Katisms: Ramblings of an überbrat

Out of Commission

2012-01-23T01:21:00.002-05:00

I've had some scary health issues this past month and just recently had surgery. Luckily now I am feeling a lot better and it isn't scary anymore. :)

However, with the health scares and the general yucky feelings, play time has hit the sideline. What I hate is why is it when I can't play, I really, REALLY want to. My mind goes crazy and I see spanking scenarios everywhere. Pubsie hasn't helped in that aspect. Never take a spanko to the hospital when his girl has to wear those pajamas that open up in the back. I kept having to slap his hand away as he helped me walk and move around. I'm pretty sure I saw him try to sneak one into my bag when the nurse wasn't watching!

The past few days have been drowsy and doped up, but my mind has been a flutter of spanking dreams and thoughts from personal preferences to great movie scenarios (anyone interested in producing one of my doped up spanko fantasy films? ;) ). Girl refuses to take nasty tasting medication... cute doctor doesn't think the patient is doing what she is supposed to (I really hope I didn't share that with the cute anesthesiologist as I thought that prior to being drugged up), and many, many more.

Do you ever find your mind in overdrive when you can't spank or be spanked? Care to share any of these thoughts or pervertables with a gal stuck on her couch for the next week? :-D

2012-01-18T23:29:00.000-05:00

Christmas Blast from the Past

2011-12-19T23:37:00.002-05:00

Life is always crazy this time of year! I am reposting a silly blog post from 2008, when my fiance and I were first dating. Enjoy! :-)

Here is a poem dedicated to all my Spanko friends. Have a very merry Christmas!

Twas the night before Christmas and awake was young Kat,

Wondering what Santa had in store for the brat!

On Santa's list, under Kat's name it reads,
A good hard sound spanking is what this girl needs!

A little green bag was placed under the tree,
as Santa laugh and smiled with much glee!

Kat reached in the bag to see what she'd find,
And found a black paddle for her naughty behind!

As quick as a flash, she was face down on the bed,
As Santa began to paddle her red!

On top of her shorts, then on top of her panties,
But hard on the bare, is what this fat man fancies!

Into the corner she was sent with a smack,
To think of the behavior, that she sure did lack!

Santa wagged his finger and gave her a speech,
Hoping a lesson he was able to teach!

With one final spank, he was he was quick out the door,
As Kat rubbed her rear, wishing for more!

With a smile on her face, she now saw the light,
As he said, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Uh oh...

2011-11-20T19:37:00.004-05:00

Maybe I should have thought twice before posting all those Master Dick pics on Fetlife...

A New York State of Mind

2011-11-18T16:39:00.004-05:00

Yay! After weeks of whining to Publikk about how much I wanted to go to the December SSNY anniversary party and resigning myself to NOT going... WE'RE GOING! :-D

The wonderful CindyNYC invited us and others to a fun filled weekend of holiday and spanko cheer!

I am so excited to see my friends again and have nothing to worry about since I know that I am on the top of Santa's nice list! ;)

YAY!! :-D

Love Our Lurkers 6

2011-11-10T21:48:00.004-05:00

I'm a little late for the party this year but I still want to say thanks for reading!

Love ya!

SSC 2011 Part I

2011-10-24T21:00:00.000-04:00

I'm gonna try to actually finish a full party report blog. ;)

Pubsie and I showed up Thursday after a nonstop drive to Tybee Island. I was pretty eager to jump out of the car and run into the house. I was in the process of storming our house, only to hear Richard Windsor's booming voice coming from the balcony of the house across the street. Confused I paused and decided just to shout in the middle of the road something like "which house is ours?"

