Tuesday, 18 August 2015

At Dani's request

Hello Tim, its Danielle
 I hope you are well and having a nice week.
I hope your wife and children are well and enjoying the summer.

Below is a copy of what I was thinking for a potential post on your blog. I realise it might be a bit long...and might not at all be what you feel appropriate. But if it is, I would really appreciate if you would post this.

Feel free to chop what you think best. I have also attached it as a word document just incase it doesn't all come through. I have also inserted some pictures.

Danielle


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Danielle’s 60 mile walk for The Brain Tumour Charity

Not that long ago, I was in so much pain that I thought I would have to chop my right leg off. One of those unbearable pains that make you wish you were dead. You must be wondering what caused this… well, here goes. On Saturday 23rd May 2015 I walked 60 miles to help raise funds for the Brain Tumour Charity.

  
  
  
  

In 2014, I happened to stumble across an advertisement in a local newspaper asking for volunteers to do a walk of either 20 miles, 30 miles or 60 miles to help raise funds for a charity of their choice. I did my first walk in June of 2014 for the Motor Neurone Disease Association {Americans will know this disease as ALS} and have never looked back. I raised just over £3000.00 walking 20 miles. This year I was determined to top that.

Despite the fact that it is now August, a whole 3 months after my 60 mile walk, I still grimace at the memory of that pain. Don’t get me wrong; as any new mother will tell you, it was all worth it! I decided to raise money for The Brain Tumour Charity for a number of reasons – namely, a relative in my family died at the age of 23 from a pituitary brain tumour. This was a long time ago, so it’s quite possible that they would have survived in today’s times with all the improvements in technology and medicine.
Either way, the fact remains the same….the biggest killer of under 25 year olds in the UK Is Brain Tumours.

  
  

As well as this, The Brain Tumour Charity is a very small charity. They aren’t large enough to have charity shops to raise funds, similarly they don’t have enough money to fund advertisement on TV. The charity receive no government funding {this is despite the fact they plug a very large gap in treatment of brain tumour sufferers}. Their work has been described as ‘a lifesaver’ by relatives of brain tumour sufferers. I cannot put into words the hole that is left in a family when a person so young dies – yes, there is a death, there is a funeral and all the other predictable happenings, but the disease spreads throughout the greater family, almost like a plague. Nothing is the same.
With all the time that has passed, it’s still hard to not be bitter. All that ‘what ifs’ and ‘the maybe’s… they’ll never go away. But the important part of raising money for charities such as this is that they are on The Front Line telling brain tumours to royally fuck off!

So there I was, back in December of 2014 and sunning myself on holiday in Brazil whilst the UK was battered with storms when I received an email from Action Challenge, the organisers of my 20 mile walk which I completed the previous June. The email invited me to join up – at a discounted rate – to a 60 mile walk that was taking place in May of 2015. Fantastic, 5 months to train – is what I thought. Conversely this is a lot longer than my relative had, it all it was 6 weeks from diagnosis through to death…{6 weeks and 3 days if we are going to get picky}.
I eagerly signed up and then went down to the beach for a cocktail, not realising that after the race I would be taking a cocktail of painkillers in order to try and get back to walking without searing pain and a limp.
I wanted to encourage as many people to sponsor me as possible. I thought up a few things as well as the traditional begging letters and texts. I advertised my walk on both www.britishspanking.comand www.itc-mag.co.uk and posted regular updates as to how my training was getting along. I organised not one but two spanking parties with the help of several other spankees. All the monies raised {which would normally be kept as profit} were given to the charity. In all, the two parties raised £1140.00. These didn’t come off without a hitch.

