I’m very excited about this blog, because I’ve never had a real forum to discuss my thoughts and feelings around this kink of ours. I really want you readers to put in your input, so please don’t hesitate to comment and write to me if there is something you want to hear!

Most of what I have to say comes from my daily life. I am a very submissive girl, and have plenty of spanking related material to write about from day to day. However, because this is my first post I thought people might enjoy knowing a bit about my history as a spanko. (more…)

When my partner told me we were invited to a halloween party, I knew it would be an enjoyable night with friends. I decided to wear my japanese school uniform, and got many nice comments about it. However the real festivities didn’t begin until the party was over and we were heading home. Although I initially planned on changing my clothes before we left, he told me not to. I would have liked to disobey this particular order, but didn’t have a choice. You see, my outfit is made to my measurements, and the top is so tight that I can’t get it off without help. The result was that when we set out for home I was still in my costume, and very cold in the chilly fall air.

As the car warmed up I realized he was taking a different turn than he normally does and I asked where he was going. He told me he was just taking a different route home. Shortly after that comment however, he told me to tilt my seat back and I couldn’t see anything after that. The result was that I was very disoriented, and had no idea what direction we were going. So, I was very surprised when the car came to a stop somewhere other than home. As it turned out, we were at a park n ride just off the highway, and it was completely abandoned at the very late hour. … (more…)

Hi Everyone,

I just wanted to write a short note and let you all know that my site will be going live very soon! We are just waiting on approval from Visa, which should take place sometime in the next week or two. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the free area and I can’t wait until everyone can come in and see all the cool things I have inside!

We are still waiting on Visa approval, and hopefully that will resolve itself soon. I can’t wait for everything to be open for membership! However I figured I would write something else while we are waiting that might hold your attention. So, what would you like to hear about? I thought since so many people write to me asking me all the same questions, I would put together a list. However, most of these can also be found on my punishment profile which is over at www.realspankings.com So, here we go:

Q: Were you spanked as a child?
A: No, not even once.

Q: Have you always had an interest in spanking?
A: Yes, I can remember my spanking interest as some of my earliest memories.

Q: What is your favorite position? … (more…)

I usually am too afraid to buy any kinky items for my boyfriend. There are two reasons for this. First, I am never certain of what he will like. His implement preferences are very specific, and I don’t always feel that I have a very good handle on them. I would really hate to buy him something like that and find that he didn’t want to use it. This probably goes back to my fears about being the non perceptive person who always gives bad gifts.

My other reason is simple, though. I am afraid to buy implements for my boyfriend because I know doing so will almost certainly cause them to be used against me. “You are a spanko!” everyone says, “You are supposed to like being spanked!” Well, anyone who has seen my videos knows I do not like being spanked. Unfortunately for me I am about as non masochistic of a spanko as they come. So, when I get spanked, it hurts. I can only just come to appreciate a spanking after the fact. Consequently, I am very conflicted when it comes to things like this. The harder the spanking, the more I hate it. By the same token, the harder the spanking, the more I love after it. I guess I literally love to hate them.

This year, however, I risked it. (more…)

I spent one day this week with a friend of mine helping with a temp project at her office. I don’t typically think of a day at the office as having many opportunities for spanking fantasies, but inevitably if left to my own devices long enough I will get visions of Secretary running through my head in between copying and counting.

Today was no different. I was back in the workroom and settled quietly into my routine of folding hundreds of letters to be mailed; letting my thoughts run away with themselves. I didn’t have any specific fantasies but rather random images popping into my head from the past week with my dear friend and play partner, H. Had I been left to ponder these things I am sure that eventually these images running through my head would have put themselves together into a very pleasant fantasy. Instead I got a little bit of help.

Part way through my most recent batch of folding, I heard footsteps behind me in the workroom. I turned to greet the stranger, but was cut short. Rather than a friendly, “hello”, the words that came out of his mouth were, “Are they isolating you back here because you were bad?” Naturally this caught me by surprise. However after I recovered from my moment of shock, I could not resist the opportunity for banter. Without a second thought I answered, “Yes, I’ve been naughty so they put me in the time out room.” His response was to tell me that everybody needs to be naughty once in a while, and then he was gone.

