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TASSP: first night

Posted at 17:55 on 1 Jul 2012 by Pandora / Blake

Tags: Amelia Jane Rutherford, kink, Performers and producers, Photos, Princess Kelley, Sarah Gregory, Sarah Gregory Spanking, switching, TASSP, Ten Amorette

Paul Rogers had arranged for Amelia and I to stay in the second bedroom of his three room suite (this hotel was unbelievably lavish by UK standards and I'm told it wasn't exceptional). We were sharing the room with a lovely couple from Oklahoma, Shay Elizabeth and OKC_Sir, and their puppy who was in training to be a service dog.

Photo (c) From the Ark Studio. The puppy cuddling Miss Chris, who I also met for the first time that night. Photo (c) From the Ark Studio.

At the moment I arrived at the suite Sarah Gregory was shooting a group scene for her site, in which a boisterous handful of tennis players (Sarah, Ten, Shay, Christie Cutie and Casey Calvert) are paddled by their coach for getting drunk and missing a tournament.

Photo (c) Sarah Gregory Spanking

It was all a bit hectic with people arriving, coming and going, delivering groceries and running errands, and somehow Sarah ended up short of a camera operator. She asked if I'd mind jumping in. Sure, why the hell not. I love being behind the camera almost as much as I love being in front of it, and it was a nice warm-up to the main party to get to know a few of the other models. Sarah had the foresight to provide an actual bottle of liqueur, which was bright pink, tasted pleasantly of sweet lemonade, and branded "Kinky"! The camerawoman may have had an illicit swig or too as well as the naughty tennis team.

Photo (c) Sarah Gregory Spanking

Almost before we'd finished filming, the opening Thursday night party began in Paul's suite. The large meeting table was piled high with implements, a giant chaotic stack of straps and rulers and paddles - it was quite a sight to behold. The suite had parties in it pretty much non-stop over the weekend, and the room quickly filled with people.

Suddenly I discovered what it's like to be sort-of famous, and I realised I didn't like it. It felt like half the people in the room were staring at me, and it also felt like a lot of the starers were older guys, including some who came and stood too close to me without even saying hello. Perhaps I just suck at large groups where I don't know many people, but I started to feel a bit uncomfortably hemmed in. Then there were the guys crowding round all too eager to say hi, but who didn't seem to know what to say after that, and left it to me to keep the conversation going. I decided that if I was going to warm up to this party I was going to need a drink, and fled downstairs to the hotel bar.

Perhaps this was cowardly of me, but it turned out to be a good decision. Amelia came with me and we were immediately hailed by a small group of people, a mixture of familiar and unknown faces. I recognised Miss Chris and Jenni Mack, and was introduced to their friends Miss Rosa, Andrew and Larry. They were all lovely and welcoming and I felt instantly at ease. We shared a couple of drinks, talked spanking and shop, and my social energy started to flow.

Photo (c) From the Ark Studio. The adorable Jenni Mack. Photo (c) From the Ark Studio.

Back upstairs, I met a cute pair called Michael and Zoe, who had just met and were both new to parties. We sat on the floor in the hallway and chatted a bit. One older guy who was listening to the conversation but hadn't introduced himself sat down close beside me and pressed his hand up against my bottom. I was feeling a bit more sure of myself now so rather than running away again, I turned to him and asked sharply if that was his hand, and he quickly got up and left.

Everyone had name tags, which were adorable: they had a little map of Texas colour-coded according to your party orientation. There had been a mix-up with mine and it had the colour for bottom, which was an easy mistake to make - I've not been out as a switch long - but it was a little inconvenient, as if I was going to play this weekend I was mostly interested in topping. To my enduring relief and gratitude Kelley found time among all her other tasks to sort me out with a new one which was the right colour, bless her.

After a while I ventured back into the suite, and was introduced to Dana Specht, whom I'd heard so much about from Sarah Gregory. She is charming and a bit intimidating in person, but very warm and gracious. Dana had just been punishing a naughty boy called Hogtie, and he was in the corner for everyone to look at. She took me to inspect the marks on his bottom. It was starting to feel a little less like an awkward social and a bit more like a play party now. At one point Shay, who was trying to take a photo of her husband OKC_Sir with something silly on his head (I can't remember what!), dragged me into her prank. I distracted him while Shay and another girl took the photo. Of course it earned a trip for all three of us across his knee - my first spanking of the party!

