Politics is awfully serious these days, isn’t it. Where once we had the camp, satirical Yes Prime Minister, now we have a neverending chain of Serious Dramas on Netflix filled with objectionably ambitious people who never laugh at themselves - and there’s little enough room for laughter in real life politics at present, either. If you’re mourning the days when there was space for brevity in our tumultuous political landscape, we’ve got the film for you; The Party Whip is a comedy piece in a hallowed British tradition. Nobody laughs at us as well as we laugh at ourselves - and if there’s a good solid flogging involved to boot, well then, more’s to the better!
Or so MP Lana Moon seems to think, anyway. Despite Pandora’s best efforts as Party Whip, the traditional heavy flogging with leather tails doesn’t quite seem to tame her; doubtless she’ll be stepping out of line again just as soon as she can.
And that’s the hottest thing about this scene too, actually - the barely-restrained glee of our Honourable Friends. There’s a lot of hot fantasy to be had in a reluctant spanking, of course, but I love the eagerness Lana has here. “I didn’t realise politics got to nudity quite so fast”, she says, slipping out of her red leather dress. Pandora raises a manicured eyebrow in response. “Well”, she replies, dripping with disapproval. “It wouldn’t if you behaved yourself.”
This wry, joyous approach to punishment is made even clearer in the behind the scenes special we’ve released alongside the main film. Lana and Pandora clearly had a great time shooting this, even when trying to navigate the complexities of shooting porn in a post-COVID landscape.
It would be easy to let the Januaryness of everything get you down at the moment, here in the midst of another national lockdown - so let The Party Whip cheer you up a little. It certainly did the job for me!
Porn takes many forms. Many people assume it’s all about people with idealised bodies engaging in aggressive fucking, but we know that’s only a small part of it: there is porn for every niche, starring every body type, catering to every audience. And of course it comes in so many different formats too, including audio stories and photo galleries.
The jerk-off instruction video (JOI) has become incredibly popular. People have been telling each other what to do in bed since time immemorial - and as a pornographic genre, it's really found a foothold once everyone started carrying little video studios around in their pockets. As DIY porn has exploded, particularly in this strange new post-pandemic landscape, swathes of new small, independent pornographers have been looking for ways to engage their viewers shooting solo in the bedrooms. What better way to do that than to involve the viewer directly?
Point of view scenes are intimate and carry a powerful punch with the feeling that your favourite porn star is speaking directly to you. They know you're probably wanking while watching their video - and if they tell you exactly how they want you to do it, it adds an extra layer of excitement. You can now get JOIs aimed at male and female viewers - this one is aimed at cock owners, as it was a custom film ordered by a viewer. If you'd like us to produce a cunt-oriented JOI film, leave a comment on this post!
Our latest film, Bend Over New Boy, combines a school caning POV with Pandora in the role as gleefully sadistic prefect with a naughty strap-on fuelled JOI, all in prim and proper English school uniform. A follow up to our recent caning JOI film A Visit to the Schoolmaster, this is a story of tables turned and bottoms beaten with a subversive little twist. Imagine yourself in the role of helpless new boy during his first term at school, facing the cane for the first time... and whatever's in your pants, touch yourself as much as you like.
For a lot of us, kinks and fetishes of all kinds have their origin stories way back in childhood. It’s pretty common to be aroused throughout our lives by whatever was around during our earliest experiences of our own internal sexuality, or by something that for whatever reason our childhoods rendered taboo (and therefore exciting). One explanation for why so many people find school uniforms arousing makes sense in this context - after all, a lot of the first people we ever fancied were wearing them at the time!
This is probably how spanking got a reputation for being a British vice. In reality it’s probably no more common here than it is anywhere else in the world, but we invented the classic public school system - the overly formal uniforms, the hierarchical culture where pupils were punished as much by other pupils as they were by school staff, the focus on canes and birches and punishment books to correct wrongdoers. It’s not as much a thing of the past as one might imagine, either: corporal punishment wasn’t banned in British state schools till 1986, and it was 1998 before public schools fully abolished the practice. There are people who were spanked or caned in British schools who are now still in their 20s and 30s.
That group no longer contains most of us, of course; I certainly wasn’t caned at my inner city comprehensive in the early 2000s. It’s difficult to apply any of the old-fashioned ideas about British schooling to my experience, really, barring perhaps the uniform - which I found a thousand different ways to personalise and cheat! So what’s my excuse?
I think some of it might come down to a sort of national nostalgia, often rather rose-tinted. I sat in my so-called “rough” state comp, with its creaky 60s prefab buildings and its somewhat humiliating OFSTED reports, reading boarding school stories and coming of age novels set in some distant but unmistakably British past.
Our latest film, ‘A Visit to the Schoolmaster’, is playing on exactly this kind of nostalgic looking back to a past we were never quite a part of. Pandora has had a thing for public school canings since before she can remember, so she’s thrilled to have a chance to meet a real boarding school master - particularly when he turns out to still have his punishment book and his slender, biting canes. We’re told this tale while she’s dressed in full school uniform, smirking cheekily into the camera, the kind of gleam in her eyes that will get you a long detention.
But who wouldn’t want a long detention, if they got to share it with her?
It’s almost always a shame to take sex too seriously. Let’s face it, fucking is kind of an inherently ridiculous thing to do: it’s messy, it’s often unflattering, it’s practically inevitable that someone will get a painful cramp at an inopportune moment. The ability to laugh with our sexual partners is what makes all these things okay, and it can be a bonding experience in and of itself.