Our house was a beautiful ocean front house that allowed for us to watch the dolphins play in the waves every morning. Across the street from us was the SSNY house and around the corner was the FMS house. Having everyone nearby was a lot of fun. Shortly after we arrived, my mistress Aurora and CeeCee showed up and we headed over to check out the FMS house. We managed to get trapped by a storm, so we decided to have our own dance party in the FMS house. Aurora and CeeCee's room had a toy robot named Kasey the Kinderbot. Of course we had to turn it on and the first thing to pop up was a robot dance that we just had to follow. In the closet of their bedroom. Kasey the Kinderbot somehow turned into booty bounce dancing with us watching some weird youtube music video filmed at Walmart. In addition to dancing, we also decided to test the accuracy of the iPhone translator by swearing at it. I personally found it to be horribly inaccurate. Machines can not take the place of real people studying real languages by real foreign language instructors. ;)

Eventually the storm let up enough and we were able to leave the FMS house to visit with the SSNY crowd. Laughter and jokes continued through out the night with more booty dancing on the balcony. Eventually we headed back to the SSC house and spent a few MORE hours talking and laughing.

One of the best parts of the SSC is just being able to sit around and enjoy each others company. Most of us are not just spanko friends, but vanilla friends as well. These are people that I miss and wish lived closer to us. Thursday night had absolutely NO spanking and it wasn't needed. :)

October is FINALLY here...

2011-10-02T14:36:00.007-04:00

and that means it is SSC month! :-D

The SSC is less than a couple weeks away and I am excited to see my favorite scene people. :)

I've been really busy with everything going on in my vanilla life so I'm excited to get away to the beach for a few days of spanky fun. My spanking mojo has been pretty low lately, but thanks to some online silliness and a wonderful comment left by Mike Tanner on fetlife, I am starting to pump myself up again.

I love pre-party banter. It is a great way to release some nervous energy. Being a socially awkward person, it allows me to get it out of my system before actually arriving. Some of the silliness has included:

A lasagna throw-down between Mike Stein and Me
Munchkin in a Jabba the Hut costume
Rich as a Princess Leia Slave Girl
Pairing off for sex
End of the world party
Haunted Pub Crawl

Crawl? I would rather just sit here and drink!

Making dirt soup (have to thank others for giving us that, lol)

Pumpkin carving contest

Of course this party ALSO involves spanking, lol. For me though, the best part is hanging out with scene friends, most of whom have been welcomed into our vanilla lives as well.

Scene It

2011-09-05T14:04:00.007-04:00

I’ve been reflecting a lot on my scene life these past few weeks. I think I have been inspired by the Shadowlane Party that occurred this past weekend. You see, eleven years ago when I lurked online for the first time to see if spanking was mentioned, I discovered the site promoting the Shadowlane parties. Dumbfounded I read everything they posted and advertised amazed that there were people out there that would actually gather together for a spanking party! Then I quickly shut the link and look around to see if anyone noticed what I had been looking at.

I remember back then feeling awed and disappointed. I was disappointed because I knew there was NO WAY I would ever have the balls to attend such an event. Back then I was still in my “I’m vanilla dammit” phase where I would go online and lurk on spanking sites and then close my browsers disgusted with myself for being such a perverted freak. Catholic guilt, prudeness, fears of having something wrong with me … all of these things would swirl around my head. It caused college me to refrain from forming serious relationships, because I was afraid to admit who I truly was.

Fast forward a few years of struggling with being a spanko and I finally had a “fuck this” epiphany. I was tired of my personal argument and decided to dive into the scene head first. Since I made that decision 4 years ago, I have not regretted a single moment of being me.

When I look back on my scene life, I see that I am truly blessed.

First off, I began goofing around online. I felt empowered by my online persona because the real me is socially awkward and doesn’t make great first impressions. The overexcited nervous energy I normally have was unknown and hidden behind online me. I quickly realized that I could be myself and approach people I was dying to meet. It was this way that I met my friends Erica Scott and ultra popular top Richard Windsor. It was also a way for a certain man to message me (even though I kind of blew him off at first) and get to know him really well before meeting in person at the end of that year.