  
   


The parties were both well attended, which was great. Anyone who has ever ran a spanking party will know that it’s quite stressful, getting everything to happen as exactly the right time. On the morning of the first party, I received a phone call from a man who had booked to attend, sent a deposit to me confirming his place, and who has spent well over an hour talking to me on several occasions asking various questions about the party. He was ringing to say that “in his heart of hearts” he couldn’t come as it might jeopardise his relationship that he had embarked upon just two weeks before the party, as he was not sure if his new beau would think of his as a “pervert” for being into such things.
In times like this…..when you find yourself running around making sure everything is in place, everything is tidied away, all the starters are being prepared and not burnt to a crisp… phone calls such as this aren’t the most helpful. All you can do is hold back the desire to scream and swear and say “I hope you and your new girlfriend have a wonderful life together, "sans spanking” and put down the phone.
As the saying goes…"nowt as queer as folk." Sometimes I wonder if I have ‘Moron’ written across my forehead.

  
  Dottie


The theme of the parties was that some very poorly behaved girls were up before their probation officers. Josephine Scissons, Dottie, Lola, Wynter Skye and myself found ourselves facing a string of allegations, namely that whilst on probation for previous offences, we STOLE money that was donated by the public to a charity. GOOD HEAVENS!

No one could prove it obviously, but it seems that a series of expensive purchases – Christian Louboutin shoes for Josephine, an iPhone 6 for Dottie, a designer jacket for Lola, and a new car for both Wynter and myself – meant that we had come under suspicion. Of course these were all lies, though we are habitual re-offenders up before the beak, we wouldn’t stoop so low to as to steal from a charity….our charity buckets had little money in because instead of standing in the local town centre collecting money, we went to a local park and got drunk.

  
   Lola

So it was decided unanimously by the probation officers that we HAD stolen funds meant for the charity. Shock horror! After 30 seconds of deliberation they decided that we must be punished for our crimes. It was here that I admitted that I hadn’t used any of the charity money to buy the car, I had stolen that. I thought that might make them go lighter on me…conversely I got a much harder spanking than the others.

  
   Josephine Scissons

Throughout my campaign to raise funds for the Brain Tumour Charity, the charity were communicating with my by email and were very helpful. I told them I was organising a fundraising party, though I neglected to tell them exactly what the party consisted of. In response to this, they sent me a ‘party pack’ which included banners, bunting, badges, stickers, t-shirts for myself and all the girls, as well as ideas for games. THE WHOLE SHEBANG.
Most importantly, they gave me wallet-sized fold out cards to hand out to the gusts, these were very informative. These concerned all sorts of topics, what are the ten most common signs of a brain tumour, 10 facts about the statistics of brain tumours, practical advice on how to support a friend of relative suffering from a brain tumour.
So the parties went well, and I was exhausted afterwards. Organising – and being spanked at – two spanking parties in two days is no easy feat! The race was still light years in the future – in my mind.
The next week passed quickly and before I knew it I was on my way to Old Deer Park in Richmond to start the race. A friend of mine came with me to be my personal cheerleader at the start; a different friend was going to meet me at the end. The weather forecast had said it was going to be cool and overcast – great, that’s just what we want! Instead it wasn’t just warm, it was hot. BUGGER!

  
    On the morning of.


I was making good progress, sometimes it’s hard to forget that it is not a race as such. I took an iPod with me so that I could listen to music to keep me awake {I had to wake up at 4am to get there for 7am on Saturday 23rd May}. I had to keep saying to myself MISS HUNT DON’T OVER EXERT YOURSELD NOW. REMEMBER THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE!!!!!
The hardest parts of the walk were mile 17 and mile 51 which were very steep, both upwards and downwards. Though it wasn’t raining some of the parts of the walk were just caked in mud from where all the people ahead of me had walked, in other parts the organisers had to put up rope at waist height for people to grab a hold of just in case the walkers slid. Had I encountered this on any normal walk I would have just given up and gone home, but after having heard numerous tales from several people who had sponsored me, about their friends and relatives who had had brain tumours, giving up was not an option!

  
  

A very amusing point I should make is that admiring women’s bottoms is not hard in events like this… a lot of them are wearing spandex!

