The puffy, ultra-short skirt, held outwards by a stiff, frilly underskirt. The sound of heels on the wooden staircase. The demure expression on her face, determined not to trip and spill the precious cargo.
The warm spice and soft pastry, soaking up the cream. Sugarless tea to offset the intense sweetness.
The criss-cross of the fishnets that hug her thighs and calves.
Her round globes thrust out, awaiting the kiss of crop, flogger and paddles. Her head hung low, fighting the vertigo of looking down from the upstairs gallery.
Knickers, crisp, white and taut against her smooth pudenda.
The blush of her rosy cheeks, warm and ripe from their spanking. The sudden rush and whoosh of orgasms so intense that the linen bears the marks of gush, blood, even pee.
I revel in such memories because we won’t be able to make new ones for a couple of months and more. And I rejoice in the sure and certain knowledge that she’s mine.
Good, old-fashioned, authentic schoolgirl discipline – this is about as good as it gets.
Having roundly dissed the CP spanking erotica of yore, it’s now time to celebrate one of the current crop of innovative and ambitious producers of the genre – Sarah Gregory.
Of course all cinema and theatre involves a certain suspension of disbelief, but you can’t help remembering, when watching a naughty ‘schoolgirl’ being disciplined by a strict teacher, that it’s really an anonymous office somewhere and that there are probably only half a dozen people in the building, including the production crew. Yes, it’s supposed to be a school – but do you think we’ve got the budget for all of those actors?
Well, sometimes people do have significant budgets which they’re not afraid to spend.
In the past, I’ve seen some fabulous feature length spanking movies from Real Spankings. ‘Road Trip’ and ‘Maid for Punishment’ were particular favourites of mine.
They broke out of the 10, 20 or 30 minute cell and really let the plot and action develop. Multiple players, multiple spankings, multiple and myriad fun and games.
Such undertakings are obviously incredibly costly, consume vast resources and need to be able to pay their way once uploaded to the producer’s website.
It rather explains why there is so little of this quality and length of material around.
Nonetheless, some people are prepared to take the risk or have extremely wealthy backers who don’t mind funding such a huge undertaking.
Sarah has developed her Strictmoor Academy movies – which frankly deserve their own slot on Netflix.
These are period movies (late fifties/early sixties) set in a New England educational institution for young ladies (19 and older) whose parents think they are too wayward and want their behaviour corrected.
All of the movies are available on Sarah’s site but they also have their own Strictmoor Academy home, to save you rifling through all of the clips uploaded to the main SGS website.
The setting looks authentic – I assume a Victorian or Edwardian house somewhere in the north eastern United States.
The girls – and there are usually a good half a dozen or more – are the cream of the crop (pun intended), and the mature female Dommes (teachers and house mothers) play their parts to perfection. Everyone is ‘in character’and everyone is 100% credible.
Uniforms are exactly that – every girl is dressed in identical kit, right down to their socks and knickers. So many low-budget spanking films that involve more than one ‘schoolgirl’ suffer from having the girls turn up with slightly different uniforms.
Here the young ladies are contrite, deferential and resigned to their fate – they know the knickers will come down and their bottoms will be on display while they are soundly spanked, slippered and paddled.
I confess, I haven’t seen every minute of every movie, but I don’t believe I have yet seen anyone being caned. Maybe that’s for a future production?
The girls are usually disciplined in the classroom (in front of each other of course), in the office of one of the staff and at bedtime – because a spanking during the day means another spanking at bedtime.
This means we have multiple opportunities to see the girls baring their bottoms or showing their knickers, kicking their legs frantically as their creamy behinds turn from pale pink to deep crimson.
As an aside, I think there is a slight cultural difference between the UK and the US when it comes to spanking. American girls seem to let rip with their protests from the get go; I have the impression that British girls will try to maintain a certain stiff upper lip until the pain and humiliation get the better of them, and they, too, end up wailing and blubbering.
The Strictmoor films seem to place as much emphasis on spanking thighs as bottoms: a thigh spanking will be given separately, for example while the girl is being made to read aloud a poem from the board that she should have memorised.
I’ve never tried to consume a Strictmoor film from beginning to end as a complete whole. I suspect that if I did it would appear to be more episodic than continuous. Each scene is released separately on SGS – so perhaps Sarah intends for her viewers to consume these cinematic gems in smaller chunks.
Unlike the RS feature length films, I’m not sure there’s quite enough plot to stitch these episodes together. However, this is a minor criticism when set against the sheer scale of what Sarah has managed to pull off with her Strictmoor franchise.
For a future movie – and again I’m being super picky – I might be tempted to vary the punishment from one girl to the next – more reacting to how they are taking their punishment rather than insisting that each girl gets exactly the same. This, after all, mirrors real life: some schoolgirls are more bratty than others; some take the punishment quietly while others curse like troopers.
I would also love to see some mildly sexual humiliation: perhaps some rectal thermometer readings, some compulsory shaving of pudendae and so on.
Maybe some of the girls comforting each other ‘after lights out’ following a particularly hard day’s punishment?
