Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Season's Beatings...

... and all the other tired CP-esque festive greetings. I think I may have heard them all, but do feel free to think of any particularly clever, witty ones that you feel I may appreciate. ;)

Just popping on here inbetween dealing with Christmas, which is, as normal, fairly beset by disaster and a spot of death - not mine just yet though, you'll be no doubt delighted to hear.

As you'll see on the Northern Spanking Christmas Special, we are indeed also in the swing of the season, even if that swing is Hywel's right arm...

Yes, we spent much time shooting the marvellous Amelia-Jane Rutherford in the last couple of weeks, and one of those films, incredibly, is being released pretty much straight away (baring in mind that normally things that go up can be around 2 years old by the time they make it onto the sit) - possibly because we didn't already have a Christmas Special, due to various factors.

She plays a vile-natured glamour model, shooting alongside Syra Garcia, and is spanked by her real life (My Goodness! We have those?!) other half, Hywel, who shoots an awful lot of glamour models, so doubtless got some sort of pent-up anger release out of this video.

The second part goes up, appropriately tomorrow, on Northern Spanking - not to be missed over your mince pie and cheeky sherry, or maybe that's just me.

I just had a small fit of nostalgia looking at the Christmas specials from previous years, a couple of which feature myself, looking ridiculously young - we had the Christmas Panto a couple of years ago:

- Which I suspect may have been the start of the descent into the more surreal genre of films we've (*cough* I've) been known to make. But it is rather funny, and is indeed the film that caused Lucy to wet herself laughing during an outtake, so do check it out and see if you can work out where. If not, I think the outtakes were put up on the site at some point, so you can probably grab them there if you don't have the DVD of Joy.

Then there was the slightly disturbing "Christmas present" of sisters the previous year - several mens' fantasies it may be, but it's not mine! Still, it contains a couple of these, frankly bizarre, tandem spanking pictures which we had a lot of fun doing, and just prove how bad an idea red fishnet is!

Ah well... it's nice to see older pictures of yourself. Sometimes.

Or maybe not.

*books new year botox*

Of course, I may well sometimes appear on other sites at Christmas, like
Spanked At Home

- we picked up the hats and the Gluhwein mugs at the Weinachtsmarkt the night before, so it was quite a genuine Christmassy shoot, unlike the ones you often find yourself doing in June, such as the Northern Spanking Christmas Special from last year, "There ain't no Sanity Clause."

As Lucy discovered - it's really rather hard to find a suitable Father Christmas beard in summertime. As for a non-crotchless santa suit, well, that's just impossible. Everyone loves a crotchless Santa!

Have a fab Holiday season, folks, and I will catch you in the New Year.



Friday, 5 December 2008

Black thigh-day

Cor, I've been really rather busy recently. Sorry about that, folks.

So what's new? Well. I've done a couple of shoots for different websites to the ones I was already appearing on - World Domination is truly at hand.

I do like shooting (well, I like firing things as well, but in this case I do actually mean filming) - but it does amuse me sometimes how glam some people think it is. If only they could see you pulling your back muscles for a pose, having to walk across the garden with your 6 inch heels in your hand so you don't aerate someone's lawn too much, having your underwear fished out of your arse crack and adjusted because your hands are held somewhere, or having to pull the cameraperson out of some tiny space they managed to wedge themselves into to get the perfect shot.

Generally, to be a decent spanking model, you will need to be able to do good make-up for camera, both natural and "evening" style. Hair is a good bonus. For a big number of companies, they are not remotely interested in what your head looks like, and wouldn't even notice if you had eyeliner smeared all over your face - so if you want to come off looking ok you'll need to be able to Do Things. And do them reasonably fast.
I invariably, if I'm traveling same day to a shoot, batter my way onto a train, have a cup of tea (if there's time) and then try to at least get my make-up base done, if not all of it - I'll often leave a train looking completely different to how I got on. My l33t skills are now so good that I can do full eye make-up in a matter of minutes on a bouncy train. Hardcore...

Clothes. You need a lot. I'll repeat that in bold: a lot. Not just cute little skirts and plenty of panties, although they'll get you some of the way. Before I moved down south I had a whole room full of things I've worn in videos. And shoes, obviously. The sheer amount that found its way to a charity shop when I cleared my house was staggering. And I still have a good two wardrobes' worth now, which gets added to (and sometimes pruned) weekly, usually out of - yup - charity shops. It took me a couple of years to start seriously amassing things. You start to look ahead to what you'll need as stock items - short skirts/dresses, jenas, various tops/shirts, including a couple of white school shirts, couple of business suits or similar (usually needed more if you're domming in things), sensible shoes, less sensible shoes, downright dangerous shoes, knee boots... and as for underwear... Just buy it. And lots of it.
My stocking collection is starting to frighten me a little. Before this year I'd have never even considered owning and wearing proper f/f nylons, as I'd have balked at the cost, for a start.

Dragging a suitcase full of various selections of the above around the city/country/continent/world is also no fun. Especially on rush hour trains.

You'll then arrive - possibly made-up, possibly not - flustered, sweaty (which is a nightmare beyond belief if you've needed to fake-tan before the shoot. That's a whole new paragraph.) and probably in dire need of tea/breakfast/cigarettes/chocolate. Sometimes you might get one or more of those essentials. Quite often, however...

