I haven’t done a hyperkinks post in months – but don’t worry, I’m not going to attempt a complete catch up. Just a brief glimpse at some of the interesting and sexy things that have populated the internet in the last couple of weeks. Kink Feminist S&M Lessons from the Seduction Community by Clarisse Thorn. [...]
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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:
Ping pong paddling
There’s been a photoset going up on Northern Spanking over the last few weeks which I first blogged about a month ago. It’s called ‘Pandora and the Tutor’, and is of interest not only for its evocative Blushes-era atmosphere, but because when the first update came out I was astonished – for the first time ever, I had apparently genuinely forgotten about a scene. I had no memory of shooting those pictures at all.
The thing is that I hadn’t forgotten shooting all of it. I’d only forgotten the first half, upstairs, in which the tutor scolds me, spanks me over his knee, and forces me to adopt undignifying positions over a chair for further punishment. This isn’t an ordinary detention – it’s prolonged, horrible, a Friday night when everyone else has gone home, alone with this awful old man* with no way of knowing how far it’s going to go, and no way to stop him.
*Michael Stamp is brilliant really, and not actually very old, despite the receding hairline.
Dissatisfied with my humiliation over the chair, the tutor decides that further methods are necessary. I am handed a PE kit and sent down the echoing stairs to the basement, where I’m to get changed and await him.
It’s gloomy and dusty in the basement. There’s a few odds and ends down here – a games table, some gym equipment – but it doesn’t see much use. Goosepimples prickle my arms as I get changed. The PE kit isn’t much of one, really: gym knickers and a vest. That’s it. It’s so cold I can’t bear to go barefoot, so I keep my school shoes and socks on and hope I won’t get into more trouble for it. I huddle by the only radiator while I wait, shivering, for the sound of footsteps on the stair.
I remember shooting the next part.
Altogether, it was a deliciously unpleasant, non-consensual, abusive sort of school scene, exactly the sort of fantasy to get me all hot and bothered inside my gym knickers. I got to wallow in victimhood and feel thoroughly sorry for myself, especially when the tutor put me into the diaper position on the ping pong table.
How unimaginably awful! I didn’t know where to look: I certainly couldn’t look at him. Thank god he didn’t make me take my knickers off first. But the ping pong paddle hurt much, much worse when my bottom was all exposed like that, with the skin stretched tight and him deliberately aiming the whacks above the knickers, right on the most vulnerable part of my thighs.
Oh, I loved it really. Love love loved it.
Yes – of course I remembered that ping pong spanking. It was so exciting that it apparently eclipsed the whole previous section of the scene entirely from my memory.
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.
BDSM in the UK: spanking, the media and the law
Here is the text and video recording of my talk at German fetish advocacy conference BDSMtag. Many thanks to Ludwig for asking the interview questions and providing many interesting conversations about BDSM, society and politics over the course of the weekend.
The first minute and a half of the video is Ludwig’s introduction to the German speaking audience, but the rest of the video is in English.
For those who prefer a written version, here are my notes in full. (This is the text I produced while preparing the talk, not a transcript of the video, so there are some discrepancies between the two.)
Kinky with housemates
It’s a problem familiar to many of us. How to indulge in sexy kinky shenanigans when you have housemates, without either dying of embarrassment or making them die of embarrassment, lose their sleep, or make bumping into them in the kitchen even more awkward than usual?
I’m currently living in my fourth house share since leaving university, and I seem to have got on fairly well in that time. I’ve always been pretty blazé about my sexuality, though, so if you are more inclined to crippling self-consciousness about all things sex or kink-related, my perspective may not be very useful. Still, I’ve had enough experience juggling play partners and housemates to be able to offer some basic advice. (This guide omits Method 0: Don’t give a fuck.)
Method 1: Have kinky housemates
This is the obvious first step to make everything easier. You don’t have to be play partners with your housemates, or even like them very much, for it to come in useful that they are also kinky (although obviously living with people you don’t get on with has other disadvantages). You don’t have to meet people through the BDSM/spanking scene, either – most of my housemates have been drawn from the pool of random alt/goth/hippy/raver types I meet in person, and the nerdy/academic/gamer types I know online, and a surprisingly high proportion of them have been kinky in one way or another. You don’t have to have the same kinks – if they have adventurous sexual tastes themselves, they are likely to be more tolerant of yours.
There are advantages other than not having to worry about being overheard when you play. For instance, when your housemate gets a DIY-handy friend around to climb into the attic and put a hard point in his ceiling, you can ask if he can put one in yours while he’s at it.
The flipside is that your work or film night might well be interrupted by noises from next door, and if your housemate is a screamer or likes to play hard/rough games, you can find yourself sitting on your hands to force yourself not to go and check if they’re okay. (Don’t go and check if they’re okay. Not unless you know they’re meeting someone new and have asked you to keep an ear out. A “Have fun last night?” at breakfast will tell you all you need to know.)
For that matter, if you know you’re going to be engaging in a violent, loud or edgy scene, check in with your housemates in advance and let them know what’s going to be happening. It’ll save on undue worry – and give them a chance to make other arrangements if they’d planned to have a friend over for a quiet night watching TV.