After finding a couple of local play partners, I met a man for a plutonic weekend of nonstop spanking fun. I took the poor man hiking up a mountain that I could tell he really wasn’t all that prepared for ;). Luckily we reached the top before he could collapse and after resting and enjoying the wonderful view, we had my first outdoor spanking session. To this date, that play on top of the mountain has remained my all time favorite scene.

This weekend turn into another weekend a week later, then inspired my jumping on a plane to visit him for a weekend… then deciding at the last minute to join him at my first large spanking party… Shadowlane. The same party I thought I would never be brave enough to attend!

In comparison to other parties that I went to, really it was not my best large party. However, this party was the weekend that my friend and I realized that there was something more going on. 3 years later, this guy and I are planning our wedding.

Since that first large party, I’ve kept active in the online spanking groups by blogging, reading blogs, and joining sites like Fetlife . I was invited along with my boyfriend to attend the SSC and met the people that have grown to be close friends in both spanko and vanilla settings. I attended Florida Moonshine, met my mistress Aurora, went back to Shadowlane and roomed with her, lol. Aurora introduced me to new friends and inspired me to kidnap her to NYC for a weekend of shenanigans with my boyfriend and our good friend Rich at the SSNY party. After the SSNY party I was lucky to attend their Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic city and learn what an awesome party is, and what wonderful people Uncle Mike, Miranda, Jules, and Mike Stein are. Weekends at FMS and BBW have introduced me to many of the wonderful people I know in the scene today.

Of course where there is good there is bad. I do have a couple of people on my asshole list and I know that I am on theirs. Lucky for me, they are the ONLY people on my asshole list, yet there list is incredibly long and filled with “psychos” “flakes” and “people out to get them.” Also lucky for me is they are banned from 2 of the 3 large parties I go to and I will most likely never have to deal with them in person again. I don’t have to say who they are because they just love to wallow in misery and make sure that everyone knows that they are the asses that people are talking about. They will most likely leave a childish name calling comment on their blog, or whine about the same thing over and over on different threads. Or they will leave anonymous comments on blogs using proxies that don’t really work insulting me and others. My favorite is how they go on and on about how they just ignore drama and middle school behavior yet constantly stalk threads and blogs leaving their snide comments all over the place, my favorite calling me fatty katty. Even though they are blocked from seeing my fetlife page, they are so pathetic in their search for something to bitch about that they stalk my page with a sock puppet and make any joking comment I say as a jab at them. Unfortunately for them, I find their hypocrisy and idiotic behavior hilarious. It provides me with endless amusement to mock and laugh at while they try to get a rise out of me and makes them look like even bigger assholes to the spanking world around us.

Ah well, can’t be liked by everyone. If the people who hate me are the same people that disgust me, I think I’m doing pretty well. I love that after years of struggling with being a spanko that I can finally be me. With wonderful friends and the love of my life by my side, I am truly blessed.

Bottoms Up Book Review

2011-07-18T15:17:00.004-04:00

I interrupt my blogging hiatus to pimp out my good friend Katerina's new site Bottoms Up Book Review!

After realizing there were no sites out there to review the Spanking Genre of books, Katerina decided to create her own. Right now she has 17 books reviewed and promises to add many more as she continues to read.

Being the fair critic that she is, she includes both books that she enjoys and others that she may not enjoy, but knows other will. My favorite part is that she includes a section where others can contribute their own reviews to the site.

Be sure to check Katerina's new site out! Browse her reviews and/or add your own. :)

Humbled

2011-05-17T19:12:00.002-04:00

I interrupt my party posts to take a moment to say thank you to my amazing friends in the scene.

Thank you for the love. :) Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for the peer pressure. Thank you for offering up hotel rooms, tickets, and beds. ;)

I am the luckiest girl in the world. See you at the beach!