Of course they would get caught, and of course, there would be consequences.
Strictmoor movies are exquisitely authentic, extremely well acted and obviously very meticulously thought through. I suspect that as Sarah and her fiancé develop this project, it will only get better.
Back in the bad old days of CP movies – and I still remember visiting shops in Soho, London and buying a really bad copy of a ten minute movie on VHS for the princely sum of £50 – it was all very formulaic.
A young female, dressed in school uniform (although the skirt was always ridiculously and appealingly short), would enter a spartan room and wait nervously. An older adult, usually male, would then enter and admonish her for some minor infraction of the school rules. She would then go over his knee or over the desk and be spanked over her minuscule skirt.
After a while, said skirt would get lifted (to howls of protest) and she would be spanked over her school knickers, although there was a possible variation at this point when the knickers were declared “not regulation” and some extra swats would be added.
Eventually the knickers would come down (usually just the top of the thighs) and she would be spanked and then strapped, paddled or caned ‘on the bare’.
The tearful miscreant would then be dispatched to the corner – skirt up, knickers down – to contemplate her misdemeanours while the camera would zoom in on her blushing posterior, sometimes with a cutaway to her tearful face.
End of movie.
There was always the added excitement of having to wait hours for a clip to download over a dial-up connection and the low resolution image that would flicker across one’s screen; this added to the overall clandestine and illicit nature of indulging one’s kink.
Some producers (and I will refrain from naming names to protect the guilty) would even run the footage from the second camera in a pathetic attempt to lengthen the movie and have you believe that this was an entirely new set of swats. You knew it was the second camera because the white balance was completely different from camera one.
The technical quality was usually beyond the control of the production house, but the lack of creativity certainly was not. It was shockingly bad – and showed nothing but contempt for the audience.
Now, I know there were studios that were producing better material than this – Real Spankings and Strictly English for example – but your run-of-the-mill spanking movie generally had all the charm of a wet November afternoon.
Thankfully, eventually, the sun came out: not only was HD video out there as the default standard (1080p and them 4K) but connection speeds got faster and faster meaning that streaming video became the norm.
At the same time trailblazing producers – and here the lovely Pandora / Blake springs to mind – were reinventing the genre. Feminist porn, high production values, movies with an actual plot or a proper theme, models who obviously engaged and were excited by the reinvention of spanking erotica.
Social media made it easier to engage directly with performers and producers, give them feedback on their excellent work and find out which spanking conventions they would be attending.
I was particularly impressed with Alex Reynolds – not just her amazing, curvy body but also her clever, edgy writing and her obvious enjoyment of the scene.
A couple of years back we even had a play date on one of her trips to the UK. Suffice it to say, I wasn’t disappointed!
This post set out to be a review of a particular set of films about Strictmoor Academy – very authentic, period drama-type films that feature multiple actors in an authentic, academic institutional environment in new England in the late 1950s/early 60s. However, the preamble has gone on for so long that this post will have to stand as it is.
In my next post, I will describe the delights of Strictmoor, and congratulate the production team on a job extremely well done.
Naturally, they get a little cross when people steal their material – having spent countless hours and dollars bringing it to fruition.
There really is no excuse for stealing porn – most of us can afford the modest sums asked to subscribe to various websites. And if you, like me, value the quality of CP erotica, you must realise that you can’t get something for nothing.
One thing that still does irk me a little though is when production houses try to strand their content into various themes (schoolgirl, cheerleader, girl next door and so on) in order to make you subscribe to individual streams; i’d much rather be asked for more money to have access to everything they produce.
That’s one hangover from the bad old days that should be buried with the uninspiring, formulaic old movies.
It was therefore with much delight that we decided to patronise the Kinky Fuckery Shopwhich recently opened online.
Unfortunately, our order arrived while we were on a break elsewhere, and for various reasons we haven’t had much playtime since.
As I am flying home to the UK today, Kitten reminded me that we hadn’t yet tried out our new toys – a Lolly Paddle and a Red Oak Paddle.
In the middle of packing, suitcases strewn around the floor, a hasty maintenance/good girl spanking was delivered using both implements.
Both felt great in the hand and delivered a resounding, stinging experience according to Kitten. What I especially like about the Lolly Paddle is the fact that it leaves cute little rings on her gorgeous, little girl butt.
So thanks John and Kayla, and get shopping, everyone else who is reading this blog. They will definitely be on my Kitten’s packing list when she visits the UK next month.
Does anybody else have particularly, favourite toys that must be packed for every trip? Leave me a comment to let me know.
The gluteal sulcus has a special place in a spanker‘s affections
Today I want to pay homage to that beautiful horizontal crease twixt thigh and the downward slope of the buttock: it’s called the gluteal sulcus, and every time I get sight of it, it sends me spinning into a thousand erotic fantasies.
For us spankers, it’s not just a visual delight it’s actually (or should be) the very object of our desire.
