A few weeks ago in another blog post, I briefly lamented the universe’s paucity of femdom content that does not aim itself solely at masc subs, and lo - Pandora has yet again sought to redress that imbalance. You can’t say we never do anything for you!
Feminine Discipline is gorgeous: even from a purely artistic perspective these shots are lovely to look at. They make a beautiful gallery set, they work as well individually as they do together, and the whole collection really feels like a peek into dominant-Pandora’s own private boudoir.
Of course we’re not really here to look at these photos “from a purely artistic perspective”, are we. They are also, frankly, hot as hell; Pandora is dressed in a tight pencil skirt that hugs her every curve, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to leave you wanting more. The upskirt shots have a clandestine feel to them, letting you sneak a peek at her seamed stockings and the curve of her beautiful derrière. Throughout the set she toys with a variety of implements - hairbrush, strap, cane - and it’s clear to see she knows exactly how to handle them. And you, perhaps...
The real jewels of this set, though, are the photos that focus on Pandora’s face. So much of a D/s dynamic is played out in facial expressions, and these images replicate that beautifully. She looks stern, confident, relaxed; in some shots she’s giving you a glance of casual dominance, in others a mischievous smirk. She’s still deciding what she wants to do with you today, and she’s absolutely in control. This is the kind of photoset you’ll come back to again and again, always finding a new way to imagine what it is all that tension is building up to
Like many spanking fans, here at Dreams we love beautiful bottoms in all their forms. Our latest scene might not be the kind of ‘butt stuff’ we usually release here, but it showcases so much of what we’re all about; it’s a wholly performer-produced film, focused entirely on Pandora’s own interests and enjoyment (and their bum, of course).
And it is hot, isn’t it. Another thing we love to do here is share fantasies - a lot of our scenes come from the fantasies of the performers featured. The real heart of this scene is Pandora’s dreams; the desire they let you in on as they fuck themselves to climax. They tell you all about how much they’re enjoying what they do, how much they love the feeling of being filled. You can see in their face how intense and how real their orgasm was.
How long did they keep that plug inside them after they finished filming? We’re not telling - but we do know their love of everything butt is as real as can be
I’ve always thought there wasn’t enough audio porn in the world.
Partly that’s down to my own particular set of, er, ‘interests’. I once came just from someone talking me into it, no physical touching required, and I’ve always harboured a deep-seated interest in submissive hypnosis - I could write an essay on the wonders of a chatty dominant!
It’s not just that, though: it’s also because audio erotica lets you get lost in your own mind like nothing else does. Much as I prefer radio soaps to their televisual counterparts (because on radio the pictures are better), aural porn is as close as it gets to a two-person solo experience.
In-ear headphones help a lot with this. They sound like the speaker’s voice is right inside my own head, and that feeling has been a powerful element of some of my most memorable sexual experiences. Even when you’re alone, with audio porn there’s no barrier between you and the fantasy at hand; there’s no bright screen to keep an eye on, no variably-formatted text to squint at on your phone. You can invite the story into your mind and let yourself get lost in it.
One of the things that makes porn difficult - both to create as a performer and to find as a consumer - is that everyone wants porn that is exactly their thing. Cis men are usually the assumed viewer, especially if one’s interests run primarily to the femdom end of the spectrum (I can’t really be the only queer female sub who wants to watch femdom stuff, can I?) - and even when that’s not a problem, most of us still want to find porn where the performers are our physical ‘type’ and the setting is one that resonates.
None of that matters with audio erotica. I’m especially fond of scenes like our recent Snake Eyes where the story is essentially a monologue; the submissive is never described, never gendered, never referred to other than as “you”. The encounter could be taking place anywhere - a dungeon, a castle, your own bedroom. Zak, with her calm, commanding voice, could be anyone you wanted to put yourself at the mercy of. This is a story of random factors and precise paddling that comes tailor-made for any subby spanking fan who listens to it.
I get that humans tend to be highly visual creatures, of course, but goddamn - sometimes, I just want someone to whisper into my ear.
Pandora tells me that her latest photoset, Provoking a Caning, was shot by her real-life partner Felix, in the honeymoon phase of their early relationship. You can feel the erotic tension in these pictures. Pandora, in a sexy little black dress, is in the mood for both pain and pleasure. She poses provocatively, giving both Felix and the viewer a flash of her nipples, a glimpse of her arse and then plenty more. She knows what she wants, and she plans to get it.