I do like shoots where I get fed at some point. My first Girls Boarding School shoot, a few years ago, had a scene where I got to break a glass while eating kinder chocolate. Method acting was employed there, I can tell you. I had to force that tasty little bar down my neck. And then finished it while we had to cut and clean up the glass from around my stockinged feet. Brill.

All the while, you can't forget that it's a job. Yes, sometimes you get the chance to play out your fantasies, and that's great. But it's pretty rare on the whole. You have to do what the people who are paying you want, even if you could cheerfully pull out your toenails rather than do another contrite schoolgirl sans homework... I get a bit concerned to hear about people who simply must achieve "sub-space" from all their shoots. You can't get that involved and be a good model. It's not the right arena for it, in any case.
Yes, you can have very intense, very enjoyable, very "real" scenes on film. But if you take it so far that it's going to adversely affect other people, or the filming, then you should probably be exploring that side of things in your private life...


Last week I followed the footsteps of Pandora and Leia-Ann and went to shoot with Punishment Bitch.

I had a super day - Sonia is such a vibrant, wicked lady, and I found myself quite fascinated with her. (I also think her main site, Lady Sonia is hot as hell, although I did manage to not express my appreciation in too vociferous a way.)
I pulled out the 4 pairs of very different high heels I'd brought with me, and we cooed briefly over them, before Sonia exclaimed with delight that she had some f/f coloured stockings to match two of the pairs of shoes. And oh yes she did. I have hot pink, navy and sky blue RHT stockings, which I'd not taken with me that day, but she had cerise and electric blue with contrast black seams and tops, and they looked awesome with the matching heels. So awesome, in fact, that she said I should keep them.
Which is why my collection is growing at a fairly frightening rate.

We shot some really rather sexy stuff, and it was just wonderfully different to a standard spanking shoot. I can't wait to go back!

Not, of course, that a standard spanking shoot is anything particularly bad. My second shoot last week was for an offshoot of the GBS family - Spanked At Home.
I can't say I've had many other shoots so beset by mild disasters, but it was a lot of fun, and my German got a good outing. In fact, we did most of a scene in it. Mach es dir selber, NOTW...

I think one of my favourite shooting moments of the whole year was during this shoot. We were just finishing the first video, which ended with me protesting, crying out and generally shouting that I didn't understand what the big scary German was saying to me (which is hard, when you do.) and Alex had finished paddling me. He unceremoniously plonked the big wooden paddle on my back, where I was bent over with my jeans around my ankles, and stormed out of the room to leave me in disgrace. Except... as he went out of the door, he suddenly uttered "Umm, hallo....", clearly not to any of us in the room. There then followed a conversation, clearly with a gruff male.
Horrorstruck glances were exchanged in the room as I scrambled for my jeans, then the camera operator also went out. She came back in shortly afterwards, desperately trying not to shriek laughing: the flat we had rented for the shoot was in the middle of being renovated, and the landlord had clearly figured that we wouldn't mind if the handyman came around to fix various things. Of course, he had his own keys...
I popped out to introduce myself and at least show him that I wasn't there against my will, and he just shrugged acceptance and went back to his work. We ended up with two maintenance men working in there - presumably number 1 called his friend and told him the porn-tastic news. The Spanked At Home team were really quite embarrassed by the whole thing. I just laughed. The rest of the day involved a slightly bizarre symbiotic relationship with the mechanics, as we would shoot a scene of spanking porn, complete with me making rather a lot of noise, and then they would drill for a while.

I had a wicked time; German is probably one of my better languages, after English, Scottish and Lucy (believe me, "Lucy" is a hard hard language to master. Few understand it, fewer speak it.) although it's far from fluent, and at 5.30am GMT in a large German airport Amy is not at her best to speak English, let alone something else. Challenging!

The fabulous titular pun of this post, of course, doesn't entirely relate to the credit crunch, but rather my rear post-Germany.

Er, ouch. Although those pics really don't have a lot of contrast or detail in them, being a camera phone. It's damn hard to picture your thighs at that angle. Thankfully I found my digital camera charger today finally, so I'll be able to take more normal pictures at some point.

I was going to make this post the night before the Cheeky Girls Party yesterday, as an exercise in "Where not to hit Amy tomorrow", however time as ever intervened, and I had to go and wear some of my longest f/f stockings to try and cover it up. I was then promptly poked on it several times by people saying "Oh my WORD, who did that to you??!" Which is a bit counter-productive, as my explanation is masked a little by my trying not to maim and kill you. OW! (Yes, it's just at that lovely healing stage where every touch prickles.)

The party itself was fab - and we had a Christmas dinner to boot. The first of the season! Splendid. Hopefully we'll have some pictures soon as the girls looked great, but you'll just have to wait. :) I met a big fan of mine, who wants to be known as "The Foreigner" on my blog, but I'm afraid that doesn't really narrow it down at all dear, so you'll probably have to stick with Baby Bear! ;)
I also got to dish out a wickedly hard cold caning for a cheeky boy who was leaving early and was worried he was going to go without getting a thrashing. Never one to let that public service go unfulfilled, I stepped in. What a chore!

