SpankThatBratBlog- Spanking The Girl You Love

I had the most amazing shoot the other day with an adorable new spankee, Cherry.  Cherry had never really been spanked before, but she was quite the little trooper over my knee.  She was all squeaks and eeks when I was spanking her. :) I had so much fun making a little commercial video for it, I thought I'd share it with you all.... So, I rendered a very small video -- excuse the poor quality! We keep exceeding our bandwidth here so I didn't want to make it TOO big.  You can see a higher quality version on Spanking Tube and on www.spankthatbrat.com, or you can download the video by clicking here:

 

GREAT NEWS!!!  We have been having problems with very slow download speed, so we invested in an excellent server, which promises fast download speed.   Within the next few days, members should expect to see the download speeds improve dramatically!

MORE great news: Abigail has been working her cute little tail off to present her site, www.AbigailWhittaker.com.  She contributed an excellent video of her with the original Girl Next Door - Sarah Gregory. Abigail continues to hone her topping skills, with a little help from our bratty friend, who stole her shoes. :)  This is a sneak preview only available to Spank That Brat members!

However, since I got to edit the photos for that update, I just *have* to share just one photo... that made me smile from the bottom of my heart.  See that little grin on Abi's face?  That's the monster spanker in her, beginning to blossom...

 

I am off to shoot for the weekend! But thank you, everyone, for your support!

This is a wonderful F/F spanking story written by my very talented friend, Mael DelaVara.  Mael has kindly contributed some of his works to www.missaudreyspanks.com, and I asked him to contribute a short story for this blog, so that you might enjoy it here.

P.S.  I have ordered a birch from www.cane-iac.com -- Whose naughty bottom deserves this the most?  I vote ABIGAIL'S!

Tessara's Letter

Copyright by Mael DelaVara

The following letter was found in the binding of a Bible belonging to Miss Henrietta Waters, who lived in the village of West Stafford, Dorset, England. The Bible had lain forgotten in the attic of a cottage which was occupied by generations of the same family. It was discovered only when the property came into the hands of new owners.The date of the letter is unknown, but from the years recorded on Miss Waters' gravestone, it can be conjectured as 1885 or 1886. Also unknown is the identity of the writer, but research in local records would doubtless prove fruitful.

My dearest Henrietta:

I miss you terribly. I know I am most fortunate to have entered the service of Lady Fotheringill, and as her personal maid no less; but I am pining away for you. I don't miss that horrid finishing school or that beastly Miss Beecham. I know she takes a special delight in whipping you. I just know she does. She almost never beat me, but she never misses an opportunity to subject you to prolonged chastisement. I think you are her favorite. Do you still have the marks from the last birching? I'm sure you do; your skin is so soft. I miss when you'd show me your bottom afterwards, and I would cry at the sorry sight, and I'd lick my tears along your welts; and you'd say it stings and burns, but it's a sweet pain, so I'd trace each weal with the tip of my tongue, and you'd coo gently and get goose pimples-and I'm getting goose pimples just writing this!!!

I will give this letter to good old nurse Cracknit. I see her every few days in the village. She can smuggle it to you up at the school. There's always someone sick up there, so she should be visiting soon. Make sure you hide it in the usual place, otherwise I will lose my position and you will get the birching of a lifetime, and I wouldn't be there to comfort you.

I wish so much you were here with me. You could stay in my room; the bed is big enough for both of us. I'm going to suggest this to her ladyship once I get in her good graces. And I could certainly use your help. Her ladyship has a bath twice a day, and my back is so sore from carrying cauldrons of hot water to the tub. She makes me wash her private parts for at least five minutes, and she keeps on saying, "Cleanliness is next to Godliness." I don't think she is that unclean down there, but she has a large and thick coat of black hair in that area, as if she was wearing a stole over her mound of Venus.

I'm writing this sitting on a prickly bottom. Yesterday morning I took coffee to her ladyship in the drawing room, and she said to me, "I haven't inspected you." I didn't know what she meant, but she continued, "you girls from those finishing schools are always so unhealthy. I believe it's because you all engage in furtive practices." I still didn't know what she was talking about, so I let her ramble on. She said my skin had an unwholesome palor, my eyes were unfocused and droopy, and my general demeanor was listless. Now it's true I had a particularly bad visit from auntie this month, and I'm usually weak for a few days after, but that's just mother nature.

 

I let my attention drift away from her ladyship's monologue until I suddenly heard her say, "Strip, girl." I don't know what surprised me more, her ordering me to undress, or her calling me girl. After all, I'm now old enough to be married, and I wouldn't mind marrying her ladyship if she was a young man; she's a handsome woman. So I felt no reluctance to obey her command. I wanted her to see me and like me. Of course, I'd seen her naked many times by now.. And there were no men in the house: her ladyship retains only female servants. But I still didn't understand why she needed to inspect me, and what that was.

She began pressing me and poking me and prodding me as if I was a horse she was intending to purchase. She called me a skinny little thing. I liked it when she cupped her strong hands over my titties; you know how small they are. She said, "Don't worry, my pet, they'll develop in time." And I liked it when she grabbed and squeezed my tiny bottom cheeks. She said, "These too will round out delightfully." I didn't like it when she inserted a finger tip into my private parts and asked if I was still a virgin. I just blushed because the question was improper and unnecessary.. So she asked me again, more directly: "Has a man ever put his thing in here?" Of course I replied no, but she said, "We'll have to check, won't we?"

She had me bend over and I began to think this must be what the inspection is all about, to make sure I am pure. She peeled apart my lips, and a rush of cool air made me realize how moist I was.

"You are dripping wet and your lips are swollen. You have been indulging in the solitary vice."

I could feel I was being accused of something, but I didn't understand what, so I made a denial. Her ladyship was not appeased, and she almost screamed out, "I will not tolerate my servants lying and abusing themselves. These are two faults I will whip out of you." She then rang the bell.

