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Masie Dee in Game of Thrones

Posted at 13:58 on 8 May 2012 by Pandora / Blake

A few days ago I finally sat down with Jacq and watched the latest Game of Thrones episodes, including the infamous beating scene. If you haven't seen it yet, this is a new scene written specially for season 2. (Spoiler alert! But the scene doesn't include any crucial plot points.)

Tyrion, after watching Joffrey abuse Sansa, wonders if part of the problem is sexual frustration, and sends him a couple of prostitutes, Ros and Daisy, to help alleviate it. Rather than going along with his uncle's plan, Joffrey forces Ros to beat Daisy so he can send her back to Tyrion all battered as a message.

Ros and Daisy are both characters unique to the TV show - they don't appear in the books. The up-market brothel outside the walls of Kings Landing which Tyrion frequents in the novels has been replaced by a whorehouse inside the walls. Rather than casting lots of different people as all the different prostitutes who appear in the books, they're consolidated into two or three recurring characters; Ros first appeared in season 1, and now manages the brothel. I think Daisy first appears at the start of season 2 as the whore Tyrion discovers Maester Pycelle in bed with, but I could be wrong.

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Tags: films and TV, Masie Dee, Performers and producers, Sound Punishment


School dreams

Posted at 11:52 on 8 Sep 2010 by Pandora / Blake

Sorry I've been a bit quiet lately - I came down with an evil cold bug last Tuesday and it hasn't gone away yet. Partially this is because I'm in denial and keep trying to keep going. Partially it's because I live on a loud street and when I do finally give in to my friends' advice and say "fuck it, I'm going to bed", I can't actually sleep until things quieten down sometime around midnight. Not being able to sleep when you're sick is rubbish. Although I'm sure I don't feel as bad as the lovely AJR, who is having a rotten time of it and deserves your hugs and sympathy much more than I do.

Unfortunately, my sleeping problem at the moment is compounded by randomly waking up at 7am every morning, which would be great normally, but not when I'm trying to get better and only managed to drop off six hours ago. I'm usually very good at lie-ins but lately the coughing has kept me awake. This morning, though, I managed to actually doze off again (hooray!), at which point I had a few hours of very vivid school dreams.

It started with my entry to the school aged ten, a tender boy spending his first night in a scary private school. It wasn't much like my school - the dream was set longer ago than the 90s, for a start, and my school didn't have boarding - but bits of it looked similar. In my dream, the first night was terrifying. Lying awake on his narrow dormitory bed (for some reason, the first years in this dream all slept on camp beds - only second years and up got proper beds) staring up into the shadows of the high ceiling, too nervous to sleep. Hearing the stories about things the teachers did, what happened if you got into trouble...

Over the first term, my dream self tried hard to make his teachers proud. But he couldn't seem to work out how to fit in with the other students. Eventually, interpersonal conflicts and tensions became so intense that he took to hiding inside during break and lunchtime, nose in a book in the library or - better - in the privacy of an unused music practice room. Unfortunately, lower school pupils weren't allowed to stay inside at breaktimes without permission. When he was caught by a teacher or prefect he earned himself a whacking on the spot - and a reputation for stubborn disobedience when, despite persistent punishment, he continued to hide indoors rather than brave the society of his peers.

Skip ahead a few years. Now, my dream self is older and female - but still far from the most popular kid in her class. An art lesson quickly became unpleasant when a bully started mocking her over the rumour that she once orgasmed from a punishment spanking. More and more classmates joined in the joking: the teacher hadn't even started yet, she was just tapping her behind with a leather paddle, and my alter-ego was so overwhelmed she came on the spot. I don't even know whether the rumours had any truth - the teasing hit a nerve, and my dream self was unbearably humiliated.

Later still, a sixth-former now, daring to rebel. A friend and I concocted a plan to sneak into town during a free study period and join a neighbouring school's cinema outing. We had some uniforms that were close enough to pass, and we intended to sneak in with the crowd and enjoy the film. Unfortunately, the cinema staff recognised our faces. Once attention was shone on us, it became clear that we didn't belong. We were told to wait in the lobby while they called our school. My friend and I took one look at each other and ran for it. We sprinted across town, giddy with fear and exhiliration, and ended up losing each other in the dash through the streets. I sneaked back on my own through the school gates and took refuge in my old hiding place in the music school, in one of the newer practice rooms. I waited there for a full hour, heart pounding, for the bell to ring so I could rejoin my class.

