Posted at 01:45 on 22 Jan 2012 by Pandora / Blake
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:
- Sharing the party with three of my "real life" friends.
It was the first time Adele and Jimmy had brought their girlfriend Shona to a scene event. I've known her for years, and the pleasure of sharing this new context with her not only improved the gathering, it felt like a strengthening and affirmation of our existing friendship.
Getting to play for the first time (off camera) with the beautiful Jimmy Holloway.
I've liked the idea since we first filmed together, but we were housemates for a while and I didn't feel ready to ask. That weekend he was glowing with new relationship energy and looking as grounded and happy as I've ever seen him. I decided to risk it. "Would you like to play a bit?"
"Yeah," he said, smiling, "alright."
"Which way round, do you think?" To my delight, I discovered I had no expectations or preference.
"Hrrrm," he replied, "I think I'm feeling quite bottomy today." Brilliant, perfect. The other way round would have been perfect too. It was all good.
So I found myself topping my gorgeous mate with his two girlfriends watching. No pressure, like. I suggested he bend over the back of the sofa and drew down his trousers to reveal his shapely behind. I've spent long hours gazing at this bottom in post-production and will admit to indulging the occasional unprofessional thought.
I greatly enjoyed the chance to test my hand spanking skills, and then give the prettily suffering Mr Holloway some strokes of the cane (although my accuracy was not at its best using his preferred thin and whippy style - more practice clearly required).
- Possibly in retribution for that one cane stroke which landed ever so slightly too high on her boyfriend's derriére, I also went over Adele Haze's knee for a hand spanking. It was light-hearted, affectionate and deliciously familiar, although we haven't really played that often.
I heard that a group of people were playing a school scene in the studio. Envisaging loud, shrieking brattiness and not a schoolboy in sight, I thought I wasn't particularly interested. A few minutes later, Caroline Grey whirled past with a tartan miniskirt in one hand and a school shirt in the other. "Pandora," she hollered cheerfully, "come and be a schoolgirl with me!"
My doubts instantly evaporated. "Okay!" I yelled, and joined the group of adult women diving into Northern Spanking's pile of mismatched, too-short school skirts.
- I was right - there weren't any schoolboys, at least at first - but somehow the drunken high spirits I'd anticipated seemed perfectly tolerable once I was part of them. Paul and another male top I didn't know very well were leading the class, and largely being outnumbered and outfoxed by an ever-growing group of sarcastic, laughing bottoms bent on mischief. Bottles were passed around under the desks, banter and witty retorts flew back and forth, a new girl in hastily-assembled costume joined the class every five minutes (and, eventually, one brave schoolboy!), and spankings were dished out to all and sundry. At this stage they weren't particularly hard, which came as a relief to my relatively unspanked bottom, but also gave the class liberty to grow increasingly out of control.
- Just as I was starting to tire of the chaos, the door slammed and in came Matron, Lucy's formidable character from Bars and Stripes. With one yell and a quick round of truly vicious hand tawsings, she subdued the class into obedience. It was impressive and thrilling to watch, and no, I didn't earn myself a taste of the belt.
- Others did, however. Horrible, fascinating, and hot. I loved the dynamic between Lucy and Cate Stoker as Cate stood up for a second (or was it third?) time, and Matron barked simply, "Stoker! Hands. Eyes," gesturing for Cate to meet her gaze; and she did, and kept it, barely flinching throughout at least half a dozen hard strokes. The air between them seemed to be crackling.
Amy Hunter joined us in the persona of Amelie Hammond-Grant, making the whole thing an unholy mash-up of Northern's school scenes, Bars and Mrs Darling's Academy. (With Matron shouting Woodhouse! in one ear and Miss Hammond-Grant Caoilfhionn! in the other, poor Emma-Jane wailed "I don't even know who I am!")
As Amy and Lucy teamed up to maintain order, a new punishment was born - new to me, anyway. In Amy's words:
The highlight? Hand-tawsing of ultimate joy whilst Lucy and I were doing our new party trick of simultaneous, synchronised hand-tawsing on Leia-Ann (taking one hand each apparently Miss Hammond-Grant wasnt holding back) her classmates took sudden pity on her and asked if her final stroke could be donated as one each to all of them.
Naturally Lucy and I agreed straight away, and were then presented with the hottest sight ever a semi-circle of girls (and boy) in school uniform, each holding out a hand towards us. Delicious.