The housekeeper appeared promptly, looked me over as if to say she'd seen it all before and I was nothing special, and then awaited her ladyship's directions.

"Fetch the birch."

I just knew I was to be beaten, but for what? Now I understand how you must feel on those many occasions of unmerited chastisement.

The housekeeper returned with that splaying buddle of rods and twigs.

"Will you keep your position, or does Bertha have to hold you down?"

I assured her ladyship that I did not have to be restrained; after all, I was accustomed to discipline at the finishing school.

Her ladyship nodded for Bertha to depart, and I was positioned, arms out-stretched, with my hands clutching the edge of the mantlepiece.

I don't need to describe the birching. You of all people know what it feels like-a thousand tongues of fire alighting again and again. The pain was bearable, except when a rod coiled around to slash my hip, and except when some errant twigs snapped across those moist lips that seemed to have been the cause of my woe.

I let my attention drift away from her ladyship's monologue until I suddenly heard her say, "Strip, girl." I don't know what surprised me more, her ordering me to undress, or her calling me girl. After all, I'm now old enough to be married, and I wouldn't mind marrying her ladyship if she was a young man; she's a handsome woman. So I felt no reluctance to obey her command. I wanted her to see me and like me. Of course, I'd seen her naked many times by now.. And there were no men in the house: her ladyship retains only female servants. But I still didn't understand why she needed to inspect me, and what that was.

She began pressing me and poking me and prodding me as if I was a horse she was intending to purchase. She called me a skinny little thing. I liked it when she cupped her strong hands over my titties; you know how small they are. She said, "Don't worry, my pet, they'll develop in time." And I liked it when she grabbed and squeezed my tiny bottom cheeks. She said, "These too will round out delightfully." I didn't like it when she inserted a finger tip into my private parts and asked if I was still a virgin. I just blushed because the question was improper and unnecessary.. So she asked me again, more directly: "Has a man ever put his thing in here?" Of course I replied no, but she said, "We'll have to check, won't we?"

She had me bend over and I began to think this must be what the inspection is all about, to make sure I am pure. She peeled apart my lips, and a rush of cool air made me realize how moist I was.

"You are dripping wet and your lips are swollen. You have been indulging in the solitary vice."

I could feel I was being accused of something, but I didn't understand what, so I made a denial. Her ladyship was not appeased, and she almost screamed out, "I will not tolerate my servants lying and abusing themselves. These are two faults I will whip out of you." She then rang the bell.

The housekeeper appeared promptly, looked me over as if to say she'd seen it all before and I was nothing special, and then awaited her ladyship's directions.

"Fetch the birch."

I just knew I was to be beaten, but for what? Now I understand how you must feel on those many occasions of unmerited chastisement.

The housekeeper returned with that splaying buddle of rods and twigs.

"Will you keep your position, or does Bertha have to hold you down?"

I assured her ladyship that I did not have to be restrained; after all, I was accustomed to discipline at the finishing school.

Her ladyship nodded for Bertha to depart, and I was positioned, arms out-stretched, with my hands clutching the edge of the mantlepiece.

I don't need to describe the birching. You of all people know what it feels like-a thousand tongues of fire alighting again and again. The pain was bearable, except when a rod coiled around to slash my hip, and except when some errant twigs snapped across those moist lips that seemed to have been the cause of my woe.

 

Her ladyship whipped away until the birch was spent, all the while fulminating against prevarication and the sin of Onan. When she'd exhausted both the rods and herself, she reclined on the ottoman and ordered me to crawl around on all fours picking up the far flung buds and twigs.

I left the drawing room with an admonition that is still ringing in my ears. Her ladyship said she intends to conduct regular inspections, and when she finds evidence of the solitary vice, she will apply the appropriate disciplinary measures.

Oh, my dearest Henrietta, I wish you were here to explain to me how I am at fault. What is the solitary vice? Maybe it's really an imaginary vice, a pretext for her ladyship to whip me, just as horrid Miss Beacham loves to whip you. I don't think I'd mind that so much, though, as long as you were here to comfort me afterwards. I will accept a few more birchings and then ask her ladyship if you could be permitted to join us.

Your ever affectionate Tessara

 

~*~ Note: Please send story comments to MaelDelaVara@yahoo.com.~*~

Hi Everyone!

What an amazing and crazy cool past few months Abigail and I have had!  We have been traveling, working and shooting our tails off!

 

Abi and I both have been branching out a little, too.  Abi is planning the grand opening of her new tribute site, www.AbigailWhittaker.com.  The little vixen explores bondage with our good friend Eric Cain, and of course in short order found her self bent over a stool, swiftly and artfully tied in a very spankable position...

Eric's rigging skills shine in this gorgeous photo, but he easily saw that no length of rope can hold a candle to Abi's natural beauty...

 

Abigail's creative streak doesn't stop there, though!  In Spank That Brat, Abi discovers her top side, introducing adorably naughty college pal Mollie O'Brien.  Abigail roasts Mollie's rump in a few very interesting episodes...

 

And... rumor has it, the rather formidable new switch is also topping men!  *breathe, guys.... breeeathe!*

 

And finally, we are pleased to announce that we're releasing Abigail's "nude debut" in "Therapy for Audrey" -- when I come home for work after a stressful day to find a messy house, no dinner... and a gorgeous, sassy girlfriend in the tub, guess what I do next?

That's right... this must be the most beautiful scene we've done so far, 100% attributable to my gorgeous Abigail.

 

On the other side of the paddle, I have been working my, er, hand off for Miss Audrey Spanks.  I won't bore my dear F/F affaciandos with too much F/M action, but I do occasionally release F/F spanking on Miss Audrey... most recently I've worked with two newcomers, and known names like Chloe Elise and Sarah Gregory.  I've had a ball spanking the guys, too...! I just love it!  Check out my blog for more information!