Next week is the Kane Kristmas party which is fully booked, so get on the reserve list if you didn't get in fast enough.

Cripes. It's 3am, so I better get to bed.

Bye for now!


Sunday, 2 November 2008

New Amelia-Jane Rutherford Film out this month!

I've been lucky enough to be given some preview piccies of a very exciting new film released this month at Northern Spanking!

I LOVE Amelia-Jane as both a friend and a colleague, and have been lucky enough to work with her on a few occasions now. Her performance in "Twins" over at Northern still makes me laugh out loud - although Lucy and Stephens' performances do assist there too.

Lucy and Paul say

We have a brilliant new film coming out soon, featuring *Amelia Jane Rutherford*, called "Ghastly Amelia Jane". First part will be on the site on 18th November and there will be six parts as its 55mins long! The story is that she is the stroppy and lazy daughter of the owner of a very large engineering firm and her dad has asked one of his engineers, (Paul!), to school her in electrical engineering in advance of her degree. It starts with her being dragged out of bed in her jammies, protesting ferociously and spanked. When she's eventually dressed in her school uniform her tuition doesn't go well - she's learned nothing, can get none of the answers right to very basic questions and is truly ghastly to the poor engineer throughought, being spanked again and strapped all to very little effect. It is only when she's made to touch her toes for a thorough caning that any contrition appears.

I really can't imagine Amelia being ghastly to anyone... umm... except on video. But she's so good at being ghastly that maybe she should be spared the rod for once? Don't you think?

[fx] tumbleweed [/fx]

Ah. That answered that question then!

Anyway. I am practically bouncing off the edge of my seat for this film - it has pyjama spankings AND school uniform - and could you imagine anyone looking better than her in those wonderful socks?

Get on over to Northern Spanking and get ready for a treat! OK, you have to wait a week or two, but in the meantime we have two brilliant films of her (including the quite fabulous "Amelia-Jane, get out of that bath!" - naked splendour ahoy!) and photosets, and, of course, the guest film from Restrained Elegance where she appears as Ariel Andersson, whom I have also worked with. ;)

Oh, and there's also frightening numbers of films with other models in, including the newest addition to the Northern Spanking family, 18 year old Irelynn, in her first film:

Can you tell whose house that is from the subtly coloured furniture? Clashes terribly with her fiery bottom though. I should spank her for that myself!


Wow! I've had three fab parties over the last week. Sam Johnson's being the first - and the one I've managed to procure some piccies from!
As a special Hallowe'en type thing myself, Ms Johnson and the rather fabulous Aleesha were little red devils, with the aid of the rather subtly titled "Instant Devil Kit", consisting of horns, tails, forks and bow ties - Beelzebub meets the Chippendales on the way to a dinner party, kind of thing...

Here, not in any way predictably, are our bottoms:

Here, slightly less predictably, are our bottoms again:

"Ah ha!" I hear you cry (somewhat electronically) "Woman where she belongs, on hands and knees scrubbing the floor!"
Well possibly, but probably not the attire normally attributed to the housewife stereotype.

Yes, we are cleaning up in that picture. Why? Well... a certain culprit, known as Bolly Boy, managed to drop a full bottle of champagne that he'd just opened onto the floor.
In the chaos ensuing, I'm sure we should have maybe had a representative from Dulux there, as the coverage of floor, walls, radiator, chairs and people's legs was remarkable. There has to be a new product in there for ease of painting.

I would point out that Aleesha is rather conspicuously missing from that shot. I think she heard the commotion and hid in the bathroom!

As the evening was marking the birthday of the lovely Mr A, there was cake (oh yes, and chocolate cake at that. JOY!) and Sam also asked if I'd give her a quick hand administering his present from us - a cane stroke for every year.
As I am a lady of much discretion (unlike others currently in the press) I will refrain from divulging just how many we gave, but it was quite a blistering set, as I'd not caned anyone since the judicial afternoon a couple of weeks ago, and was dying to give some stripes out - I'm so generous!

After that was the Secretarial Sauciness of the Moonglow Party, and then the Naughtiest Nurses you ever did see at Kane, which also had a birthday boy, Mr S, who also got a few strokes of the cane at the end, but more as a torturous right of passage than a present. I'd love to say we were all kind with our allocated single stroke each, but... well. You do have a very heavy hand, my darling, and you had just beaten us all so very hard... ;)

I signed several copies of the magazine - my white shirt makes an excellent little notepad! I was also massively impressed with the food. Having recently had to move from the previous Kane venue, which was known for having the best party food about, I didn't think we'd get anywhere near as tasty, but it was a pretty damn good spread, and... there was chocolate cake. JOY!

I had to dash off afterwards to get to a gym class, so missed the normal debauchery in the pub afterwards. Hopefully I'll get to stay a bit longer after the Christmas Party on the 11th of December.

On a completely unrelated note: I found this at the train station the other day and just had to take a picture. Has she made her escape from Bars and Stripes? !

Coming up tomorrow - a terribly exiting preview of Northern Spanking's next AMELIA-JANE RUTHERFORD film.

