I love spanking marks. In fact, the bruises are one of the biggest reasons that I engage in spankings. I love to be able to look at my bottom afterward and say, “He did that to me, and I survived.” However, I’ve been very disappointed since I started shooting because it’s become so much harder to mark me. Truly, the same paddling that would have given me very severe bruises early in my career now only leaves my bottom red.
Last weekend I had the joy of having one of my favorite spanking friends come to visit, Henry Higgins. He and I did several nice scenes, and at the end of the weekend I was overjoyed to discover he had successfully bruised me! I am not in love with the tawse that did it, but it was worth it at the end of the day. It made it a little bit easier after he left again to be able to look in the mirror and see the evidence of what we’d done. Don’t worry, I intend to do more entries about the content of our play time!
I know people who watch spanking movies seem to be divided between those who want to see severe marking and those who want to see only pink or red bottoms. That is one of the reasons we have such a wide variety of content on my site. So, I’d love to know your thoughts on this. Are bruises a turn on? Does the fact that I do not bruise easily anymore disappoint any of you? I’ve heard people say that I stopped doing hard scenes because I don’t show marks anymore. I can assure that that is *not* the case! If anything my most recent stuff is the hardest I ever did.
Those of you who don’t like bruises, is it a severity issue or a visual thing? Are there other concerns?
Ok, it’s your turn.
Being a spanking model, one might think that I have had my fill of exhibitionism. After being in front of the camera on a regular basis it is a logical assumption that perhaps I retreat into my private life the rest of the time and don’t allow anyone else to peek in. This would probably even be the sane thing to do. The thing is, I don’t think I’m sane.
You see, I am periodically seized by a strange need to do silly things. Recently, this need manifested itself in a very eventful trip to the mall while wearing an authentic British school uniform. I had done a school scene just prior to this trip, so I simply kept the uniform on that I had been wearing previously. The result of all of this is that when we set out to go shopping I was feeling every bit the recently punished schoolgirl.
When we arrived at the mall I told my friend, “You’ll have to tell me if we get any looks, because I don’t think I’ll be able to look myself.” He laughed, but not two minutes after entering the building he said, “Well that was a look for sure!” I must have started blushing because he laughed enthusiastically. However the real adventure did not begin until we started going into shops. (more…)
So as some of you may know, Colorado has been getting a bit of snow. In April. That’s insane. However, it made me think back to this winter when we were hit with several blizzards in a row, and I was having a hard time guessing when it would melt. So, what is a girl to do when there is a whole lot of snow and not a lot of driving to be done? Why, fantasize of course! This is what I came up with then, though I’ve been saving it for a snowy day. I just didn’t think it would be April… (more…)
I am supposed to keep my boyfriend’s work shirts ironed and available. He likes to have one available all the time, but it’s ok if he doesn’t as long as I do keep them available when he specifically tells me he needs them. This is always a little bit difficult for me, but usually I manage it by remembering to iron sometime in the evening.
Well, this week I messed that up. It’s funny, once I start getting in trouble at home it doesn’t seem to stop. Instead it comes in waves. First, we had the toilet paper incident. Now, it’s shirts. I forgot to do them, totally and completely. I did remember the next day, but only because he asked me where they were. Oops?
So, I got spanked. However this time I had the joy of having to wait all day long. I thought I was going to be punished when my boyfriend came home that night. That’s what he told me on the phone earlier in the day. However, when he got home he was tired. After a bit of small talk he said, “I think we are going to take care of things tomorrow, I am tired.” Let me tell you how well I slept. You see, I am the queen of nerves. I was a mess all day long. I get physical symptoms when I am nervous. Headache, stomach ache, etc. It’s not pretty. So as much as I hate being punished, it’s a kindness to take care of it as quickly as possible, because it prevents me from going through all of the freaking out ahead of time. Making me wait all night meant that I struggled to sleep, was plagued by weird dreams, and woke up feeling ill. (more…)
I like churches. I am not sure why this is, but I always have. I especially like big old historic churches with nifty architecture. This is something that my poor mother was tormented with through most of my childhood in fact, because any time I would go to visit a new town, either passing through or a vacation, I would beg to stop at the churches. Usually this could be arranged, but I’m sure she would much rather have gone to see the local museum, or park, or wildlife … anything other than the churches. My mother likes churches too, but not as much as I do. Anyway, this obsession of mine is one that has stuck with me through the years and when I recently had a chance to visit a very old historic church I had not seen yet, I was very excited.
