I’m still totally full of cold, although I haven’t had the luxury of any time off, this being one of the downsides of business-owning. Oh well, at least work is fun, even when I’m dripping from the face. Still, I wanted to break radio silence to share some exciting news. I’ve known for a week [...]
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Meet the dreamers
Are you still dreaming, or is my website finally online?
Pinch yourself. After six years of inspiration and shooting, three years of production and editing and a year of development, my dream is finally a reality.
Dreams of Spanking has edgy punishment fantasies, historical scenarios, heartfelt dominance and submission, romance, drama, adventure and a hell of a lot of spanking. It has girls and boys being punished together. It has some of the most raw, honest and intense films I’ve ever made, with some of my favourite people. I mean, it goes without saying that you’ll be able to see me getting spanked on there, but I’m not the only one. Let me introduce the amazing performers who have joined me so far:

Spanking superstar Amelia Jane Rutherford, dancer, actor and choreographer. Elegant, graceful, kind, and ever so keen on spanking.

The unbelievably sexy Zille Defeu, a petite redhead with a kinky mind as creatively deviant as she is beautiful.
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Jimmy Holloway, the young man about to take the spanking scene by storm. Switchy, gorgeous, and one of the best actors I’ve ever seen in porn.

Stunning, smart, switchy Adele Haze, who first inspired me to start thinking politically about spanking porn, and has kept me motivated ever since.

My beloved Thomas Cameron: director, actor, storyteller, and absolute expert at spanking me.

The lovely, sharp-witted Caroline Grey, who can upstage me any day and has a wicked switch side when provoked.

Zoe Montana: gorgeous, warm-hearted, fantastic at scolding. My female top of choice for working with new spankees.

Hot, kinky switch Sebastian Hawley, who’d developed a newfound taste for spanking by the end of his first shoot.

Blogger and switch Kaelah: pretty, thoughtful and sincere, who honoured me with her first ever shoot for a commercial site.

My beautiful dominant D: a geek, a pervert and a gentleman. I build the parts of the website that look nice. He built the bits that make it work.

