Thursday, 30 July 2009

Being Ever So Brave

This month, a new aspect of my kink seems to be emerging. And very interesting it is (for me. It may not be very interesting for you, in which case I apologise unreservedly. My blog is awfully egocentric, I'm afraid). Now that I've started to write about it, I realise it's not actually entirely new, it's just that I'm concentrating on it more than normal, and all my fantasies are rather focused on it right now.

This month I am Being Brave.

It suddenly struck me that I do tend to behave in an utterly undignified way. Now, this is a great deal of fun, but I've started to feel very impressed with and envious of people who are a bit braver and more stoic than me (there are many of these people, alas). So lots of my fantasies involve being a highly trained military-something (hmm, haven't really researched this very thoroughly yet) and being magically tough enough to cope with all sorts of cruelty. I want to try to psych out whoever's punishing me by not responding; and while this is probably going to be impossible, it's awfully satisfying and exciting to try.

So here is a picture of me being Ever So Brave, confronted by a wicked doctor who has locked me up in his asylum. He's probably going to do terrible things to me, and of course I'm frightened, but I'm not going to tell him who I'm spying for (I want to be a spy as well as a military-something - sorry I forgot to mention that before) because I'm VERY tough.

Sadly, this week in my real life I have not been Ever So Brave. On Tuesday I had a super spanking shoot (with my friend P, who writes beautiful scripts) and I tried to be terribly self-possessed in our 'arrested abroad after being framed for drug-smuggling' storyline, but the false accusations made me cry (duh, not brave) and I don't think I took the 62 cane strokes in a very highly-trained way, to be perfectly honest.

But it's not about the winning, it's about the taking part. OBviously. I shall keep trying. Who Dares Wins, and all that. Oh, I want to be Andy McNab....

Friday, 10 July 2009

Lots of Beating

Amelia-Jane has been on a little sabbatical because no one has booked me for spanking work over the last few weeks. I've been frightfully busy with lots of other stuff. Here is a list (I love lists)

Interesting Stuff

Shooting for who produce fabulous, tasteful nude pictures for ladies who're looking for stylish erotic portraits for themselves or their partner. I was helping to shoot their new brochure and it was lovely fun. I do recommend them if you're looking for nice pictures of yourself. They've spent years perfecting the art of using lighting to hide all the flaws and illuminating all the most beautiful bits of anyone's body. And they're photoshop magicians too.

Travelling round Ireland on my own, working with photographers as I went. One of them was my friend who runs This is always a great treat, I wore luxurious pantyhose and got tied up in very beautiful rope designs.

Working for (which now has a beautiful new free tour) at a small castle in rural Wiltshire. We were planning to shoot video but we ended up too near a main road for sound to be any good so we did lots of pictures instead (which I'll post next time I blog). If we'd done video, I expect there would have been plenty of spanking, but as it was I got tied up an AWFUL lot, but not spanked much...

Now that I've written my list of interesting things, I've rather lost the desire to write a list of boring things I've done. But self-discipline really must prevail. Here it is.

Huh, I just deleted it. It was too boring. Wheeee!

Now, perhaps you were thinking that because there haven't been any spanking shoots that I might have been enjoying a little break. Well, I kind of was until today. The BDM, who's been rather busy himself and therefore slightly less observant than normal suddenly became very strict this morning. I lost the car in the Sainsbury's carpark and he (rather irrationally, I do feel) said that if I couldn't locate it without help then I'd have to be punished when we got home. Well really. Obviously I couldn't find it, because I'm far too important to notice silly little things like that. And his car is an extremly boring colour (unlike my car, who's name is Precious Garland, and she never gets lost, oh no). So then HE found it, took me home and made very efficient use of a big leather strap and my bottom. I think it reminded him that unkindness is very fun, because now he's said that unless I post on my blog, I'll have to take 40 strokes (with the same strap) this evening.

Hmmmm. Well, I have posted. So maybe that's ok. Except that I also did something else very, very wrong today, for which the normal punishment is bastinado. Ouch. So there is suddenly lots of beating in my life.

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