The other film I was up for an award for was actually one of my favourite moves to star in, which was no real surprise. as we made it with one of my favourite Directors and a German production company who always treat their actors fairly and nicely.
On paper it probably sounded quite 'run of the mill' for Porn; as I was yet another 'sexy schoolgirl' in a gang-bang scenario; but in the hands of Marc-Andre; DETENTION CLASS aka Classe de DΓ©tention in France and Haftklasse in Germany was always going to be very special indeed... and it was.
We flew into DΓΌsseldorf on the Wednesday afternoon and were met at the airport by Marc-Andre and his beautiful wife Bettina who was also a Porn actress, and drove us to their home, were Jonty and I would be staying.
The following morning we went to a large Country House that was used as a training centre and would double as our 'school.'
The other actors assembled over the morning, with seven young men who I already knew and an older couple, Karl and Angelika who I'd not met before, but knew their work and were going to be the headmaster and teacher.
There was a crew of 8 men and two women on set, and I already knew both Jana and Melanie from other films with Marc-Andre so was happy that the make-up and wardrobe would be as professional as possible.
We spent the rest of the day 'walking through the scenes' and getting the lighting and camera angles ready for when the magic would happen over the next two days.
Marc-Andre was renowned for his meticulous work, and keeping the atmosphere fun and relaxed.
The script had very little talking in it, but what there was was in English for a universal audience.
We got started with me sitting outside the Headmaster's room alongside the gorgeous Nabil who was French-Algerian and had worked with me on a couple of films two years previously.
After a minute of us looking nervous the door opened and Karl appeared wearing a mortar board and cape over a severe grey suit.
"You two! In here now." He growled then ushered us into his study.
"What is it today?" he grunted as we both handed him slips of paper, that he pretended to read, then shook his head.
"Smoking? Why am I not surprised?" He sighed as he signalled for Nabil to step forward. "I have a meeting in ten minutes so haven't got time for a lecture; not that it would do any good, would it?"
He stepped back and took a long thin length of cane from a stand behind his desk and theatrically swooshed it. "Bend over boy."
Nabil did as he was told, touching his toes while his gorgeous arse was left in the firing line.
Swish! Crack.... the cane hit him straight across the buttocks making him gasp and me flinch and screw my eyes closed.
The Headmaster repeated his action another five times; and by the end I was covering my face with my hands.
"Now, you Miss Tittifer...... I can see exactly why you've been sent here.... is this the third time in a month?"
With my hands behind my back and my chest pushed out I meekly nodded and pouted.
"You obviously know that your.... bra, your bra (he repeated) is patently not school uniform."
I nodded again and pushed out my chest again, so the camera got a clear view of my bright yellow bra under my diaphanous white nylon shirt.
"What can we do with you?" he sighed again. "You just never learn... do you?" Before I could answer he waved his hand and announced; "take it off! I will confiscate it until tomorrow and see if that makes you realise the importance of rules."
I looked aghast and turned to Nabil who was now grinning at the prospect of seeing my tits. "Come on girl.... I haven't got all day."
Nervously I pulled my tie off over my head then unbuttoned the shirt and handed it to Nabil to hold as I unclipped my bra; counted to three then removed it, covering my chest with my free arm as I handed the yellow bra to the Headmaster.
Obviously I had to use both arms to put my shirt and tie back on; giving both men time to ogle my wobbling boobs and the camera too.
Once I'd refastened my tie; my boobs and especially my nipples were clearly visible through the shirt.
"You just don't learn do you miss Tittifer?" He sighed again while sitting down on his swivel chair, "here girl.... get over my knee and see if a damn good spanking brings you back in line."
I looked shocked with my jaw gaping open as I slowly walked towards him then stood next to his legs.
"That skirt isn't regulation length either.... now is it? Bend over!" He gasped while breathing heavily. I had to bend my knees slightly as I pressed my stomach across his thighs and let my boobs swing on the other side.