I’ve made several hundred porn films with my mother. We offered spanking sessions together for many years too.
Childishly, I adore telling people that, and watching them try to process the horrific images that promptly flood their startled brains. However, the reality is very different, as we would both be dressed in cardigans, tights and sensible shoes throughout.
Obviously, nothing sexual ever went on between us.
I’d been a sex worker for about a decade when my mum decided to join the business, too.
After years of working for P&O Ferries, my mother was made redundant in her 60s, and that’s when she took her first step into the world of sex work. She told me she wanted to try her hand at being a dominatrix like yours truly.
I wasn’t surprised at this career change at all, as she’d always been intrigued by my line of work, and she certainly liked the money that came with it.
When I got my first job as a stripper at 19, she even said it was a ‘good idea’ and when I became a dominatrix I’d use her house as my base.
My son was quite young at the time, so I would go to her place as it was just around the corner from me and wasn’t booby-trapped with strewn Lego.
Mum would hide upstairs whenever I had a new client, in case he turned out to be odd (which generally they did, although not dangerously so).
When we started working together we advertised online as a mother daughter combo. Heavens, how we were flooded with responses! I dealt with the admin since writing endless enticing emails got on her tits.
Our first chap wanted to role play and be the head of a board of governors. We were also on the board, and had caught him disciplining sixth formers with too firm a hand.
We decided he needed to be disciplined himself to understand just how painful it could be. So, we went to his house where we took it in turns to belt and cane him for about 20 minutes. Then he decided he’d learned his lesson and opened a bottle of rather nice wine, before giving us £150 each and talking about property prices for the rest of the hour.
‘Blimey,’ my mum said, when safely outside. ‘That was money for jam. Are they all that incredibly boring, easy and stupid?’
‘Absolutely they are,’ I said. Then we went to the carvery to celebrate – a well deserved treat.
Soon, there was a very gentle rivalry between us as to who could earn more (we worked separately, as well as together), garner more attention, work a cane with more accuracy and passion. But she always won – after all, sex workers in their sixties and seventies are hard to come by.
Melissa’s other escapades
If you’re loving this story, why not read about the time Melissa kidnapped a former member of the House of Commons at his request.
She did it all for the reasonable sum of £1,000 and even had spectators come and watch.
We have always been as close as can be, and our work didn’t change that. We giggled a lot, travelled all over together, touring Scotland and Ireland, Germany, Norway and even the US, laughing and beating weirdos.
Frankly we were baffled and awestruck at the money we could make – earning £200 for solo sessions and £300 when we spanked together – it was so much fun.
I have to say the strangest session we ever did involved a husband bringing his wife to be disciplined by her aunt and great aunt. He sat in the corner gawping while we took her over both our knees, thrashing her for stealing books from the school library.
We made the films so people could by them from my website – although, sometimes we made specific ones for particular buyers, who would write the scripts and decide on our outfits and tone.
They proved absurdly popular. A lot of clients seem to harbour mother/daughter fantasies, although they aren’t very imaginative. They want to be naughty and have two dommes punish them – it’s the power dynamics that get them off.
They sometimes liked to cross dress or pop on a naughty school boy uniform, but usually, the premise would be me bringing my errant ‘husband’ to her so my mum could help me learn how to discipline him. We’d strip an eager sub naked and she’d instruct me on the noble arts of spanking, birching, caning and humiliation, insisting I follow her example.
Said sub got a double whacking – even often paying us for the privilege of being in our videos.
When my son turned 18 he began filming our videos – completing the perfect family tableau. It all started by chance when a friend of mine had asked for his help to monitor the second camera. His job was to make sure heads, bums and feet were all in view.
He turned out to be a natural at it. I was so proud of him sitting in her kitchen on a tea break, surrounded by the most gorgeous naked women who I’d spanked, looking them all in the eye, chatting about their holiday plans.
But not every encounter was filmed. On one memorable occasion my mother and I double topped a Saudi oil sheikh at a Heathrow hotel, earning £1000 apiece for an afternoon’s idiocy.
He’d answered one of our ads and asked about our height, looks and weight, requesting photographs. I was about 33, and felt a bit put out that he only wanted to take my mother to the bar for a drink first. He was only 5’4 and self-conscious about it, so he didn’t want to be seen in public with me, given that I was taller than him.
When they came back to the room, the sheikh asked if we could pluck the grey hairs from his back and leave the black ones – quite bizarre. He hated the idea he was growing old and losing his looks and virility.
We knitted our knees to make a little makeshift stool for him to bend across, and took a cheek apiece, spanking him with a little leather paddle he’d brought.
We even sang Nellie the elephant to keep up the rhythm and our respective spirits.
He called my mother mummy, but pretty much ignored me. “Oh look mummy, the naughty girl has plucked out some black hairs!” he complained, which I, hypnotised with boredom, may well have done.
He asked her too about the menopause, as his wife was approaching it, and what he should expect. Then, he fell asleep 20 minutes in, which meant my mother and I had to carefully avoid each other’s gaze – we’d have giggled and woken him otherwise.
Sadly, my mother’s career ended at 78 years old, when she died of lung cancer.
The porn videos we made are the only recordings I have of her, films millions of people have spilled their load over. She was good though. No wonder.
Despite it being nearly three years ago now, I still miss her and our sexual antics terribly, but not as much as her clients. They still write regularly, begging for a chance to see her. It hurts afresh every time.
She was still turning a grand a week when she went, despite being desperate to retire. They simply wouldn’t let her. Good dommes are hard to find, and none will ever equal my mum.
Do you have a story to share?
Get in touch by emailing [email protected].
MORE: I just had my first ever orgasm cheating on my boyfriend of nine years
MORE: What is the Strictly curse? Here’s the full list of affected couples
MORE: As I got down one knee, a comment from my girlfriend changed everything