And yes, one of those hands was mine.
- When it was Simon's turn for a taste of this new, cruel and unusual punishment, we couldn't really pull the same trick again. Although coping far better than I would have, he was struggling a little - I mean, as you would - but all of us were leaning forward, quietly cheering him on. With every stroke, quietly murmuring encouragement - come on, you can do it, wow, fucking hell, brave boy, come on - holding our breath as one, thumping the desks, drumming our feet on the floor. We were all there with him, feeling his pain, willing him to make it, and when it ended we burst into spontaneous applause. Amazing atmosphere.
I didn't escape trouble entirely, however. Continuing the theme of my Finishing School days, I managed to inadvertently maintain my reputation as Little Miss Queer Visibility. Matron kept telling us off for "batting our eyes" at her, scoffing "I'm not a MAN, girls! That won't work with me!" which resulted, of course, in me muttering "Well, she might be gay." Up to the front I was summoned, where my big mouth earned me a searing double caning.
It also resulted in the line "I like COCK!" bellowed at full Matronly capacity, which I don't think any of us will ever forget.
(One of the things I like about playing with these ladies: the atmosphere of restrained stoicism which accompanies the public punishments. Strokes hard enough to break the skin elicit barely more than a gasp, and those deemed to be making too much fuss are told, affectionately, and with a twinkle in the eye, to "man up". Dodgy out of scene, hot in scene, especially between female friends. It makes me think of how much more likely you'd be to hold it in if you really were caned in front of your mates at school; it ups the ante; and makes the whole thing feel more real, and somehow more grown-up.)
I bowed out before the double canings started in earnest, and missed the epic beatings of EJ and Simon, although I heard about them later. I rejoined the party and decompressed a little. When the school scene broke up, Caroline came and told me all about it.
Caroline and I had topped each other on our last film shoot, and without really discussing it, somehow we ended up revisiting that dynamic. As the champagne flowed, we merrily exchanged beatings in private and public. No dominance and submission, no roleplay, nothing but friendly, exuberant, hard play.
In a quiet corner by the stairs, she whacked me with a leather paddle, and then enthusiastically talked me into bending over her knee as she stood up. "Come on, right over, so you're dangling with your feet off the floor. I love this. Don't you love it?"
"Yeah, I love it!"
"No, put your weight right on me. Don't be scared: I'm strong, I do yoga."
So I leaned right over and dangled my feet, and she whacked me some more while I got dizzy. It was awesome.
Back in the lounge, I got my revenge as she lay over my lap on the sofa. Inhibitions fled, I found out how hard I could spank when I put my mind to it. I'm still a bit of a nervous, newbie top, and even when I'm whaling on someone I tend to stop very frequently to check in. "How's that?"
"Your hand is surprisingly thuddy, given it's so small!"
- We took turns bending over for strokes with a shockingly thick cane ("The thickest one!" we told Shona when she offered to fetch one, not realising the range of Lucy and Paul's collection.) It was about half an inch thick, and we amused ourselves by cheerfully battering each other with it.
- While I was on the receiving end, Emma Jane joined us and asked if she could give me a few. Common sense blunted by alcohol, I chirped, "Sure!"... and then learned quite where EJ gets her reputation for gleeful sadism. Since I'm the same when I'm topping, I couldn't really complain. She did insist on landing as many as she could right on the crease, which was already sporting some vivid welts courtesy of Miss Hammond-Grant. I'm sure I'll get my revenge at some point.
After all that trouble-seeking energy the wind down was perfect, too. Chats, hugs, recuperating in the hot tub. I crashed out in my sleeping bag right in the middle of the party sometime between 3 and 4am, and slept like a babe.
The next morning we collectively nursed bottoms and hangovers before reluctantly parting ways. "It's really weird", said Caroline, coming into the kitchen, "but every time I hang out with you guys I wake up the next morning feeling like someone's repeatedly hit me on the ass. Why is that?"
Hooray for brilliant friends who will beat you and let you beat them. Hooray for exploring new dynamics that don't need dom or sub, sharing intense experiences as equals, and egging each other on to take as much as I ever do when submissive. Hooray for letting my top side out to play. And hooray to Lucy and Paul for knowing such excellent people, and throwing truly epic parties.
I was bruised for a week, by the way. Amy and Lucy started it and Caroline may have helped, but I pretty much entirely blame EJ.