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!
A fetish is as unique as the person who enjoys it. Within the broader terms we use to describe what we’re into - spanking, humiliation, ageplay - there are all kinds of specifics that belong only to us. What do you long to be spanked with? Which words most get you going? Is there a particular kind of school uniform or other clothing that turns you on to wear, or see others wearing?
Our latest release, ‘Come Here Young Lady’, is a custom-made fantasy for one of our viewers. I don’t know exactly what they requested (only Pandora does; your privacy is important to us!) but there’s a lot to love about this film: so much of what makes it hot is in the small details, the way Pandora makes the viewer feel like they’re being undressed and scolded and shamed. It’s also of course an F/f ageplay scene, which regular readers of the blog may have noticed is right up my street!
If there’s a particular fantasy close to your heart that you’d like to see Pandora bring to life, everything you need to know can be found on our new customs site. In the meantime, head over to our newest release to let Pandora - and her favourite spanking slipper - put you right in your place.
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.
I don’t know if you guys realised this, but Pandora has a secret superpower: the ability to make hot, taboo spanking porn films that are also...weirdly wholesome?
On the surface of it, there’s nothing wholesome at all about our latest film. Pandora plays a bratty slut who has got herself pregnant - and doesn't even know who the father is! By the end she has an extremely red bottom courtesy of daddy dom Nimue, who has had enough and knows who's going to be left to look after the baby. It’s an edgy spanking roleplay involving implied daddy/daughter age play, serious telling-off, and a heavily pregnant spankee getting a hard bare bottom paddling. Plus there's at least one orgy joke.
And yet, and yet... when you get to the end, see - well, I won’t spoil it for you, but I came away giggling and genuinely heartwarmed. This film is a hot power play spanking fantasy, it presses all sorts of filthy buttons, and it also somehow rather sweet. I know Pandora was determined to shoot some hard spanking porn while heavily pregnant, and the baby bump in this film is the real deal. If you like a little age play with your spanking (guilty as charged) and breaking all the rules, you'll like this. And really, who doesn’t want queer butch Daddy dom to spank them and take care of them? I know I do.
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’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.
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.)
I’m going to do something I try to never do when I write: I’m going to preface this article. I wouldn’t usually, but the material is personal and incomplete and may seem a bit rambling and disconnected. However, I suspect that I’m not alone in the questions and conclusions that I’m mulling over, so please bear with me and hopefully there’s a kernel or two that resonates or contributes to a bigger conversation.
When I set out to watch Fetish Fvckdolls 2 (which if you haven’t watched it, I’d encourage you to do so at your earliest convenience) I wasn't expecting it to be a big deal. I’ve blogged here before about how watching porn that’s “not your usual taste” or incongruent with your own desires is interesting and can be enlightening. I was pretty sure that a collaboration by queer and trans performers like Fetish Fvckdolls 2 would be just that: interesting, but not my cup of tea.
Why? Well, I’m a straight-identifying, dominant-leaning cisgender woman who almost exclusively watches gay male chastity porn. Specific? Yup. And really kind of a world away from transfemme submission, which is the overarching main theme running through the four vignettes in Fetish Fvckdolls 2. You can see then how I might have thought that my interest in the film would be purely academic. Interestingly, it was not.
Now, I’m not here to say that this film changed me, nor should the incomplete epiphanies on sexuality that I’m sharing here be mistaken for me jumping on a bandwagon. Neither of those are true. What does feel true, is that I’m feeling really aware of my straight privilege after watching this film.
If you’re a straight person and that term makes you uncomfortable … I feel you. But it should make you uncomfortable. Privilege is a pervasive and dangerous thing when not acknowledged. Honestly, how two-dimensional of me to discount a film like Fetish Fvckdolls 2 as something that couldn’t touch me, something that I wouldn’t be able to identify with! How ridiculous and heteronormative of me to presume that I wouldn’t relate to these scenes. If it was mainstream lesbian porn (you know, the kind performed by cis women for the straight male gaze) would I have been so dismissive? Probably not, because I’m a straight woman who has had sex with other straight women and I’m blisteringly aware of the weight of the male gaze. But I presumed that I wouldn’t relate, or be aroused, by this.
Confused and intrigued, I discussed my bias with my husband, who has recently (or in his words: finally) self-identified as asexual. He watched part of Fetish Fvckdolls 2 with me and commented immediately that he hadn’t even noticed that the performers were trans until the fourth vignette because he was witnessing them as human beings, rather than sexual fantasies. I was surprised by that, because for me transfemme visibility is the point of the project. He asked what would make a film like Fetish Fvckdolls 2 more “my kind of porno”. I didn’t have an answer because I was processing that actually, this is my kind of porn.
Confused? Me too.
How could I think that gay male chastity porn is more relatable to me than porn that has trans women at the heart of it? Am I secretly kind of a bigot? But I know and love so many queer and trans people! Am I not as straight as I thought? Maybe, but that’s not the primary concern for me. The concern is that even though I think I know so much about sexuality, it turns out I don't know as much as I thought.
Yes, yes, we like what we like. The heart/loins want what they want. But it’s becoming evident to me now that the shackles of straight privilege (ie: never having to consider your sexuality or have it challenged, because it’s the cultural default setting) are just that: shackles.
What Fetish Fvckdolls 2 taught me about myself is that heteronormative thinking is limiting because the definitions are so static. “Straight” doesn’t leave much room for variety. Any “exploration” within straight sexuality is expected to be episodic, or at the most, a phase. So when, as a “straight” person, I watched this film, it was a bit dizzying to not see the performers as fantasy objects, and to relate to them on a human level. It revealed to me things I hadn't known before about how objectifying my gaze tends to be.
Fetish Fvckdolls 2 is radical and fresh. It puts trans women at the center of each encounter. Not only are they the subjects of their own experience, they are shown in willing and delighted submission. Not here the degrading porn tropes that cast trans women as exotic freaks with hard cocks, or strip them of autonomy - no, the trans women in Fetish Fvckdolls 2 are very clearly represented as the people they are. Full stop.
I learned that my erotic appetite, regardless of whom I choose to get frisky with, is essentially about the treatment and experience of the people involved, not the combination of bodies I see on the screen. I began to reflect on what turns me on and what turns me off in adult entertainment: it’s not the bodies at all. It’s the dynamics. I haven’t ignored trans porn in the past because it was trans. I've ignored it because when it’s badly done, it’s so likely to be dehumanising.
Fetish Fvckdolls 2 has been made with such smart and mindful intentions by everyone involved that the sexiness absolutely transcends all notions of genre and the limitations of what I thought I could be into. I watched the film three times. It’s 90 minutes long. It took me almost 5 hours of watching this film and then more time processing the experience for me to begin to get my head around these personal biases and blindspots.
What I have learned from Fetish Fvckdolls 2, what I’m so glad to begin to understand about myself, is that I like porn because I watching people fuck. Not just men, not just straight people, not just cishet couples. What I don’t like in porn is mindless and narrowly conceived narratives, and hegemonic control of my gaze. I’m not comfortable knowing that I have been a contributor to that mindlessness, a cog in the wheel of a cultural and artistic system that holds people back, misrepresents them and strips them of humanity, no matter how subtle the effect seems to be.
Having realised that, I want to do better. I know that I won’t always get it right, but only good can come from growth and empathy. And besides, if nothing else, a whole new world of porn just opened up to me, so if you’ll forgive me, I have some catching up to do …
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.