Why I like...Pandora Blake

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A story for early Monday morning - Over!

Hello my friends (I think it's fair to call anyone who bothers to read this drivel a friend). Here's a little tale for you all; it's a bit different from my usual stuff, as the beating takes centre stage, and the background is related by the spankee (well, the girl being caned) as we proceed.

I think this story works quite well, and I hope that you enjoy it. I hope you like the pictures too; they're all provided by the redoubtable Mike from Spanked in Uniform.

So, here we go then.

Over!

The grain of the desktop meandered, Amazon-like, across it's finely varnished surface. I traced its path, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. I was damned if I'd give Hurley the satisfaction of crying.

My fingers were wrapped around the far edge of the desk, knuckles white with the strain as I held on as if for dear life.

The nearside of the desk dug uncomfortably into my stomach, as I bent across it; my legs were columns, pushing my bottom up into a perfect curve.

Sighing I placed my cheek against the cool surface; my breasts were crushed against my blouse as I allowed the desktop to take my weight.

Even stretched as my body I was, I could not prevent my buttocks tensing beneath my short pleated skirt; I was dripping with nervous sweat and my tiny black knickers were encrusted against my behind.

The wait was eternal; I aged a lifetime, over and over. Here, I thought, was the absolute proof of reincarnation, as I relived my life time after time.

I could hear Hurley pacing the floor of her study; now and again she swished her cane through the air. It sliced through the atmosphere, like a space capsule plummeting to Earth; soon the hum of it's progress would be joined by the crack of impact.

Miss Hurley cleared her throat; I could picture her, prim and tidy, not a hair out of place, as she held the cane against her long straight grey skirt.

“Adamson, I can't tell you how disappointed I am to find myself in this position again; usually when I cane a girl for bullying that is the end of the matter. But, only 3 weeks after the last time, here we are again.”

I didn't know why she felt it necessary to go through all this again; we'd already discussed the matter at length. She told me what had been reported to her, and I explained how I had only pushed that daft bitch Jenson, and that her fall and the cut on her head were total accidents. If she hadn't done them on purpose to get at me.

That went over about as well as the Sex Pistols at a Royal Garden Party; she looked at me like I had spat on her plushly carpeted floor.

“You well know that we have no tolerance for bullying here at St Grimley's School for Girls; we have a set of rules and they are enforced strictly. I cannot see why you would think it a good idea to pick on that poor girl, after our last conversation ended so uncomfortably for you.”

Which meant that she whacked my arse last time, and now she was going to do it again.

“I dislike employing corporal punishment, especially with my senior girls, but the rules of our school do not give me any option.”

It didn't bloody feel like she disliked it, not when she was lashing that whippy stick of hers against my bottom! It seemed like she was well into it.

“Bullying is an offense, not only against the girl that you terrified and hurt, but against the student body as a whole; our pupils can only excel if they are free to attend school without fear of being violently assaulted.”

Oh fine; what about the violent assault she was about to commit? How can you teach someone that bullying is wrong by hitting them? I felt pretty damn well like I was being bullied by Miss Hurley.

“This ridiculous story that you told, that it was Jenson's fault that you gave her that vicious shove, is a cowardly lie; it seems that your previous punishment made some impression, as you seem so desperate to avoid a repeat.”

Of course I didn't want to get caned again; it bloody hurt! And it was Jenson's fault; she had made out with my boyfriend, so she owed me her lunch money for a week. That was the standard cost. Not my fault the stroppy cow refused to pay up, and then insisted that Anthony had come on to her.

Thinking about it I was pretty sure I'd showed a lot of restraint in not ramming her teeth down her sodding throat; maybe if she hadn't bumped her head I would have! But no, one little push and she goes down like dandelion in front of a lawn mower, and then she charges off to tell teacher. And I end up with six.

“In view of all this I shall repeat the dose, and hopefully this time the lesson will sink in properly; I will have no bullying in my school.”

Yeah, unless you're the one doing it, you hypocritical cow!

“Adamson, I trust that you are prepared to take your medicine?” Great, now she thinks that she's a bloody doctor!

I assumed that this was rhetorical. It turned out that I was wrong.

“Are you ready girl?” she snapped, thrashing the air once more.