The punchline? Sadly, not a well-earned punishment - instead, when I glanced at the clock I realised it was already 17:45, and school had already finished. I'd been hiding inside for no reason - I may as well have got the bus home straight from the cinema! The problem with dreams is that they're often disappointing :)

I woke up with a head swimming with school punishment images, even though the dream contained no actual, explicit punishment scenes. Most of the dream's vividness came from the emotional tension, and my full immersion in the remembered, evocative rooms and hallways and courtyard of my actual school. The most surreal thing is, my school changed premises a few years after I left. I don't know what's happened to the old building, but the school I went to isn't there any more. My dreams occupy those buildings more than I'd expect, and every time, when I wake, I'm startled to remember that it's a ghost school. No pupils sit in those classrooms any more - they probably aren't even classrooms, these days. The school I remember only exists in the dreams and memories of the people who attended it; no new pupils will share those experiences. Kind of weird, when you think about it.

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Tags: Fantasies, Photos, school uniform, Sound Punishment

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a beautifully lifted bottom

Posted at 18:09 on 25 Mar 2010 by Pandora / Blake

I'm a little short of time at the moment - lots going on in my other lives. So this is another re-post of other people's spanking photography. After all, I'm spoiled for choice :)

My reason for choosing these bedtime spanking photos from Sound Punishment is quite simple. How gorgeous is Kami Robertson's perfectly rounded bottom? I love the over-one-knee position - it makes my bottom feel deliciously raised and vulerable, and if I wriggle too much there's always the option of the top trapping my thighs with his or her other leg. Mmm.

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Tags: Kami Robertson, other pictures, Sound Punishment


whipped on the table

Posted at 13:50 on 5 Dec 2009 by Pandora / Blake

This set of Kami on Sound Punishment presses so many of my buttons.

Victorian underwear, pulled aside to reveal only the vulnerably naked bottom cheeks. Polished wood, cool and sensuously smooth under her body, but slippery and making it hard to stay in position. The position - raised humiliatingly high, spreadeagled on an item of furniture at which, perhaps, the girl sat only this morning to eat a nervous breakfast, knowing what awaiting her. Or perhaps this was an impromptu punishment, delivered where the misbehaviour occurred? The rest of the meal would be spent in silence; the girl waiting, staring into her lap as maids rustled around her, clearing the remains of the meal. When, afterwards, she was instructed to remove her outer clothing and position herself for her whipping, would the servants remain to watch?

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Tags: Fantasies, Kami Robertson, other pictures, Sound Punishment, Victoriana


Lucy Baxter and Adrian

Posted at 21:46 on 22 Apr 2009 by Pandora / Blake

This week I am overworked and underspanked. I got home from work half an hour ago (yeah, look at the timestamp. Not impressed) to find my cat had expressed her displeasure at my late arrival all over my sofa. Cheers kitty, I missed you too.

Since I am a big tired ball of flump with no kinky energy in me, I hope you won't feel neglected if I spend the next couple of days reposting a few spanking site updates I've enjoyed recently.

How about this recipe for hotness from Sound Punishment?

Take one sulky goth teenager in Japanese school uniform:

Apply one vigorous boyfriend:

Add a dash of resistance play, and what do you get? One very red bottom, and some brilliantly dynamic spanking photography:

You all know how keen I am on scenes starring genuine kinky couples, especially if the bloke is young and fit. I'm familiar with Lucy Baxter's work, but this is the first time I've seen her partner Adrian. Is it me, or can you just feel the sexual chemistry pouring off these images?

I haven't seen the film so I don't know quite how explicit it gets at the end, but that last photo just makes me tingle. There is nothing quite like kneeling at your lover's feet with a sore bottom. Except, maybe, kneeling at his feet to perform a certain intimate service...

There, see? I feel better already.

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Tags: Male spanking models, other pictures, otk spanking, Sound Punishment


How are you today?

Posted at 17:58 on 11 Nov 2008 by Pandora / Blake

Today is a very special day in the spanking blogosphere. Love our Lurkers day is the brainchild of Bonnie, and this is the third year she's organised it - with a record number of bloggers. So you've probably already heard what this is about.

Just in case you haven't, Love Our Lurkers is the day when all the silent readers of spanking blogs are encouraged to say hello.

It's funny how commenting is as much a matter of habit as intention. There are some blogs I find it very easy to comment on, and some I rarely do. The difference has very little to do with how much I enjoy reading, and much more to do with how much I've already chatted to the blogger. The more you talk, the easier it is to talk. And I'll be using today to say hi to the bloggers I've been enjoying for the past few months, but haven't taken the first step to let them know I'm there.

