Tickling Jobs
To do this professionally for a 'reputable' video producer, the first criterion for casting is to have no particular interest in the subject. Anything done for money is a job, ultimately, and a producer would expect professionalism from his actors. He has no desire to pay a slavering maniac to indulge his own fantasies.
About 15 years ago, broke and with no work in sight, I wound up doing a couple of professional spanking films for a producer I'd met when I was MC-ing a fetish event. Basically I was hired because we'd discussed kinks, and he knew I wouldn't go berserk with lust and become uncontrollable when the model bent over my knee. While I am not adverse to swatting a pretty bottom (ask my wife!) it was never an obsession, and something I'd done IRL anyway.
And filming's not sexy. Hot lights, a room full of cameramen, lighting men, makeup girls and all the rest of it, plus a director waving his arms around cueing the action like an orchestra conductor- you have to be aware of everything at once, plus give a convincing performance. For example, there I was, the tuxedoed Lord Something-or-other, moving menacingly toward my trembling chambermaid (she was wearing full Victorian maid's outfit, of course) whom I'd just caught drinking my favourite sherry, while we were both trying to remember the idiotic dialogue about her getting fired without a character reference if she didn't submit to a spanking, ('and you may plead and beg me for mercy all you want, my dear girl!) while trying not to trip over the sound man's cables since this was a two-shot from the waist up. By the fourth retake it's all getting to be quite a bore.
During a break, I got chatting to another fellow who was shooting another spanking film (studio hired for the day, so two films being shot, back to back), and we were both amused to find that although we were both getting paid to do what other men would gladly pay to do, spanking was not particularly our thing. Life, we agreed, often consisted of getting stuck with someone else's heart's desire.
And the girls left with their boyfriends after the day's filming wrapped, so nothing went on in that respect either.
For a female's perspective on all of this, perhaps I could convince my wife Kittentoes to relate the tale of how the two of us wound up as dinnerguests in a porn film. You wouldn't believe this from a guy...