This area is actually known as the ‘sit sport’ or ‘sweetspot’ of your submissive’s beautiful bottom: some well aimed hand, paddle, crop or cane strikes in this area will have your loved one thinking about their misdemeanours every time they sit down for the next few days.
It is worth paying very close attention when spanking to ensure that this area gets more than its fair share of attention.
It’s the little crease that is so beautifully displayed when looking at your sub’s bottom.
Boyshorts finish well above this line so you can indulge in some sweet spot spanking even with knickers in place. Even full-back knickers will leave the gluteal sulcus exposed and allow you to work away, unhindered and unprotected by the usually flimsy fabric of a pair of knickers.
Pull those knickers down though – perhaps to top or mid thigh – and you will find the little crease framed and ready for your attention.
Stockings, too, draw attention to the sulcus: perhaps better to have her wear hold-ups rather than what we in the UK call ‘suspenders’ and our American friends call ‘garters’. After all, it wouldn’t do to damage a perfectly good suspender belt.
As I write, I’m looking forward to an afternoon in which my baby girl will have to atone for her behaviour in the last week. She will be wearing a T-shirt, simple, white, cotton knickers and a pair of kneelength white socks. That’s all it will take to set my desire aflame.
Friday is a good day for end of the week reviews and reckonings: we can then start the weekend with a clean slate and a well spanked bottom; this will be a reminder not to misbehave in the week ahead.
I make absolutely no secret of my knicker fetish: since as long as I can remember, I’ve been trying to look up girls’ skirts to get a glimpse of what lies beneath.
How did this begin? Who can say for sure, but one episode from my childhood is still burnt into my kaleidoscope of sexual awakening: I was at a boarding school for disabled children. One of the young care staff – let’s call her, Jane – stepped over me as I was lying on the floor of our day room. She had on a psychedelic, flippy miniskirt it was the Sixties after all) but underneath that, she was completely naked! Not only that, she was completely shaved.
This is something that, to this day, I insist upon with anyone with whom I have sex (not just submissives). That beautiful expanse of puffy flesh, divided by that darling little crease, sets my pulse racing and my cock stiffening like nothing else. I love giving oral sex but I can only do so if I’m not having to fight with a tangled forest of odiferous pubic hair. Thankfully, fashion has caught up with my kink in this respect.
Having seen Jane in all of her smooth, naked glory, you would think that the sight or flash of a girl’s knickers would be a disappointment to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. A flash of white knickers is even more tantalising and that is why schoolgirls, of the adult variety and of the playmate tendency, must wear deliciously innocent white, cotton knickers.
I love flipping up her little skirt, when my Kitten is bent over or lying across my lap, and smoothing my hand over the swell of her bottom. I love the sight of the bare flesh and then the curve of the cotton fabric. I like to leave her knickers in place for the initial spanking and then either pull them down to upper or mid thigh or give her a nice, tight wedgie: this has the added advantage of stretching the fabric across her vulva and giving more than a hint of that secret little place after which so many of us spend so long questing, fantasising, masturbating.
Thanks to my friend Molly, I now know not to call the delightful little crease in the centre of her knickers a ‘cameltoe’, since some women find the term offensive. I will, henceforth, describe this as a ‘vulvine groove’– for that, essentially, is what it is.
I digress – back to the matter in hand. So our schoolgirl submissive must be attired in white, cotton knickers, the plainer and the more innocent-looking the better. Of course, we Doms can have a lot of fun with adding extra punishment for infractions of our rules on appropriate schoolgirl knickers:
These are not regulation, Missy!
The wearer is then subject to extra punishment, sometimes removal of said knickers (anything too brief or slutty, especially skimpy thongs), and these will often be balled and stuffed into the wearer’s mouth as an impromptu gag; not before giving them a really good sniff to check for arousal, which is almost inevitable and smells heavenly.
Sometimes, I instruct my Kitten to keep her knickers on throughout her punishment and even while bringing her to her first orgasm:
Cum in those beautiful knickers for Daddy, Kitten!
She will squirm and writhe as I apply toys through the fabric which will bring her to completion but with the added barrier of that thin layer of cotton which is moistening moment by moment.
This is not to say that I only enjoy seeing white, cotton schoolgirl knickers: I love knickers of every shape and size, although I do draw the line at the Bridget Jones-style granny pants. Often, while shopping on Amazon, my eye will be distracted by some sexy knickers from Fruit of the Loom, Calvin Klein or Velvet Pussy. I will then wallow in my knicker fantasy for a good half an hour, adding item after item to my basket and showering my Kitten with more and more beautiful knickers to adorn her most secret and beautiful assets.
I haven’t ever counted how many pairs she owns but I’m sure we must be past two hundred pairs. I have told her that one day I want them all spread out on the bed so that we can roll around and play with each other, surrounded by those wonderful little bits of fabric after which I lust so much.
Since we are in a long-distance relationship (LDR) I keep a pair of her schoolgirl knickers in a Ziploc bag in my toy cupboard. When I miss her too badly, I open the bag and press the knickers to my face, inhaling deeply of her sweet, musky scent. I am in seventh heaven.