 

And, finally, I've started my own bottoming site, www.tearsforaudrey.com.  I've had so much fun with this one!  First, my dear friend Seargant Rock (a.k.a. Rockie when he's in bottom space!) decided it was time to do a long-talked-about military video.  I star as the misled, troublemaking Audrey who is sentenced to 2 weeks of corrective Army training. 

 

After a grueling 2 weeks in corrective training, I am damn sure to be a good girl again! 

 

I also had the distinct pleasure of working with an LA top, Brandon Summers.  Brandon played the part of my responsible (a.k.a. nerdy!) step-brother who spends a weekend with me to "keep an eye on the house."  Well, he managed to keep me in line all weekend!  Brandon is young but very experienced, with insight and maturity beyond his years. 

And an ability to weild a switch too.... *ouch!*

AND there's another... a fun shoot about an escaped convict being chased down and caught by a rightfully enraged SWAT officer...!

And finally, a really hott domestic discipline scene... My "partner," Connor, is an underling at our mutual workplace, but he has established that he wears the pants at home.  When I order him around and generally treat him disrespectfully, he flips me over his knee and gives me a sound spanking over my tight skirt & panties... I loved it.  I think he did too, considering just a few minutes before he'd gone over my knee for Miss Audrey Spanks...

 

 

In fact, I've been having so much fun switching that I've decided to publish some of the switching stuff on Spank that Brat... coming soon... A video in which my roommate discovers naughty spanking pictures on my computer, and we spank each other for fun!  But, alas, I can't completely cross the fence; I always love to go back to my role as a spanker...

 

Spank that Brat has lots of new things coming your way! New models, new roles, sexy new scenes and lots of fun F/F action.... Stay tuned!

 

My tale of "Abi's Winter Vacation" has taken me a long time to tell.  Maybe I just like to add suspense to my stories?  Or maybe I just like to provoke people's patience?  Probably a mixture of both plus a big splash of being insanely overwhelmed with school and doing the sites! But here it is...for all of you who've been waiting...but as a warning, it's going to be short and concise!

 

"WHITTAKER'S WINTER- PART 2"

 

Hehe.  So as I was saying, Sarah and I boarded the plane from Boston to Long Beach, CA where we'd be residing for the next three and a half weeks!  The plane ride was endured on sore bottoms that we gave each other the night before, and that made the initial ride very nice indeed!  But each of us started feeling nauseous toward the end, so we were each happy when our faces hit the moist, December California air.  Chris and Sassy picked us up at the airport and we made our way to their beautiful home.

I spent the first night exhaustedly sprawled in front of the fireplace, talking away into the wee hours of the night...which were even earlier in the time zone I was used to.

 

 

Over the next few days we both got acclimated to not having to deal with snow and trying to get the house and the gifts in order to have a beautiful Christmas.  Chris, aka Daddy, kept finding reasons to spank me, although I think the biggest one was that his hand hadn't hung out with my butt in a few months! (or maybe because this is how he often found me)

 

 

 We all went and picked out a tree and decorated the night before Christmas. On Christmas Day I employed the cooking skills my great grandma instilled in me to "make me a good wife someday", and created a giant feast! We had turkey, scalloped corn, scalloped potatoes, green bean casserole, fresh bread, pumpkin pie, cranberries, and a plethora of other things!  Then we opened presents and overall, it was one of the best Christmases I've ever had! I got some amazing presents...but it would be wicked of me to make you all jealous by naming them. Ha!

 

   

 

I got a couple pretty sound spankings on Christmas, too! One from Sarah, just for fun.  She took me over to the couch after we opened presents and used the new paddle I got for her on my bare bottom!  I do have to say, I did a decent job picking out a VERY stingy paddle!  I also got spanked by Chris before bed that night, to relax me and to alleviate my mood...it certainly did its job.

 

The next few weeks until we returned home were and absolute whirlwind, and I'm going to try to just do this to the point!

 

There were spankings....

 

 

 

We went to the ocean, to Hollywood, to San Diego...

 

 

We just had fun.  On the trip I also shot for Chelsea at www.goodspanking.com, for Clare Fonda on www.girlspanksgirl.com, and for www.firmhandspanking.com. Be sure to check those out! I had a blast! 

 

 

There are so many stories that are popping up in my mind as I write this blog... I wouldn't really know how to condense it all into a blog I can write in one hour (which is the allotted time I have, if I go over, I get spanked!).  I think you guys prefer pictures anyway to my rambling!

 

 

So, that concludes what I'm revealing about my vacation.

 

In more recent news, SpankThatBrat has featured my favorite of shoots so far with Audrey!  It's called "The Red-Cheeked Cherub" and Audrey described it in her last entry.

 

 

I've also explored my topping side in this sneak preview to my up and coming site: www.AbigailWhittaker.com (It's not an ego trip, people, it's a tribute site).  What I wish to do with this site is catalogue my progression through time in the spanking industry... like a living autobiography!  And even better, I want to use the site to branch out...I have a shoot set up to do bondage work at the end of February.  Am I into bondage?  I'm curious. My primary love is always going to be spanking...but I'm fascinated by bondage photography!    I will also have pictures/clips/links from other sites I've worked for on a permission basis so my "history" from my early days at Firmhand up to SpankThatBrat will be able to be seen!

 

So what do you guys think? Any suggestions?  Any requests?  This is an open canvas for me!

 

Love, Abigail

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Everyone!

It has been an incredibly busy few weeks for Abigail and Audrey.  First, Abi spent her Christmas break from school hanging out and working with our friend Sarah Gregory.  They worked on lots of shoots and enjoyed a couple of weeks in Orange County, where the climate is much more rejuvenating than the bitter cold of the east.  Then, after the holidays I came out and joined them for a few days, all of us staying at our partners' house in California.  We have been shooting for www.SpankThatBrat.com, www.MissAudreySpanks.com and www.SpankingDigest.com.  The good news is, we have tons of really amazing content to share with you!  The bad news is, we have been traveling and shooting so much, we've had little time to share our adventures with you.  Until now!