Felix isn’t going to put up with the impudent teasing for long, though: soon the clear red stripes of an expertly-wielded cane start to appear on Pandora’s bum-cheeks. She’s shown bending over, with her hands on the sofa, dress rolled up and sporting a cute pair of fuck-me shoes. More cane welts appear as the set progresses, and soon Pandora is lying face down on the sofa, displaying her marks. While you never see the cane being wielded, it’s easy to imagine the impact, the swish, the thud and the sting, and Pandora’s aroused whimpers. A few face close-ups show the expression every affectionate, horny sadist loves to see on the face of a well-thrashed submissive.
Much of the joy in this set comes from what is not shown but can be imagined: the flirty dialogue between two people who are hot for one another and still enjoying the process of discovery; the progression from tease-and-please to lusty, urgent impact play… and then what might come afterwards. There’s something both arousing and endearing about getting a little glimpse into a private world which a couple are happy to share with us. It will warm your heart – and probably your parts as well.
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...
There’s a lot to be said for switching: you get the best of both worlds and double the opportunities to play. In The Aroused Disciplinarian, we get to find out what happened after Pandora, as the strict mistress of a traditional (ish) upmarket household, took the nanny over her knee for a well-earned spanking.
In The Naughty Nanny, Pandora was all discipline and dignity, ticking Amelia Jane Rutherford off thoroughly while punishing her with a hand spanking, whacks with a wooden ruler and finally a leather belt. This time, she’s in a much more mischievous and sensual mood. She confides that dishing out discipline excites her - and, more to the point, makes her long to experience a good, hard whacking herself. Wriggling with a mix of frustration and anticipation, she plays with the ruler she so recently applied to the nanny’s bare bottom, explaining that it had been used on her in her younger days.
Before long she comes to the conclusion that, as no one’s going to spank her, she will simply have to spank herself. She starts over her knickers – a nice pair of sheer black classics - but pulls them down when she decides that the smacks aren’t hurting quite enough. But can she give herself the good thrashing on the bare she craves?
Luckily the wooden ruler is a good choice for self-publishment, and leaves some impressive and well-placed red marks. I was personally impressed with Pandora's ability to place the strokes accurately on her own bum.
Self-spanking can sometimes feel a bit silly, but this film shows how thoroughly effective it can be. Pandora is hungry for pain and horny with it, and she knows she can take care of her own needs while maintaining responsible social distancing!
This film will leave a lasting impression. Just like that ruler.
Our latest update Schoolgirl Scared of the Cane, is a lovely immersive, intimate little POV spanking film. Pandora, in school blouse and tie, addresses the viewer as a friend and confidante. She tells how she got caught with a bottle of vodka on a school trip and is now sitting outside the Head’s office, waiting to find out what her punishment will be.
We see her going through a range of moods: from outrage that she is the one to suffer when it was someone else who brought the booze in the first place, to terror over how many strokes she might get and how much it will hurt, to embarrassment at the idea of having to raise her skirt so the Head sees her knickers, to finally begging the viewer to look after her once the caning is over.
It’s almost all filmed in tight close-up, which adds to the intensity: the camera only seems to pull back once, when Pandora picks up a cane and flexes it nervously. Though it’s a prolonged tease rather than explicit spanking action, this video will set your imagination racing. Pandora talks about Adam, the boy who was the actual rule-breaker in the first place: is it fair that he should get away scot-free? She wonders whether telling tales on him would count in her favour, but seems to decide against it in the hope that taking a caning in his place will make him like her better. The background school romance adds a nicely bittersweet erotic charge to things.
I have immense admiration for Pandora’s acting skills in this solo POV schoolgirl film: she displays convincing fear and shame, yet somehow never quite loses that touch of wicked glee when she describes the pain of getting six of the best, or the welts that were left on a school friend’s bottom when they got a caning for bunking off lessons. I know for myself that screen improvisation is no mean feat. I made a right arse of myself, years ago, doing a bit of femdom improv for an audio site – I was having to make the whole thing up on the spot and my co-star, being a human puppy, had no help to offer other than the occasional ‘Woof’. I absolutely take my hat off to Pandora for this star performance.
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.
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”