I couldn't see how anyone was ever really ready for six of the best (except maybe for Blake in 5C, who was always trying to get the boys to smack her arse) but I knew what was expected.

“Yes Miss” I piped in my most unconvincing voice; the words managing to catch in my throat and come out a bit more highly pitched than usual.

“Very well then. You will remain in place until I finish.”

I felt the stick being placed across my bottom; it brushed against me where I stuck out most, and she tapped it, two or three times, like a golfer addressing the ball with the odd practice swing.

You know that old Joni Mitchell song? You don't know what you've got 'til its gone? Well, it was like that. The absence of the cane against my bottom felt huge when she pulled back her arm.

Sound travels pretty fast, and I heard the cane swooshing towards me before I felt its impact. There was just enough time for an aborted shiver of fear before I felt its dull blow across my cheeks.

WHACK!

There was a moment of pressure, and then the cane was on its way back upwards. That had hurt less than I remembered.

The cane had just begun its second descent (the change in the noise it makes is unmistakeable) when the sting began to set in; a line of fire ants nibbling at a narrow strip of my behind.

I almost made the error of looking back to check what was happening, but a convincing distraction arrived just in time.

WHACK!

This time there was no pause before the sting took hold; it seemed to originate deep within the muscles, rather than on the surface where the cane had bitten me. The stroke had landed just below the first, but it was hard to believe they weren't just one great thick stripe.

WHACK!

Ah, damnit! I'd been distracted by the results of the first two strokes, and the third caught me by surprise, a sudden explosion across the dead centre of my bottom cheeks. I yelped, involuntarily, and jerked against the desk.

I could almost feel the additional weight of Miss Hurley's satisfied smirk as she watched me react.

WHACK!

Shit, shit, shit! The strokes were now coming too closely together for me to process them; the initial sting of one was still flaring when the next arrived. Ever put your arse into a beehive? Me neither, but I think I have a good idea what it would feel like.

I looked at my fingers; the skin around my knuckles was cracking with the effort needed to hold on. I knew if I released the wood I'd cover my bottom with them, and that would be more trouble.

WHACK!

My feet did a little uncontrolled two step, and my bottom, without reference to the rest of my body, tried to beat a hasty retreat. This resulted in my frame going into an entirely futile wriggle; I must have looked like a stranded fish, struggling for breath.

That reminded me; breath! I panted; trying to distract itself from the intense burning in my bottom, my mind wandered. Do you think that birth training, with all that panting, would help make being caned easier?

My buttocks tried to suck themselves into the desk, which actually hurt more. Caned muscles really don't want to tense up!

WHACK!

Holy shit! The last stroke felt harder, and cut across the first two. How the hell had she poured lava onto my bottom, and so accurately?

This time I did the whole lot; gasping, panting, shuffling and jigging.

“Get up. And keep still Adamson.”

I obeyed half of this; I jumped to my feet, and my hands grabbed at my scalded arse, while my feet executed a creditable Irish jig.

Hurley let me get away with this for a few seconds; I didn't care for the smile she had on her face as she watched me struggling to control myself.

“Right, I'll just enter that in the book.” she said, reaching for the large red volume (bet it wasn't as red as my arse!) where she recorded her pupils' punishments. She composed a line of small neat letters, and then closed the book again.

“Okay Adamson; you may go. And remember, I don't expect to see you here again. You must learn to treat others as you'd wish to be treated. Go on now, back to class.”

I turned and shuffled through her solid oak door, closing it quietly behind me. Outside I repeated my jig, and devoted a couple of minutes to a firm but gentle massage of my hindquarters. I had PE later and all of the girls would want to see the result of my visit to the Head.

So then, I reflected, what had I learned? Well, if Miss Hurley believed that you should do to others what you wanted them to do to you, she was a closet masochist! And when I got Jenson back I needed to be subtle about it.

Oh yeah, I'd learned that lesson alright.

On reviewing paysites; a brief explanatory note

Good evening (well, it is here); if you follow this blog at all you'll be aware that, on Friday, I posted a review of the Spanking in Uniform website. Thank you to all those who contacted me about the review.