 

Amid our travels, I have also developed a severe allergy to the Santa Ana desert wind and to the three lovable balls of cat dander in Chris & Sassy's beautiful home, and was out of commission until I finally caved in and let them take me to the doctor.  And to top it all off, my computer refused to boot up yesterday, so I'm working on a back-up computer and have to import all the site work and reinstall all the software on it... which happens to be back home! Eep!

 

However, all is not lost.  I DO have everything backed up (thank goodness!) and I am a bona fide workaholic, so I can make up for the past weeks' setbacks with a little bit of elbow grease and a lot of determination to not be distracted over the next couple of weeks. 

 

Before I do that, though, I want to give you all a peek preview into the future updates at Spank That Brat.

 

First, Abigail and Sarah Gregory have been working their tushies off to produce great content for Spank That Brat and Abigail's upcoming tribute site, www.AbigailWhittaker.com.  However, Since I wasn't there, I'll let them tease you with some of their amazing photos... Stay tuned; I saw some of their stuff and it was delightful.

That leaves me with the shoots Abigail and I did together and some stuff that I've been doing since I arrived. 

Our first shoot, and definately one of my top three favorites so far, was taken in the beautiful courtyard at our partners' house.  The story is that Abigail is an angel that lives in our Garden of Eden, and she shares the garden with other angels, and I am the divinely chosen Angel of Punishment, but unlike the surreal, jaw-droppingly beautiful Angel Abigail, I am dressed in a severe black dress. 

The video was beautiful with the natural, bright outdoor light, the beautiful Abigail who reflects the image of innocent, vulnerable, but spankable naughtiness, and funny when I grabbed her wing and accidentally pulled out a feather.  The boss says that if we give away the milk, you won't buy the cow, so I can't give away too many pictures... but this one just made my heart melt.  You're going to love it! 

  The next scene we did was a real discipline scene involving a naughty infraction she and Sarah thought they got away with a month or so ago.  We took the shoot in our bedroom and carried out the spanking just as if the camera was not turned on.  It was very real for us both.

Abigail was called in first and given a stern talking-to, taken over my knee for a sound spanking, and absolutely refused to admit that the spanking hurt.  Interestingly, we had just received a shipment from our pals at www.cane-iac.com and I was dying to use their implements!  After warming Abigail's bottom with my hand and a gorgeous custom paddle made by Caneiac, I brought out their triple threat cane and thoroughly thrashed the stubborn, stoic Abigail until she admitted her fault and sought forgiveness.  The punishment experience was a big relief for both of us, as it had been hanging over our heads for so long, and we both enjoyed the sweet catharsis of resolving our small dispute. 

 

 

Since Sarah Gregory was Abi's naughty accomplice, she was also spanked for her part.  Sarah was behind the scenes manning a camera while we were carrying out the punishment, and you should have seen the look on her face when I told Abigail that Sarah was next! 

 

Our last and perhaps most looked-forward to shoot was a bathtub scene.  I had just gotten home from work on an especially long and stressful day, to find little Brat-igail in the bathtub, soaking in the bubbles, sipping wine.  The house was in shambles, she didn't get ME a glass of wine, and to top it all off, I was starving and she hadn't even begun to think about dinner yet!

 

I have come home from work to give Abi stress-relief spankings in the past, and I decided, right then and there, it was time for Abi to let ME have a stress-relief spanking.  I pulled her out of the tub, and with my foot propped up on the bathtub for support, threw her easily over my knee, dripping wet, kicking and complaining in vain, to give her a sound spanking.  It took a while for me to relieve all my stress, but spanking is the absolute best thing to relieve stress with me, and it worked. 

After Abigail went home, I spanked the gorgeous, naughty, adorable Sarah Gregory for her part in Abi's real discipline.  Sarah didn't get quite as hard of a spanking as Abi, because she was not quite as guilty, but boy did she ever take a long, hard handspanking on an already sore bottom.

  She also will be making a guest appearance on my topping site, www.MissAudreySpanks.com.  Sarah rarely plays in real life, so in our shoot, I have her a "sensual" caning -- one that doesn't exceed her pain limits but sometimes pushes them, and can let her sink into that carefree, sensory, languid subspace faster than... well... faster than two whaps of the cane. 

 

Now Sarah and Abigail are gone, and I am overloaded with content, broken computers, etc, ect to deal with!  But I am not complaining, just giving you all a heads up that things may slow down for a couple of weeks while Abi and I work.

We had time for a short photoshoot yesterday, and I dressed up like Bettie Page and took some cheesecake photos... they were SO naughty, but so much fun!  I really love it when my job is carefree and creatively flexible. 

I also bottomed for the Spanking Digest, and had a semi-real spanking for wandering off at Disney Land.  It was so much fun!

 

 

There are lots of other shoots, too, and I could stay here all day and tell you about them, but we all know Audrey Knight has lots of work to do!  I hope you all enjoyed this post and enjoy viewing the photos and videos when we release them. 

Sincerely yours,

Audrey Knight

 

 

I'm almost afraid to post this because I've been gone so long...time to face the music, right?  The truth is I've been on what you might (in your not-so-right mind) call an extended vacation.  The reality of this...well...I WAS away from home for over a month... but I'm not sure the hectic and frenzied nature of my travels are condusive to calling it a "vacation". 

 

BUT...I had an absolutely amazing time overall!

 

I'm going to attempt to recap my month for you now, over the next few blogs...bear with me. It's meant to explain my absence more than anything!  I've had emails upon emails that explained to me in no uncertain terms how much I deserved to have my bottom bared and spanked soundly for disappearing off the face of the Earth!

