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Big Location Shoot 2013 - memories

Pretty much every night that we were in the cottage, I would plan to blog what had happened that day. Predictably, each evening I was so tired that the idea of doing anything but flop straight into bed seemed impossible. Despite that I did manage to prepare and eat dinner each night, back up my photo and video files, plan the next day's scenes and deal with a few urgent emails, but anything else was beyond me.

As such I have a lot of catching up to do, which seems to be the permanent state of this blog. After Lola Marie we spent two days shooting for Nimue's World, of which I spent one day behind and one day in front of the camera; then three days in a row for Dreams of Spanking, shooting with Michael Darling, Leia Ann Woods and new male switch Andrew Shada.

It was a non-stop, insanely productive week. Nimue produced a total of 20 scenes on her two days, a height of efficiency which is completely beyond me, but even with my penchant for involved, complex storylines I still managed to shoot a total of 30 scenes over my four days, mostly videos with accompanying photos, but also including some standalone photo galleries. Once things started to flow, the three of us (me, Nimue and Tom) slipped into a groove that allowed us to get things done remarkably fast.

I'd love to get photo previews from all the hot scenes we shot up on the blog this week, but realistically it might take me a couple of weeks or more to get caught up. So meanwhile, while it's all fresh in my mind, I just wanted to post some of the more memorable highlights and impressions from the rest of Dreams of Spanking's first week-long location shoot...


The "playroom" in the cottage.
If only they knew!
  • Miscalculating the timings on the morning before we left, and having to throw all my packing into my suitcase from the list I'd written the night before at top speed while the cab waited outside.

  • Getting in a lovely hot bath on the first night we arrived for a soak... and realising that the immersion heater had emptied while both taps were running, and my nice hot bath was in fact a chilly lukewarm bath. Showers for the rest of the week, then!

  • Taking photos with my new stills camera and falling head over heels in love with the entire process.

  • Shooting my first needle play scene with Nimue, for her site, with me playing the top role. I'd never done it before and she asked if I'd mind learning on camera. Of course not, I said - in fact I love videos that are transparent about negotiation and show that bottoms can teach tops just as much as the other way round. We did it with two cameras on tripods in the end, so just the two of us in the room, and it was really special. I didn't get the same physical, 'uNf' response that I do with corporal punishment - it wasn't a horny experience in that way - apart from the fact that I was playing with Nimue's amazing breasts, which is always hot. But there was something very mentally and emotionally powerful about it.

    I loved the moment when the needle goes in, and the gasp you get in response; then as it travels under the surface it doesn't interact with many nerves, but you can control when the point exits the skin again, and get that intake of breath again. I found it an intense, intimate form of control/power play, with loads of eye contact, and an indescribable jolt of energy as needle pierces skin. There's something electric about it.

    Plus, although of course it's difficult to show this on video without pissing off credit card processors, when you remove the needles you get loads of blood, which is always fun to play with. It was the first blood play I'd done for years - since I quit self-harming in fact, which is why I've been avoiding blade/needle play - and it felt very positive for me, very healthy and safe. Plus Nimue's boobs were bruised from the entry/exit points for the rest of the week, which gave me a smug self-satisfied feeling whenever I saw them :D

  • Building log and coal fires in the living room stove, and heaping blankets on the bed to stay warm at night.

  • Being brought tea by Tom every morning - and grinning as he called me or Nims "Madame Director" (depending on whose day it was). Love that man.

  • Trimming apple switches with a penknife to use on Nimue's bottom

  • Using my gorillapod for its intended purpose, clinging to a curtain rail to drop a high face shot into a very small shooting space. Gorillapod enjoyed its little adventure!

  • Covering Tom in baby oil and getting him to do press-ups to bulk up his muscles for a sexy male top wood-chopping photoset. Porn for me! (my catch-phrase for the week). Then getting to snuggle up with him in bed afterwards and giggle under the covers. I love my life.