It is my intention to review approximately 1 paysite per month, as I pay for my own subscriptions and 1 at a time is all that I can currently justify. I am out of work, and largely rely upon my wife's income (plus some bits that I do manage to generate).

Having said that, if you run a paysite and would like me to review it, I am willing to do so if you comp me 1 month's membership; please be aware however that all this buys you is an acknowledgement of your generosity at the beginning of my review. The actual review itself would still be impartial and biased according to my own spanking prejudices. Still, if you run a decent site I'm sure that I can say enough nice things about you to interest some readers.

My next review, sometime next week, will be Firm Hand Spanking; I've sold a couple of pieces of writing this month, and so I treated myself to a couple of memberships.

I join a site for 1 month only; if the subscription calls for an ongoing commitment I will still cancel further payments after the initial one. I'm sorry if that offends any site owners out there, but, while there are some great sites on the web, none produce enough content to justify ongoing subscription, not when money is tight. In the past I've stayed with subscriptions for several months at a time, but sadly this is no longer viable for me.

A financial reality; fiscal sense trumps loyalty in this area.

During the first few days of the month I will download any videos that I don't currently have; in most cases I'm returning to a site I've been subscribed to before and I just need to catch up on a few videos. Well, sometimes quite a few. I think that I got around 100 new clips from the excellent Spanking in Uniform, for instance.

Anyway, that's it for now; I'll be back with a new story tomorrow, and I expect to do a Why I like.. bit on Pandora Blake as well before I upload the FHS review.

Sleep well all, and I hope that you had a good weekend.

(Photos are from the wonderful Erica Scott and FHS).

I'm puzzled, and a bit worried

I'm not quite sure why, but my website review of Spanking in Uniform appears below my article on Amelia Jane; I did write it earlier and I saved it as a draft, but I only posted it about an hour ago.

There's some weird ass posting protocol in action here, and I really don't understand it.

Anyway, please scroll down a bit and check out the review; it's the first of a series, and it has (I think) a bit more depth than a lot of web reviews do.

Please take a look and let me know what you think; it doesn't take long and it makes me think my efforts are worthwhile. Of course, if you think I should hang up my hat and go home to bed, you should probably tell me that as well. Anonymously of course, in order to avoid the gypsy curse I have just invented.

Best wishes and kind regards.

Tim

Why I Like...Amelia Jane Rutherford

Welcome back my friends; today we have the first in a new series, in which I will discuss why I like particular spanking models.

We start with the incandescent Amelia Jane Rutherford (yes, that's her to the left), spanking and fetish model supreme. I can't imagine that this choice will be a particular surprise to many of you, as she is one of the most in demand models currently working.

What do we know about Amelia? Well, she's blonde, 6 foot 1 inch tall (someone once expressed the view that you needed to be 6 foot 8 inches tall to properly put her over your knee. The photo that prompted that comment appears below) and she trained as a dancer, until she was 18, when she switched to acting. She has a willowy dancer's frame, with long elegant legs. When dressed up, in for instance evening wear, she could easily pass for royalty, although she seems rather too nice for that.

She has been a spanking model for some years now and works as an actress. She is also involved in a number of more general bondage scenes as Ariel Anderssen.

She has appeared in spanking videos in both the UK and the US (one of very few models who've crossed the pond in either direction); she is willing to work for anyone producing quality videos (it would appear).

I have seen her in clips from, amongst others, the following:-

Spanked in Uniform

Clare Fonda

Dallas Spanks Hard

Northern Spanking

Shadowlane

Firm Hand Spanking

Girls Boarding School.

There may well be others that I've forgotten.

So, specifically, what do I like about Amelia? Well, first of all, she is gorgeous. There are few spanking actresses who look so appealing placed across a spanker's knee, her long well muscled legs stretching out to one side, while her flowing tousled hair frames a pouting face. I don't believe that she has ever taken up this option, but should she enter the world of one to one spankings she would be assured of making a fine living for years to come.

She can actually act! The characters that she portrays become real people, which, for me, enhances the value of the spanking. In a lot of videos that bit leading up to the spanking seem to be there merely as a matter of routine, but that's never the case with Amelia.

Miss Rutherford takes a good spanking; while she squeals (most

appealingly) almost from the first blow, there are films in which she takes a massive amount of punishment. She clearly doesn't shirk this aspect of the scene.