 

Who's in favor of that?! I mean...come on! Granted...I didn't really let anyone know of my plans.  I suppose it's due to what I like to call my "Houdini" nature.  I have sudden cravings to leave... wanderlust, maybe.  With no anchors or obligations at the end of last semester, the time just smelled right to disappear.

 

So where did I go?

 

 

Well...I spent the first four days in New York City!  I visited a very, very close friend of mine who resides there. And what an amazing time!  Not only was I subjected to constant spankings...(and I like to call these good girl spankings....VERY good girl spankings...hehe), but I also was treated like the proverbial princess that I am!  My friend's scene name is Djinn...I owe him a great deal of thanks for being such an amazing host, friend, and spanker!  Unfortunately I didn't have a camera on me for that short period of time and Djinn didn't want to peel his hand from my bottom to search for his!  He even treated me to the most amazing massage at Bliss in Manhattan...an experience neither I nor my bottom will ever forget. After all, I convinced my masseuse that my bottom cheeks were in dire need of stress relief...and she took the liberty of using her strong hands to massage those globes every which way to help me out.  Bless her.

 

After a long, sad, sore goodbye (spanking) from Djinn, I boarded the Amtrak to Massachusettes to meet up with my adorable traveling companion, Sarah Gregory.  She met me at the station with the most enormous grin I believe I've ever witnessed on such a petite form!  I matched her smile with my own...over the short time I've known this girl, she's procured a place in my heart amongst my most valued friends!  This was going to be great!

 

Over the next week, I spent  time getting to know Miss Gregory very well...I think she's heard some of my deepest, darkest secrets (yes, I actually have secrets besides my spanking interest! Oh, wait. That's not a secret anymore.).  We spanked each other...she got me to do her dishes bare-bottomed...

 

 

 and I let her test out all the spanking implements she wantted on my bottom! 

 

 

Besides pulling off the endearing and spankable persona of Sarah, she also works as a shot girl at a strip club.  Her mafia-like boss allowed us the pleasure of shooting a scene in the club with me spanking the naughty drink waitress in the lapdance room...

 

 followed by me getting spanked by the bouncer for being presumptuous enough to think I could spank an employee!  The scene turned out magnificently...and was a lot of fun. The introduction of Vince Tarino into the spanking realm can be found in this video...he had the mafia look, voice, and demeanor demanding respect! I really enjoyed getting spanked by such a man...*drool*.

 

 

 

I also got in trouble with Audrey for my actions later at the club, where Sarah and I went just to have fun. Well...more I was having fun, while she was serving drinks. And YES...I did take a drink from a shot glass she held in her cleavage. It's true...and worth it...and I happen to really enjoy that memory. Hehe.  That's not what I'm in trouble for, though! Nope...I decided to make a man give me a lap dance with the promise that I might let him smack my butt for it after.  I spent a good deal of my time collecting numbers of potential spanking models at the club so he did know of what I'm into.  After the lapdance, which lasted a ridiculous amount of time, and was kind of strange (he was really getting into it...sort of disturbing), the club was closing! He asked for my number.

 

 

Here's where the trouble started.  I gave him a fake name....Audrey.  It was the first name in my mind, as always.  I gave him a fake number.  Well...he was smarter than I'd have thought, because when the number didn't work, he looked up the website which he got from another barfly nearby who I'd asked to model.  He saw me...figured I was "Audrey" and proceeded to email the real Audrey who became very upset that I'd dare do such a thing.  I get spanked for REAL for it on film...which will be released over the next few months.  I think she's mostly forgiven me for now...at least she's not gotten any more emails with poetic and romantic prose such as "I wanna smack ur ass, sexy." 

 

The blizzards began to strike out East.  Sarah is from this adorable, picturesque seaside town and we took full advantage of the snow to act like little girls! I borrowed a pair of the overall snow pants, boots, mittens, and scarf and we dove into the snowbanks, wrestling around and laying in the snow together.  I even admit to eating a few mouthfuls of the delicious white stuff (snow, you perverts!).  It tasted exactly as I remember....cold and a little tangy from the layers of polluted environment it passes to before being scarfed up by my waiting mouth.  To die for! 

 

 

I bent Sarah over in the snow and spanked her bottom good through her thick snow pants for dumping a huge snow chunk over my head!  She squealed and looked at me aghast, surprised that it had hurt so much through those thick pants.  Thick pants don't equal a ticket to misbehave, Sarah. Haven't you learned that by now?

 

She's adorable.

 

Anyway...in the same form as lusty, love-at-first-site experiences, the trip out east cooled fast, was hit with a storm, and created an insurmountable desire to abandon it! So Sarah and I packed our bags. 

 

On to California, mates!  In the footsteps of American ancestors, we were headed east to sunny, bountiful west!  On to the part of my journey where I can wear sunglasses constantly...the sun never sets on a badass, after all.  Although I think a firm hand or brush often descends on a bad ass...at least, that's been my experience!  In other words, this is the part of the trip where my bottom has a constant rosy glow! =)

 

 

 

Now, unfortunately, I'm under strict orders to take no longer than 45 minutes on this blog and I have yet to post it and upload the pictures for it.  This is Friday and I've missed my first week of classes, due to a last minute Firmhandspanking shoot that I couldn't live without doing!  So I have a lot of catching up to do...Fish Physiology reading, prepare a short presentation for Upland Ecosystem Management, and a paper for Human Dimensions in Fisheries and Wildlife Management.  I can't wait! (And, actually....that wasn't sarcastic...I'm ecstatic my semester has started!).

 

Sorry to tell you all...but bad grades and other unacceptable college coed behaviors aren't really accessories of mine.  I've never really had to be spanked because of issues with education.  Which also lends to the reputation I've gotten for being a know-it-all, don't-suffer-fools, smartass!  I just say I'm really, really good at knowing things!