  • Discovering the extent of my unwanted bruising on Wednesday, and panicking about the big bottoming scenes I had planned for myself (including a 50 stroke full force caning) being ruined as a result. I managed to stay relatively outwardly calm about it, but I was gutted.

    Here's an unedited picture of my bottom on Thursday afternoon, showing the remnants of bruising from the belt scene on Monday morning on the middle of my right cheek and in the tender inner area of my right crease. You can also see the cane stripes which have been permanently visible since April, and which are the reason I've regretfully decided to take a break from professional bottoming now until they've fully healed up. The pink bit is where the belt re-opened one fo those scars and made it bleed a bit.

  • Sitting up on Wednesday waiting for the second new performer of the week - male switch Phil Fury. He was driving across the country after work on Wednesday and due to arrive late in the evening. By midnight there was no sign of him, he hadn't sent the text I'd expected and he wasn't answering emails. I remember sitting there getting increasingly exhausted, grumpy and frustrated. After a week of 7am starts and long days I would normally have gone to bed at 10pm, and I resented every hour of lost sleep. Still, without his phone number there was little I could do. I gave him until 1am, then pinned notes on the gate to the cottage and the front door telling him to call/shout loudly if he arrived in the middle of the night.

    By the morning there was still no sign of him. I texted Michael Darling to see, on the off chance, if he was free, and it turned out he was. Meanwhile we got on with shooting some scenes with just the three of us - as a result, Thursday turned out to be our most productive day, because we did five scenes with Michael when he arrived as well. Not a bad outcome for my first ever no-show.

    Phil contacted me the following day from the hospital, after being involved in a collision on our way to us, which is about as shitty as you could imagine (and, as we'd observed the night before, pretty much the only valid excuse for not texting sooner). Here's hoping he makes a swift recovery and we can reschedule for a shoot in 2014.

  • Getting to shoot scripts that have been in my ideas folder for years - and bring some of my most powerful fantasies to life.

  • Shooting my first ever masturbation to orgasm video, for Dreams of Spanking. It shouldn't really have been a big deal after all the filthy things I shot Nimue doing for her site, but it was my first sexually explicit video (as opposed to photos) as a performer, and my first sexy solo scene, so it was a big deal for me. It felt like it went well - I'm looking forward to reviewing the footage and seeing how it turned out.

  • Deciding to do a 30s scene with Michael that none of us had brought costumes for, and throwing together a riding outfit with mid-calf skirt, boots and jacket out of items I happened to have with me anyway.

  • Making crumble with apples, pears and blackberries from the garden - and accidentally carbonising the topping in three minutes flat as we discovered that the temperature dial on the oven was a lie!

  • Being tied naked in a cupboard... and devising my escape

  • Dressing both Lola Marie and Leia Ann in various items of Victoriana from my collection

  • Getting my hands tawsed properly for the first time, which because Leia sensibly brought a relatively thin tawse with her, wasn't as awful as it would have been with a heavy thick one. It's not a kink that I enjoy at the time, but it's excitingly terrifying beforehand and leaves me feeling very brave afterwards, so that ticks several boxes. I'll definitely do it again.

  • Working myself up into a lather of nervous anticipation before my 50 stroke caning scene that had me faffing around beforehand until we were running nearly 45 minutes late. Everyone was very patient with me, and once the punishment started and I remembered how much I love hard canings, I wondered what all the fuss had been about. Here's the immediate aftermath of 50 full force strokes with two 8mm kooboo canes (right cheek courtesy of Tom, left cheek courtesy of Leia):

    Not as dramatic as I'd hoped, but then my bottom is fairly resilient these days. Next time I'll have to take a 6 month break beforehand, and use 12mm dragon canes, clearly...

  • Chronicling my bruises during the week. Here's my bottom on Saturday morning. Apart from the marks on my left cheek, which are pretty much all from Leia's 25 cane strokes, you wouldn't known I'd taken 50 the day before, would you?

    This is the huge bruise on the front of my thigh which I collected accidentally before we'd filmed a single scene at the start of the week, from walking repeatedly into the sharp wooden corner of the bed while setting up lights before I was properly awake. On Monday afternoon it was bright blue and pink and swollen, and it's still there over a week later!