At events such as this, you meet lots of nice people, all of whom are very friendly and very eager to offer support and blister plaster if you need one. Later on in the walk, at mile 42, I happened to come upon some other people raising funds for The Brain Tumour Charity. This to most people might seem like a casual meeting, but it was anything but. Events such as this are dominated by people raising funds for MacMillan, Cancer Research, Help for Heroes and other very well-known charities….. but here we were, somewhere in Sussex. By now we were into day 2, it was 4 am on Sunday and the rest of the country was asleep {quite rightly} and here we are walking through some nameless forest. 
I remember the exact moment {I had slowed down a lot due to the branches on the ground, I saw a girl take a very nasty fall UP a curb around midnight and was wanting to keep my bones un-broken!} that I chanced upon them. I can only describe it as meeting a long lost sibling. There was an instant connection of sorts, here we were, fighting for the same cause, quite literally Fighting The Good Fight, a thin blue line, going off to war. Ignoring our war wounds to grab brain tumours by the balls and not stop squeezing until they DIEEEEEEEEEEE . By this time, I was sporting a very badly sprained right ankle.

  
  

My right ankle, and then my right knee were in a lot of pain. For the last 15 miles I was hobbling more so than walking. Putting any weight on my foot was agonising. I was mixing painkillers with pro-plus in order to keep awake. I felt awful. Exhausted and weary, the heat was a bit too much towards the end. Other unusual things I saw whilst doing the last 30 miles include watching a deer knock itself unconscious on a wooden fence after being chased by a dog. Dum dum dum. I also met a rather friendly pony and several cats. Several people driving by in cars beeped their horns and cheered us along. Meanwhile I was wondering if it was possible to have a foot transplant.

FUCKING hell this is harder than being spanked by Dallas Spanks Hard!

I was really wearing in my new walking boots which I had received as a gift from a friend of mine for Christmas. They were from Millets, but had become my everyday-shoes over the previous few months. When talking with other walkers – after discussing out various war wounds – talk then moved onto how much walking everyone had done. In the early days after signing up, I did my walking religiously, even walking 8-9 miles at night to get my body prepared for that, but in the weeks coming up to the race I had let this slip somewhat – for a good reason of course – I was busy advertising for donations and replying to people etc etc.

  
  No heels for a while!!!

Ironically the finish line seemed further away at mile 50 {with only ten miles left} than it did at the start. When I did finally cross the finish line at Brighton Racecourse, I felt like Neil Armstrong landing on the Moon. I simply couldn’t believe I had done it. It had taken me a lot longer than I had expected, but that was because I had to spend so much poking and prodding my foot into moving. The only thing I could think about was where the nearest hospital was….

My medal was put around my neck by a man with a microphone who asked me my name and what charity I had raised money for. I felt like grabbing the microphone and asking if there were any doctors present. I was given a glass of champagne – plastic – as we wouldn’t want any further injuries. My friend who came to meet me presented me with a balloon which said Well Done Danielle on it. All these niceties were really by the by, all I wanted was a sit down.

  
  
  
  Thank fuck that's over!


Some people wrongly assume that because I can take the cane {and enjoy doing so}, I have a high pain threshold on other parts of my body, such as my foot….if only.

My body clock was a bit out of whack, but almost 35 hours after starting I had finished. Yes, DANIELLE HUNT HAD WALKED ALL OVER BRAIN TUMOURS. Beside the racecourse the organisers had set up a marquee which had food, drinks and medical professionals. That is where I got the bad news. I hobbled in, despite having a medal around my neck no one offered to lift me up to save my very painful leg. A female doctor checked me over, after seeing that my right foot was twice the size of my left and then hearing me show just how common I was by saying every swear word under the sun when she poked and prodded at said ankle, I was diagnosed as having a sprained ankle with some tendon damage on the upper part of my right food.