She has appeared in some of the most inventive spanking films around, especially for Firm Hand Spanking, where I particularly enjoyed the series in which she goes under cover in a private school that still practices corporal punishment, and also the more recent one where she was a reporter investigating corporal punishment methods with an expert in the field.

It seems that she has a genuine sense of humour, and certainly she has exhibited great comic timing; one Northern Spanking video where she is paired with Lucy McLean as identical twins who bamboozle the headmaster is as funny as any sitcom (and I know that could be considered faint praise).

She is loyal to her friends; I've read several stories about the support that she has given to other spanking artists when they have been in difficulties.

Amelia brings something to spanking videos that only the biggest stars bring to movies; she has an onscreen charisma that projects beyond the camera into the world of the viewer. It makes it very hard not to get sucked into the scene, and if you relate to the characters it makes the action much more enjoyable.

I look forward to many more years of enjoying her work around the internet.

(Photos are copyright Firm Hand Spanking, Spanking in Uniform, Toby Brooke and Chelsea Spanks)

Website Review - Spanked in Uniform

Hello there,and welcome to the first of a planned series of reviews of spanking paysites; these are my personal views on what works and what doesn't, and as such, they should be viewed through the lens of my own particular foibles.

So then, Spanked in Uniform (SIU for short); the site is run out of Holland by the same genial Mike that runs Real Life Spanking. It's a little different from most spanking sites in that the videos form a kind of continuing storyline (similarly to M

The earlier series represent the venues you might most associate with girls in uniforms; a school, a hospital, an airline, a police station, and, a little more esoterically, a hotel for largely delinquent chambermaids. In recent months three new series ha

ve also been added, based around a military academy, a naval academy and a dance school.

Each storyline has a number of chapters (similar in some ways to My Spanking Room Mate), albeit in several distinct series. Some of these stories have a lot of chapters (32 for St Catherine's Private School for Girls) and these are added, on what seems to be a random basis, pretty much one a week (actually one every five days, I think).

The site is extremely well organised, and easy to use; you can select a particular storyline, and follow it through, or select a particular model and view a list of the videos in which she appears. You can access each film directly from this list. There is a simple practical FAQ, which advises on how to download the films. Payment is via CCBill, and instructions on cancelling your subscription appear clearly on the FAQ page.

The videos are provided in 2 formats; high quality HD WMV or lower quality Real Player, which are of course much quicker to download. As there are no download limits I'd suggest checking out the films in Real Player, and then getting a higher quality copy of your favourites. Quality is great on WMV, and acceptable on Real Player, although the latter appear a bit rougher on the older clips.

Member ship costs are very reasonable; 1 month costs US$22.95, and there are discounts for longer periods. The site has at least 150 films, each of between around 5 and 10 minutes.

There are a good range of models; the index lists 35 different individuals (and a couple of double acts). They range from the top range of British spankees (such as Amelia Jane Rutherford, Pandora Blake, Leia-Ann Woods), the odd international guest (Caroline Grey), some more recent Brits (eg Sarah Bright and Danielle Hunt) and a sprinkling of Dutch girls imported from Real Life Spankings (Jolene, Patricia and Chervana amongst them). All of the models are attractive.

Most of the spankings are M/F, carried out by Mike (well, if you're going to run a spanking site you may as well enjoy it, right?); there is another male in a couple of the early videos, and a

female spanker also appears in a handful of clips. Several other clips feature some of the models spanking each other (although they always end up being punished by Mike).

A good range of implements are featured, and a variety of positions. There is perhaps a little too much of the belt or strap for my taste, but then I'm not a fan of it in general. There are a lot of OTK hand spankings, which generally keeps me happy.

Virtually all spankings start over clothes, progressing to underwear and then to the bare. They are of moderate severity; firm enough to raise a nice shade of pink but not hard enough to cause concern for the squeamish (such as me). They wouldn't challenge Dallas, certainly.

The costumes are good, and approximate what might be worn in the institutions featured, although probably a bit skimpier and sexier than in real life. The spankers are dressed appropriately (Mike makes a reassuringly smart headmaster, for instance). The individual stories revolve around the usual tropes; laziness, petty theft, breaking of rules and rudeness. They aren't particularly original but a reasonable basis for each spanking is established.

