Can we take a moment here to talk about Miss Kelley May?
She’s never filmed for Dreams of Spanking before, but she’s been around in the scene for a while - and it shows. Her Dreams debut is a tour de force, the picture of discipline in a figure-hugging pinstripe dress. She knows exactly how to control her strokes with the heavy wooden paddle, leaving Pandora’s bottom red and stinging with minimal force.
Kelley is curvaceous, stern, scolding and sadistic, and I have immediately developed an enormous crush on her. Frankly she can paddle me any time she likes. (Um. Please?)
Pandora of course shines every bit as brightly as her new co-star in this week’s film. As is so often the case, one of the best things about her performance here is her facial expressions: the sense we have that she’s blasé about her punishment at first and then increasingly concerned as she begins to realise what she’s let herself in for.
In the end, she really is paddled and humiliated to her core - and I reckon she’ll think twice before cutting loose at a work dinner again.
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!
This Halloween we’re returning to the kingdom of Avarinth, where last we saw our duchess-to-be receive a humiliating bare-bottom spanking from her mysterious new mentor.
Just as with Part I, what makes this spanking story so great is the character of Riva herself. She represents a side of submission rarely portrayed in porn: the fortitude and resilience found in being beaten. In the face of hardship - and this time hardship comes in the form of a particularly nasty, biting cane - she endures.
Few things in my life have given me a more immediate sense of my own strength than a severe spanking. For me, as for Riva, it was something of a rite of passage; I discovered BDSM as I came of age, and learning that I could withstand a rain of literal blows showed me that I can also survive the metaphorical ones. As Riva herself asks, “how can I come to terms with the reality I have created when you refuse to impart to me the strength that comes from pain?” (Don’t worry, listeners: she definitely gets what’s coming to her in the end!)
And of course it’s not all about learning valuable life lessons - neither in my real life journey nor in this fictional tale. The description of Riva’s harsh caning vividly conjures up how it feels to be caned; the anticipation of every new stroke, the sensation of welts forming on a red-hot backside.
If lockdown has you missing the punishment you crave, this audio story is sure to help you out.
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.
‘Caught Camming’ with Jayda Blayze is the third film in our new Guest Director series, and we think it’s going brilliantly. (The others, if you were wondering, were ‘A Spot of Bother’ - our latest period piece, directed by and starring Charlie J Forrest - and Nimue Allen’s ‘Lockdown Scolding’.)
Made in collaboration with Universal Spanking, the fantasy behind this film is all Jayda’s own - to find out a little more about her inspiration, watch the behind-the-scenes extra we’re releasing in tandem with the main event.
We’ve always been champions of performer-produced content here at Dreams of Spanking: it fits perfectly with our ethical standpoint and our focus on consent above all else. The continued need for social distancing has kept us from being able to get our own cameras rolling again, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity to introduce you all to some fresh content made by other performer/directors - including those who, like Jayda, live too far away to shoot with us in person.
It’s been wonderful to have a chance to work with Jayda, and we’re pleased to announce that this won’t be the last time - we’ve got another film starring her coming out in due course, so watch this space! In the meantime, you can get your Jayda fix on Just For Fans, ManyVids or Twitter.
One of my favourite things about working at Dreams of Spanking is how varied the content I get to write for is. One week I’m waxing lyrical on the virtues of pornography made by real life couples who are truly, deeply in love; the next I’m laughing out loud at a queer comedy pastiche of a BBC period drama. And then this lands in my inbox: an aristocratic fairytale about the haughty future Duchess of a magical land. Never a dull moment!
I think my favourite thing about this story is that it looks at submission from an angle we rarely see: the focus here is on Riva’s fortitude. She’s portrayed not as someone receiving a punishment they richly deserve, nor as a person having a dream fulfilled; those are both true and excellent stories about people who love to be spanked, but they’re not the only roles submission has to offer. This is spanking as a challenge that can be overcome, and a woman who finds strength in overcoming it.