In the meantime, if you need a really good chuckle, check out Northern's "Makeover Madness", the first part of which is out now. I only saw this for the first time today, and normally cannot abide watching myself in films. Yes, it's another comedy, and I pretty much excel myself in it, as does the gorgeous and very game Jadie.
The second part, out this week, is a little more serious, and really quite sexy, from what I remember of the filming, two years ago! The idea was thought up by the ever-legendary Stephen Lewis, who had to lock himself in the kitchen during the filming of the first part as he kept laughing.

Cruel man. And there was me getting my bottom thoroughly reddened by someone who somehow managed to remain deadpan despite looking like an orgy in a candyfloss factory.

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

A brief history of the last week or so...

Just to clarify things: I am not an escort.

I feel somewhat compelled to write this, given that I have just been bombarded with a day of ridiculous emails from a man who believes me to be thus, despite it being written clearly that I do not provide a sexual service.
Apparently my declination to meet with him (and have sex in his hotel room) is due to my overwhelming prejudice against disabled people, (Well, possibly, if you count utter stupidity as a disability...) and I have been flooded with emails arguing the finer points of my Spankee Finder profile.

As such, I'd throw a quick warning out there to any of the girls on there as a Spankee just now to watch out for this man contacting you. The mails from him have descended into such offensive garbage that I've had to block his email address. Email me if you need me to clarify identity - I won't post any details here, despite my obvious huge discrimination against disabled people.

Anyway, enough of the joys of email and phone abuse that some of us ladies get on a fairly regular basis. What is happening in Amy-Land just now?

Well... as most of you have gathered, I am now a London resident, so am doing 121 (and, indeed, 221 and 321!) sessions - sub, domme, or switch. I had a particularly lovely day last week for a slave's birthday, where myself, the formidable Miss Parker and Kirstyn dished out a breathtaking judicial punishment - Happy Birthday slave H!

Yesterday I got to catch up with Mr D, who I'd not seen for many months. He made up for the lack of contact with various implements, and sent me a couple of pictures to share:

That, incidentally, is my "wench" outfit. :) Embarrassingly, he also showed me how to use a couple of features on my iPhone that I'd not managed to achieve in the first two weeks of having it. I could have just read the manual, I suppose... but where's the fun in that?

Later this week, in amongst my rather frighteningly busy real social life, I have a private party with the super Sam Johnson, then next week sees my first Moonglow party for four years.

Especially exciting is next Thursday's Kane Party - not only is the awesome Leia-Ann Woods going to be there as well to have yet more fun with (we spent a whole afternoon being smooth at our pub lunch on sunday, which was splendid!) and not only will I get to see some of you boys reading just now who I haven't seen in months, but some of you may have noticed that the cover girl on the latest issue - number 103 - is somewhat familiar...

There is a 7 page interview with me, with accompanying pictures, inside the mag too, as well as a photo-set from one of my recent films from Northern Spanking so ardent fans should be particularly pleased.

If you're attending any of the parties, especially the Kane one, and wish me to sign your magazine, then by all means bring it along! (with a nice Sharpie marker that I can sniff at the same time) - if you're not, then... well... WHY NOT?! ;)

What else... Oh, I recently went over to Holland to shoot with Girls In Cuffs - a site that pretty much does what it says on the tin, let's be honest.

Here's a wee preview - there's already a set up on the site too. And a (probably exceptionally embarrassing) video of me attempting to get out of said cuffs.

Hmmm... that's it for now. More soon, I hope!!


Thursday, 16 October 2008

7 Deadly Sins Meme

Well, considering Niki tagged me in this I should probably finally get round to it. Who knows when she may next get the opportunity to cane me, but I should probably keep on her good side, don't you think?


1. With whom did you last get angry?

Genuinely, blind angry, as opposed to pissed off angry (which is most of the time, depending on what irritations the public throw at me each day) was probably my ex. Enough said!

2. What is your weapon of choice?

Physics; being able to lower my centre of gravity, or feel out the best leverage point for maximum effect. I love knives a great deal, as Lucy and Paul will testify, but wouldn't use one in a real fight.

3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?

In a fight? Er, yes, if he was going to batter me first!

4. How about of the same sex?

Have you seen girls fight? It's not about slapping and nails and hair pulling anymore... Bloody crazy women.

5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?

I'd take a guess at the ex, per above, but I apparently drove my more recent partner insane overnight last month due to having a very restless night, and thrashing about /shouting in my sleep. I was oblivious, of course, even when he smacked me to try and wake me up. He ended up giving up and going to do some work, so was in less than a good mood in the morning.

6. What is your pet peeve?

I can only choose one??! People who force their beliefs/lifestyles on me is a high scorer just now.
People who rape the English Language in general, but especially people on the "scene" who have decided that because they are "kinky" they are exempt from needing to write like a normal person, and scatter r/Random C/capitals everywhere to P/presumably denote their W/wanker s/Status.

And yes, I may indeed receive emails from people like this quite often. Don't do it, kids.

7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?

Oh, I keep them. Depends what's happened, and it must be pretty severe, but I can keep them, then have the person who wronged me never actually know if I have genuinely forgiven them or not, but still be outwardly lovely to them. Adds a nice tension to their day. :)


1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?

Take my medication...

2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?