The videos are very professionally produced; each starts with a musical theme (specific to it's setting) and an introduction of the girls featured. There are establishing shots of the school, airline, hospital or wherever else they may be set, and the actual sets are appropriate. Multiple camera angles are used. They are, effectively, little soap opera episodes.

The acting is a bit variable from the very good (mostly the British girls) to the slightly stiff and awkward (which is to be expected, as many of the girls do not speak English as a first language); scripts are decent, no great witty dialogue in general, but nothing embarrassingly cliched either.

As briefly mentioned above, quite a number of the clips feature 2 or more girls being spanked (including a delightful set of shows with Amelia and Pandora), which is nice to see, and not all that common amongst video producers in general.

What I like:-

1. the models

2. the reasonable level of punishment inflicted

3. the number of videos available

4. the organisation of the site

5. the cost

6. the friendly nature of the info provided (and there is also a forum where Mike seeks to answer any specific queries)

7. comments from the spanking models suggest it's a nice site to shoot for

8. general ease of use and navigation

What I liked less:-

1. not many different spankers

2. costumes are a bit impractical (nitpicking, I know)

3. similar nature of a number of the scenes (this is to a degree caused by the constraints of the concept).

Any suggestions I might have:-

1. different spankers sometimes

2. a few more F/F clips (personal choice of mine)

3. perhaps the odd clip with a group of girls

4. more Amelia OTK (you can never have enough of this - well, alright, I never can)

Recommendation time; should you join up? I have to say yes. This site is well worth your money and time. I thoroughly enjoyed the majority of the videos, and the personalities of the models are allowed to shine through (I hadn't seen masses of Danielle Hunt before, but I'll look for her in the future). There is a lot of spanking here to wade your way through, and only the most idiosyncratic spanking fan would not find much to enjoy, especially if your preference is for M/F.

You can find the site at the following link: - http://www.spanked-in-uniform.com. Have a look; the preview section is very good as well.

I hope that you enjoyed this review, and it gave you some useful information. There will be another review in a couple of weeks time.

Ta ta for now.

(I'm sure it's obvious but all images are copyright Spanked in Uniform)

McLintock -a sequel story

Well, I've been away for a little while; sorry if you've missed me.

I've had some health issues, but I'm feeling much better now, so the usual shoddy service should be resumed as more or less normal, a little later in the week.

For now, as I haven't quite worked up the energy to write anything new (although look for a post on heroes shortly), I though that I'd upload another story.

This is an attempt to create a sequel to McLintock; when I first saw the film I was a huge fan of Stefanie Powers (loved her red hair and firm figure, plus she seemed to project a real Irish arrogance in all of her roles), so I focussed on her relationship with Patrick Wayne's character, rather than anything to do with "big leggy" (slightly esoteric pop culture reference there).

Anyway, hope you like this one.

All the best

Tim

McLintock’s Daughter

My engagement to Becky McLintock began strangely, with a spanking. I don’t suppose it was ever a normal engagement.

I worked for her father as a ranch hand, but GW took a shine to me, and I often spent time in the house. I would smoke a cigar with him, or play a little chess.

Becky came back from school, back East, and, being a girl of considerable charms, soon had a beau, a useless guitar playing idiot.

One evening he had man

aged to lose his horse, and I offered to drive him back to his house in the dray; Becky accompanied him and, as he stepped down, she kissed him on the lips.

I stated that I felt any woman who kissed a man she was not formally engaged to was a trollop, which thought Becky did not take well. When we returned to GW’s ranch she stormed in and demanded that he shoot me.

Well, GW loved his daughter, and did as she asked. As I lay there on the sitting room floor I was surprised to find myself alive, until I realised that I had merely been shot with a starter pistol, using blank cartridges.

Now it was my turn to be angry, and I declared that Becky needed a spanking; taking her across my knee I had my hand raised to strike when GW caught my wrist. I thought that he intended to prevent the beating of his daughter, but instead he placed a small coal shovel into my hand, so that I might administer a more efficient punishment.