Okay... now I'm gonna go back and finish my BBW party reports. I swear! ;)

Boardwalk Badness Weekend! Part 1

2011-05-05T20:42:00.005-04:00

I’m never very good at posting party blogs. Normally after a party I am so down that I can’t bring myself to share my adventures. However, this was such an awesome party that I am trying to motivate myself to write. Hopefully I am able to type up reports for EVERY day, lol.

Our adventure started Thursday after the slowest day of work ever. Publikk and Munchkin showed up and we could NOT get out of the parking lot fast enough. I like that we were able to drive to AC, because it allowed us some travel freedom coming home on Sunday. On the drive up we were entertained by texts from Sarah Thorne, jokes about eating SlimJims for dinner, and giggling like 12 year olds every time we drove by a BJ’s Wholesale club. We must have had a pretty tame ride if Publikk only threatened to pull over once.

We arrived in Atlantic City at about 11:00. As we hopped out of the car, RG was walking up the road and Sarah Thorne was waiting in the lobby. Big hugs went around before we unloaded our car and headed up to our room. Having said hello, Sarah decided to ditch us for the night and ignored all my texts. Glad to know I’m loved! :-D

Publikk, Munchkin, and I headed down towards the restaurant in the hope of finding a few other friends. Luckily one of our closest friends has an ego so big, he needs to wear a cowboy hat to prevent his head from inflating. Walking through the lobby I was able to see his hat through the window by the pool. A great bear hug from Rich, and little Amber jumped over a few tables to join in the love. A little while later my mistress Aurora came down to yell at me for not announcing my arrival to everyone in the hotel and I was able to meet the lovely Debs. Rich grabbed us a beer (that exploded on me after he apparently dropped it on the way back down ;) ) and we stood around laughing, joking, troll poking, and enjoying the company we only get to share a few times a year.

As the outside party died down and my second wind took over, we found ourselves up in Amber and Woodpaddles room. Rich and Amber took the cutest pictures and my devil horns grew as we came up with crazy picture ideas to take. Unfortunately, being at a busy spanking party, a few of these glorious pictures are going to have to wait until the next party, so I’ll leave the surprise for them.

As the weekend progressed, as great as the spanking part was, it was these moments with friends that really made this weekend wonderful for me. Laughing so hard my stomach would hurt and tears would form in my eyes! With a smile on my face, at about 4am we headed back to the room to rest up for the rest of the weekend.

Boardwalk Badness Weekend!

2011-04-27T22:16:00.003-04:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It's finally here!!!!!!!

See you at the boardwalk! ;)

The Adventures of a Smart Ass...

2011-04-01T23:00:00.001-04:00

... or butt suicide.

I can't help myself. I say what I think, sometimes without even thinking. It's not a "bratting" thing either. Spanko life, vanilla life... smart ass happens. I don't even try.

Some would say I'm asking for it. I think I have a disease.

Luckily my boyfriend finds it charming. :-D I love you Pubsie!!!!!!!! ;)

There are benefits to being a natural smart ass. I mean, it's better to be a smart ass than a dumb ass... right? It's always great to be able to banter with tops at parties. It makes the "chase" more fun for both of us I think.

One of my problems is... that once the chase is over and I am BEING spanked... my mouth doesn't shut up. Smart ass remarks continue to poor out... no matter WHAT implement is being used. One would think I would learn to shut it. Unfortunately that is not possible.

Therefore, I am creating a benefit to raise awareness for smartassinitis. People who suffer from smartassinitis should NOT be spanked. They can't help it! They should not have to suffer for something they can't control.

If you know someone who is suffering from Smartassinitis, post this in your profile status message. Together we can raise awareness and hopefully someday find a cure.

Happy Valentine's Day

2011-02-06T11:32:00.002-05:00

Party Excitement

2011-01-22T20:51:00.003-05:00

I'm getting excited....