Ummm... not really a valid question. When I'm ill, I might sleep all day. Or I might need to pull an all-night travel situation or somesuch. So it varies vastly.

3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't.

I could look at my to-do list here and pick about 4 names off it. Obviously I'm not going to. But there's a few people. Emails stack up and disappear from my inbox quite quickly now.

4. What is the last lame excuse you made?

It would probably be blaming the ever-glorious tube for my being late, when in fact I couldn't find any clothes and left the house late as a consequence.

5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through (one of the long ones)?

I don't have a TV, and not sure we get those much over here?

6. When was the last time you got a good workout in?

Thursday. Yup. Shocking. A week ago. Have been running round like a loon since though, so not been entirely inactive.

7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?

Twice. Mainly because it's a new phone and I couldn't work out how to turn it off.


1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?

Hot: Soya hot chocolate.
Cold: Most Champagne and cocktails made thereof.

2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat?

I only eat white meat, but will eat either colour on poultry.

3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?

I'd ask the ambulance that picked me up afterwards. Too much, and enough for alcohol poisoning for some time.

4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?


5. Do you have an issue with your weight?


6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?

I have a predominantly sweet tooth, but I love a nice olive, or a tasty curry.

7. Have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, LUNCH?

No. I like animals, and wouldn't sully my body with child meat.


1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?

Lordy, an awful lot.

2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?

Umm... not as many as Niki, I'd guess. My nude work isn't quite as prolific as hers! More than enough in person though.

3. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?

Depends on all sorts. I like nice arms on guys. On girls it's probably eyes or lips.

4. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?

All the time. I quite like how as a woman I can get away with it a bit more when I stare at a fabulous rack. No, it's probably just as rude, but you still get away with it much better than if a guy did it. ;) As for crotches - I can't help it. It's not even a sexual thing. I will notice if people's flies are undone as they walk in a room - even periphally. Then I have to find a way of telling them. It's fine if I know them, but it can be a bit harder with strangers.

5. Have you done it?


6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?

Not as such. One tried to start a fight with me for walking on her patch. I've been propositioned *as* a perceived prostitute on the street a few times. Once was at 8am, when I was walking home from a party. Nice.

7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?

Yup. I have an abject fear of being pregnant, so always have a few tests in stock at any given time - saves sleepless nights.


1. How many credit cards do you own?


2. What's your guilty pleasure store?

eBay is king, but I've found a couple of very awesome shops with lovely jewellery and bags down here recently, which I may take a trip to in the event I have any spare cash in the next year. We won't start talking about shoes just now.

3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?

Buy lots of presents for people, pay off mortgage/cards etc, get some serious investment advice considering the current joys of the world's finance.

4. Would you rather be rich, or famous?

Oh rich, totally. Who wants a camera in their face at all hours?

5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?

Ergh. I'd absolutely say no, but sometimes you just need to buckle down and make some money for a while.

6. Have you ever stolen anything?

Not a great deal, actually. I find it very hard to consider.

7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?

No idea. Apparently there are 209 albums on my iTunes. I think I've bought most of them though.


1. What one thing have you done that you're most proud of?

Passing my driving test during one of the more difficult periods of my life.

2. What one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?

I'd imagine it's an awful lot; they're my parents.

3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your life?

Oh, all sorts. Bungee jumping, going to Paris, seeing justice served on various miscreants.

4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?

A little. I guess. Although it depends on what the contest was.

5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?


6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?

7. What did you do today that you're proud of?

Buckled down and did some work for the first time in a week or so.


1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?

Erm... One of my friends has some really fabulous boots that I've always been dying for.

2. Who would you want to go on Trading Spaces with?

What is that? Like Wife Swap? I wouldn't want someone else living in my world.

3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?

I'd want to be myself. I'd love bits of other people's bodies, or their material effects and lifestyles, but not to actually be someone else.

4. Have you ever been cheated on?

Ach, just now it's a question we don't ask. Who knows.

5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?

Just one?

6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?


7. Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?

Well the only really fun ones are Lust, Gluttony and sometimes Anger...

Sunday, 5 October 2008

The wanderer begins her return

So Amy is now resident in London. It's been a rather long and still-challenging process due to various fabulous real-life factors (why can't it all be like our movies? Oh. Actually. Best not answer that...) but I am finally starting to be able to sit down and blog again. I am also now available for more frequent London 121 sessions, so drop me a line if you're eager! I apologise to any of you who've tried to phone me recently: Telephony .V. Amy has been a most exciting match series this autumn, with Telephony soundly beating her (and not in the way we are most accustomed) on no less than two of her handsets. Yes. I have lost one phone and had the other stolen, so currently about 8 people have a number they can contact me on. I'm working on getting this sorted just now, but please be patient and just email me in the meantime. ;)

I'm currently having a quick look through the recent Northern Spanking updates and chuckling rather a lot at the set entitled "Bitter Moon."