In a way, this echoes some of my own journey with kink and BDSM. This might come as a surprise to some of my former play partners, but I’m not really a masochist in the truest sense; pain itself is rarely my goal for an encounter, and I’m mostly in it for the power dynamics and headspaces. Some of my most memorable scenes involving corporal punishment have been the ones where I’ve finished the session feeling as though I’ve achieved something; I can take pride in knowing that I have these bruises because I weathered the storm. It was difficult, and I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but I stuck it out and I came through to the other side. There’s a life lesson in there somewhere.
(It’s a mistake, incidentally, to assume that the amount of pain someone is in is directly proportional to the amount of fuss they’re making. For some of us the reverse is true - yelps and wriggles mean we’re still warming up; silence and stillness mean I’ve centred myself to ride the wave. Tops, remember to check in with and get to know your bottoms: this has been a PSA! But I digress.)
Riva might end her spanking crying at her new mistress’s feet, but she is not portrayed as a weak or broken woman. She was strong enough to conduct an excoriating self-analysis without shying away from her worst qualities, she was strong enough to trek for hours through the forest to reach an unknown destination, and she was strong enough to take an hours-long OTK spanking without even shedding a tear till it was almost over.
I kind of love Riva, honestly. She’s got this. And so, perhaps, do we
I have a confession to make: when I first saw the opening shots of this film, I assumed Anty would be the one doling out the punishment.
It seems like the expected choice, really, doesn’t it? The surly butch dealer type, taking our Pandora in hand. Pandora herself is ever so femme in this scene, in a floral camisole and figure-hugging skirt, and my mind went directly to the classic butch top/femme bottom dynamic. But Dreams of Spanking has a long history of subverting the expected tropes, and this is no exception.
As the plot develops, it transpires that it won’t be like that at all - rather, a recalcitrant Anty is to be punished for her misdemeanours, bent over and beaten till her backside glows bright red. Pandora administers the punishment with clinical precision, taking time to line up every stroke and letting us see the excited glint in her eye. The resulting collection of welts is a sight to behold, and I winced in sympathy for Anty as Pandora instructed her to pull up her jeans. I too know how much that can sting!
In the end, though, my very favourite thing about this scene isn’t part of the punishment itself at all (though believe me, it’s a good’un). There’s this bit toward the end, just after the spanking has finished, where our co-stars are looking at each other in a long-angled shot - and for a moment, the screen sizzles with sexual tension. For all I knew it wasn’t part of the film, I half expected them to jump each other anyway.
And really that’s what we love most about Dreams of Spanking, isn’t it? So much of what we see here is real, even when the performers involved are actors playing a part. There’s nothing faked about the stingingly beautiful state of Anty’s bottom at the end of her punishment, and I reckon there wasn’t much faked in that snapshot of domme/sub desire either.
I could be wrong, of course. But if you’d like to see this scene for yourself - and it’s great fun from start to finish - it’s out now, and you can find it right here.
(PS - my second favourite thing about this film is Anty’s response when Pandora tells her she won’t hiring her as a dogsitter again: “But I love your dogs!”. We here at Dreams of Spanking are pleased to reassure you that no dogs were harmed in the making of this fantasy.)
Here in the UK, the lockdown has changed all our lives profoundly - and as I’ve written about previously, shooting porn is no exception!
Performer-produced porn is nothing new; many of us who work in the industry already have experience of planning, filming, editing and promoting our own shoots from start to finish. These skills have never been more essential than they are right now, at a time when co-stars and camera operators are out of the question unless they’re people we already happen to live with.
That’s why everything in this simple first-person-POV clip is Nimue Allen’s own work, and it’s part of a growing genre of ‘lockdown porn’ that I’m sure we’ll see more of in the coming weeks. The viewer is cast as a wayward sub who has selfishly chosen to share a drink with friends despite the risk, and femdom Nimue must take your punishment into her own capable hands.
We love performer-produced porn here at Dreams Of Spanking, because it’s the perfect embodiment of our values. The performer has total control over every aspect of the shoot, so consent is baked right in and we’re given the chance to play with new themes and ideas at our leisure. When producing my own porn, I’ve often found it gives me the chance to try things out I might not have an opportunity to in another context - and of course our fans reap the benefit of that experimentation!
Nimue told me that she found shooting this scene to be “very therapeutic” - and I must say, I think being on the receiving end of the caning she describes would be pretty damn therapeutic too...
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.
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.