As I relaxed into the evening, a strikingly handsome young man caught my eye. He looked like a male model: Italian colouring, curly short black hair, big brown eyes, open face and great body. It was his first spanking party too, so we agreed to be newbies together and quickly hit it off. As we got chatting I realised he was confident and interesting, and seemed like a genuinely sweet guy. And - even better - his nametag said he was a switch. I started to hope I'd be able to arrange some playtime with him over the weekend.

I'd planned to enjoy the friendship and flirtation first, lead up to it gently, but it all ended up happening much more quickly than that.

I'd excused myself from chatting to the hot Italian, whose name was Vincent, and went to grab Kelley to make last-minute plans for the demo we were giving the next morning. While I was finalising details with her I saw Vincent wander over to the Table of Implements and start picking things up and looking them over. Perhaps he was just finding something to occupy himself, or simply curious, but I had sudden visions of him kicking off a scene with someone else before I'd had a chance to make my move. Of course I didn't mind sharing, but damnit, I'd found him first! I realised I was going to have to act now if I didn't want to lose him to someone else that evening. So up I jumped.

He put his hands on the wall and stuck his bottom out very fetchingly for a spanking. Everyone was watching and the mood was very lighthearted, but it was still an absolute treat to bare his tanned, shapely butt. Wow, this guy clearly worked out. Aware that he hadn't had much play experience I started relatively lightly, but he was eating it up. I spanked him with my hand and strapped him with a couple of leather toys (although the table was a bit short of decent leather). He wasn't reacting very much and the room was quite noisy, so I checked in with him. "Is this not hurting you at all, or are you just being a bit macho?"

"I -" He started to say something else, then checked himself with a laugh. "Ha. It's not too bad, but... a bit macho, I guess."

"Okay. I haven't played with you before, so I do need to have some feedback so I know how it's affecting you."

He nodded. When I started spanking him again he made the effort to be a bit more vocal. "Mm. Oh! Oh damn." I don't know if it was a put-on but it was still fucking hot.

Earlier he'd expressed an interest in the cane, and it's my absolute favourite implement to use as a top, so I asked him if he wanted a taste. I gave him six of the best, medium-light, hard enough to make him jump but leaving lots of room for more play over the weekend. He took them well and looked great. We shared a hug. I told him I wasn't interested in switching that night, but that he should look me up over the weekend and return the favour.

A sneak preview: the following night, me over Vincent's knee

It was around 11pm, so conscious of my early start the next day I headed to bed. Amelia had turned in already. We were right next door to the party so I put my earplugs in and snuggled down. I slept for a couple of hours, then woke around 1am and lay awake for at least an hour listening to the loud smacking sounds coming through the closed door, clearly audible even through my earplugs. As the insomnia wore me down I started hating everything to do with spanking, and never wanted to have anything to do with it ever again. Eventually however I managed to sleep, and by the morning - thankfully - I'd changed my mind.


I am so sorry this happened. Had I known, his ass would have been GONE!

Pandora was FANTASTIC at TASSP!


[...] Part 1: Texas: pre-party shooting Part 2: TASSP: first night [...]

"One older guy who was listening to the conversation but hadn’t introduced himself sat down close beside me and pressed his hand up against my bottom"

Kudos for dealing with this firmly and calmly but isn't that just common sexual harassment?

Common or garden sexual harassment, yep - TASSP was pretty rife with it, but I don't know if it would have been as much of a problem for women who weren't models attending in a professional capacity. (Disclosure: I wasn't paid to attend the party, but my ticket, flights and accommodation were provided in exchange for a couple of day's shooting before and after the party. I inevitably ended up working at various points over the weekend as well). The event was promoted using our presence as an attraction, and I think a lot of single guys showed up feeling entitled to attention because they'd paid for their ticket. I'd become more adept at challenging it by the end of the weekend, but that first night it made me blink a bit.

[...] nap I dreamed of the party; of having breakfast with everyone on the last day, of hugging Alex and Vincent and Jade. In my dream we were all unable to tear ourselves away from each other, and everyone [...]

[…] I enjoyed a lovely warm up spanking from Whooperine. We hadn’t had a chance to play since our first meeting at TASSP 2012. I think we’ve both come a long way since then. While over Whooperine’s lap I found an […]

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