I remember shooting this set (quite some time ago, too.) and seeing that the call sheet just had "Bitter Moon" written on it. As you'll see in the set, we had so much fun dousing my cleavage, top and just about everything else with milky products we decided to do it again. Now do you see why perhaps I shouldn't wish that my life completely resembles one of my movies? ;)

Speaking of Northern, I got a glimpse or two of the latest film update "Spanking Miss Jones", which is an actual FEAST for anyone who loves Leia-Ann Woods, or Stockings, or Legs, or incredible patent black stilettos. If you love all four, you may want to have a paramedic standing by before you watch the film, as the opening sequence especially is just hot hot hot.

I must away to bed just now. Bye for now! x

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Postcards from a train

I do apologise for the lack of updates; real life has gotten in the way to quite a serious extent, so posting has had to take a bit of a hiatus for a little while.

I am currently en route to shoot with the fabulous Sam Johnson, followed by a day of whooping some naughty boys' behinds with Vixen Ladies.

Last week I shot for a whole lovely day with Restrained Elegance and spent much of my time there tied up (obviously), hanging about (literally) with, or having my feet caned alongside the iconic Ariel Andersson/Amelia-Jane Rutherford.

As for Northern Spanking... Well... I'm forbidden to say anything just now, but there are some rather exciting things planned in our Development section, and as soon as I can give you all a sneaky preview then I will!

Monday, 28 July 2008

Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round!

It's been a little while since I showed some yummy highlights from Northern Spanking's bigger sister, Spanking BBW, so I've selected a quick few that caught my eye particularly.

Pensive Rapper Stee-Lew and his starlet girlfriend Izzy. He's so distracted trying to write his next hit that even a pair of lovely boobs in front of him fails to capture his attention!

Luckily, Izzy's proffered bottom finally sparks some interest, and is given a lovely warming.

Emma-Jay tries to swindle her insurance to get a new TV, and is caught out by Mr Kennedy. Lucky for her, he's a reasonable man, and tells her there is still a way to get the claim approved...

It's always hard thinking of the ideal birthday present for your spouse. Not for the Spanking BBW minxes! Isabella thinks the perfect present for hubby Phil is herself and her sister dressed up as nurses, for his enjoyment all evening!

Of course, with two such beautiful curvy ladies, why hide them in uniforms? Phil has the right idea and gets them to strip off for the tawse.

And, of course, we have more naughtiness from the Spanking BBW head girl, Tanya, who is wickedly horny in this set, playing with her new big, black toy!

Giovanni is less than impressed - she said she'd wait until he was back to play with it! To add to her pent-up frustration, he straps her bottom to a vivid pink, making her even more rampant!

So as you can see, Northern Spanking's sister site may be bigger, but it's certainly not any more well-behaved!

If you want more ridiculously hot pics of larger ladies up to no good at all and being thoroughly spanked for it, then pop along to Spanking BBW and check the girls out!

Sunday, 27 July 2008

Something that everyone should read... it applies to all involved in the spanking scene.

Lucy and Paul make their statement about recent affairs over on Niki's blog.

It clears up a few misconceptions and makes some truly excellent points, and is from two of the people I love the most in the world, which should be reason alone to respect it. ;)

(No pictures just now - partially because it detracts from the point a bit, and also because I've got a new hard drive and pictures require pulling out the back up!)

Thursday, 17 July 2008

No, I'M a prostitute!

I think we should have a whole Spartacus theme happening here. Or at least just willy-waving as to who is the bigger hooker.

Niki has made an excellent post on the more detailed version of what has been happening recently, should you have somehow managed to miss it because your head is up your arse or something. Rather than write my own swing on the topic, I'll direct you there instead, as there's not really much I can add.

Speaking of Niki...

Just what is Mr Lewis doing to her in this picture? Answers on a comment postcard... ;)

Thursday, 10 July 2008

Some Highlights from the NSI barn:

Well things are a teeny bit hectic now, as some of you will doubtless know. But not too busy that I can't share a couple of awesome bits from recent Northern Spanking galleries!

If you had a wish, what would it be for? Forget World Peace and all that pretentious nonsense - be selfish! Would it be for Amelia-Jane Rutherford naked in a pink sparkley foam bath?


Oh, you want her bottom, perfectly formed and with a light layer of bubbles, being spanked? Well why didn't you say?!

It's been quite a year of bright young things so far - we've somehow recruited all sorts of utterly gorgeous young fillies, all quite off their own steam (we didn't even have to bribe them!!)
The latest of these lovelies is local girl Alana Rowan, seen here pilfering Paul's private chocolate supply:

Needless to say, Paul is less than impressed...

Two of our newer - and very popular- girls are Kami Robertson and Anna Gordon. We thought we'd dress them up as nurses in black stockings and heels, and then have some horrible bitch beat them up. Consensually, obviously.

It's such a chore working for Northern Spanking, really!

Well, that's it for just now.

But look! There's something not quite Reich about this uniform! Could it be?! It MUST be a genuine uniform - the wipe-clean elements of PVC were clearly favoured about 60 years ago. Was much easier to wipe all the blood off in the trenches and everything...

And look! See how I am walking... That's CLEARLY a goose-step. Oh yes... and I'm going UP THE STAIRS! You know what that means - 60-odd years ago they had STAIRS too.

Surely THE PUBLIC (and by "Public", we mean... yes... We know what they read, anyway) have a RIGHT TO KNOW about why I am hiding my little moustache and reveling in it?