 

But procrastination, despite my knowing things, is unacceptable.  I've been told I'll be upended and given the spanking of my life (now THAT would be something to see!) if I don't get my life on track over this weekend... I suppose I should try to start the semester being able to sit.

 

Love you all and stay tuned for the rest of my trip!

 

 

 

~Abi

Hi everyone!  Abigail and I have been SO busy the past few weeks!  Abigail has been enjoying her Christmas vacation from school with our dear friend Sarah Gregory.  They have been shooting and enjoying the California sunshine.  I just arrived in California myself for a 3-week shooting and working spree.  What a beautiful place!  It was 13 degrees when I left Michigan and I suspect the temperature is a good 60 degrees warmer than that.  This is the first time I've worn shorts in January.... ever.

 

Abi and I promise to keep working on making great films and photos for you and we'll soon be updating this blog with our adventures in California.

 

Thanks for reading!

 

Audrey

Merry Christmas everyone!

 

It has been ages since I've reported in, but I've just been so busy!  I have been working on shooting for and setting up a new website, www.MissAudreySpanks.com.  It is much like Spank That Brat, only a bit more formal, and I primarily shoot with male bottoms.

Earlier this month, I went to New York for the first time ever!  It was amazing.  There was such human current of purpose and hostility that is unmatched anywhere else I've been.  I got to browse the stores along 5th Avenue, walk through Central Park, see Times Square lit in all its glory at dusk, and shop in SoHo.  We stayed in a little house in Queens just 15 minutes from the city.  It was so cool.

This is also where I took my favorite picture of Chris, doing his John Wayne impersonation in Central Park.The highlight of the trip was the shooting I did!  I got to shoot with a really great male switch named Chester.  He was so handsome and a wonderful actor!  He didn't have to act too much once I brought out the hairbrush, though...

I also got to shoot with one of my long-time favorite spankers ever, Richard Windsor.  We shot a scene of Santa Claus spanking his naughty elf.  As a Christmas gift to you, we are posting the entire scene on Spank That Brat.  You may know I am a switch, but I hardly ever bottom on camera!  So enjoy it while you can; after the first the videos will be moved to the member's section of www.spankingdigest.com.  Here is a link to the videos!

 

I hope you all enjoy the videos and have a wonderful, peaceful Christmas! 

Audrey

 

So... the first thing I wanted to say is that I apologize for not being able to keep up with the updates on this blog at a rate of 3 times a week!  Audrey is swamped for time even more so than I am, and I'm a full time student on top of the full time job of our sites.  Aaaaaaaaand....this is finals week!  I hope you guys can understand... and trust me! I'd rather be writing a nice, long blog about spanking and just why I love it (I can never say it enough!) than writing a paper on the population dynamics of salmonids in the Great Lakes. Trust me.  (Although I love salmonids! And they're tasty, too).  An anonymous poster left a comment on my last blog about my lack of updates, and I hope this serves as a response to that. I'm trying, guys!  I also am really uncertain about topics, a lot of the time.  I'd love to have you guys suggest things you'd like to hear my take on!

         

What I decided to write about today is in response to a person who is very close to me... my Daddy.   Not my biological father, although he's very important to me, too. My Daddy is the man who has taken me under his wing and loved and cared about me when I felt no one else did.  He has fought for my love...for my obedience (that's a never ending battle)...and for my self esteem.  Daddy has been there when the world turns against me...kissing my scraped knees better the best way he knows how.  And I recently did something that hurt him, without really realizing it would (I swear!).

         

I left Daddy off my last blog about things I'm thankful for.   Now, there are few things in the world that upset him, but feeling like I don't care enough about him is a nail that can always be hammered through his tough skin.  I feel bad...because I'm VERY thankful for him! If I didn't have him in my life right now, I'm not sure where I'd be.  The reason he wasn't included in the blog is because well...it's a mildly superficial list.  I guess I didn't include him in things I'm thankful for in my spanking life, because he's just way more than that to me!  (However, Audrey is too...as is Chunk...so really, I guess that's not the greatest excuse). 

          So, this blog is a little tribute to just how I feel about him.  He deserves my recognition and I'm more than happy to let everyone know what he is to me!  I think I'm going to rave a bit about him and then recount my side of the first spanking he ever gave me. So let's get started!

          Daddy, or as most people know him, Chris, is probably one of the greatest men I've ever met in my life.  He has a vast well of integrity, love of people, and willingness to help people in any way he possibly can.  He cares and loves with an intensity that matches my own (which anyone who knows me, knows its pretty extreme) and I've seen him put more into other people than anyone else I've ever known.   He's also incredibly smart with a background in psychology and tends to know just why people do what they do and the best ways to deal with that.  It also, unfortunately sometimes, allows him to dissect my behavior and break it down into reasons that are VERY spankworthy.

          Does he spank me? OF COURSE...(come on).  However, it is never when I don't deserve or need it.  Never once has he spanked me for his own pleasure or because he likes my bottom (although I'm pretty sure he does...I think).  I usually feel about 5 years old over his lap...and he has a BIG lap.  When I'm laying over it, normally can't ...quite....reach....the carpet with either my toes or my hands.  His massive hands cover more than half my bottom each, or so it feels anyway, when they start their painful motions!   The bottom line is, I do try to behave for Daddy, but...well...me being me....I tend to fail in that department only too regularly.  (Maybe a deep-seated need to test people?).

 

          

So...the first spanking I got.  To be honest, I don't remember all the things that built up to me being spanked.  I know I was unpardonably naughty in the weeks before I was to see him (he lives at a distance)...but I don't remember the exact things the spanking was for.  Maybe I shouldn't mention it in the blog in case he decides to make SURE I remember them....oh well, points for being honest, right?  So...Daddy took me into a private room and I was instantly on edge.