Of course, having kinky housemates can have unforeseen consequences. My first kinky houseshare was with S, a close friend who shared many of my lovers, and another mutual friend, M, who was single. It had its funny side: M would answer the door to a caller and ask which bedroom Sir or Madam wished to be directed to. But M’s bedroom was between our two, and the poor thing did suffer for it. One evening I had a date with S’s long term top, and S was taking the opportunity for a playdate with someone new. As my date and I started playing, we began to hear telltale smacking sounds wafting in through the open window. Clearly S was having just as much fun as we were. It was when my date realised that he was inadvertently hitting me in time with the rhythmic noises from down the corridor that we both had to stop because we were laughing too hard to carry on. He had to put some music on before we could keep going. And all this time poor M was in bed between the two rooms, hemmed in between two competing rhythms.
If for whatever reason you can’t arrange to live with people who are accepting of your kinky practices, then the only advice I can give is what I did when I was still living with my parents. Play while they’re out, play in the attic or at the other end of the house, play while they’re having noisy sex and are likely to be distracted, use quiet implements, bite a pillow, visit your play partner’s house at every opportunity, and move into a kink-tolerant houseshare as soon as you can.
Method 2: Music
Music is the friend of anyone trying to get some action when their housemates are in. Unfortunately, music which is loud enough to disguise the sounds you’re making may not be the most condusive music for love. Electronic/industrial is good, something with lots of bass. I’ve played more scenes than I can count to VNV Nation and Apoptygma Berzerk, but these may not be your idea of moodsetting. Something like Apocalyptica strikes a good balance between “atmospheric” and “protective wall of noise”.
The top may well find themselves accidentally playing in time with the beat, but I promise you that this is less distracting than realising you’re accidentally playing in time with your housemate.
Method 3: Live with a partner
(this method overlaps with Kinky While Poly)
If you live with your primary partner but play with others, then in theory things should be even simpler than sharing with housemates, right? After all, your partner and you are open about your play with other people, you’re already engaged in each other’s intimate lives, you’re already used to negotiating scenes and schedules, and talking about your sex plans doesn’t involve any awkward invasion of privacy.
The first and most important thing you need to manage this method is separate bedrooms. This is useful for poly – it’s crucial for kinky poly. Ideally, each have your own bedroom and divide your couple time evenly between the two, rather than there being, say, a joint bedroom but one of you has a bed in their office, or a bedroom and a boxroom. This means that you have your own space to invite new partners into, which is properly equipped, imbued with your presence and not a temporary crashpad. It also means that your primary has their own space they can retire to while you have your fun, without either of you feeling either kicked out, or like you’re kicking the other out.
Things that come in useful: music (as above); the ability for your partner to watch films or TV in their room; earplugs. The gel type that are marketed to swimmers are particularly good, and in fact have done wonders for my insomnia. Consider buying your primary/housemate some, possibly accompanied by a bashful notecard.
The rules here are pretty similar to those regarding normal poly, and basically boil down to Don’t Be A Dick. Give your primary notice of your date so they can make alternative plans if they want. If you want to throw over plans with your primary to see someone else, don’t assume it’ll be okay – ask really nicely and be prepared to take no for an answer. If your room is next to the bathroom, don’t engage in noisy play while they’re in the bath. (This also applies to housemates – sound travels surprisingly well through water pipes.) Put a dressing gown on if you need to go to the toilet, and have one for your date to wear too. Keep tissues and wet wipes in your bedroom so you don’t need to sidle down the hallway before you can clean up any fluids. Above all…
Method 4: Be considerate
This applies equally whether you are living with strangers, friends or partners, although arguably in the case of the latter you have more to lose. Jealousy and insecurity are more likely to crop up with partners, but they’re far from uncommon among friends. If your friend has just been dumped, or wants kinky action they aren’t getting, or fancies the pants off your date, be considerate and be discreet. Talk to them about it and make it clear you don’t want to make them uncomfortable. Make it up to them in other ways – offer to cook them dinner the night before, maybe. Their sexual dissatisfaction isn’t your responsibility, but if they’re lonely, you can try and be a good friend. If your kinky life is a sore point with your housemate, make sure you and your date don’t annoy them in other ways, by leaving the milk out of the fridge, not doing the washing up or using the last of the loo-roll – it’ll only add insult to injury.
Even if you have the most secure, sexually satisfied housemates on the planet, a little thoughtfulness still goes a long way. Don’t play loud scenes while they’re entertaining guests, while they’re on the phone to their mum, working late or cramming for an exam. Keep your scene space to the bedroom – don’t take your bottom through the lounge on a collar and lead while they’re watching TV. If you want to play in a communal room of the house, ask your housemates in advance, arrange for them to stay in their room or go out, and give them a clear end-time when you’ll be done by.