    And finally, here is the state of my bum on Saturday evening, after my last bottoming scene of the week, including old belt bruises, permanent cane stripes, residual marks from the 50 stroke caning, and fresh riding crop marks:

  • Lying awake at night coming up with alternative storylines for scenarios that wouldn't display my unplanned bruises - or for if the next day's model didn't show up - and then a part of my brain feeling disappointed when we didn't have to use them after all.

  • By Wednesday, feeling like we could do this every day, for the rest of our lives, as long as we had other people to take over the other duties of running the sites. By Saturday, running on empty and knowing there was no way we could have done another day even if we'd wanted to.

  • Consulting Tom on various historical details, and collaborating with him to get storylines note perfect.

  • Developing a fullblown crush on a character of Tom's based on Flashman from the George Macdonald Fraser books. I want to have sex with him. It doesn't have to be on camera. Nimue apparently felt the same way, because after we'd wrapped up the scenes on our schedule she asked to bottom to the Flashman character as well, in an unscripted bonus scene. She assured us that she had no objection to it getting rather sexy if we wanted ;)

  • Falling asleep on Nimue's bosom on the last night, after drinking a mere one and a half glasses of pink wine, and not being capable of any conversation more sophisticated than squeeing at cute animal videos on the internet. Her breasts are very comfortable.

  • Being so tired on the morning we left that I had to keep sitting down and staring blankly into space... before hauling myself to my feet and folding yet more items of school uniform and period costume into suitcases.

  • Packing up the cottage simultaneously mourning for the exhilaration, creativity, imagined worlds and sense of family that developed during the week... and being relieved that we'd finished and could finally start to relax.

  • Back in London, going to the nudist spa with Tom, Nimue and Michael to unwind after one of the most intense working weeks of our lives. Unable to hide the bruises on our bums and instead being open with people we met in the hot tubs about what we'd been up to. We met some wonderful people and made some new friends... and we were all surprised when a pair of total strangers started playing consensual spanking games in the big jacuzzi. Zoe Montana and I raised some eyebrows when we got up to similar mischief last year, so I was relieved to discover we weren't the only ones!

    After six hours of sauna, steam, cool swims, sitting and chatting with wine in the hot tubs, the tension of fatigue had drained away and we were all ready to collapse. I fell asleep as soon as I got in the door and, two days later, I'm still feeling the lingering tiredness of having been running such high energy levels continuously for a week.

I've enjoyed looking through the photos so far and can't wait to get stuck into the video footage. I'll process previews for each day's shooting at a time and share some teasers as soon as possible. It's hard to say how successful the shoot was until I've reviewed the footage, but from everything I've seen so far, it was a huge success, and I can't wait to do it again next year!

Comments

Best wishes Pandora

Sounds like you all had a brilliant time.
Looking forwards to seeing the results :).

Thank you! It was amazing. I am still pining for it. I wish I could spend my whole life doing that. :)

your beutiful pics,s.

First of all I love your bod, beautiful curves and shapes, as for your beautiful bottom, I love it, spankings gets me so, so horny, I am not thinking about sex, but I have an absolute passion to have my bottom disciplined, spanked and caned nice and hard, like old school days gone by. I love feeling the bare bottom getting warmed up, getting nice hot, my best is when then cane comes out, each and every stroke, just delivers that special feeling, pain at its best, the welts and purple bruises are just so cool. Wish I could join you, where I live, this just doe not happen, very frustrating for me, as I would love it to be part of my life style. Nice pics, and I love your bruised bottom.

Thank you Rowan! You know there are spanking parties you could travel to, I've been to a couple in the US and can recommend them. I know of ones in Texas, New Jersey, New York, Chicago, Florida and Las Vegas. I think many people feel isolated in their town or village but thank goodness for the internet is all I can say! It's wonderful to be able to reach out other likeminded people by sharing my fantasies, thoughts and pictures :)

Absolutely wonderful photos Pandora :)

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