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performance buzz and snatched moments

Posted at 23:45 on 27 Jan 2010 by Pandora / Blake

Well, we're back. Over the last six years, I have now participated in performances of the Complete Works of Shakespeare (plus some exciting, variously obscure Elizabethan/Restoration extras), which is a pretty cool thing to have done. Even if I did fall asleep in a couple of the plays. I blame the beer.

As ever, performing together has been a real buzz for Tom and I, and despite the usual sleep-deprivation we spent the weekend feeling all connected and loved-up. Privacy is difficult to find at these events, but we managed to snatch some time together on the last afternoon ... I was slightly tipsy, I'd been running around a lot and the building we were staying in was pretty cold, so when the first smack landed on my bare flesh I suddenly became aware of how cold and sweat-damp my skin was. The sting cut through the beer-haze and sparked against the core of love and lust that had been heating every time I watched Tom perform.

Our acting friends are all very handsome, in a delightful variety of ways, and there's a group current of flirtation and sexual energy which is rarely acted on but delightful to bask in all the same. It provides a sort of pool we all draw from. But most of the weekend, I only had eyes for Tom. At one point, after one of the plays, I got him alone in our room and ran my hands over his shoulders, his muscular neck, the dark body hair just peeking out of his open-necked poet shirt. "Every time you've worn one something like this I have wanted to run my hands over you," I purred.

"I know," he smiled, "that's why I wear them."

"But I'm looking at you and lusting and you're all I'm in character and busy acting, I'm ignoring you!"

His grin broadened. "I know." He was right: it did make it hotter.

So yeah, that was nice: not a long spanking, but enough to get my attention. I asked for it fairly blatantly, undressing in front of him and bending non-too-subtly over the bed to look for something. And the sex that followed was urgent and sweaty with one of his hands holding my hip and the other wrapped around my throat.

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Since I got back I've been working and sleeping and spending some quality time with D., which was just as sexy, but (mostly thanks to my sleep deprivation) we skipped the spanking part, so I won't go into detail. I've been catching up on the blogposts I've missed, and I have a few things I want to repost, but since this has been about my men, so far, I just want to highlight a comment Indy made on a post of Graham's:

I think I can describe just about every male top I know in the scene as a Daddy, Schoolmaster, or Cowboy, though a couple can pull off more than one category.

If any of you haven't read Indy's mind-opening post The Cowboy and the Schoolmaster, go and do so now. The post was fascinating, but that comment just made me blink because I really can't think of any exceptions. I am, of course, inclined to ascribe this to cultural trends/conditioning rather than saying anything about the fundamental nature of male tops. I suspect the tropes are different in different times and cultures, but in the West, in recent history, those three seem to basically sum it up. I would say that Tom is half Schoolmaster and half Cowboy. D. is pure Cowboy ;)

As I commented on Graham's post, it leaves me wondering what the categories would be for dominant women (male and female switches are a different ballpark, I think). I suggested the Mummy, the Schoolmistress and the Dark Queen (or however you would describe the elegant, cruel goddess type). Governess, Nurse and Nanny should be in there as well, but I think you can kind of divide those between Mummy and Schoolmistress. I'm not sure, though - my experience with female tops is only just beginning, so I'm not the best person to comment. If you agree, disagree or have better suggestions, please do add your thoughts to the discussions on Graham and Indy's blogs.

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Tags: acting, D, kink, making a scene, meta-analysis, Thomas Cameron

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Livilla and Sejanus

Posted at 21:28 on 20 Jan 2010 by Pandora / Blake

It's the time of year when Tom and I (along with our friends Ophelia and Feste) disappear off into the wilds of England for a long weekend of Shakespeare and feasting. This time last year I'd just come back from shooting with Pain 4 Fem; this year I have a couple of faint bruises from my double caning on Monday, but nothing so dramatic to attract comment in the sauna.

We'll be back next week. Until then, I shall leave you with some photos from the last theatrical readthrough Tom and I did with this crowd - I, Claudius by Robert Graves. We were lucky enough to be cast as Sejanus and Livilla, and it was just as hot as we'd hoped. Those of you who don't know the book (or the classic BBC adaptation with Patricia Quinn and Patrick Stewart) may find something to enjoy in this little scene:



SEJANUS: I'll divorce my wife and get married. [kissing her] And then I'll have you all to myself. No more lovers for you, then. You'll have to behave.

