We are interested in receiving high-quality spanking films for publication on our website. Depending on the quality of the film we can pay £50-100 for a non-exclusive commercial license to bring your work in front of a new audience. If your work is selected, we will feature you on our Guest Directors page and provide links to your other platforms.
To be considered, your video must be fully edited and shot in HD (1920x1080px) or higher. We are looking for full spanking scenes between around 10-20 minutes in length, and in which all performers’ faces are in shot. If the scenario depicts fictional representations of non-consensual spanking, we encourage you to include a short interview or outtake reel showing all performers’ enthusiastic consent. Performers can be of any gender, and we will prioritise submissions from people of colour. You must include photo ID and signed 18 U.S.C. 2257 release forms for all performers for your submission to be considered. You retain full commercial rights to any content we use.
To submit a film, please fill out the form below.
Submit a spanking film
Got a spanking fantasy you’re longing to see on screen? This is where you can share it. Submit your idea, describe the mood, the dynamic, the spark you want captured, and we’ll bring it to life through crowdfunding. Whether you’re drawn to teasing tension, firm authority, playful mischief or something deliciously specific, this is your chance to see it brought to life. Send in your desire, and let the crowd help make it real.
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Spanking Film Submissions
List of suggested ideas can go here.
Becky the Brat: Lord of the Spankings
Becky O’Callaghan is a bit of a brat. She always has been fascinated with spanking, and has been trying to tease her college boyfriend, Jack, into spanking her. After Jack finally gives Becky a playful spanking in the park, Becky begins looking for ways to win herself a trip across his knee. When Jack suggests they watch “The Lord of the Rings” together, Becky begins to interrupt the movie repeatedly on purpose, until Jack finally gives Becky an ultimatum: behave…or it’s time for a spanking. At long last, Becky is about to get the spanking she has been hoping for.
The Candle and the Flame
The first thing she noticed in the wood-panelled corridor was a
strangely pleasing crack in the heavily-patinated oak frame of the wall
mirror. Worn and old, it was still beautiful. She touched it gently,
feeling its coarseness. Being almost late she checked herself quickly in
the glass, smoothed her unruly auburn tresses, and picked up the small
silver tray laden with a white altar candle from a scarlet-clothed table
by the wall. ‘I can’t be late. Not for Him,’ she thought, rushing down
the candle-lit corridor as fast as her restrictive tight dark blue skirt
and vertiginous black high heels would allow.
As she approached His door; heavy, wooden and darkened by time; her
anticipation grew and her breaths became nervous and short. She took a
second to brush her skirt into order, check her stocking seams, and
arrange her crisp white blouse into a carelessly pure and alluring
state. Her heart registered an extra beat as she raised her hand to
knock.
As the echoes of her sharp rapping dissipated into the candle-smoked
air, time seemed to stall.
She waited.
After a period perfectly judged to heighten her anticipation, a dark
male voice spoke from the chamber within. He spoke with a smooth rumble,
a voice harsh but soft. She obeyed his command and entered the room.
He stood by the window, the stylish antique decor of the room reflecting
His presence. Tall windows, heavily curtained; dark oak-panelling,
flickering gas lighting, bookshelves filled with leather bound texts.
She stood by the door clutching the tray. He granted her the merest
gesture and she approached the large bureau in the centre of the room.
She placed the silver tray with the candle on the desk. She waited.
Without taking his eyes off her he pulled a heavy fob watch from his
breast pocket, gave it a cursory glance and said, ‘On time. Just.’
He inspected her from afar, replaced the watch, and permitted a vulpine
half-smile to form expressing his approval.
‘You know what to do,’ he said.
Acknowledging his statement with the slightest of nods, she opened the
top left drawer of the desk and carefully removed a box of matches and
an ornate old hat pin. It felt heavy in her palm. She closed the drawer
and turned to look at Him. He nodded silently. Her face flushing, she
lowered her gaze.
Turning away from him again to face the desk, she gentle prodded the hat
pin into the side of the candle an fraction of an inch from the top.
‘Good,’ he said.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she thought, relieved.
‘The flame,’ he instructed.
She carelessly wasted the first match, almost drawing a derisory snort
from Him; but with a slight tremble she successfully lit the candle with
the second. The flame almost guttered, but gently stabilised and grew
until it was strong.
‘Now, I want you to… prepare,’ he commanded; soft, insistent and
authoritative.
Not taking her eyes of the candle flame, she bent down deliberately over
the bureau.
‘Now,’ he commanded. She slowly and sensually pulled up her skirt around
her waist, then placed her palms flat on the leather writing pad of the
desk.
Behind her at the back of the room, she heard Him momentarily almost
murmur his pleasure as he surveyed her exposed panties and stockings and
the elegant sensual curve of her legs and buttocks. But he instantly
regained his composure and reinstated the grave silence.
Not taking her eyes off the candle flame, she watched and she waited,
her extraordinary blue eyes ablaze in the flickering light.
As the minutes passed, the flame ate into the soft wax – and gradually
the candle lip diminished and approached the hat pin impaled into its
side.
She did not take her eyes off the flame.
The heavy hat pin started to droop as the supporting wax melted.
She waited. She did not take her eyes off the flame.
The hat pin suddenly tilted, and she let out an involuntary gasp. But it
still held its faint grip on the candle.
She could almost sense His contained excitement at the back of the room
behind her. He too was waiting. He too could not take his eyes off the
flame.
And then, with the heat of the flame and the burden of its own weight,
the hat pin finally submitted and dropped into the silver tray.
She knew that was the signal. Barely containing a gasp of anticipation
she sensually slipped her white panties down over her black stockings to
her mid thigh. She adjusted them to ensure they were straight as He
required.
His satisfied silence commanded the room.
She heard him open the cupboard and remove an implement. She knew it
would be the cane.
As he approached her with a measured step and gently caressed her
nakedness, she felt warm and content inside, awash in a state heightened
expectation, tensely relaxed. The air around her felt thick with
potential, charged, as an erotic mist descended. She closed her eyes and
smiled.
She knew what was to come…