Maybe you don't usually have time to comment, or don't feel you have anything to add. Maybe you're worried about staying anonymous. Maybe it's just that you've never commented before, and are shy of intruding on a clique where everyone else seems to know each other.

Well, let me tell you now: you ARE part of that clique, inasmuch as it exists at all. By reading, by your interest, you're already one of us. You can post anonymously if you like - make up a pseudonym, and you don't have to include a valid email address if you don't want to. I, for one, would love to know you're out there. And once you've made the first step, you may well find that joining into the conversation is a little easier the next time. For me, dialogue and engagement is the whole point of blogging - I'd have given up long ago if I thought I was shouting in an empty amphitheatre. And maybe it makes me shallow, but the more responses I get the more motivated I am to write. Which has to be a good thing, right? :)

Those of you who were at Night of the Cane on Saturday will have realised by now that I didn't make it after all. I've been flattened for the last few days with a stinking cold, and it was with great regret that I asked Tom to cancel our plans for the weekend. So I want to extend an extra special welcome to all of you who hoped to say hello to me on Saturday. I'm sorry I couldn't be there. But I'm here now, and since I'm still off work sick, for once I have time to stop and chat. Come and find me in the talkbox in the blog side bar, I'll be checking in on it all evening :)

As an extra incentive, if I get more responses this year than I did two years ago, I'll post the next photo from this series from Sound Punishment, and show you all what happens when I overcome my shyness and the white cotton panties come down ...

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Tags: Love Our Lurkers day, Night of the Cane, Photos, Sound Punishment

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tired, sore and happy

Posted at 15:18 on 8 Aug 2008 by Pandora / Blake

The shoot yesterday was excellent, and very tiring. Aegean very kindly let me have free reign on story, so I was able to do three scenes that I found interesting and exciting, which really is a privilege and a pleasure when filming for someone else. Even the sexy secretary clip, which I'm sorry to say I'd been rather rude about when Aegean suggested it, turned into the hottest and hardest film of the day, very fast-paced with a real clash of wills. (I lost.) I played an executive who's visited at home by her company's compliance officer, and is threatened with dismissal for using her work computer (and work time) to write erotica. Spanking erotica, of course. You can see where this is going. And of course, no self-respecting businesswoman would submit to that sort of treatment without a fight, but I was regretting my decision to play it arrogant when I was bent over the table at the mercy of Mr Stern's wicked leather paddle. I'm still sporting some lovely bruises from that, and I'm very much looking forward to seeing the clip :)

In the meantime, here are some images from the first clip, where I'm punished by my disciplinarian for losing the Mason & Pearson hairbrush he gave me. Of course, I wasn't being punished by the person who gave me the hairbrush in real life, but I hoped the discipline would at least help me remember to be more careful with my things in future.

Lacking my own lovely hairbrush, various other implements had to be tested on my bottom, including a horrid, stingy plastic hairbrush, a small wooden sorority paddle and an absolute demon of a Mason & Pearson wooden clothes brush, which was about a foot long and weighed a tonne. It was my first spanking of the day and I wasn't even allowed a gentle warm-up hand-spanking first. Sulk, pout, etc.

Unfortunately, I don't think punishment alone is going to clear my conscience for this one - I still feel bad about the lost brush. I'm just going to have to fork out and replace it. My wallet will feel this more than my bum, I think, but I have no-one to blame but myself.

(Thanks to the Sound Punishment blog for the pictures)

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Tags: Photos, shoot writeups, Sound Punishment

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Sound Punishment

Posted at 09:55 on 7 Aug 2008 by Pandora / Blake

I'm writing this on Wednesday night to go up tomorrow, because I'm getting an early train to shoot with Sound Punishment and won't get a chance in the morning. I'm looking forward to the shoot - I haven't shot for Aegean's site before, although we've worked together for English Spankers.

We've got some good stuff lined up: a sexy secretary scene, Maggie Gyllenhaul style; an oral exam which will demonstrate quite how long it's been since I practised my Latin (or possibly one where I'm taught a lesson about appropriate outlets for my creativity - we haven't quite decided yet); and a real-life punishment scene where I'm dealt with for losing my Mason & Pearson hairbrush. (No, I still haven't found it. Yes, I'm still distraught.) I suspect my punishment will involve a spanking with a much nastier brush ... anyway, I'll find out tomorrow, and I'll tell you all about it when I'm back!

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Tags: shoot writeups, Sound Punishment

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