[LIVILLA sits on the bed. SEJANUS strips until he is bare chested]

LIVILLA: And if I don't?

SEJANUS: If you don't? Then I'll lock you in a room without any clothes, and I'll visit you three or four times a day.

LIVILLA: Perhaps you'll be too tired. Perhaps you'll only manage once.

SEJANUS: [undressing her] Then I'll send my guards to stand in for me.

LIVILLA: Would you really?

SEJANUS: Yes.

LIVILLA: How many?

SEJANUS: Three or four.

LIVILLA: I might not let them.

SEJANUS: You'll be forced.

LIVILLA: Against my will?

SEJANUS: Yes.

LIVILLA: While you were there?

SEJANUS: Yes.

LIVILLA: I'd struggle. And scream.

SEJANUS: But no use.

LIVILLA: You'd like that, wouldn't you?

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Tags: acting, films and TV, Photos, Thomas Cameron

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amateur dramatics

Posted at 16:31 on 19 Jan 2009 by Pandora / Blake

I've just got back from a (mostly) vanilla theatre weekend with Tom, which was enormous fun. I rarely have the time to be in dramatic productions, even if I were good enough, but I love stage-acting. For the most part I keep the cravings at bay with spanking modelling, bedroom roleplay and amateur dramatic events with my friends, like this one.

Even among my non-scene friends there are quite a few kinksters, which occasionally surfaces in our interpration of plays. This weekend, for instance, saw a delightfully sleazy Lollio in The Changeling, threatening his hapless patients with a leather flogger. Elizabethan drama mentions whipping rather a lot, in fact, which can lead to some hilariously uncanonical laughs when the actors know each other's kinks. Such as my line as Lucio at the end of Measure for Measure:

"If you will hang me for it, you may; but I
had rather it would please you I might be whipt."

Definitely one to add to the list of lines to insert into a spanking movie.

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I get a real kick off acting. Doing private play-readings or performances with a close group of friends is are just as much fun as making spanking movies, in a very different way. Acting together is something Tom and I have done since we first met, and our relationship thrives on the energy it generates. I've enjoyed a semi-sexual charge all weekend with dear friends who aren't and never will be lovers, but who understand the intimacy of that spark. And when Tom and I finally tore ourselves away from the merry-making, that energy poured itself into some of the hottest D/s sex we've had in weeks. Spanking wasn't on the agenda due to shared accommodation with thin walls (we didn't want to wake people up, although I suspect my cries were audible no matter how hard I tried to muffle them by biting down on the duvet), but we didn't need it. Watching him act makes me incredibly horny, and I'd been wanting to pounce him all weekend. When his hand finally closed around my throat and his eyes locked with mine, the rest of the world disappeared. I am his, and in that moment my awareness of the fact filled my whole consciousness. It was like my whole self became sublimely sensitive, responsive to the lightest of touches. It made my spine and my soul tingle.

If he can make me feel that way without even hurting me, I'm trembling with anticipation at the thought of what might happen now that we're home.

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Tags: acting, dominance and submission, Thomas Cameron

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Saunas, harem girls and early Valentines spankings

Posted at 20:18 on 10 Feb 2008 by Pandora / Blake

Ouch, has it really been a fortnight since I last blogged? So much for furthering the cause of feminism with behind-the-scenes commentary!

My extracurricular activities have been even busier than usual recently. The weekend before last Mr Cameron and I went on our annual Shakespeare fest of acting, beer and music. It was tremendous fun, and for the first year we had a private room, but due to lots of late nights doing plays and drinking with our thespian friends, I'm afraid we didn't manage to fit any spanking in. We did spend a lot of time in the sauna, though - like eating very spicy food, I've always thought saunas offered a useful analogy for explaining why being spanked is fun. It starts out pleasantly warming, but over time builds up until the heat is almost unbearable. You endure it as long as you can, knowing that the longer you can last the better you'll feel afterwards. Eventually you can't take any more and you have to stop - but afterwards, the ordeal is rewarded by an invigorated feeling of glowing relaxation and energy.

While we were there it snowed on the Friday night. I was in the middle of an impromptu music session at the time, but some of my friends who were in the sauna took advantage of the weather to run outside, straight from the heat of the steamroom to frolic in the snow. Disappointingly, they didn't do more than run about a bit with towels still wrapped around themselves, letting the snowflakes melt on their arms and faces. I can understand that they didn't want shocked locals to call the police, but surely being whipped with birch switches is an essential part of the Swedish tradition?

