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Archive for February, 2012
Reader’s photos #2
Posted by Pandora on February 23rd, 2012
Today’s blogpost is brought to you by another reader with a taste for the ritual and atmosphere of school punishment roleplay. My mistress and I occasionally indulge in a public school style beating whereupon I am summoned to the prefects’ common room, instructed to bend over a plain wooden chair, and given six of the [...]
A week in the life of a spanking pornographer
Posted by Pandora on February 19th, 2012
Others have written before about the ways in which play begets more play. I don’t know why I didn’t expect that going fulltime as a pornographer would boost the amount of kink in my life. I knew I’d be looking at more of it on my computer screen, but I thought I’d be more of [...]
Posted in D, Dreams of Spanking, Jacq, Jenna Jay, Katie Didit, Photos, Play, Sarah Bright, Spanking Sarah 
Tags: bruises, switching over 
8 Comments »e[lust] #33
Posted by Pandora on February 17th, 2012
Photo courtesy of Penny Welcome to e[lust], the sex blog round-up- The best posts from the hottest and smartest sex bloggers all in one place! This edition highlights topics such as STI’s, swingers and poly relationships, spanking, role play and so much more. Want to be included in e[lust] #34? Start with the rules, come [...]
Intimate hardcore
Posted by Pandora on February 15th, 2012
I'm not a fan of the commercialisation of Valentine's Day, so was reluctant to join the throngs of marketeers insisting that the primary objective of the 14th of February was to have hot romantic sex with a lover, and their product could best help you achieve this. On the other hand, the date provided an ideal opportunity to step up the steaminess on my website a notch or two.
Posted in D, D/S, Dreams of Spanking, Fairtrade porn, Featured, Photos Tags: cane, ruler, Tricia Sullivan 9 Comments »Hot and cold
Posted by Pandora on February 8th, 2012
Yesterday I got beaten just to warm me up. Like a schoolboy in the history books I read as a child about life in Tudor times. It was so cold that I was over D’s knee for five solid minutes of spanking — which hurt like fuck on cold skin – but my arse was still chilly to the touch.
When I remarked on this, rather than taking pity on me like a gentleman, and employing – say – warm rubs to solve the problem, D flashed me a grin and pulled the wooden paddle out of his toybox, with me still over his lap. Three rapid swats and I was yelling in indignance. “It will! It’ll warm you up!” he insisted.
I guess my squawks of protest must have been more persuasive than I remember, because he put the paddle down and asked me to pass him his belt. Doubled over twice, he used it over the knee for a while, but while I was enjoying the thuddy little impacts, they weren’t getting more reaction than my grin. After a little while I prompted, “Shall I move somewhere you can swing that properly?”
“Why don’t you do that.”
So, with my jumper still on and my trousers pulled down to reveal my bottom, I knelt on the bed and leaned forward to grab hold of the headboard. I tried to keep my hips back and my bottom presented as he licked me with the full length of the belt, giving me a few strokes on one side before moving to the other. It hurt a lot and I thought I was being pretty obedient, overall, but when I was cold again later and told him he should have beaten me more, he said he’d only stopped because I was making so much of fuss.
I did warm up for a little while in the middle there, though, especially when he fucked me right where I was, bent over with my trousers and knickers still bunched around my thighs.
All in all, it wasn’t as cold as the journey to Subversion last Saturday during the worst part of London’s snowfall. It took a frozen two hours each way, to travel a measly couple of kilometres across central London, and the streets looked like this:
Well, the street outside Subversion did anyway; people elsewhere in London were much less stylishly dressed.
Inside, however, it was toasty warm, with free mulled wine to boot. And D and Jacq didn’t finish theirs, so I got to drink those too.
Pretty soon, D was roasting my bottom with hand, ruler and a long, supple leather strap. I was squirming and yelping for a little while before I warmed up, but once I got into it he could have carried on forever.
(Photos by bobette)
Admittedly as soon as we got home, after failing to get a cab and having to wait for a nightbus in the snow, we were all freezing cold. But of course, that just gave us an excuse to huddle under the duvet and warm each other up again…
Consent and negotiation
Posted by Pandora on February 7th, 2012
Consent is complicated, and playing with non-consent can be really difficult to do in a way that feels reassuring and secure for all concerned. This short film, found via Kitty Stryker, offers an awesome introduction to the complexities of non-consent play:
The “obvious answer” to the problem posed by this film is to use a safeword, but safewords can also be pretty complex. There’s a lot to say about safewords, but right now I want to focus on the negotiation part of non-consent play.
Male spanking showcase #2
Posted by Pandora on February 2nd, 2012
As you were so tolerant of my last spanked men picture post, I’m going to indulge myself and do another one.
Making up
Posted by Pandora on February 1st, 2012
The first scene we played, we were making up for lost time. I hadn’t seen Tom for three weeks, and we’d missed each other. As soon as I’d taken my coat off and had a cup of tea, by mutual consent I fell over his knee. Knee, singular. He sat on the corner of the bed and offered one of his sturdy thighs for support. The other remained crooked, at an angle, ready to move in and trap my legs between his.