… and, of course, yours truly.
Come dream with us!
The story continues at Spanked in Uniform
One of the things I like best about Spanked in Uniform is the ongoing storylines. I’ve filmed three episodes in total for St Catherine’s Private School for Girls, and the latest one was the second part of my story arc with Amelia Jane Rutherford, The Fourth Detention.
In part 2, Amelia and I are very, very annoyed that the Headmaster doesn’t believe that the two of us were clever enough to have written under multiple pseudonyms, using different writing styles, in our secret underground school magazine. He wants us to name the other girls involved and in detention that day we’d told him that there aren’t any other girls, it was all us. When he says that he’ll punish us every night before bed until we confess, we decide we have to act, and hatch a plan to tell him there were two other girls involved – but giving him the names of two classmates who have since left the school, so he won’t be able to do anything about it.
To our dismay, the Headmaster immediately checks the school register and discovers that the other two aren’t at the school any more; worse, he doesn’t even believe us that they were involved in the magazine before they left!
I had an absolutely lovely time playing this scene: getting to be very young and very conspiratorial with Amelia, and outraged that he won’t believe anything we tell him, and then ever so sorry for ourselves that our hand spanking every night has been changed to a strapping. We got twenty each with the strap (it really hurt, I was wincing as I watched it!), and the last eight were kneeling up with our backs arched, which is a really difficult position to try and maintain while being spanked. Amelia took her strokes first and got extra for moving, so when mine came I tried to stay absolutely still, and the only way I could manage it was by shrieking and sobbing instead. It felt like a story from an Enid Blyton book – we were both such heroines and being treated so badly, it was wonderfully self-indulgent.
My favourite line from this scene was Amelia’s at the end: “When I’m an old lady and I’m 35 I’m going to say to people ‘look at my bottom, look at the scars I’ve got, that’s because of that bastard Headmaster!’”
Website updates new and old
The variable publishing pace of porn production takes some getting used to. As a performer, the rate you work at bears little relation to the rate at which you are published. A month in which you do tonnes of shoots might be one in which no websites release any of your work – and vice versa. Scenarios you filmed years ago and have almost forgotten about might suddenly surface; but sometimes photos or videos go up the week after the shoot, far sooner than you expected. And films which you put your whole heart into and are desperate to share with the world might spend years in post-production.
Although I’m not modelling much for other studios at the moment, only for my own site, a lot of work I did in the last few years seems to be appearing lately. Recent website updates have included an interesting mix of new and old shoots…
New: The Rivalry parts 1 and 2 at Spanked in Uniform, in which Amelia and I are both students at the Rockford School of Dance. Part 1 sees rivalry between the cheerleading and ballet schools as we fight over which of us gets to use a practise room. Amelia played a perfectly horrible character in this one, who made the mistake of delivering the line “I’m a ballerina, I can take pain!” just as Coach Johnson pulled her over his knee for a dose of his hard hand.
In Part 2, she’s sent to join the cheerleading squad as a lesson in humility – and we haven’t been working together long before we start fighting again. The Coach gives us both the strap, and confiscates our knickers for the rest of practise. Of course!
Old: Jobhunting at English Spankers. A job interview at an “adult entertainment” bar includes a spanking in order to demonstrate how discipline will be handled at this particular venue. This was the first spanking video I ever filmed, back in July 2006. It was weird to see it cropping up on the blogs again in the last few weeks.
New: Spanked by my roommate Sarah Gregory for plagiarising her college essay (more about this scene here).
Old: A Blushes-style school punishment photoset at Northern Spanking which surprised me when it came out because I had genuinely forgotten about making it. We shot this back in December 2009 on my last shoot with Niki Flynn. I think the photos look lovely, though, really capturing some of that nostalgic, evocative atmosphere from the classic magazines.
New: Another one from Spanked in Uniform, this time in the European Airlines series. For this one Amelia and I decided it might be fun to be punished for doing something genuinely annoying, and used the scenario to vent our frustration with people who hog aeroplane toilets. Imagine how much more irritating having to wait would be if the reason it was in use for twenty minutes was two air hostesses playing with new false eyelashes…
Old: Two more blasts from the past by , this time republished on Spanking Sarah.
These four poster bed spankings were pretty context free (I think it was meant to be a finishing school, but the atmosphere of the scenes is much more adult), but I just loved playing amid the rich colours and textures of the room. And the paddling and caning were both decently hard, too – I asked for the caning in particular to be quite firm, and I remember having some nice marks after this shoot.
Review: Amelia’s Sunday Spanking
When I first heard that the Restrained Elegance team had launched a separate studio for ambitious, feature-length spanking and bondage films, I wrote an excited post to let you all know. I was particularly keen to see their first and only spanking movie. In my opinion their production values, photography and cinematography are the best you’ll see in our BDSM niche, and while respecting Hywel’s preferred genre, I’ve always been somewhat disappointed that they were using their powers for evil bondage, rather than the hard corporal punishment scenarios that get me really hot.
Well, I’ve been lucky enough to end up with a review copy, and on Wednesday Tom and I sat down to watch it. (NB. Neither Restrained Elegance nor Elegance Studios has an affiliates scheme, and I have no financial interest in this project.)
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Title: Amelia’s Sunday Spanking
Stars: Amelia Jane Rutherford and Hywel Phillips (who also collaboratively wrote, produced, crewed and directed it!)
Running time: 1 hour 8 minutes
Price: €32.90 (as mp4 download or burnable PAL DVD)
Implements: hand, hairbrush, heavy leather strap, light cane, multi-tailed tawse, heavy cane.
Theme: Real punishment, domestic discipline