 

          "Oh how the hell am I going to stand this?  He just wants to spank my bottom...that's all...that's all men ever see me as! An ass!"  These were the initial thoughts in my head...my relationship with Daddy was new, and I'd been a bit jaded by other Daddies I'd had in the past.  Tears stung my eyes as I convinced myself of his ulterior motives. 

 

But he shocked me.

 

He took my hands and guided me down so that I was kneeling in front of him and looking up into his eyes.  Guarded resentment flowed from mine as I gazed up, only to be met with this worried, soft, loving stare coming from his.  I felt it then...before he even said anything. I wasn't just an ass to him....whew.  At least, I didn't have to worry about that!

 

But there was more.  When he spoke...he reminded me of who I was.  The person I am deep down. "A sensitive and loving little angel" he called me.  He had seen through the hardened exterior I'd developed over the course of my years...a defense mechanism to a world that has been all too cruel to me.  Whenever I let the angel out, she got hurt...it was better to keep her safe inside where no one could get to her.  But he saw her!

 

His eyes started to fill up with unshed tears as he continued to speak...to tell me how much I mean to him already and that my behavior was self destructive and hurtful to people who cared about me.  The edge of disappointment in his voice instantly started the waterworks for me...and tears began to build up behind my eyelashes.  Daddy's calm, reasoning, loving voice dissipated the defensive temper that had built up on the walk to the room, and allowed me to understand that I really, really DESERVED to be spanked over his knee like a little girl....because that is precisely what I'd acted like.  I really felt submissive to him, and for me, it is INCREDIBLY rare that I truly feel submissive to a man.  I'm not sure on the reasonings behind that, but it is a different story altogether (maybe next blog!).

 

          After the long bout of him softly scolding me, he guided me to my feet and took me over his lap.  I felt like weighed nothing more than a feather to him and his lap felt enormous to me!  I looked down at the floor, willing my tears to back down, waiting for his hand on my bottom.  There it was, suddenly. Resting on my cheek.  It was big enough to cover the entire cheek, and I began to feel very nervous indeed.  Not scared of him, but scared of how much this spanking was going to hurt my butt, my pride, and how embarrassing it was going to be to bawl like a baby in front of him.  I knew at that moment it was exactly what I would do.

         

SMACK! He started out with medium smacks, placed all over the seat of my yoga pants I was wearing. It didn't really hurt much, but I started crying anyway. I felt so ashamed that this great man was so disappointed in me that he felt he had to turn me over his knee and spank me like some miscreant off the street!  Tears dripped quietly from my eyes...I never make a big production of crying, always keeping just enough inside so that I feel safe.

 

           My bottom was starting to heat up from his heavy hand, and the pants were trapping the heat in my cheeks.  I didn't have to worry about that for very long, though! I felt his big hands under my tummy, lifting me back onto my feet and taking down my pants for me, as though I couldn't do it on my own.  He was regressing me back into a child...and damn, is he good at that.  I felt so small...so ashamed of myself...as he took my pants down and off my feet, leaving me in just a pair of white panties with pink hearts on them.  Back over his knee I went.

            

My behind was really stinging now... when I'm punished, the intensity of the pain overwhelms me.  If a spanking is for fun, my mental enjoyment of the situation blocks out a lot of the pain, or maybe gives me a higher tolerance for it.  But tell me you're truly disappointed in me, and every smack feels like a red-hot iron being placed on my cheeks!  And so it felt with Daddy that day...

         

After a few more minutes of smacking my humiliatingly wobbling cheeks, he stood me up yet again and quickly took my panties down to my ankles.  I was tossed back over his knee, and he raised his right foot to hoist my embarrassingly bare backside into the air.  I tensed as I felt him raise his big hand again and squealed as it made contact with my right cheek!  IT HURT! Oh, so much!  Within a few seconds he had my bottom set to roasting, and was showing no signs of slowing down!

          My tears were flowing pretty freely now.  I think he sensed the remorse in me...he had brought a little leather paddle to spank me with, but he only gave me a couple halfhearted smacks with it on my bare bottom.  I guess he felt I'd had enough, and let me lay there and cry over his lap for a few minutes with my sore, purple, three-times-larger bare bottom sticking up behind me radiating visible lines of heat (at least that's how it felt to me! I was sure I'd never sit again).

 

          

He took me in his arms then and held me...hugged me...petted my hair...and suddenly everything was right with the world. For both of us.  It was the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship I believe I'll have with him...and I think we both felt that right there. I hugged him, left my tears (and snot! Haha) on his shoulder, and he helped me off his lap and let me dress again. 

         

Since then, I've been extremely naughty, testing him...trying to push me out of his life. But you know what? He's still there for me...and I believe now that he loves me and for the right reasons.  I love him back...and I am an extremely lucky girl to have that type of love in my life. I don't believe it exists that often...not the way Daddy and I have it.

         

Sooo....Daddy....I know you'll read this.  I hope you're not still sore over being left out of my Thanksgiving list!  And...well, even more, I hope I don't become sore over it, either...

 

I hope the rest of you experience what I have in my life at some point or another. It's a beautiful thing and it reminds me that the world is still full of love...sometimes its hard to find....but its there, and it comes at the most inexplicable times. 

 

~Abigail (Babygirl)

 

PS!  The images above are from one of my MOST FAVORITE spanking art websites AnimeOTK! They are in dire straits right now on the money front, as the site is free! I'm making a donation myself and appealing to you guys, if you love spanking art, to maybe donate a bit as well! It would be a pity if this great resource for spanking art disappeared... =(

 

 

 

 

  This morning, I still feel horrendously stuffed from yesterday's feasts!  I had an awesome Thanksgiving with people very important to me...as I hope you all did as well.  I ate turkey, gravy, scalloped potatoes, scalloped corn, homemade cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, squash, fresh rolls, and homemade pumpkin pie, created by yours truly!  Even a homemade crust!  Betchy'guys didn't know I liked to cook did ya!