Even though it is still months away, I'm psyched to be attending this year's SSNY Boardwalk Badness Weekend. Coach Tanner, Miranda, and Jules throw wonderful parties and are wonderful people as well. Many of my closest friends in the scene are going to be there and it's a weekend in Atlantic City!

I love that pre-party chatter has already started on fetlife and that the traditional "throwing under the bus" has already been started.

On that note...

I know a naughty girl who deserves a spanking. Her name starts with A and ends with urora.

You should look at what she convinced me to do to my good friend Rich in NYC:

For shame! I really hope someone spanks that girl GOOD!

Happy New Years!

2010-12-31T14:57:00.000-05:00

Don't forget to watch the balls drop!

Master Dick

2010-11-10T18:48:00.007-05:00

Many of you have seen this on fetlife already, but I couldn't help but share it here.

A few weeks ago I attended the SSC party in Savannah, Georgia. This party is amazing. Not only is it a fun spanking party, but I got to spend the weekend with the wonderful friends I have made in the scene.

One of the traditions is a school girl role play. This is my chance to let my inner brat free! This year I decided to draw a portrait of my favorite headmaster! Can you guess who it is?

Well apparently HE didn't find it very amusing:

For those interested... hot off the press! Master Dick Christmas addition:

Happy Halloween!

2010-10-31T11:59:00.002-04:00

Psssss...

2010-10-24T10:29:00.003-04:00

Someone has a birthday today!!!!

I know he updates his blog less than I do... but be sure to leave Publikk a happy birthday message! :) Just stick it on his last post. Who knows, maybe he'll start posting again!

Love Our Lurkers 5

2010-10-21T16:43:00.003-04:00

Love Our Lurkers 5

Today is "Love our Lurkers" day, a shout-out to all of those who read our spanking blogs in secret. This day is in its 5th year and was created by Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts. I am happy to be taking part once again this year especially since the first LOL day inspired me to come out of the spanking closet. Having been a lurker for several years, I can sympathize with those of you afraid to leave comments or admit to others that you are into spanking.

I invite you to leave a comment here on my blog as well as the other spanking blogs out there. Face it, all bloggers are comment-whores so you would be making our day a little bit brighter! :)

Happy reading!

Highlights from Vegas

2010-09-09T00:20:00.003-04:00

Here are a few of my favorite Shadowlane moments:

rooming with a girl who stays up as late as I do and primps more than I do ;)
Forming the trifecta of bratitude with Sarah and Aurora
Using the power to fly off the bed during a strapping
acting like a bear in the hallway after being awake for 36 hours
sneaking off with Stella
being spanked in the ballroom by one of my favorite spankers
Throwing Iggy under the bus and knowing that she deserved it
awesome suite parties in 901
the SSNY "How to Act at a Party" videos
Watching Rich be the "creepy guy"
Taking five licks from the family strap (I'm still marked!)
Meeting one of my spanko crushes (didn't play with him though, BOOOO!)
Being caned during a suite party and having people tell me how brave I am
learning that both Abi and I went to the same band camp
Impromptu party in Rich's room and watching a Top being born
"paying" a cover charge
demonstrating the "boob hug"
meeting a ton of people
getting a lot of spankings
knowing that Rich could never really spank a good girl like me ;)
Learning that people actually read my blog and that I should reeeeaaaaaally update more than I do!

I know there are a ton of things I've forgotten, but I had a wonderful time! It was great seeing good friends, making new friends, and constantly being spanked. I keep waiting for the post party drop to hit, but with SSC being a month away... I'm too excited to feel sad! :)

VIVA LAS VEGAS!

2010-09-01T01:32:00.002-04:00

As long as everything goes to plan... I will be heading to Vegas tomorrow morning to spend the weekend at Shadowlane! :)

If not, there will be a huge tantrum blog posted tomorrow instead. ;)

I am looking forward to see my friends and hiding from Rich and his hair brush. :-D

Hopefully SOMEONE will want to spank me this weekend!