This is a genuine domestic discipline movie, by a real couple who haven’t really portrayed domestic discipline on film before. Hywel doesn’t have much opportunity to focus on spanking during the normal course of his work on Restrained Elegance. Amelia is one of the most skilful actors in the whole industry, and is far more usually to be seen playing a part than being her day-to-day self with her real life BDM (“boyfriend/dom/master”).
The format is four weekly discipline encounters, each one taking place on a Sunday to deal with the misdemeanours accumulated during the week. This results in an hour long movie in which each punishment takes place on Amelia’s unmarked bottom – a novel way around the problems usually arising from shooting a spanking feature on location over one or two consecutive days.
The style is candid, with Hywel occasionally nipping off camera to correct shot angles/focus/other technical wizardry. At once point in the second scene, some technical error or other results in a minute of downtime, during which rolling text apologises for the fault, telling us that while Hywel was getting things up and running again, “meanwhile, Amelia’s mind wanders and wanders…”
In some ways this sums up the emotional landscape of the film. Hywel has a very steady, unflappable personality. He is incredibly clever, hardworking, and although he’s a dominant and sadist, he’s fundamentally a calm and gentle person. By contrast (and contrary to the persona she plays in many spanking films), Amelia is up-tempo, highly distractable, somewhat giddy and fluffy, and ever so perceptive, empathic and tactful. It’s quite rare to see either of them spend this much time on camera without putting on a persona, and the dynamic which arises between them is delightful to watch. Where Amelia chatters, negotiates and giggles, with an artless charm which would have many a top wrapped around her little finger, Hywel is steadfast, a solid rock around which her butterfly dances. He is not without a twinkle in his eye, and a lot of the dialogue in this film will have you giggling along with Amelia – and Hywel can hardly be said to keep a straight face throughout. But the sense of humour in their interaction by no means weakens the intensity of their D/S dynamic, and even as Hywel is grinning at the ridiculous, he stands firm and successfully imposes his will.

The premise of the film is centred around the idea of a punishment book, in which Amelia must write down the things she does wrong during the week. Some of these are drawn from existing household rules (under the structure of their D/S relationship, she is obliged to ask permission before entering his study or putting her shoes on, and to keep her feet well moisturised – Hywel has a bit of a foot thing, as anyone familiar with Restrained Elegance will know); others are identified by Hywel on the spot. The latter category result in some hilariously unexpected misdeeds. My favourites included:
- “Failing to welcome Hywel home properly and speaking in a silly voice”
- “Claiming to have a PhD while making fudge”
- “Hitting a light with a cardboard tube while pretending to be Mr. Punch.”
In addition, every misbehaviour which arises during the punishment itself is, of course, written in the book – and Amelia spends a fair amount of time adding things to next week’s list, a process which becomes somewhat recursive as “Petulant behaviour while writing in the punishment book” becomes something for which she is punished. One of the most amusing moments in the film is when she accidentally, forgetting to put the pen down, scribbles on the sofa while being spanked. It’s even funnier when she manages to do it again in the second scene, and Hywel’s amusement and her (admittedly somewhat amused) horror are brilliant to watch.

Scene 1 consists of an over the knee hairbrush spanking, during which Amelia is obliged to read out the contents of the book to date (and adds no few items to the list). This includes some hand spanking after the cold – and evidently painful – hairbrush spanking, and concludes with an unexpectedly intense session with the leather strap (18 strokes, I think, but don’t quote me on that). The strapping was hard, clearly very difficult for Amelia (I felt ever so sorry for her!) and very hot, but I’m afraid for me the appeal was lessened by several extended slow-motion sequences, which were particularly disruptive as they were accompanied by slowed down, lower-pitch sound. I don’t know if this was a deliberate choice or a necessary means of covering some technical glitch, but I found it jarring. Thankfully the device wasn’t re-used in any of the later scenes.
After the strapping Hywel, exuding coldness, leaves Amelia for 5 minutes time out, facedown on the sofa with her red bottom on display and instructions not to remove her hands from her head. There follows a wonderfully intimate interlude during which Amelia confides in the camera about how she’s feeling, including the sudden realisation that perhaps she’s not meant to be talking to the camera, how much harder it is being spanked on film without the protection of a character to hide behind, and how much she wants to rub her bottom.
Scene 2 begins with Amelia being “woken up” late on Sunday morning – the first obviously staged moment in the film. There follows an over the knee hand spanking and a caning, during which Amelia is obliged to maintain a difficult all-fours position with her bottom thrust out and vulnerable. The hand spanking includes one of my favourite lines of the film, as Amelia, pinned over the knee and being soundly spanked, wails “Ouuuuch! Ow! Hywel! Ohhhh, I wish your name didn’t sound so much like ‘ow’!”