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I decided to make a special list for things I am thankful of for the blog today...

 

 

 

1.  Audrey-  I don't really think I can express how lucky I am to have someone in my life the way she's in mine.  I mean...she represents happiness, love, and an almost always well-smacked bottom! I can count on her to be there for me...for a hug, an ear, or an open lap, (although sometimes I don't get much of a choice in the matter), and I rarely find a dull moment when she's in my presence!  I'm thankful for the chance to look upon her beauty...the chance to have an  intimate and powerful connection....and the opportunity to have my bare bottom spanked almost whenever I want.  What more could I ask for?

 

 

 

 

2.  My great plethora of Spanko friends-  Soooo many amazing, weird, lovely, and unique people have filtered in and out of my life since my initial delve into the spanking scene.  I now have quite a collection of like-minded, hard-handed, soft-bottomed friends that I care about from the depths of my heart.  So many have been there for me in my difficult times...and so many have supported me in my current endeavors (despite my penchant for being an irritating brat!) 

 

 

 

3. People who don't let me get away with things-  Although many times throughout the process of getting in trouble I really hate my disciplinarian, I do appreciate those in my life who will make sure I'm held accountable.  Luckily, for me and for them, times that this type of "tough love" isn't required all that often...but it makes me feel awesome to know that there are those in my life who will step up to the plate when it's necessary. (Although it  might seem easier than it is....it's not all just about smacking a bad girl's butt cheeks, you know?!)  Not many get the opportunity to give me pure discipline, because it takes such a large amount of trust, but I'm a lucky girl in the fact that I have people who love and care about me enough to make me toe the line...as much as possible. (I still like that whole "stepping over the line" thing quite a bit sometimes!)

 

 

 

4.  Chunk-  I have a cat named Chunk that I love very dearly...I found her in the woods when she was 4 weeks old, and she cried soooooo long and loud before I found her that her voice is still is as high pitched as a baby kitten's!  I kept her...named her....and babied the hell out of her!  Why am I including her in the list of things I'm thankful for on my SPANKING blog?  Well....first of all....she LOVES to be spanked. No, really. She raises her furry butt up in the air and lets you smack her (if you feel the need to) and just lays there like she loves it! The other thing is the endless entertainment that she provides as I'm being spanked....she laughs at me! If she's around when I'm being spanked, she starts chittering as soon as my bottom is bared (soooo weird!).  And with every smack she'll make this really strange noise....it sounds like laughing!  I'm considering posting a video of it to show you guys....anyone interested?   In any case...I love that little furball.  She gets a spot on the list.

 

 

 

 

5.  Belts-  I am thankful for belts, it's true.  I mean, what's not to appreciate about a beautifully crafted, leather belt that can be worn...and removed.  Removed to use against a poor girl's bare cheeks in order to get her attention.  I love belts...I love the feel of leather spanking me...something about the idea of leather.  Gets me goin'.  We'll just call it "thankfulness".

 

 

 

6.  Victoria's Secret-  I loooooooooooooove and appreciate and am thankful for my massive collection of panties (which is happily built upon by my Victoria's Secret Credit Card!)  I love this creative (if overpriced) store for providing me with frilly panties, sheer panties, thongs, full briefs, sexy panties, cute panties, and occasionally a bra (not that I am much in need of one).  I am thankful for several other related things as well such as my dresser and its incredible strength in the way it manages to not burst apart from the bulging drawers! 

 

 

 

7.  SIN-  I'm thankful for SpankingInternet.com with providing me with my first pathways to meeting other spanking fiends for fun.  I met up with over a hundred people over the first few years I was in the scene, and a vast majority of these contacts came from my SIN profile!

 

 

 

 8.     Spanking Sites-  Before I had my own, I was happily watching and fantasizing to Firmhand, Shadowlane, Dallas', Punished Brats, and many other spanking sites.  When I think back on it, if it weren't for people working as hard as I'm working, and producing the things I'm producing now, I'd likely never have had as much spanking in my life as I do now... I loved the videos, pictures, stories, interviews, and cartoons and art that spanking sites offered me when I had no other recourse!  (Of course this also led to an internet addiction which took awhile to fight off, but hey...it just takes time to balance, right?)

 

9.  Spanking Parties-  For those companies that have hosted the spanking parties I've attended (which include Shadowlane, FloridaMoonshine, and Crimson Moon) I hold a lot of respect and appreciation towards... I've met many of my best friends and had so many fulfilling "firsts" at these parties over the years!   They are such a great way for everyone to meet up, make friends, and spank bottoms!  I'm certainly glad they exist...and am thankful that I'll have the opportunity to go to many upcoming events! =)  How could someone of my wiring not appreciate a weekend in which they show up, get spanked by beautiful, friendly, like-minded people until their bottom is so sore and red that they can barely sit down on the plane ride home?  It's Eutopia, it is...

 

 

 10. And finally...MY BOTTOM -  Yes...I'm thankful for my own bottom! I swear it's not because I'm conceited but more because I'm thankful that my peaches can take the amount of spanking I crave and desire (and deserve!) without marking, bruising, or otherwise spoiling the canvASS too much!  My bottom seems to be cute and spankable enough to appeal to hands, paddles, brushes, straps, and canes of all varieties!  And the sensations it sends to my brain are just explosive!  My bottom treats me much better than I treat it (since I seem to pass off all my trouble onto it), but I think it knows how much I love it....gets a lotion treatment every night as well as a hefty portion of the massages I indulge in are directed to focus on my cheeks!  It's a spoiled one...for sure...but I think it pays the price for it ;o)

 

I hope you all found a "list" for yourselves and are able to enjoy this beautiful time of year! Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays....something about a big dinner, nap time, and being spanked by the fireplace.....I dunno....just for some straaaaaaaange reason...that has a huge appeal to me!

 

Xo,

Abigail