Or maybe someone is just a little insecure because many years ago in class, when the teacher asked what people wanted to be when they grew up, and he replied "An Editor of a Highly-Respected Paper, Miss!", the teacher smiled and said "Well dear, that's lovely, but we think you're more suited to calling the bingo..."

What would I know, I'm just a model!

*removes tongue from cheek*

Tuesday, 24 June 2008


Busy Bee Amy!
I'm sorry not to update more just now, I'm all over the place in that funny thing called Real Life!

Last week I was down in London again, and was invited to attend a Peaches Party as both an errant schoolgirl in the afternoon (and oh boy, did I feel the error of my ways impacting upon my rear!) and then the Head Girl alongside Miss Parker, caner extraordinaire, for the evening's Fem Domme party.
We didn't hold back during the detention, and the boys who chose to avoid punishment by getting almost full marks in their tests didn't remain that way for long, as demerits could be handed out at our discretion, and for any misdemeanour we could find. Believe me, we were quite inventive!

I also purchased two beautiful new canes while I was down (after some roguish gentlemen managed to break my crook handled main cane across my backside. I think that's the definition of "a little too enthusiastic". Or, indeed, where my safeword would come in... !) so am looking forwards to breaking them in (and not "on"!) soon.
Traveling through London and back up to Glasgow with a couple of canes isn't the easiest of ventures though, especially when combined with other luggage. I'm looking forwards to moving down to London later this year, as I spend too much time living out of a suitcase just now!

Here, have a picture of my bottom after 60 beautifully accurate firm cane strokes, from the wonderful Mr T:


Saturday, 7 June 2008

Of all the people I have an utter lack of respect for...

... one of the biggest offenders (apart from people who break anyone's trust, of course!) is the gutter journalist. You have those in the profession who travel out to war zones and report under sniper fire (or was that Hilary? I get confused...), and those who go out of their way to bring you a fair debate on some vital medical issue.

And then of course you have those whose qualifications essentially limit them to WRITING every other WORD in CAPITALS! It riles the masses, I believe.
This post is not about them. ;)

This post is about something that actually has a worthwhile meaning for once.

Quite recently I stumbled, as one can only do via the internet, across a blog I found all at once fascinating and compelling. It is written by - wait for it - a Journalist.

Adrian Sudbury is a young man whose writing affected me deeply for several reasons, most of which need not be heralded to the British Public at large. He isn't going to be around much longer, which, to be blunt, is shit. (It's very hard to convey this into words without sounding contrived or 'holier than thou', I do apologise.)

His message essentially boils down to this: the world needs more bone marrow donors.

He is currently leading a campaign to get the government to educate school leavers about registering to be a donor. Simple as that. Not pressurising or guilt-tripping them to sign up. Just telling them that it's an option (I certainly didn't know about it when I was leaving school.) and quashing the negative image that people get at the words "bone" and "donor".

It only requires a blood test to register. No boney involvement there!

The Anthony Nolan Trust is where the UK register of Bone Marrow donors is held, although as far as I'm aware people on the register can be used to try and find matches for any of the worldwide requirements for a bone marrow transplant. So my non-UK readers can just get in as well!

I think one of the multiple reasons I feel so strongly about this is because I am in more than one of the "definite exclusion" categories for donating both marrow and blood, and, as such, feel a tad useless.

Some years ago my life was saved with a blood transfusion (that sounds dreadfully sensationalist and attention seeking, but it's, you know, true.) and since then I have always been extraordinarily grateful and full of respect for the people who can, and do donate.
I also, at the same time, had to have actual bone marrow removed, which was done under GA, like a chosen donor would undergo. It was a wee bit sore afterwards, yeah. But so was nearly dying, you know? ;)

Yeah, it's needles. Zoinks!!!!
Holy crap, have you seen the amount of needles someone that sick has to put up with?

"All very well the masochist telling us it's fine!" I hear you cry! (figuratively) :)

I don't particularly like needles. When I was younger I used to fear blood tests like nothing on earth. I used to use EMLA cream to numb over the vein. Worked like a charm, and was always fun to poke the numb area afterwards, until I realised I was being a bit wet, and so much worse could happen than a bloody, er, blood test. (The queen of puns. Maybe my journo career is just beginning?)

Sooo... barr making a financial donation,and spreading the word, I can't make more of a practical, life changing difference.
You may well be able to.
And if you can't, then do the same as me. Or just sign the petition linked on Adrian's Blog.

Freaky One-Legged Nurse Amy says "Get off your behinds and make me proud!"

Tuesday, 27 May 2008

What splendid boots, madam, where did you find them?

It's quite an odd feeling to open a splash page for a new site and see a woman wearing some awesome boots and taking a couple of seconds to think "Hang on - I've got a pair like that. The bitch! I've never seen anyone else wearing them!" and then realising that the bitch in question is actually yourself.

Ok, so perhaps it's not a feeling I'd expect that many of my readers to have, but I assure you, it's quite odd.:)

So seemingly Vixen Ladies have a new sister site to add to their family - Vixen Ladies HD - with the HD meaning High Definition, as opposed to Hot Derrieres, or Hurty Discipline. ;)

I've had a quick glance over the previews, and one of the vids features an excerpt from the virgin hand tawsing I told you about. I'm really quite nice about it, although don't be fooled by Mr L's smiling - you could probably lash him with a wire brush and he'd still grin afterwards! :)

Friday, 16 May 2008

Episode 405: In which Amy doesn't get spanked?!