Since returning from Elizabethan times to 21st century North London, I've been rushed off my feet, and I'm fully booked over the next couple of weeks, including another trip away. The good news for you guys is that this includes two shoots next week, both of which will hopefully result in new spanking photos to show you all! I'm looking forward to both of the shoots. One will hopefully involve lots of erotic spanking and Victorian underwear (yay!), and the other is with my old friends English Spankers.

Of course, next week also contains Valentines day, which can be one of the busiest periods of the year for us polyamorous types. I'm beginning to think that next year I might have to ignore Valentines for the sake of my sanity, but my beloveds and I do like taking the opportunity to indulge ourselves. I've spent most of the last couple of days in bed with Tom - he and I made time for our romantic celebrations a few days early, as we're both busy later in the week.

A good friend recently installed a couple of suspension points in my ceiling, but although we'd planned to make use of them, we never actually got around to it. But I did get soundly spanked several times over the course of the day; in pyjamas and out of them, over the knee, with hand, tawse, wooden paddle and thin whippy switch. I particularly enjoyed one over the knee spanking where he raised his right leg higher than normal, lifting my bottom high into the air and leaving me thorough exposed with my face buried in the pillows. I think my favourite was the paddling, though. He started slow, with a warm-up set of 12 and then another of 24, while I knelt over pillows in the middle of the bed with my pyjama bottoms around my knees. Then I got a "proper" set of 24, by the end of which I was shouting and kicking as each firm swat connected with my stinging flesh. I've discovered that a good yell is definitely the most therapeutic response to a hard thwack from a wooden paddle. It releases a lot of the overwhelming stimulation of every inch of my cheeks coming ablaze at once, allows me to process it and settle back down to wait for the next one. Cane strokes make me yelp and whimper, but I definitely find the paddle easier to endure if I let myself shout a bit.

I don't know if there are more spankings in store for me on the 14th - that's up to D, with whom I'm spending Valentines Day itself. What with shoots either side of it, if he's not in the mood my poor bottom will probably be glad of the rest! We are planning to go the Torture Garden Valentines Ball the following weekend, though, and what's the point of going to a fetish club if not to make use of the dungeon furniture?

I'll be dressing as a harem girl: low-slung, loose flowing trousers in shimmery, see-through fabric, with a matching bikini top jangling with little coins, and a veil covering my face. I don't know what my owner will have in store for me, but it could be anything from dancing for his pleasure to feeling the sting of his whip. Maybe he'll punish me for not having paid close enough attention at my bellydancing classes? I enjoy dancing, but I'm horribly self-conscious and find performing for people very difficult and humiliating - which makes for a powerful headspace in scenes. I've played a harem girl roleplay once before, and it was very memorable and intense.

I'm sure my new outfit will be put to good use on shoots as well as in private. If there any slavegirl or 'Arabian Nights' style scenarios you'd particularly like to see, let me know and I'll suggest them next time I'm filming :)

Anyway, enough of my rambling. I've got a busy few days coming up, but even so I'll try and post more regularly. I get a lot out of writing here, and I don't want to let myself get out of the habit. Self-discipline never was one of my strong points...

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Tags: acting, cane, dominance and submission, Fantasies, hand spanking, kink, making a scene, paddle, Spanking and bondage porn, switch, tawse

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Birthday celebrations, and Bums on the Run

Posted at 17:35 on 4 Apr 2007 by Pandora / Blake

Eep! I'm so sorry about the unannounced hiatus. I've not dropped off the face of the planet, I've just been even busier than usual ... specifically, busy doing lots and LOTS of real life social things which have kept me away from the computer. I could have managed to update if I'd felt less overwhelmed, though, and I'm sorry for neglecting you all.

One of the things I've been busy doing has been celebrating Mr C's birthday, and of course this involved me getting a rather tender bottom at various points. Recent highlights have included:

- being spanked, hairbrushed and caned in a private four-poster bed in the oldest inn in the country (pictures are hopefully forthcoming!)

- being re-introduced me to the joys of riding crops and the Big Black Stick™ (two of my favourite implements, but chances to play with them are rare, given the frequency with which I need to be unmarked for shoots these days)

- an absolutely delicious OTK rulering (with the medium ruler - we haven't played with the yardstick yet...)