Little did my anonymous co- worker know that this small interaction was enough to start a whole new line of fantasizing… I think I’ll have to see if my friend has any more projects that need to be worked on next week.

Being a spanking model, one might think that I have had my fill of exhibitionism. After being in front of the camera on a regular basis it is a logical assumption that perhaps I retreat into my private life the rest of the time and don’t allow anyone else to peek in. This would probably even be the sane thing to do. The thing is, I don’t think I’m sane.
You see, I am periodically seized by a strange need to do silly things. Recently, this need manifested itself in a very eventful trip to the mall while wearing an authentic British school uniform. I had done a school scene just prior to this trip, so I simply kept the uniform on that I had been wearing previously. The result of all of this is that when we set out to go shopping I was feeling every bit the recently punished schoolgirl.

When we arrived at the mall I told my friend, “You’ll have to tell me if we get any looks, because I don’t think I’ll be able to look myself.” He laughed, but not two minutes after entering the building he said, “Well that was a look for sure!” I must have started blushing because he laughed enthusiastically. However the real adventure did not begin until we started going into shops. (more…)

That when spanko people go on trips or adventures, they never do so purely for the trip itself? For instance, I recently found myself on an excursion up to a well known National Park. Normally when someone takes a trip to a national park the idea is to go hiking, see sights, admire wildlife, etc. All of these things were on the agenda for my trip as well, but when I go places there always seems to be another goal in mind. I’m sure all of you will really be wracking your brains right now trying to guess what that goal might be. Well I’ll give you a hint: it involves smacking noises coming from behind things like piles of rocks and naturally secluded areas. Sometimes the areas aren’t that secluded at all, actually.

Anyway, this phenomenon is not just a national park thing. I personally have been spanked in varying degrees of undress at almost every single public landmark I’ve visited since I started visiting such places with like-minded people. I wonder why that is? One never sees “normal” people acting out their own fantasies blatantly in public places (although I do have hopes that the normal people don’t see me doing these things either). Do people with a spanking fetish have a higher tendency toward exhibitionism? Is it a matter of my not noticing the exhibitionistic behavior of others because I am not “tuned in” to notice it? Maybe there is a combination. All I know is that when spankos indulge in a public display of affection, it can be heard for hundreds of feet!

While visiting at a kinky friend’s house for dinner one night recently I was struck by the arbitrary nature of certain scenarios. You see, this particular friend clearly wanted to spank a pretty girl that evening. The problem was, nobody was giving him a reason. In fact, all the girls who are usually so naughty were behaving themselves very nicely! So, what is a kinky man bent on spanking to do? Why, create a reason, of course! In this instance, my friend simply reached over and took the salt away from my other very well behaved friend and said, “Salt is bad for you, you don’t need this.” Well, the poor girl sat dumbfounded for a few moments, but ultimately did succumb to her need for salt in her soup. I really have to ask, in what other world would it be acceptable to set someone up in such a blatant way? Honestly, what is a good (naughty) girl to do?

I like churches. I am not sure why this is, but I always have. I especially like big old historic churches with nifty architecture. This is something that my poor mother was tormented with through most of my childhood in fact, because any time I would go to visit a new town, either passing through or a vacation, I would beg to stop at the churches. Usually this could be arranged, but I’m sure she would much rather have gone to see the local museum, or park, or wildlife … anything other than the churches. My mother likes churches too, but not as much as I do. Anyway, this obsession of mine is one that has stuck with me through the years and when I recently had a chance to visit a very old historic church I had not seen yet, I was very excited.
I had a friend lined up to go with me, and the plan was to meet at 9:30 am so that we could be there in time for the service. Well, I am not a morning person at the best of times, but my wonderful Top decided that he had to make the experience just a little bit more interesting for me. I was informed just before bed on Saturday night that come Sunday morning, I should present myself at 9:15 am for caning. I’m sure it is not hard to imagine the enthusiasm with which I dragged myself out of bed that morning.

The caning itself was hard and fast, 9 strokes for me to feel while sitting on those old wooden pews. My friend got quite a kick out of this, and wasted no opportunity to smirk knowingly every time we stood up and sat back down over the course of the service. I will admit that the caning enhanced the experience, but I’m sure I missed many interesting architectural features that I otherwise would have noticed!