I was closing up, trying to keep control of my emotions and not let him see how fragile I was feeling. Of course, that wasn’t going to fly. He stopped, looked me in the eye and told me to kiss him properly. I tried to relax, but it was hard to let go when I was still trying to suppress the irrational rising panic.

D went next door and busied himself doing … something, while I sat on the bed and tried to get a grip. He came back through and led me into the lounge with a smile on his face. I saw what he’d set up: the big beanbag on its end in front of the sofa, coming up to waist height. He helped me lean over it and I rested my forearms on the sofa as he picked up the strap again.

The strapping wasn’t hard, but as the pain combined with my vulnerability I found the release I needed. The tears I’d been holding back started to flow almost immediately. The strap wrapped itself around my bottom – not with any great severity, almost with affection – and I sobbed and sobbed.

After a little while he stopped and used his hand instead. Suddenly I felt enveloped in warmth and comfort. Despite hurting as much as the leather, if not more, the familiar weight of his palm made me feel loved and safe.

He rubbed my bottom and came to see how I was doing. I sniffled up at him and attempted a smile. He was clearly concerned, and it was very important that he knew he didn’t need to be. I mustered my courage and managed to say that hardest of things, in barely a whisper: “please don’t stop.” Once that was out, the words came easier. “I’m not crying because it’s too much: I just need to cry.”

He smiled, and stroked my hair. “Okay.”

After that, of course, I didn’t need to cry any more. But he didn’t stop spanking me until I’d got what I needed.

A victory for sexual freedom

For the past few days I’ve been watching the development of #ObscenityTrial, a landmark case in which Michael Peacock (AKA Sleazy Michael) was tried for distributing “obscene” DVDs showing gay fisting, watersports, CP and BDSM. Today the jury returned a unanimous verdict of not guilty on all counts. It’s been a fascinating case, particularly the live tweets from the courtroom by @ObscenityLawyer, @LexingtonDymock and @NichiHodgson.

Plus there’s been all those opportunities for fisting puns. I mean, without first hand experience of the acts depicted it was all quite a lot to take in, so we should give the jury a hand for knuckling down and returning a sensible judgement.

If you’ve not been following, here’s a quick roundup to bring you up to date.

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