Scene 3 opens with Amelia bringing in a teapot, and Hywel reminding her that today is Sunday, and she knows what that means. Again, while this is clearly staged – Amelia must surely have known they were about to start filming, in order to do her hair/makeup if nothing else – it’s charming, and gels well with the other genuinely candid aspects of the film.
(Amelia: Can’t I at least have my tea first?
Hywel: No, of course you can’t!
Unspeakable tyranny!)

The following scene is, in my opinion, the strongest in the film. The dialogue is highly entertaining, with some hilarious misdeeds and a number of rather brazen negotiation attempts. Amelia is sentenced to a hundred strokes with the strap (“I’m not saying ‘Thankyou, sir’ one hundred times!”), the first ten over her jeans and the rest on the bare. Over the course of the punishment she gradually stops resisting and her submission becomes more sincere. She looks stunningly beautiful throughout, and it clearly genuinely hurts. At one point Hywel threatens to use his belt if she doesn’t behave better, and I endured a few minutes of disappointment that this hadn’t, in fact, taken place before he did indeed stop, put the strap down, draw his belt through his belt loops and continue the punishment with the heavier, thuddier leather belt. Genuine hotness.
At the end of the strapping/belting Amelia pledges to do better, and to maintain a clean slate throughout the final week. Scene 4 is the consequence of her failing to do so at the last hurdle, and is an intense bedroom caning in which the ever-mobile Amelia is penalised an extra stroke every time she breaks position. Finally, she loses her giddy edge, stops talking back, and the result is an intense discipline scenario with serious emotional impact.
Who won’t like this film: People who want to see severe CP that leaves dark welts and bruises; anyone who prefers discipline scenarios which are wholly embedded in fantasy, rather than candid. This is also probably not a film to watch if you have recently ended a relationship, are still looking for a discipline partner, or otherwise have a sore spot when it comes to watching loving kinky intimacy.
Who will like this film: CP enthusiasts with a sense of humour, fans of AJR (who isn’t?) who want to get to know her a little better, anyone who wants to watch genuine domestic discipline, dominance and submission, and unrehearsed scenarios with sparkling chemistry and intimacy.
I’d particularly recommend this as a film for couples to watch to get them in the mood to play. While it wasn’t quite brutal enough to make me helplessly aroused (I always find it a bit tricky to react this way to things starring people I know, anyway), it certainly put me in the mood for a spanking and made me hungry for a D/S session with my lover. Anyone who likes their spanking hard, real and with high production values will find something to enjoy in this excellent first production from an exciting new studio.
The “salute caning”
The latest Spanked in Uniform update is my first appearance in the new Southport Naval Academy series, featuring white sailor suits, excellent hats, and shiny gold epaulettes for Captain Johnson.
New cadets Amelia and Pandora earned themselves an on-the-spot spanking on the deck of a Naval ship for leaving the tour group to rush off and look at a school of dolphins. (To be fair, dolphins are VERY exciting, especially to earnest new cadets with an interest in marine biology.)
Back at the Academy, the Captain expresses his disappointment in both girls and sentences them to his special “salute caning”. Twelve hard strokes each, with a salute after each set of three and a promise to obey – while the other has to stand and watch, saluting all the while.
It sounds silly, but we both got really into it. The strokes were hard, and the salutes gave the whole thing a lovely gravitas and ceremony. By the end, our promises of obedience were truly heartfelt. We both felt our cadets had a very high opinion of their Captain and wanted to make him proud. I rather think that all military canings should include salutes from now on.
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Pirates and slavegirls and bondage, oh my
Immediately after getting back from Germany, I was plunged straight into a whirlwind of activity shooting with the lovely folks of Restrained Elegance for three days of shoot trade: one day for their site, and two days for mine.