With a partner, even a partner who is 100% actively okay with you playing with others, consideration still doesn’t go amiss. In my experience, jealousy rears its head when one partner is feeling neglected, left out or hard done by. If the partner you live with has expressed an interest in a certain type of play – for example, they really want to act out a rape scene with you, try a particular toy or set up a discipline arrangement – but you aren’t sure about it or simply haven’t got around to it yet, don’t conspicuously engage in that thing with another partner when your primary’s around. Nothing’s going to come of that but hurt feelings. Equally, if you and your primary haven’t had the opportunity for much time together lately, try to make time before you invite a lover around and spend the weekend humping like rabbits. If you and your primary have just spent a night re-affirming your intimacy, they are much less likely to feel left out or envious about you seeing someone else.
All of these things apply to poly just as much as kink, but kink can be loud and conspicuous, and arouse very strong feelings in others, so more care is required. Even the most perverse and depraved of us have nights when we just want a bit of peace and quiet. In general, I would advise you to talk to your housemates about your plans, give them fair warning of anything unusual, and take their feelings into account. If you find your kink life is massively hindered by doing this over a period of weeks or months, then it may be time to find new housemates.
So how about you? What techniques have you successfully used to engage in kinky play without inconveniencing the people you live with?
(Images from ‘Girl Next Door’ by Northern Spanking, starring Clover Rock, Nimue Allen and Stephen Lewis.)
Close Friends
The title of the most recent photoset of mine to be published on Northern Spanking is a little ironic. I haven’t been in touch with the artist formerly known as Niki Flynn since she left the scene in 2009, although mutual friends assure me that she is well and happy. But when she was still Niki Flynn, it felt like we did become close friends. The NSI shoot in December the previous year was the first and only time we ever shot together, and looking at it brings back a whole load of memories.
This photoset explored one of the “grown-up” scenarios we both enjoy as a counterpoint to the endless (if still fun) schoolgirl scenes, and Niki was the perfect person for it. Elegant, graceful, a consummate professional, she was a pleasure to work with. Here’s the blurb:
Lifelong friends Niki and Pandora are enjoying a genteel afternoon tea together on a stormy afternoon, when Niki’s husband (Michael Stamp) arrives home with a face like thunder. His Saturday has been ruined due to Niki forgetting to renew his golf club membership. Imagine the embarrassment of being barred from the first tee at the Royal & Ancient.
Horror-struck, Niki is fully aware of what is about to happen; she will be taken to the bedroom, undressed and punished most severely.
Once the chastisement is well underway, Pandora cannot resist creeping up the stairs to listen more closely to her friend having her bottom smacked, just like when they were naughty little girls. The sounds have a powerful effect on Pandora, awakening long-forgotten desires of the dormitory and her fingers wander inevitably to her knickers, then inside.
It is when Pandora herself is drawn as if by electricity to enter the bedroom, to actually see Niki’s bottom bouncing and wriggling, spanked red from the crown of her pert buttocks to the tops of her black stockings. There is a caning to come and, caught, Pandora is told to fetch the implement and witness her friend being stripped and thrashed.
It is not long before Pandora herself is undressed to her pretty underwear, presenting her lovely bottom alongside that of her friend, to be adorned with stinging stripes. And afterward of course, Niki and Pandora discover the new level to their friendship that only humiliation, suffering and very sore bottoms can bring about.
The first few times I met the lady known as Niki Flynn I was somewhat in awe of her. Older than me, a published author, fiercely intelligent, the star of those notorious political Stalin films by Lupus Spanking, ever courteous but somewhat reserved in person. Over the years, Tom and I played a number of intense scenes with her and Cameron; at their house, in hotel rooms, even in my North London bedroom. One of the best things about playing with Niki was the way that her shyness would melt away after a scene, revealing a bubbly, extroverted, affectionate person who would happily chatter away late into the night, sharing stories and secrets. But even this wasn’t quite what it seemed. It’s not that play would strip away Niki’s shields, so much as the extrovert persona that emerged through CP play was a shield of sorts. There was a lot more to this extraordinary lady than I ever encountered. All of us have layers, different facets of ourselves that we bring out in different contexts. Niki’s private nature made her my opposite in some ways, but I had an awful lot of respect both for her privacy, and for her.
It makes me all the more grateful for the intimacies we did share, brief as they were. There are moments I will always remember. Niki giving me a lapdance during a slave-girl scene – and afterwards, taking me by the hand and cleverly, generously helping my shy, awkward self through a dance together, for the benefit of our watching owners. Her cradling my head in her lap as I was caned, and stroking my hair – and me returning the favour. Being schoolgirls together, reformatory inmates, a serving maid to her aristocratic niece. Watching Tom gently hold her foot as he caned the sole, and hearing her gasps of pain and pleasure.
Close Friends is, in some ways, closer to the truth than you might think. I may not have known her well, but the times I felt closest to her were always during or after we were punished together.
Live blog: What Happens in Vegas
I’m just watching NSI‘s film What Happens in Vegas, which they filmed at the Shadowlane party last September. I was drawn in by the exceptionally pretty photography – the colours and lighting in the accompanying stills are just gorgeous – and, of course, by the tempting prospect of Zille Defeu and Bailey Sullivan in black [...]

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