  
  

As they say, if somethings worth doing, its worth doing well and I truly had done this very well. It’s a good job I hadn’t planned much for the week ahead because I wouldn’t be going anywhere. I was told to rest my foot at an elevated position until the worst of the pain passes. Its advice like this that makes you think that doctors aren’t in touch with modern living……

That said, I am sure the diaper position for spanking would suffice
  
  
  
  
Spanked by the Amsterdam Authoritarian on www.spanked-in-uniform.com

Hobbling over to my friend’s car was a big pain and getting into the car was a big pain and slight movements were an even bigger pain. In the end I took so many painkillers that I started having stomach problems, this is what happens when you take on a bunch of cancerous cells the size of your fingernail…. It turns people like me who are 5’5’’ into wailing babies. Oh I did have a good old cry in the car.

  
  

But it was all over. I had my medal and a picture of me at the race line. I then went about telling ANYONE and EVERYONE and EVERYONE’S COUSIN. Bow down to me, I injured myself in the name of a good cause… well not quite like that. The emails and phone calls I got {some whilst I was walking as well} were very kind and I am truly thankful, they really did help me carry on when I just wanted to give up.

The Brain Tumour Charity is now £5800.00 better off due to my efforts, and that amount is going up as I am still accepting donations which I am passing onto the charity. To know I have made a difference is very rewarding. All I can hope is that this money will help the charity conduct further research and produce medicines which will mean that having a brain tumour is no longer a death sentence.
My foot is on the mend and I am no longer screaming when I put any pressure on it.
Finally, though its just over a year away and though this year’s 60 mile challenge almost killed me, I have signed up to another next year where I will be raising funds for a charity which supports Prostate Cancer sufferers.

Finally back to 'normal'
  
  

Danielle Hunt
www.stingingtails.co.uk
07763 870 589

Links
Action Challenge Event Organisershttp://www.actionchallenge.com/
London to Brighton Event
http://www.london2brightonchallenge.com/
The Brain Tumour Charity
http://www.thebraintumourcharity.org/
The Brain Tumour Charity Registered office: Hartshead House, 61-65 Victoria Road, Farnborough, England GU14 7PA.
Registered Charity No. 1150054 (England and Wales), SC045081 (Scotland}

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Well, hoo fliippin' ray - my first spanking party tomorrow

Yes, I'm sorry; I have been away a while. Just too many other things to do sometimes.

Anyway, just a quick post today; tomorrow afternoon I'm off to my very first spanking party, in Nuneaton, here in the (currently) sunny West Midlands.

It's one of Central Spanking Parties regular dos, and I'm primarily going because the delightful Fae Corbin (who I'm sure you all remember from her interview here) encouraged me to try one; she says she'll look after me and guide me through it, so here's hoping!

I've done quite a few one to ones (including a wonderful two hours on Monday this week) but I admit to being nervous about a group encounter. Apart from anything else I've never witnessed an adult being spanked in real life; videos don't count, and it really isn't the same when I'm doing the spanking!

So, I'm hoping for a good time, and I plan on telling you all about it - no names or anything, of course, but what happens and how it feels. 

If you happen to have read this, and attending the party, please come and say hello to the fat guy who goes by the name "Tim"; I'd hate to feel lonely or left out.

So, there you have it, and hopefully I'll be back soon to tell you how it went.

All the best 

Tim

Pictures provided by the generosity of Spanking Digital - why not have a look at them?

Thursday, 22 January 2015

An Australian switch - a new favourite, Ms Gigli Allens

Before we begin just a quick note of thanks to everyone who's ever popped onto here for a quick peek; this blog passed 500,000 page views over the weekend.

That's not to say that I don't also appreciate the regulars; I'd buy you all a drink, except that most of you are in far flung countries (you know, mysterious and sinister places like America and Germany), and, even if you weren't, I wouldn't be able to afford it!

(Although if you happen to be around Birmingham (the original version, that is) and want to chat or whatever, drop me a line - I might actually buy you a drink!).

Anyway, I couldn't have done it without you! (well, I suppose I could, if I set the blog to register my own page views, and then I spent a lot of time looking at my own posts, but that takes masturbation to a level beyond which even I'm unwilling to go).

Anyway, as I'm sure that you know by now, I'm quite switchy, so occasionally I have a look at femdom sites; I love to see a beautiful and/or stern women giving a good spanking, especially with the flat of her hand.