I was more than a little nervous about this shoot. I’ve been a fan of Restrained Elegance for ages – even though the doesn’t much cater to my primary kink, the quality of their work is undeniable. I think I can safely say that they are the most professional, aesthetically stylish, cinematically ambitious UK kink production company.
I’m not bendy enough to be a serious bondage model – and rope isn’t a strong enough kink for me to want to explore it for the love alone. So, while admiring the beauty of Restrained Elegance’s films and photosets, I felt it was unlikely I’d ever work for them. And yet somehow the idea was mooted, during a conversation with Amelia Jane Rutherford about booking her for my forthcoming site. Her partner Hywel, the genius behind Restrained Elegance, seemed willing, and it was agreed.
Nerves set in almost immediately. Would it matter that I don’t really fit the glamour model look, especially not now my body’s changing shape? And how would it feel producing/directing a two day shoot in my low-tech production mode with two of the most accomplished, experienced filmmakers in the business?
I’d say that of course I needn’t have worried, because AJR and Hywel are also two of the loveliest, most generous, pleasant people I’ve ever worked with, and I can’t imagine them ever being tactless about operating on a less ambitious scale than usual for a new baby website. Except actually, I think worrying about it was quite good for me: it meant I upped my game in terms of pre-shoot planning, and was much more organised than usual. I’d like to think that I’ll continue to be a bit better prepared now for future shoots. I learned a huge amount from working with them and watching them work, and was a bit overwhelmed by the whole experience – but in a good way.
Amelia was in charge of coming up with ideas for the Restrained Elegance shoot, and I think a little creative one-up-womanship snuck in as we emailed scenarios back and forth. She proposed 1940s interrogations, lady pirates tied together by their hair, captives in predicament bondage, and slavegirls playing a chess game with BDSM forfeits. Not to be outdone, I threw Victorian ghost stories, con-artists, underground D/S clubs, sword-fighting superheroes and food porn into the ring.
Of course, it wasn’t a competition – but I think both of us appreciated the chance to write scenes which were a little wilder than the content we usually get to shoot. Amelia/Ariel and I have a lot of overlapping tastes, and are both somewhat unusual in the spanking industry in being interested in willing submission as well as the more traditional role of unwilling spankee (although technically Amelia-Jane Rutherford isn’t ever submissive – she leaves that to her alter ego, Ariel Anderssen). As I was fretting about not looking enough like a glamour model, Hywel was keen to take advantage of shooting with a genuinely kinky player, and shoot some BDSM videos that would be beyond the limits of many of the models they work with. We both ended up with a good balance, I think; each coming away with a couple of classic scenarios, and one or two entirely off-the-wall ones. I think it’s a toss up whether their chess-game-with-forfeits or my canings-with-dessert video was the looniest…
I’m told that the first video from this shoot will be published on Restrained Elegance towards the end of October, and I’ll be able to share more details about the things we shot for my site with you all very soon. In the meantime, Hywel has been good enough to send me screengrabs of the chess game and the pirates in bondage, and I don’t think he’d mind if I showed some of them to you:
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Raw recruits
Do you have any kinks that go beyond the sexual? Ideas, themes or motifs which appeal to you so much that you hungrily devour any media which contain them with an enthusiasm that verges on compulsion, feeling a naughty thrill at the indulgence but not necessarily becoming physically aroused? School stories are one example, for me. I enjoy immersing myself in the fantasy regardless of whether corporal punishment is mentioned – the context itself holds its own escapist appeal, and I will devour stories based in this setting even if they don’t make me sexually excited.
Military stories take me the same way. Like boarding school stories, they represent a context into which I would never volunteer myself, a reality I would hate. Despite this – or perhaps because of it – they grip my imagination.