Once again I find myself traversing the country and utilising NXEC's splendid, if vastly temperamental, wi-fi.

"Ah! She has no excuse for not updating the blog if she has 5 hours!" You may say...

Not so.
Not only is the connection about as reliable as a rottweiler guarding a butchers, there's the problem of having highly unsuitable fellow passengers sat in viewing distance: (and in this I include minors and nuns, who appear to be reserved in seats next to me an awful lot) I quite like looking at things like Northern Spanking when people of a nervous disposition are nearby. Or people who are furrowing their brows and brushing down their stiff suits, casting the odd disapproving glance at the way the small blonde with a large cleavage has taken over half the table with her laptop, clearly not using it to merge the Davis Account, or finalise my breakfast meeting with Helen from Sears-Gibbons tomorrow morning.

Ho hum...

There's also the more problematic issue that wherever Amy goes, Chaos will follow. This is not a boast of my naughty brat skills, or a rebellious claim to show off. I am a small blonde Harbinger of Dooom. With three "o"s for emphasis.

From being caught up in Terrorist Attacks at airports, and emergency stops on trains, and buses complete with knifed drunks attempting to hijack. People actively avoid traveling with me because they know something will happen.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes it's as minor as opening a bottle of water and it exploding all over me and the surrounding seats, or hideous small children on the rampage, or just the joy of sharing a carriage with people who escaped the Common Sense gene distribution and start very British fights over seat reservations, like today.

Oh, or being locked in the toilet. Or, in fact, breaking the toilet (which has happened twice now) and the resulting alarm going off meaning that the guard has had to break in to rescue me.

Lucy says I should make a whole new blog about my traveling adventures. I could update it with establishments - or towns - I've been banned from (often along with, say, the Kane Kuties...), toilets I have broken and people I have clubbed to a messy death with their phone for having over-loud, entirely unnecessary conversations.

The Amy-mobile is also more than adept at wreaking havoc. Usually either in new and amusing repairs that it needs or because it's the wrong colour for a city very much involved in sectarian affairs. Last night I took a wrong turn and ended up in not only the very wrong area of town for someone with a rather unsubtle car, and landed bang in the middle of a full-on street party with tables and trees and houses all bedecked in blue and red ribbons in honour of the UEFA cup (I assume. Hell, maybe it always looks like that - I've never driven there before...)

In a bid to not look like a rampant football hooligan or a boy racer I've been trying to girlie-fy my banger, and Mr Hunter found the perfect sign for the back windows:

Of course, I think this is a little overblown for little old me, but I suppose people should be warned just in case I happen to be naughty in the future... ;)

Monday, 28 April 2008

"One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance; transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity."

There's just something about the eyes, I find.

The above pic of the quite ridiculously delectable Amelia-Jane Rutherford from Northern Spanking is one of several in the same set in which she just captures the vulnerable, pleading, fearful emotions that push certainly my buttons, if not most people's.
Ok, so aesthetically she's just about perfect, which helps... But so many of Northern's recent sets have captured some fabulous glances from different beautiful ladies:

Take Jadie, for example. There's a touch of fear, a hint of anger (she had just been walloped with a tawse, to be fair) and at the same time there's a sense of resignation; her punishment has been set, so she has to complete it.

Little Kami, however, has finished her punishment and has been placed in the corner with her hands on her head and newly red bottom on display. There's relief in her eyes alongside the humiliation. But there's also the nagging fear that it might not finish there and if her punisher interprets her glance a different way (and let's be honest: as my title quote says- a glance transcends speech - but that leaves the silence open to abuse freely depending what signals each different person picks up. You may well not agree with what I see in some of these pictures. But that's only natural.) they may well decide she shows impudence or disrespect, and suddenly haul her back out of the corner for more punishment.

The effortlessly beautiful Leia-Ann has more of an air of acquiescent submission about her picture. Quietly dignified, she silently acknowledges her misdemeanours and offers her exquisite behind to Nick for punishment to satisfy him, trusting that he will only punish her as much as is needed.

Similar, then, is my expression here, in terms of needing to please. There's more apprehension here though. More fear that I will fail the test set to me by my master, and that squirmy feeling of uncertainty when you can't see what is coming for being restrained and forced to look forwards. Never knowing when the next hit will come, or what it will be with. Hand? Strap? Flogger?
(I'm also completely oblivious to the fact that I have panda eyes, which is always a good sign that I've been very involved in the scene. Or possibly that my hands were tied to the cross, so I couldn't fix it. Something like that. :p)

Again with Sarah, as with Jadie, there is an element of defiance. Although Sarah's punishment has not yet commenced, so there is more apprehension about the hard caning about to be delivered, and the mask of not caring very much about her situation that she is putting up is slipping as her gaze meets the headteacher's.

There are, of course, plenty of other pictures I could pick out of the recent updates from Northern Spanking, and, obviously, updates from last month and earlier. But I'll leave you to pick those out. ;)