This week, for the first time, I joined Clare Spanks Men, just for a change of pace. It was an interesting experience, not least because I promptly came across this:-


And this:

Oh, this too:

Fearsome and enticing at the same time. My dream of a spanker.

The gorgeous lady here is an Australian model, who goes by the name of Gigli Allens. And yes, that is pronounced "giggly", in case you were wondering.

It takes no massive leap to realise that I found her to be a delightful spanker, and, as you know, I love to see ladies that spank when they are on the receiving end. Naturally I had a look around Clare's other sites (the five site pass is wonderful value) and I was extremely pleased to find a number of other films with Gigli.

And, as I'm a kind and generous host, who is more than willing to borrow pictures from the lovely spanking sites that I join (always with links and attribution, of course) I am bubbling with bouncy bottomed joy to offer a few samples here for your consideration. 




And pleasure. Oh yes, pleasure, I'm sure.


What's that? Can you have some more, sir? No need to be so so goddamn formal. of course you can.




As you can see these are all from various of Clare Fonda's sites, so this would be a good time to urge that you go check out your favourite with all due haste.

And, while I think of it, I have to say how lovely it is to have Clare back in the spanking fold. I missed her during her self-imposed retirement to diaper land, and it's a real pleasure to see her reddening bottoms, and getting her's reddened too. (Incidentally check out the films with Gigli on Spanked Sweeties - Clare's Australian accent is awesome).

Gigli is also in films on Spanked Call Girls and Spanking Sorority Girls. Come to think of it she's also featured on Girl Spanks Girl as well. She just needs to get to My Spanking Roommate for the set!

It's nice that you come and visit these free sites, but occasionally actually supporting the producers of these, erm, entertaining films would be a worthy thing too. 

All the best

Tim

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Superstar Spanking Interview - the fabulous Molly Malone

Well, here we are again with another fascinating interview with one of the UK's real spanking superstars - the effervescent Molly Malone!

Molly seems to have exploded onto the scene in the last two or three years, initially appearing on Pandora's Dreams of Spanking, but subsequently being in demand on a number of spanking sites. She's a tall well spoken girl who seems equally comfortable topping, as well as taking a damn good spanking!

Clearly Molly is a lady of taste and discernment, as she volunteered her time to answer some questions for me, and here they are, for your reading pleasure.

I hope you get as much fun out of them as I did.


1. On your website you say that spanking became your passion in January 2011. What was your spanking background before that?

I really didn't have one - other than perhaps in my head! I had always wanted to be spanked, but I had never wanted to ask a partner. It didn't even occur to me! I did receive some CP as a youngster, and hated it... but I do remember gleefully comparing hand prints with my sister and loving the marks! 

2. How did you decide on the name Molly Malone?

What do you mean? Are you suggesting it's a pseudonym?! 

It's such a silly story.... I was in a pub, named, you guessed it, Molly Malone's, when I got a call from Zoe Montana saying that she had my first ever session lined up for me, and I needed to choose a name, fast! I reached for a pub menu, and voila! I never thought it would stick, but it didn't take long before I knew the name had chosen me!

3. Which came first; videos or 1 2 1s?

121's. I was never that keen on the idea of filming but changed my mind when I got a chance to do my first film with Zoe and Leia for the wonderful Northern Spanking. I then ended up doing lots for Dreams of Spanking as I simply adored Pandora's idea of feminist, radical and gender bending porn. I wanted to be involved in that. 

Well, it's hard to imagine two better spanking sites to work with; you all know how much I enjoy Northern Spanking, and Pandora's work is currently the most innovative around

4. What's your personal favourite role play?

I absolutely love fucking with gender. I think my favourite role-play which I often enact, is The Schoolgirls Revenge, whereby I honey trap my old headmaster into having a spanking session, a boring old school roleplay with me as a school girl - then I turn the tables, forcing him into a school uniform and playing out the rest of the switch as the headmaster, making the 'school-girl' call me sir and being terribly pervy! 