So sometimes I think porn could do with a bit more humour. Not all the time, of course - we all love our severe, headspacey scenes too - but why shouldn’t porn sometimes be funny? Life is funny. Sex is often funny. If porn is an art form in its own right (and I believe that it is, or can be) there’s no reason it shouldn’t imitate life in all its ridiculous glory.
A Spot Of Bother is a male/male bare bottom spanking film in a historical setting. It is also, at times, genuinely laugh-out-loud funny. It’s a sort of Jeeves & Wooster (or perhaps Holmes & Watson) period pastiche, a queer trans sendup with a sense of humour as uniquely British as caning itself. “They insulted the Queen, I suppose?”, asks Blake at one point, trying to work out what has caused his dutiful manservant to act with such uncharacteristic impulsivity. You can see the twitch of Charlie’s lips trying to keep a straight face as he replies: “In a manner of speaking, sir.”
This is a guest director film, produced and edited by Charlie Forrest himself. He clearly had as much fun with the editing as he and Blake with the ad libbing. The result is a rollicking gay spanking film with some jolly good jokes. That doesn’t take away from the hard caning we all love to see here; in my opinion, it adds to it. This scene is as well-rounded as Charlie's bottom, and there’s no denying that Blake makes a fabulous queen.
In the current circumstances, audio stories are a good way to get a fix of naughtiness discreetly. Just put in some headphones and enjoy an intimate spanking fantasy, direct to your eardrums.
Bare That Bottom, Boy is an immersive little tale of domestic discipline and bare bottom spanking. And this fantasy is dirty. Pandora Blake plays a young and wicked stepmother to you, dear listener, in the role of a young man badly in need of discipline. Pandora slides from stern disciplinarian to teasing sensualist. Her "it's-for-your-own-good" strictness is spiced up with hints of tantalising, forbidden pleasures to come.
This story plays on the theme of erotic humiliation. Any subs with a taste for taboo naughtiness will find themselves squirming with anticipation.
As someone with a fondness for consensually mistreating cute young men, I personally found myself identifying more with Pandora than with her victim, but that made me enjoy it all the more. I could envisage myself participating in the ritualistic removal of skin-tight denim jeans, baring a pert, vulnerable pair of buttocks, all ready to be reddened by a good, hard spanking.
Fun though it is to relish the subtle touches which let you know there are naughty undercurrents to spankings and punishments, there are times when it’s even more fun to be explicitly filthy. The delightfully spiteful refinements Pandora proposes to include in this punishment gave me a few ideas to put into practice the next time I get someone cute and willing over my knee...
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Welcome Violet, who has recently joined the Dreams of Spanking team as a copywriter. She regularly posts erotic photography and writing and her blog Love, Violet.
It’s an interesting thing to look at porn that is “not my thing” and try to see it objectively. Not surprisingly, this isn’t an easy thing to do. It makes sense that we process stimuli we find pleasing more readily and more directly than stimuli that doesn’t quite float our boat. However, the photo gallery In Big Trouble is beautifully made and has enough artistic merit to stand alone, regardless of one’s personal tastes.
Porn is a faction of the overall canon of contemporary art, in my opinion, and I say that as someone whose education is in fine art and critical theory. Many people would disagree, but when the crafting and production of pornography is as considered as its themes and narrative, like the films and photos here on Dreams of Spanking, I’d be hard pressed to dismiss it as too low-brow to be art. In Big Trouble is a beautiful example of visual storytelling that is highly narrative, emotionally demonstrative and visually satisfying to the viewer.
I’m not privy to the details of the creative process or art direction behind a scene like In Big Trouble, but it’s clearly well considered with captivating details. The inspiration for this custom hard spanking photo story came from a client with a particular vision, based on tales of his ex lover’s accounts of hard caning and OTK spanking conducted at home in her younger years. He said,
“Her stories to me of being punished were always the most engaging when she was describing the more ritualistic preparations of being led to the living room, being made to assume the position, being told to lift her dress, being instructed to lower her panties, and then later being ordered to lay down over his knees."
So much of what is described and desired in this scene is internally felt; both by the client as he relives his response to his lover’s stories, as well as the actual scene as it unfolds, grippingly portrayed by Pandora Blake and Mike Pain. Nuanced focus, attention to detail, and the rich storytelling of photography allows the viewer to be transported to the dining room, where paternal hand and rattan cane befall Pandora's tender bottom over and over. I found myself holding my breath as I moved through the images, struck a bit dumb by the intensity and anxious discomfort I felt as the story unfurled. I could feel the heat of the welts, the humiliation of her bottom being bared, and the potion of fear and obedience she must have felt to be able to resist flinching, kicking or squirming.
The artistry of these photos is, for me, in the discomfort that they elicited in me. Not all art is pretty or comfortable. These images are striking (ooops, what a pun!) even though they are not what I turn to for visual titillation. How then, did they resonate so deeply for me? I understand the client’s desire to have that tension highlighted: to experience, indirectly, his lover's humiliation and fear, as well as the unquestioned power and authority of her disciplinarian. These are potent archetypes and themes, because of the power dynamics of the domestic relationship and the ritualised experience of punishment.
This photo gallery made me pause, examine and interrogate my responses. It made me reflect on the nature of the relationships and fetishes depicted and the powerful emotions they provoke. In short, it got me thinking, and it made me feel something. Although that is not the same as being turned on, I was certainly stimulated. And that, folks, is what both porn and art are meant to do.