I thanked him, and whaled away at Becky’s rear for a couple of minutes; I gave that spanking all I had, and Becky sure felt it.

Anyway, to cut a long story a little shorter, later on we ended up in a bale of hay, engaged and kissing. GW was kind enough to consent to our marriage, and our formal engagement was announced. However matters did not finish there.

GW and his wife had been estranged, but, after he gave her a sound spanking, they had come to an arrangement, where they thought they could live together.

All might have been well, but Mrs McLintock did not approve of me; she didn’t think I was good enough to marry her darling daughter, and she said so. Continually.

GW took this with a pinch of salt, but over time I guess it wore on Becky, who seemed to grow dissatisfied.

At college she had been able to buy the finest dresses around, but now she was to be my wife I insisted she only buy what I could afford. She’d need to get used to this, as times would be tight at first when we married.

GW was a good boss, and paid decent, but even when we married and he settled some land on us as a dowry we’d have to work hard to make much of it.

This chaffed Becky, and I guess she thought she could sneak items into her wardrobe behind my back; I got tired out seeing new things that she passed off as “just something I bought back East”.

I decided to have it out with her, and one evening when I took her back to the ranch after we had been riding I asked to see her room. At first she refused, saying it wasn’t decent for me to enter her bedroom until we were married. I insisted, saying she could wait outside, for appearances sake.

She protested all of the way upstairs, but I pushed past her, and entered her room. There on the bed lay two packages from the store, with dresses I had never seen before!

I guess Becky recognised the look in my eyes as I left the room, and she began to back down the stairs; I followed her, a storm on my face.

“Now, Devlin, it’s not what it seems! I only bought those dresses to look nice for you. I can take them back!”

“Becky, I told you not to buy what I can’t afford! You deliberately disobeyed me!”

“You’re not my husband yet. I don’t have to obey you. Or anyone.”

“I wonder what GW would think of that. And I don’t care. A woman should listen to her man. Or…”

“Or what? Don’t you dare lay hands on me, Devlin Warren!”

“I thought we had this straight from before, but I guess not. If you won’t listen to sense I guess I’ll have to spank it into you.”

We had reached the foot of the stairs by this time, and I grabbed Becky’s arm, dragging her into the sitting room. She struggled wildly, but I was not to be put off.

I pulled her to the couch where I had spanked her before, and sat in its middle. Becky fell across my knee, and fitted nicely.

She had taken to wearing men’s jeans to ride, in the Eastern fashion, which I did not generally approve of. Now however it meant that, pulled tight across her bending figure, her rear was nicely highlighted. It rose from my lap, a clear target.

I raised my right hand and whacked it down against her bottom. A cloud of dust exploded into the air, and Becky issued a satisfying gasp. I smacked again, and a bit less dust flew up this time. I resolved to remove every last bit of dust from her behind, and to that end I spanked away forcefully, covering every inch of her bottom.

Becky’s squeals and shrieks soon echoed my spanks, and I thought that we created a nice musical combination.

I guess it was no surprise that the ruckus we caused attracted attention, and as I was near finished GW strode into the room. He assessed the situation at a glance and walked across to us.

“Oh, Daddy, help me!” Becky wailed.

“Son” said GW, bending down by the side of his favourite arm chair “I told you before, the hand is fine with children but for grown women you need something a mite heavier. Try this.” He handed me a firm leather soled slipper. “I think this'll do the job.”

“Daddy!” Becky more or less screamed. I nodded my thanks, and wasting no more time in contemplation, bought the slipper down on his daughter’s behind. The results were fine; she yelled and tried to wriggle away.

I held her in place, and employed the slipper again. Several more times in fact; when I finished tears ran down Becky’s face, and, once I let her up, she clutched at her burning backside.

“Those clothes go back tomorrow, Becky. Right?”

She sobbed agreement and fled up stairs. GW nodded his approval and fetched himself a cigar.

“Think you’ll be able to handle her?”

“Oh yeah, I believe she’ll get my message. Might need another spanking or two though”

“If I’d treated Katherine like this when we younger our marriage would have been a happier one. Keep it up young Devlin. She’ll come around. Becky’s a good girl. But you might need to get yourself a pair of these slippers.”

That seemed to me to be fine advice.