- Mr C holding me down while I received my first five bar gate from Mr Chopper (from whom we were obtaining part of his birthday present)

- discovering exactly how hot his wooden paddle can be - when used slowly, and with moderate force. I was lying facedown on the bed, with him pinning both my wrists in the small of my back with one hand. He made me count after each stroke. I gasped my way through the first ten, and when I'd recovered my breath said faintly "...that was really nice". Of course, he responded by gripping my wrists again, giving me a couple of playful smacks, and informing me he was going to give me another ten. Which wasn't what I'd meant. I fought for a bit before remembering my place and submitting with a sob, and the second ten were even hotter than the first. Bloody hurt, though.

- being smacked over jeans with that same paddle by a couple of friends the next day, at least one of whom is vanilla, while I was playing Dromio of Ephesus in The Comedy of Errors. I particularly enjoyed the speech in Act IV, scene 1:

"I have served him from the hour of my
nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door."

And, speaking of using beatings to beg with, I've agreed to join 17 other well-known girls on the UK spanking scene in running 5km to raise money for cancer research, with Race for Life. I'm not very fit and I'm really bad at running, but with such a good cause and such good company, how could I refuse?



My fellow masochists are Josie Harrison-Marks, Lucy McLean, Adele Haze, Leia Ann Woods, Sascha Harvey, Jean Bradley, Amy Hunter, Abi Switch, Sam Johnson, Zena Stones, Jadie Reece, Honey Hardy, Isabella Aubourg, Kirstyn Gold, Sharon and Frankie. To find out more, check out the fundraising site Lucy has put together, Bums on the Run.

And if you want to support us all (of course you do!) please, PLEASE sponsor us. You can donate online using this page, and every penny will make a difference.

The website will be frequently updated with blogs, chat and pictures about training for the race and all things spanking, all of it available online absolutely free. If you want to show your appreciation and support our efforts, please donate! You'll be making a real difference. And when we drag our collective bums around that race, we want to know that all you lovely people in the spanking scene are behind us every step of the way.

Actually, if you can get to London, you're more than welcome to come and cheer us on in person on Sunday 3rd June. We'll all be wearing suitably spankable outfits, and you can join us for a drink at an informal party after the race.

And if you can't be in town on the day, it would be fantastic if you could help us raise awareness and support by promoting Bums on the Run - on your website, on your blog, in your newsletter, at your local munch or spanking party.

And, of course, donate!! You'll get good karma, and I promise not to jog so much that my bottom ceases to be wobblesome :)

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Tags: acting, admin, Bums on the Run, dominance and submission, kink, Politics

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Shakespearean Spankings

Posted at 13:58 on 5 Jan 2007 by Pandora / Blake

Mr C and I are going away until Monday, and we'll be spending more time in character this weekend than out of it. Lots of different characters each, in fact, in a huge number of different stories and scenarios. I'm taking a suitcase full of outfits, including a variety of boy's clothes and a slavegirl costume.

No, it's not an extended spanking roleplay weekend: we're going on the marathon acting event we participate in every year. Unfortunately, given the early starts, late nights and the fact that we're sharing a room with a girl we haven't met before, there is unlikely to be much opportunity for spanking. Unless the girl proves to be corruptible, of course ;)

Given that we are historically able to find the kinky subtext in almost anything, however, the plays themselves should provide enough entertainment. Last year we did a D/s reading of The Taming of the Shrew which went down very well: Kate's change in attitude over the course of the play makes much more sense if you read her as a young, confused, intelligent woman who yearns to be dominated by someone she can actually look up to and admire. Thomas made a dashing, arrogant, powerful Petruchio, wielding a riding crop and dropping innuendos at every opportunity. I played Kate as changing from a stroppy teenager to an earnest young submissive who wants her husband to be proud of her, and I found far more sexual undertones in her lines than I'd ever expected. I always knew Shakespeare was a kinky bastard.

Ever since then I've wanted to make a Kate/Petruchio spanking video - you'd barely need to change their lines at all for it to make sense.

We don't have any plans for kinky subtext in any of this year's plays, but I wouldn't be surprised if something reveals itself as we go along. Perhaps we could make a whole series of Shakespearean spanking films?

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Tags: acting, corrupting the innocent, dominance and submission, Fantasies, Spanking and bondage porn

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