Molly does a very entertaining version of this in one of the videos on Dreams of Spanking


5. It's interesting that you insist on 2 hour sessions. Could you explain your reasons for that please? (I know that you cover this on your site, but I thought it would interest the general reader)

It's partly because I think for a good session, including a warm up, you just need more than an hour. Especially as most of my sessions are switch. In order for us both to get a good thrashing, two hours is a minimum! 

But it is also because I like to spend some time socialising over a cup of tea or glass of vino, discussing the scene, getting excited, telling each other about how we are feeling on the day and what our desires and limits are for the session: discussing safe words, hot phrases we want to use, how we might develop the role-play if there is one, etc. Anyone who is not prepared to put that time in to make the session a sizzling one, isn't someone I particularly want to be playing with. 

6. What exactly do you get from 1 2 1's? Do you think that you'll continue with them more or less indefinitely, as quite a number of ladies seem to be dropping out just at present?

I get so so much from my 121 sessions. It's where I thrive. I am a social creature and I absolutely love bringing someone's fantasy to life. Someone described me recently as a kink chameleon... I get really excited about other people's fetishes or specific role-play ideas, and can get super into them. Plus, of course, I adore spanking and being spanked! It's not something I get at home, so 121's satiate my desire.  

7. Last question on the topic, honest. How frequently do you find that you session?

It varies a lot, and I like to take a few weeks off every few months (jammy bastard!). A busy week is 5 sessions, a quiet week is 2 

8. Do you regularly read spanking blogs or forums (not fishing for compliments for this blog, I'm just curious)?

I read a fair amount of sex ed blogs, and I love Pandora's Spanked, Not Silenced. I'm into the more political aspect of porn, sex work, sex workers rights and sex education. But if you're asking what porn I watch, now that's a different question!

Now I really wish that I had thought to ask that question! One for future interviews perhaps.

9. Is there anyone in particular in Spanking Land that you really want to work with?

I have a bit of a Ten Amorette crush but somehow miss her every time she's over! I also would love to visit the states and dive into the queer porn scene over there. 

10. What frustrates you most about the Spanking Scene (apart from how horrible that phrase is)?

This is such a droll answer, but i's the truth - my biggest gripe is the lack of a perfect venue. I dream of a place in central London that is large and spacious, with big school rooms, plus domestic living rooms and bedrooms and an office! It's wishful thinking in London. I have the perfect venue out in Surrey which I am so lucky to use. I occasionally host parties there, but it's a bit far out for a lot of people. 

11. There is often debate on the forums about the degree to which spanking is a sexual act. Where do you stand on this?

I think each individual has a different interpretation of what their spanking interest means to them, and I wouldn't dream of denying someone their own experience. For some people, the act of spanking, or being spanked, does not create that sexy feeling, or doesn't feel in the same league as other, perhaps more genital specific sex acts. 

Having said that, I think spanking, even in the most physiological sense (touching the bare skin, attracting blood to the genital area) can be arousing. It's why it is totally inappropriate to spank a child (in my opinion). Not to mention the fact that for most of us, we have eroticised the act and ritual of spanking. It's a sexual fetish, even if it doesn't revolve around traditional 'sex'. 

Personally I think spanking is sexy as fuck. 

I think that this is probably the perfect answer, by which I mean it reflects my views perfectly. Sorry but for me those who view spanking as non-sexual are kidding themselves - acts don't need to lead to intercourse, or even the desire for intercourse, to be sexual.

12. Have you ever thought about getting into the production side of spanking videos yourself?

Not spanking videos per se, but I am in talks with a co-producer and hope to be making UK queer porn by March this year. 

13. After spending several years in a lifestyle dominated by spanking, do you still get a thrill when you hear someone say the word?

Of course! Even if it makes a brief appearance in The Simpsons I squeal in delight!

I was playing with a lady the other week who commented that she had heard Katie Price say, rather contemptuously, "What are you going to do, spank me?" on some show, and she was bursting with excitement at hearing it unexpectedly on mainstream tv.

