The wooden brush always gives me shivers. It looks so innocuous sitting there on the night stand, but I know from first-hand experience how much it stings. I remember wooden hairbrush punishments from when I was younger, held firmly over Sir's lap on the edge of the bed, howling. The pain seemed unbearable, but afterwards, remembering it turned me on.
This one is a clothes brush. It’s heavy. When you pick it up in your hand you can feel the weight. Being spanked with this brush combines the unique sensations of heavy thud and blazing sting. It packs a serious punch. But however much it hurts, the way it feels is undeniably erotic.
Bending over, offering my bottom to this brush, I feel little and helpless. The silky wood caresses my skin in preparation for a stroke. I squirm. When it lands the weight of it sends vibrations deep into my muscles, even as the smooth wood feels like it’s setting my skin on fire.
In this fantasy I’m ordered to bend over in the middle of the room. My disciplinarian likes me in skimpy clothes, so I’m wearing my shortest denim shorts. The flesh on my bare thighs prickles with fear as I imagine the brush landing there, imprinting dark pink ovals of pain on the backs of my legs. My toes are pointed, displaying my legs and bare feet to best advantage. I’m ordered to spread my legs, pulling the denim even tighter over the mounds of my bottom, the seam tugging between my buttocks.
Over denim, the brush feels almost sensual. But I know that as soon as my shorts come down the sting will be much worse.
Fearfully, I step out of the shorts, and bend back over. My lacy panties don’t offer much protection. As my bottom pinkens under the brush, I can’t help reaching back and giving my bum cheeks a squeeze.
Finally, my knickers are yanked down for a final six crisp smacks on the bare. Then I have to stand nose to the wall to let it sink in. I can’t resist reaching back to massage my sore behind – but of course, I’m not allowed to get away with that. I have to place my hands on my head.
As I stand facing the wall, I’m meant to be thinking about the punishment I’m received and how I’m going to change my behaviour in future. But as heat radiates out from my spanked bottom, I’m secretly squeezing my thighs together, enjoying how turned on I am.
Ah, I love a fun and subversive spanking scenario, and Dreams of Spanking never fails to deliver. This home-grown film was born from some spontaneous improv during what was meant to be a stills photo shoot. Amelia and Pandora have roleplayed together often enough that they can't resist the temptation to slip into character – and off we go.
You can tell how much fun they're having throughout as the storyline emerges organically from the banter. As the eponymous naughty nanny, Amelia Jane Rutherford lets slip that she neglected Pandora Blake’s precious children to flirt with the zookeeper. And Pandora Blake drops little details that suggest a snooty and selfish Mistress more interested in her own leisure than in caring for her little darlings.
Listening to the dialogue, we begin to build a picture of a kinky universe where the lady of the house has a fleet of servants, who all get their bottoms smacked if they are in trouble, and innocent young nannies can find themselves in disgrace for making eyes at men. And just wait till Daddy gets home, if you won’t submit to your punishment now…
Unlike some Dreams of Spanking films, this video is wall-to-wall spanking. We begin straight in on the action, and there's plenty to enjoy – especially if you like to see a spanked young lady squealing with outrage and distress. As Pandora Blake's nanny, Amelia Jane puts on a fabulous show of kicking, yelping, thrashing about and attempting to escape, all of which are dealt with firmly. I wasn’t surprised Ms Blake switched to using implements towards the end, as by that point her hand must have been nearly as sore as her victim’s glowing buttocks. (Yes, I am speaking from experience. I've had to go and run my hand under a cold tap for a few minutes after dishing out a particularly full-on hand-spanking!)
There’s some sharp slaps with a wooden ruler and, to finish up, several heavier strokes from a doubled-over leather belt. I have considerable admiration for the skilful way in which Pandora wields this. It does make such a lovely noise on impact.
This is a fun, amateur spanking film starring two consummate professionals indulging in roleplay for the joy of it. It's an appealing slice of bare-bottomed spanking fun, with plenty to enjoy - whether you imagine being the giver or the recipient.
Being pregnant was an extraordinary experience. It was always something I’d wanted. I’m interested in discovering the awesome things my body can do, and pushing myself to my physical limits. It was one of those life experiences which I knew I’d regret missing out on if I hadn’t done it. I didn’t think it would be easy - but I’ve always been up for a challenge.