I had a friend lined up to go with me, and the plan was to meet at 9:30 am so that we could be there in time for the service. Well, I am not a morning person at the best of times, but my wonderful Top decided that he had to make the experience just a little bit more interesting for me. I was informed just before bed on Saturday night that come Sunday morning, I should present myself at 9:15 am for caning. I’m sure it is not hard to imagine the enthusiasm with which I dragged myself out of bed that morning.
The caning itself was hard and fast, 9 strokes for me to feel while sitting on those old wooden pews. My friend got quite a kick out of this, and wasted no opportunity to smirk knowingly every time we stood up and sat back down over the course of the service. I will admit that the caning enhanced the experience, but I’m sure I missed many interesting architectural features that I otherwise would have noticed!
I’ve been watching the HBO series Big Love on DVD. The show has completely sucked me in. I mean, completely. Aside from the general story line which I find fascinating, the characters are very good. The brattiest girl on the show is Nicki. She is the 2nd wife, and is the cause of much drama both within the immediate family and the extended family. I’ve thought since episode one, “Hmmm that girl needs her ass beat.” So, imagine my surprise during this episode when I heard very similar sentiments expressed by her own mother.
I wish I had gotten to watch it again, because I can’t remember all the details. However, her mother was very clear about her feeling that Nicki is in need of “a firm hand.” She also informs her son-in-law that Nicki has always responded well to “a good smacking.” However, the part that I found most amusing was when it was suggested that Barb, the first wife, should be the one to deliver said smacking. Apparently it should be her job to keep order in the family rather than the husband!
I can tell you that this certainly provoked a lot of personal fantasies. Although I am not a top by nature, I would love to be the one to give Nicki her spanking. I’d also love to be the one getting spanked by the first wife. A little family bonding is never a bad thing! I can’t wait to see what the rest of the season brings.
As you may recall, I recently posted an entry about a promise my Partner made that I would soon be receiving a good whipping. I’ve waited for quite a long time, and I would say I’ve waited patiently. However every little swat to my backside resulted in my asking, “Um, Sir, was that the thing you promised…” only to be told “No” again and again. Was I disappointed about this? I would say I was, but also more and more nervous with each smaller incident because I knew that the extremely painful spanking I just received was not the “big one”.
Well, the “big one” finally occured. My boyfriend told me we were going to talk, and my first question was, “Am I in trouble?” I usually am not in trouble, but when I am he often says we need to “talk.” However, he convinced me that I was not in trouble, and in fact, he had no intention of doing anything other than talking. So, with my nerves calm I walked into our talk. We did talk, and it was very nice and productive. However after our talk, I got spanked. I hadn’t counted on that. After all, I let him convince me that we were not going to “talk”, we were just going to talk. I hadn’t thought about a third option. How totally unfair.
Still, the spanking was desperately needed. I didn’t like it one bit while it happened. In fact, I kicked and cried and yelled into the covers of my bed. I did all the things that girls do when they are being punished, but this wasn’t a punishment. This was just something that we both needed. I’m glad he did it, and I was happy and relieved to finally hear a, “Yes” to the question I asked when he was done! Not that I won’t find something else to get worked up and nervous about…
I got to go back to the bdsm club this weekend. This time my boyfriend did not forget a tawse. In fact, he brought two, both from The London Tanners. We spent quite a while hanging out and chatting with friends. In fact, I didn’t know if I would get spanked at all this time. This wouldn’t be that weird, because my boyfriend definitely subscribes to the theory that he should not feel pressured to play simply because we are at a club. Apparently, the mood still needs to strike. When my boyfriend decided to play with another girl, I thought maybe I would avoid the extreme pain and public humiliation that I experienced last time we were there. I was wrong, though.
The spanking my friend received was beautiful! She was bent over the spanking horse, and he used most of the implements from before, including the red meanie and the very ouchie exotic paddle. He also used two different tawses from The London Tanners as well as a long strap and the short CP Ruler paddle. He spanked her hard. Unlike me, my friend enjoys a bit of pain. She also reacts with great dignity. Yes, it hurt, so she gasped. Occasionally she would jerk her head. She did not scream, or cry, or kick or try to wiggle away. At the end her bottom was bright red, and I was relieved that it was her and not me. (more…)