14. You seem to be in increasing demand as a spanking model (quite rightly). Do you find it at all unnerving that so many people fixate basically on one part of your body?

If I'm honest, I don't think that it's my bottom that is the fixation. I think the truth of all sex workers, is that you meet clients that you click with, and you build a rapport. You learn about each other and the chemistry and trust increases to create wonderful sessions. I get lots of bottom compliments, as I do admirers of my firm right hand!, but I think the physical attraction, or bottom appreciation isn't what keeps me busy! I do tend to throw myself into role-play (maybe a missed calling in Am-Dram!) and I think those who are into role-play, really enjoy that. 

15. You are quite unusual (in my experience at least) in being a switch from the very beginning; most of the switches I know began as either a top or bottom, and gradually found an interest in the other role. To what do you attribute your flexibility?

I am a switch in every aspect of my life, and always have been. 

I identify as gender queer, and I enjoy partners of all genders. I am an "And" person, not an "Or" person! Some people call it greedy, but I would defend myself by saying it's more about my empathy, or desire to Feel It All. When I'm on the receiving end (of almost anything) I can't wait to experience what it's like to give, and vice versa! 

Having said that, some people bring out my more submissive nature, and other people make me feel huge and I just know I could Top them perfectly. 

16. Do you find that you get different things from the two roles, and if so, what? I tend to find spanking arousing, but being spanked is cathartic.

This really depends on the person I'm playing with, our dynamic, and how we are on the day. There are partners where I have the same experience as you, and others where I experience the opposite effect. 

For me, when I get really into Topping, I feel huge: I fill the room and I feel this sense of nurturing, of being like a pine tree, of feeling all knowing. When a scene is just flying, and you are driving it, knowing exactly what to say and do, leaving a long pause between blows, knowing that your bottom is totally giving themselves over to you and awaiting your every move, trusting you completely, and know that without doubt, you are sending them into that beautiful sub-space... Its such a confidence boost. And it can really turn me on. 

Bottoming, and truly submitting is a rare chance to be held in vulnerability. To feel small. To feel totally cared for. It can feel sexy, or it can feel cathartic, but the over arching feeling is one of letting go, and knowing I'll be caught. 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the most eloquent descriptions of the spanking experience that I've ever come across. Doesn't it make you want to play with Molly right now?

17. Are spanking videos pornography? Does it matter if they are?

Defining porn could be an essay in itself. Suffice to say, I love porn, I'm a porn geek, and I want to see more and more consensual, feminist porn that challenges the heteronormative matrix, and of course that includes all the wonderful ways we can express our sexuality: be that spanking, bondage, wrestling, age-play. 

I reckon if you can wank to it.....

Which is also eloquent in it's own way!

18. Do you see spanking gaining more mainstream acceptance, or is it's current vogue just a fad inspired by Fifties Shades of Grey, and it's copycats?

I think consensual spanking is an act that is far more widely enjoyed than we realise, as is bondage, and probably role-play.  If there's one good thing to come out of Those Books, it's that we have a language to discuss this stuff now. My Nan knows what being kinky means. If we can encourage people to explore their bodies and their sexualities, and start challenging the shame narrative we have all been force-fed, then we are doing Good Things.  

19. What is your one wish for the spanking world in the next couple of years?

That we come together to form a larger network, including all sex workers and allies, to fight the stigma that does so much damage. To unite in the fight for full decriminalisation and to raise awareness, and challenge whorephobia, and to put an end to the hierarchy that is so often present in our communities. 

20. Do you ever come to Birmingham? I thought I'd finish up with a totally trivial and selfish question.

I'm ashamed to say, I have never been! But you never know...


I hope you all enjoyed that (ignoring my comments of course). Molly is a delight, and fiercely intelligent. 

Please post any comments you may have about this, or any other post.

All the best

Tim

All pictures show the divine Miss Molly, of course, and they're from either Dreams of Spanking or English Spankers (via Remington Steel)