Even so, I was astonished at how difficult the first trimester was. But once the sickness and fatigue faded I found a new vitality and energy. Yes, there was constant backache, pain in my ribs as they stretched apart to accommodate this new life being nurtured inside, and other limitations. But there was also a rising excitement. Feeling my baby moving inside me was awe-inspiring.
I found the latter part of pregnancy a very sexual experience. My curves and breasts swelled. I was filled with horny energy. I felt very close to my partner, and eager to fuck and play. And my mind danced with kinky submissive fantasies. As well as my usual favourite imaginings - being bound, spanked, fucked in the arse - I discovered a new fetish in the idea of lactation. I fantasised about having my swollen breasts bound tightly until the milk squirted out of them. My nipples became large and sensitive, and I begged my partner to tease them with fingers and nipple clamps.
I wanted to take some photos to celebrate this momentous period of my life. The end of something, and the beginning of something different and wonderful. This shoot took place at the start of my ninth month of pregnancy. Less than four weeks later, my child was born.
These photos are a celebration of my pregnant body. Wearing a skimpy little black dress, I flaunt my curves, showing off my long legs in high patent black heels. My favourite wine-red silk night-gown takes on a new beauty, as the long slit parts to reveal my bump. The shoulder straps just keep slipping off - oops! - giving you a view of my swollen nipples.
You get an even better look at my round pregnant belly in an elegant lingerie set that lifts my full breasts. When I turn around, you can glimpse the naked curve of rounded buttocks through a tantalising cut-out in the sheer knickers.
Finally, fully nude, I show off every curve and line of my heavily pregnant naked body. During this amazing journey I fell in love with my body all over again - and I hope you do too.
Pandora / Blake xx
Watching Tight Trouser Tease got me thinking about bodies; my body, others’ bodies and just how much we are up against in terms of understanding and accepting our bodies. In this film, Pandora talks about the changes to their body during pregnancy and how delightful it has been. It led me to a few questions, the most challenging of which was: If loving our bodies is good for us, as we can hopefully all agree it is, why then do we appear to be in an almost global crisis when it comes to physical self esteem?
There is a lot of talk about bodies in media and culture right now, from censorship to sex work, to reproductive rights, gender autonomy, body image, and let’s not forget the age old debate of Fit v. Fat. Our bodies are constantly under scrutiny. One would think that with the world at large so up in arms about who can do what with their body, and the unreasonable “norms” we are expected to conform to, that we’d be kinder to ourselves in light of all that negativity. Sadly, these wounds run deep for so many, and getting out from under that systemic microscope can be a significant challenge.
Like many, I have personally been on a crusade to heal and improve my self-image of my body. I certainly don’t have all the answers, but I have definitely picked up some jewels of wisdom along the way. Everyone’s path is different in this regard, but here are some reminders and strategies that I have found useful in navigating “body positivity”:
Habits are hard to change, but not impossible
Our words and actions are more powerful than we sometimes realize. One way in which this seems almost universally true is self-talk. If every morning while you brush your teeth you stare into the mirror and tell yourself how good, miraculous and worthy your body is, and how proud you are of all it accomplishes, you will inevitably be able to better embrace and accept your body than if you scowl and criticize and bully yourself.
But here’s the rub: that’s so much easier to say than do. It takes awareness, commitment and dedication to change those inner monologues. Be gentle with yourself. If you catch yourself being harsh, ask yourself if you’d say those same things to a friend or family member? You deserve the same respect you give others.
My body does an awful lot for me, and I bet yours does too. Sure, mine doesn’t rock climb or run very fast, it’s soft where it’s told it should be firm, but it’s mine, and I’m grateful for it. Health, disability, past trauma and how you were raised to feel about your body can all contribute to not feeling very grateful for the body you have.
An interesting and eye opening exercise is to literally take stock of your body and find all the reasons that it’s so great. Start at your feet and work your way up, finding positive things to say about as many parts of yourself as you can without solely acknowledging how things look. I don’t love the aesthetics of my legs, for example, but telling myself that they are too short and thick to be sexy won’t help me feel good about myself. Noting that they are strong and they take me places and allow me to do the things I love to do, makes me an ally of my legs. Suddenly we are on the same team - and I have bestowed value on them that is not just about how they look.
Bodies are ever-changing … and that’s a good thing!
