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.
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.
Having discussed socks and their power, I now travel further north, as it were, to look at adult schoolgirls and what I consider to be an appropriate skirt. This is such an important part of the overall ensemble that it can make or break the outfit.
Too long, and it can look unflattering, reveal too little and resemble, too closely, a similar uniform worn by an underage girl. This is not what we are striving for at all.
The idea is to exaggerate, slightly the genuine article and make the wearer feel both innocent, vulnerable and sexy.
One disappointing aspect of purchasing adult schoolwear is the proliferation of tartan. Admittedly, it can look very sexy but a plain colour looks much more authentic.
The skirt should be box pleated, allowing free movement, cartwheels, bending and stretching during ‘exercise’ or playtime. A straight, pencil miniskirt won’t do at all: it’s much harder to raise and it inhibits movement.
If the skirt is to be worn to a party or outside of the bedroom or playroom, 12″ is probably an appropriate length. But remove that requirement, and a 10″ skirt is much more deliciously revealing.
An 8″ version is even more skimpy, verging on being more of a wide belt. The wearer only has to bend forward slightly to reveal an enticing flash of (hopefully) white, cotton knickers. I will be addressing appropriate underwear in a future post.
Having my Kitten wear schoolgirl attire around the house, or going about her chores, allows for an indulgence of my penchant for looking up her skirt. Plenty of bending activities are desirable as is the necessity to retrieve things from high shelves or cupboards using a small step ladder.
Whenever a man looks at a desirable woman in a schoolgirl-type pleated skirt, he’s probably asking two questions: first, is she wearing any knickers under that brief piece of fabric? If so, what type and what colour are these knickers?
By the way, I don’t hold at all with the American word ‘panties’. Although my Kitten is a beautiful, Southern belle, she knows much better than to use any word other than ‘knickers’ for her underwear. For me, ‘knickers’ has a hint of something excitingly naughty and forbidden, and is thereby far more sexually charged than ‘panties’ could ever hope to be.
I think it is incumbent on those of us on the UK side of the Atlantic to educate our beloved, American cousins in this matter. It’s ‘knickers’ all the way for me.
Of course there will always be times when knickers will be confiscated – modesty being a privilege that has to be earned. Asking one’s submissive to remove them in public and hand them over (at a restaurant table for example) is overwhelmingly exciting and charges the rest of the meal with a good deal of sexual promise and intrigue. Not only that, but a probing foot under the table can get right to the heart of a Dom’s desire and make his submissive squirm with embarrassment and arousal.
It goes without saying, I hope, that the beautiful prize, snuggly concealed in the wearer’s knickers, should be smoothly shaven.
From time to time mainstream fashion will pick up this unspoken appetite for adult schoolgirl attire: American Apparel, for example, produce a range of revealing, but wearable in public, miniskirts that certainly seem to be inspired by the desire to see a more glamorous version of school uniform.
Before you kit out your babygirl with school uniform, think carefully about the skirt. It will make the difference between a fulfilling fantasy and a laughable caricature.
Disclaimer: please understand that I am in no way condoning or advocating sexual relations with anyone under the age of consent. For me, as for others in the scene, our play must be safe, sane and consensual. Anything else is abuse and should be rightly condemned as criminal.