I am a particular sucker for the cadet narrative. Raw recruits, signed up for their own reasons, victims of circumstance. Perhaps dreaming of honour and glory. Thinking they know what’s coming. Of course, you and I, the readers, know what’s coming even if the characters don’t. The predictability of the framework is part of its appeal.
Drill and discipline are brutal; the days are long and hard and tedious. The recruits learn humility digging latrines and doing other dirty tasks. Disobedience is dealt with harshly. They learn to work hard, to work together, and they are physically pushed beyond breaking point, hammered through an ugly, repetitive sequence of physical tasks. Being broken down and built back up again.¹ Each hardship represents the recruits becoming harder, hardened – if they survive it.
It’s a bizarre fantasy for a self-employed, independent, liberal nerd to have, and my enjoyment isn’t even overtly sexual. I love the whole predictable, harsh, gritty endurance narrative. I like the importance of pragmatism and a dark sense of humour in these stories. I love watching the relationships unfold within the unit; watching your favourite character slowly rise through the ranks; watching the raw recruits slowly grow up into seasoned veterans. Some people are hooked on crime thrillers or romance novels. I like military training stories, particularly those in fantasy or sci-fi settings divorced from the complexities of real-world international politics.²
I stuck with the Girl Guides for years simply because the camping trips and outdoor pursuits let me dabble in the military fantasy without the commitment of becoming a real cadet. Long hikes, obstacle courses, uniform inspections, learning to shoot with a rifle and bow, getting covered in mud and pushing myself until my muscles ached – I hated sport at school, but in this semi-escapist, semi-institutional setting I lapped it up. (Later I discovered Live Action Role Play, which ticked a lot of the same boxes, but lacked the institutional structure and hierarchy that gave Guiding some of its edgy appeal.)
When I found out that Spanked in Uniform were launching a new military series, I got a bit over-excited. I found out that they’d done some outdoor shooting with tents, camo nets and real mud, and I was practically bouncing with glee. Where could I sign up? I love being in the woods, and the excuse to get dirty and shouted at while pretending to be someone else would be the icing on the cake. And of course, this would be Cadet Blake’s first appearance in the Montgomery Military Academy. She’d be a raw recruit.
In the end, weather and time were against us, and we didn’t make it out on location. (I hope we manage it next time, though.) But to make up for it, I was entering the Academy with fellow cadet Amelia-Jane Rutherford. We were rebellious youths consigned to the Academy by our parents after all other attempts to school us had failed. In my head, we hadn’t done anything awful, nothing worse than traditional youthful pursuits such as smoking pot, having sex or persistently staying up all night playing videogames. But our parents were very conservative and very strict, and when our grades dropped they decided that a prestigious military boarding school would do just the trick.
You know the rest; I don’t have to tell you how it goes. But if, like me, you want to watch it all unfold with delicious inevitability, you can do so over at Spanked in Uniform.
1. In that respect I suppose it’s got the same emotional satisfaction as an intense D/S scene, only extended over a much longer period of time, and to a much greater extent. The ultimate idea of successful military training, after all, is to break down the self permanently and completely, replace it with a marching, drilling, fighting automaton that does and thinks whatever it’s told.
2. My favourites to date: The Deed of Paksennarion by Elizabeth Moon, a gritty and practical soldiers-eye view of traditional high fantasy, culminating in some classically dark torture porn. There Will Be Dragons by John Ringo, a post-apocalyptic sci-fi which combines the soldiers-eye view with some fascinating insights into the big picture, long term strategy and the pros and cons of different military structures (and some unexpected BDSM advocacy). Oh, and Boot Camp remains to date the only reality TV series I’ve ever watched. I was addicted to it.³
3. Catherine has just reminded me about two brilliant spanking fics based on the show by Moxy Irish, which I read years ago and absolutely loved. How could I forget? Here they are: Boot Camp and After Boot Camp.

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