If you stopped reading this article and looked at your body right now, you would find that much like all other bodies, regardless of size, fitness, wellness, etc, your body is constantly in flux. Our bodies are not static. They are ever changing, and forever giving us new and important information. It is easy to slip into thinking that the iteration of our body that we used to have when we were younger, or the body we could have if only we stopped eating dessert, are superior to the bodies we have right now. But if you wish that you could love your body more, you have to start loving it now. That sounds reductive and oversimplified, but it’s true.
How? Meet yourself, and your body, where you are.
If you want to make changes, do. Or not! But I can tell you this: it’s easier to change your body if you already love it before you ask it to change.
Take your body where it is appreciated
Working on your own body acceptance and celebration is a worthy effort, and something that can be very inspiring to those around you. But if you are met with hostility or resistance from others, or you’re simply tired of being caught up in someone else’s thoughts and feelings and projections about their own body, you owe it to yourself to manage your exposure to those sources of negativity. In short, don’t let anyone derail your efforts or convince you that you are any less worthy than you believe you are. If someone in your life is unable to be respectful and keep their negative comments to themselves, take your body where it is appreciated.
Being able-bodied, fit, thin, beautiful, etc. is not your cost of admission to a fulfilling life. You don’t owe anyone anything in terms of how your body looks or works. The more you believe that the less they can impact you with their own miserable agenda.
For most of us, it is a long and circuitous road to body acceptance and body love - but every journey begins with a single step, and only you can know what it is that you need to navigate in a world gone mad with impossible beauty standards and endless sources of shame. I’ll leave you with a quote from the groundbreaking 90’s African American girl group Salt-N-Pepa’s hit, I Am the Body Beautiful, that I have always found inspiring:
“There ain't enough words to express how I feel
I'm body beautiful, true, that's for real
Am who I am and that's all I can be
Open up your mind so your eyes can see”
OK, so this one was a particular treat for me: not just because I absolutely love a bit of genderqueer action with subversive undercurrents, but because both performers happen to be people I regard as pals. Charlie Forrest and I made our Dreams of Spanking debut together in Please May I Come, Mistress, a couple of years ago (and we ended up winning an award for it – have I told you that already?). In Carpe Posterium, though, he’s playing an irascible Latin tutor who has been requested by the father of lazy student Blake to provide some old-fashioned discipline.
Blake, though first appearing somewhat nervous (and well you might be, lad. Well you might be!) is in no mood to accept Mr Forrest’s criticism and reacts with sulky petulance which turns into outright rudeness. Naturally, this can’t be allowed to pass, and it isn’t long before Blake is obliged to bend over and submit to a sound thrashing. This is expertly administered with a proper old-fashioned tawse: first over the trousers, then on the pants, and finally the tawse is applied to Blake’s bare bottom, which blooms with delicious red marks.
There are many fun touches to this film which lift it out of the ordinary: Blake’s gorgeous tailcoat-and-trousers ensemble, suggestive of the young rake about town, certainly works on me and anyone else with a thing for a bit of badly-behaved posh. Charlie’s extraordinary waistcoat and cravat (and distinctive sideburns) give the perfect impression of the faintly-eccentric academic.
Though both performers are playing it straight, there’s a nicely snarky, even absurdist atmosphere, which is something you tend to get in all the best spanking erotica. Sure, some people prefer hardcore disciplinary spanking to be intense, serious and quite dark, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but I’m always more drawn to stuff that’s either full-on fun or has a satirical edge rather than a sadistic one.
As it happens, the background music here is slightly discordant and gives a feeling that things are teetering on the edge between funny and a little bit frightening: after all, the out-of-control posh boys are often the ones who end up wrecking the place, and it’s perhaps a pity that certain real-life ones don’t have the equivalent of a Mr Forrest around to teach them that actions – or inactions – can have painful consequences.
Everyone varies as to how much plot they want with their porn. Some people like an elaborate, detailed storyline with properly-researched props and costumes; others want to go straight to the action. For the more mainstream stuff, ‘the action’ is usually pretty genital-oriented, but when you get into the more diverse, niche stuff, it might be something completely different. (There is, for example, an apparently- thriving sub-genre of porn which focuses entirely on close ups of women’s feet as they struggle to retain control of cars or trucks while driving in unsuitable shoes.)
