Two weeks ago I flew over to America to attend the Texas All State Spanking Party, and shoot some spanking video with the organisers Paul Rogers, Princess Kelley and Sarah Gregory while I was there. It was an epic week full of new experiences, and you can read my posts about it over at my other blog, Spanked not Silenced.
Thinking I'd have no free time to shoot my own videos between all my other commitments, I didn't take my camera with me. But America is the land of opportunity, and one way or another it happened anyway. Alex Reynolds approached me asking if I'd like to shoot some trade or content share with her, and it seemed stupid to pass up the chance. Alex is adorable and I liked her in person even more than I thought I would from reading her blog. So I said yes, sure, and started begging favours to try and make it happen. It meant getting up early on a Saturday, and being late for the vendor's fair, but that was okay. Ten Amorette offered to let me use her cameras and suite for the shoot, and Amelia kindly stepped in to help behind the camera. Ten, by the way, is foxy and brilliant and I adore her, and she was amazingly supportive all weekend, including not minding being chucked out of bed after a late night partying for my shoot.
I filmed two scenes with Alex. She doesn't switch, so I spanked her in both of them. In the first video I was a spanking therapist she'd been referred to by her psychiatrist to help her work through some guilt issues. It was kind of dorky and sweet, and Alex was great in it. We're sharing both scenes, so I'll have to wait until Alex has launched her clips store before I can show you them. Feel free to nag her about it in the meantime! :P
The second scene was more of a "real life" sort of video just about Alex and Pandora, although it wasn't really based on a true story. In the scene we're roommates at a spanking party, and the day before I went for a nap to catch up on my sleep, but asked Alex to wake me before the evening's happenings. She gets so distracted getting spanked by cute guys and hanging out in the pool that she totally forgets, and lets me sleep through. The next morning I wake up and am furious to discover I missed all the fun. I decide she needs another spanking to teach her not to forget about me. (Okay, maybe I just needed an excuse to spank Alex in her pyjamas).
I also wanted to shoot a couple of scenes with Amelia while I had the chance, so while we had the cameras out I squeezed in a third scene with her. I'm a bit scared of wooden paddles, but in all honesty I'd have been disappointed if I'd gone home without getting a paddling or three. The night before, Alex, Amelia, Ten, me and half the other models at the party had got together for a big group dormitory scene organised by Ten, in which her roommate Jerry Diamond had wielded the Spencer paddle. I liked Jerry's style as a spanker, and asked if he'd mind giving Amelia and me another taste of traditional Texan discipline before he went home. He was good enough to oblige, and you'll hear more about that scene in due course.
I was pretty sure that that was all the filming I was going to have time to do for Dreams of Spanking over the weekend. But after the shoot with Alex and Amelia, I got talking with an English photographer and videographer called Andrew Morgan, who was living in Texas and keen to take part on a spanking shoot. He even had his professional recording equipment with him at the party. Again, the opportunity was too good to pass up. So I hired Amelia for a final scene, squeezed in before the models' brunch on Sunday morning, asked Jerry if he'd do the honours again, and we borrowed another room to shoot in.
By this stage of the weekend none of us had had much sleep; I'd been making do on about five hours a night, although Amelia had been being much more sensible and seemed as fresh as a daisy. When I went to knock on Jerry's door on Sunday morning, I discovered the party had only finished a couple of hours earlier, and it seemed best to let him rest.
I walked back down the corridor, brain whirring to think how to re-write the scene I'd had planned. On the way I bumped into Alex's boyfriend Malignus, who had spanked us for another short promo clip the night before. "Hey, Malignus, fancy whacking Amelia and I on video?" I chirped, not really expecting him to say yes.
He blinked. "Er. Sure! Can I have five minutes to shower?"
Saint amongst men! I told him that was fine, and raced back to Amelia and Andrew to reassure them that Thunderbirds were Go.
So Malignus, bless him, was drafted in on zero notice, probably with even less sleep than I'd had, and with no clue what sort of scene he was walking into. Amelia and I had worked out a plot where we were caught by a TSA agent for lying to security at the airport that we weren't visiting the USA for business purposes. So now it was a plainclothes TSA agent. Fine. We thought that it might be hotter if he wasn't a real agent anyway - or at least not one currently on duty - just a sadist with an aptitude for sniffing out naive travellers with something to hide. The title "Business or Pleasure", you see, goes both ways.
I really loved Malignus' topping in this. There's something really hot about his snide, knowing expressions and air of smug, geeky superiority. I'm really glad I got to do a proper scene with him over the weekend, and this one was hot hot hot.
- The heavy leather strap was bought by me the day before at the vendors' fair, and instantly became my favourite implement ever. It had been well used the night before and I was delighted to be able to use it in a video. It hurt a lot more on no sleep and no warmup, but that's all part of the fun, right?
- One of the things with the strap is that it can be tricky to angle it so the impact is distributed across both buttocks. Knowing Malignus hadn't used this particular strap before, and that I was at a bit of an odd angle, when I noticed that the weight was falling mostly on my right buttock I suggested that he drop his arm a little lower. I meant lower to the floor, but the next series of strokes fell entirely on my thighs. Next time we cut to move the camera I asked what was up with all the thigh action. "I thought you said you wanted the strokes lower!" he replied. Bless him, he was dutifully following my pedantic topping-from-the-bottom instructions and was trying to do what he was told.
- Although Amelia and I didn't have to do much acting in this scene, having recent vivid memories of going through American airport security, this obviously isn't based on a true story. Of course not. Our suitcases didn't contain anything suspicious, and we would certainly never lie about our purposes for visiting the USA. Although if we did, and we were caught, I think we'd both much prefer to get spanked than deported.