Happy St. Patrick's Day

BUT... much more important... Happy birthday, Devlin O'Neill! Everyone go wish him a good one. Many happy returns, Devlin. :-)

Remember the video I shot with Northern Spanking last September? It's up on their site as of yesterday. Well, part 1 of 3, anyway, with the other two parts to follow shortly. As you may recall, I played an obnoxious diva actress to Stephen's long-suffering agent, and among other offenses, I bitched about how the M&Ms the "fleabag hotel" supplied for me were plain, not peanut as I'd wanted. I claimed they were nutless, just like my agent. :-D  Anyway, with their typical cheeky humor, they named the video "Nutless." LOL

I know one has to be a member of their site in order to view the film or the picture gallery. But I'll post one photo here; I'm sure they won't mind:

Stephen looks mad, doesn't he! I guess you would be too, if you'd just had a dish of M&Ms dumped over your head.

By the way, I realized I'm not wearing anything green at the moment. But you'll notice my dress in the picture has some green in the print; can I count that as my St. Paddy's Day outfit?

Shadow Lane party, Part 2 (the Northern Spanking shoot)

I was going to make Part 2 all of Saturday, but the Northern Spanking shoot deserves its own entry.

Prior to the party, Stephen Lewis and I had a brief exchange of email, discussing possible scenarios. He came up with one I thought was perfect -- I'd be a temperamental, obnoxious diva actress and he'd be my long-suffering agent, fed up with my screwing up every job he gets me. What, me play a snarky bitch on video? Yup. :-)

The shoot was scheduled for 1:00 in their suite, so on Saturday morning I got up and showered, and instead of my usual Saturday shorts and tank top, I put on a halter-top dress and full makeup, as I planned to head for the suite right after lunch. J and I went down to Cafe Siena and found Craig, Lizzie and Jada just leaving, and several others in our group inside. We got a table and were joined by Andy for a while, and then our friend David and another gentleman named Brian, whom we saw sitting by himself nearby and invited to join us.

I ate lightly and at quarter to one I left, went back to our room to freshen up my makeup and hair and got to the NS suite at 1:00 on the dot. They were running a little late, still shooting with Jenni Mack in the bedroom, so Lucy kept me company in the living room area and we chatted in a whisper. By 1:30, it was my turn.

We weren't sure how we were going to work the setting. The bedroom was ideal, since there was lots of light and a white bedspread, but how could we do an actress/agent meeting in a bedroom? Then one of the camera men (dammit, I have forgotten his name, I'm so sorry) came up with a brilliant idea -- I'd be passed out drunk on the bed, and Stephen's character would come charging into my hotel room, incensed because I was supposed to be on set and I hadn't shown up. Perfect!

Plus, I'd cooked up a little mischief of my own. I thought it would be funny if I'd demanded M&Ms in my hotel room, but they gave me plain ones when I clearly specified peanut. So I'd pitch a fit to Stephen about this egregious error and then deliver the coup de grace that would prompt him to take me OTK. I ran my idea past Stephen for his approval and he OK'd it.

When I last shot for NS, it was quite impromptu and they'd had just one camera. This time, they'd come with two and it took a bit longer to set things up just so. I think it will be well worth the time, though.

So they had me sprawl out on the bed, with glasses strewn on the nightstand (along with the bowl of M&Ms) and an empty champagne bottle beside me. Stephen would stride in, shake me awake and we'd begin our dialogue.

Action! He woke me, read me the riot act for blowing another job, and I whined a bunch of excuses. Then I launched into my tirade about the M&Ms. "What's wrong with them??" "They're plain! I wanted peanut!" "So what? What's wrong with plain?" "They're plain.... boring.... nutless. Much like you!" As I delivered this last line, I was pitching M&Ms at him. And after a bit more arguing, I said that I didn't want them, but if he did, he was welcome to them... and I dumped the bowl over his head. That did it.

You get the picture... vigorous spanking, me squalling and fussing and insulting. Stephen and I work well together; he matches me scathing line for scathing line. He progressed from hand to hairbrush, and eventually I came around to agree that perhaps I should reconsider taking the jobs he finds for me and stop with the attitude already. Guess what I had to do as a finale? Get on my hands and knees on the carpet and pick up all the damned M&Ms.

Cut! We didn't need to reshoot any part of it, so they went straight into taking still shots and then we were done. The whole thing took an hour and ten minutes. Paul and the other gentleman were thrilled; they said they got some great footage and our dialogue was hysterical.

Afterward, there was the usual signing of forms and taking the ID photo to prove we're of age. That always cracks me up. I mean, I can see doing that for some of the young models who could pass for 16 or whatever. But me???? For God's sake... anyone who could look at me and question whether or not I'm over 18 probably isn't watching spanking videos anyway... they're freaking half-blind! :-Þ

Big hugs and many thanks all around, and I took off, floating several feet off the carpet. Spanking shoots will always be one of my greatest joys.

Still to come -- Saturday afternoon/evening, and all of Sunday.