After School Tease features Pandora Blake in her school uniform, bending over to show off her gorgeous rear in a nice tight burgundy ‘school’ skirt, and striking a succession of poses. That’s it, but it’s fascinating. Pandora’s performance somehow opens up a whole world of imaginative possibilities: what’s she doing? Is she waiting for someone? Is she going to get a whacking? The section of the film where she handles a succession of spanking implements suggests that a spanking of some description might be on the cards, and that it might well be a hard, punitive one. However, the clip’s one line of dialogue is her complaint that her bottom is sore, so perhaps she’s waiting for some aftercare, or maybe something else?
It’s worth noting that there is absolutely nothing explicit on show: the first couple of minutes involve Pandora putting on her tight skirt: we see her in her knickers, school shirt and tie, and there’s something appealingly ritualistic in the way she steps into the skirt, fastens it and smooths it lovingly over her bum. For the rest of the time, she remains fully dressed, but manages to convey all sorts of enticing, kinky possibilities to come. The whole thing has a powerful vibe of anticipation: it's a very good case of ‘less is more.’
So much of the delight of porn is the fantasy, isn’t it? We seek storylines and situations that turn us on and tickle our imaginations, allowing us to transport ourselves into the scene and vicariously experience the unknown. As someone who has had a long-standing interest in spanking and being spanked, I realized while watching Pandora’s Birthday Caning, featuring Pandora Blake and Sarah Gregory, that of course spankings can be lighthearted and loosely structured, all while remaining intense and enthusiastically consensual. It’s sometimes easy to forget that spanking, both giving and receiving, can absolutely be a joyful, exuberant act - it needn’t be limited to discipline, humiliation, punishment, or the other more traditional tropes of the genre.
This spanking film shows how fun and friendship can be excellent catalysts to very exciting spanking and caning porn. If you want to watch quality porn films (and clearly you do if you’re here), palpable chemistry between porn performers should be a basic requirement, in my opinion. Even if the scene is less sexually charged, chemistry doesn’t fall to the wayside.
Pandora’s Birthday Caning is a refreshing film in that sense. There is no obvious seduction, no pantomime of desire. The genuine comfort and authenticity between Pandora and Sarah proves that two people having a warm and sincere conversation alongside OTK spanking can be immensely gratifying to watch. Pandora and Sarah are clearly very comfortable with one another, and that comfort provides a soft and stable grounding to this unscripted, behind the scenes porn film. In lieu of theatrical roles, we get to see sparkling smiles, shy eye contact, sincere compliments and genuine excitement about the thrills of discovering, honing and thoroughly enjoying spanking both professionally and privately.
I absolutely appreciate how genuine this lesbian spanking film is. It’s a conversation between friends and colleagues that creates space for casual erotic experiences to unfold. For me, being able to be a “fly on that wall” is not only intimate and fascinating, it removes the ‘fourth wall’ and makes the whole scene more approachable and accessible than more scripted and dramatic productions. While ‘amateur porn’ has a similar authenticity, a grittiness and realness, and also often lowers that fourth wall, there’s something lovely about watching a personal, candid scene unfolding between two consummate professionals like Pandora and Sarah, shot and edited to professional quality.
I love and appreciate when films can help give you a new perspective on things. In this case, Pandora’s Birthday Caning has given me a new way of looking at spanking that I can now take away with me, continue to mull, and incorporate into my own experiences and fantasies - which makes this film the gift that keeps on giving.
The adage, ‘Necessity is the mother of invention’ came to mind for me while watching He Wouldn’t Spank Me because I absolutely relate to the plight of needing a sound spanking and not having someone to give it to me. Pandora’s monologue that opens the video plays out as a tell-all of a dud of a weekend with an underwhelming spanko. Where he has failed, Pandora ultimately triumphs by administering an impressive self-spanking, complete with hairbrush and wooden ruler to round out the variety of sensations, sounds and marks.
I myself have self-spanked on many occasions when feeling dire and desirous of that certain sort of sting, when nothing else will do, when simply touching and thinking are not enough. I personally enjoy it and find it very different than being spanked by a partner. It’s a bit of a mind fuck to strike yourself in pleasure, more so even than being struck by someone else. I suppose it’s the dual sensation of one’s bottom warming and burning with each strike, in combination with one’s hand getting more and more fatigued.
Here are 5 things to consider if you want to try a successful self-spanking:
Nothing is less sexy than getting interrupted or having to stop playing because you don’t have the right toys or tools at hand. If you’re experimenting with self-spanking, plan ahead so that you have the privacy (if desired) and comfort, as well as implements, that you want and need.
If you’re new to self-spanking, consider it like any other private pleasure activity: it will be better if you’re good and ready for it. Do whatever you need to get in the mood, whether that’s watching hot spanking porn like He Wouldn’t Spank Me, or any of your other favourite Dreams of Spanking pieces, a sensual bubble bath, or getting turned on with your favourite toy(s).
Take it slow
A good spanking requires some warm up, so start with small swats and taps on top of underpants or light pajamas, playing with the speed, intensity and frequency. It’s not a race, and you needn’t have a goal in mind, simply try different things and pay attention to how everything feels. Once your skin is warm to the touch, try again on bare skin.
Variety is the spice of spanking
There are so many options with spanking: under or over clothes, barehanded or with implements, hard and punishing or soft and sensual. Barehanded, with a ruler or hairbrush, like Pandora used in He Wouldn’t Spank Me or a light shoe or slipper are great household items to try. Self-spanking is a great way to explore what excites you about spanking but stick to the meaty spots like thighs and buttocks. Avoid bony places like ribs and joints, your lower back and kidneys and your spine. Self-spanking is not for everyone, so if you try it and it’s not quite right for you, that’s okay too!
After Care is Self Care
Impact play, even if it wasn’t too physically taxing, should be followed up by after care, and if you’re self-spanking that means taking time to cool down and rest a bit when you’re finished. Cool compresses and lotion can be very soothing to spanked bottoms and a cup of tea or other warm drink can help you relax and unwind.
Although entirely different, without the ritualised connection of someone else spanking you, self-spanking can be a wonderful way to experiment with your limits in spanking, both giving and receiving. Much like masturbation can help us learn about our body’s pleasure at our own pace, self-spanking can be a great way to safely learn what about spanking you like or need. As with any pain or physical play, start small and work your way up to a pleasurable level of intensity, respecting your limits and playing within them.
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There’s always something endearing about behind-the-scenes material. I’m rather fond of that photograph of Robert Powell taken during the filming of Jesus of Nazareth: the actor, strapped to his cross, is wrapped in a blanket and being given a drink and a cigarette by a crew member between takes, which deliciously demystifies the whole thing. There are some similar enjoyably fourth-wall-breaking moments in this excellent look at the making of Mrs Smith’s Method: Pandora strolling into shot in modern t-shirt and knickers to give a bit of directorial advice; the discussions over how to achieve the impression of an utterly frenzied birching of Amelia Jane’s bare arse without going beyond what would be safe, sane and consensual for the actor.
Mrs Smith's Method, released a couple of years ago, is one of the more ambitious and elaborate Dreams of Spanking productions. It pushes many buttons: sly pokes at Victorian moralizing, hypocrisy and weirdness, especially via Molly Malone’s fabulous portrayal of a thrashing-obsessed, for-your-own-good religious loon; the ritualistic elements involved in hardcore discipline, such as kissing the implement and thanking your chastiser, and the closing blissed-out, yielding contrition. However, seeing the cast interact between takes as themselves is endearing and a good reminder that, no matter how dark the scene you want to play out might be, it can still be enjoyable fun entered into with full knowledge and great enthusiasm.
I’ve recently been dabbling in spanking shoots again myself and, along with the indisputable fun it is to yell at a cute girl and spank her pert bum till it’s glowing and hot, the laughs and hugs and the reassurance afterwards that she enjoyed it, that it was fun working together, and that we’re all good, are as important a part of the experience as the actual scene.
Severe punishment, the sort that comes with a few darker overtones of wretched humiliation and the crushing of a free spirit, may not be to everyone’s taste, though it’s definitely hotter than hot for a lot of people. I’d have to admit that my own preferences run more to the knockabout comedy end of the spanking scene, so I probably like this making-of version slightly more than the original. It’s also a good way of showing just how much work goes into the making of a porn film that’s a little bit more ambitious than most, and would be just as helpful as a masterclass in making your own historical romp, should you be so inclined. Mrs Smith Behind The Scenes is certainly a terrific companion piece to Mrs Smith’s Method: watch them back to back, if you have a free afternoon. As to whether you prefer to tantalise yourself with the making-of and then watch the film proper, or enjoy the feature first and then go back and see how it was all done, that’s entirely up to you.