The Richard Windsor Collection

2010-08-24T02:31:00.011-04:00

Kat the Brat ;)

As my partner in crime jumped on the photoshop bandwagon, it reminded me of the last time we honored Rich with our artistic creativity. I decided to post some old and new pictures for your enjoyment. Oddly enough, the last time I got on a photoshop kick was right before the LAST shadowlane party I attended. ;)

Before continuing, I would like to mention that Pixie is the true queen of photoshop and I can only bow down to her superiority.

These are old and new pictures created by Sarah Rocks and yours truly:

New Pics:

Created by Kat

Created by Sarah Rocks

Created by Kat

Old Pics:

Created by Sarah Rocks

Sarah Rocks (this is one of my all time favs ;) )

EDIT: Another Sarah great that I missed!

Created by Kat

Created by Kat

Created by Kat

Here's to you Rich! :) You can make that CHECK out to Ms. Kathryn O'Bryan

Shadowlane Party

2010-08-22T00:59:00.002-04:00

Sooooo... I really wasn't planning on going to Shadow Lane this year. No seriously, I wasn't! I was going to have another job by this point.

Well... that didn't happen. So back in June right after FMS, I told myself that if I didn't have a job I was going to Shadowlane. Well... no job. :( Sucks, but hey... I'm making myself feel better by heading to Vegas! ;) Oh, I'm also going to be unsupervised this time... >:-D

Unfortunately I will not have the money to buy the actual ticket for a few more days which makes me think I will be purchasing my tickets at the door (again :-P). I'm bummed because I would love to be in the chat room networking and breaking the ice before my social awkwardness shines when meeting new people. Luckily, this time around I know a lot of people attending and am sure it will be a great time.

If any readers reading this are heading to shadow lane, please let me know! :) I'll be the quiet red head with the mischievous grin on my face.

Netiquette

2010-08-18T15:20:00.005-04:00

I don't know where I am going with this blog, so bear with me. Please remember that this is a blog based on my personal opinions. What I think isn't necessary right or popular or both. It is my opinion. My ramblings.

I hate that I feel the need to post that. I don't necessarily see myself as a very controversial person. I like to hear different points of view and form my own opinions. Sometimes my opinion is the same as the majority other times it is not.

One of the great parts about blogging is the ability to state one's opinions. Freedom of speech at its best. People may not agree and may be offended, but it is a first amendment right to be able to say what we want. It is also a right to look away from material that we may not agree with or state that we don't agree. Most blogs welcome comments, I mean... why would we post if we didn't want people to read and comment?

As a commenter, it is important to remember where you are commenting. If you want to disagree, are you able to disagree in a civilized manner? Blog aren't forums, blogs are people's opinions. When a commenter reduces their commenting to whiny name calling, all they are doing is losing respect. Personal attacks do not belong on a blog.

What inspired such a blog? Two things of late actually...

First off:

Recently on Fetlife, a woman in the scene posted a picture on her own personal page. A picture that was way too severe for my personal play (blood makes me woozy) , but one that she was proud of. Good for her! Her scene, her bottom, her right to participate in that type of play. One person comments on the picture and leaves a long post on how this type of play is not appropriate and how he would stop it if he had witnessed it. I am paraphrasing here, but this person's comment outraged many viewers. Where I personally don't think he has the right to be the "scene police," there was no need for the woman's picture comments to turn into a nasty back and forth name calling session. Kudos to the woman who posted the picture, she let everyone comment without getting pulled into the whining herself. Eventually the man opened up a forum (a more appropriate place to state his opinion and ask for the views of others), but of course that forum quickly turned into more name calling and threats to punch each others face in.

sigh

The second inspiration for this post was based on a "firestorm" in the comments section of my friend Erica's blog. Erica stated an opinion that may not be popular amongst those in our scene. She also stated however, why it doesn't work for her, how she and her boyfriend made it work for them, how she knows some will agree with her while others wont... and she was able to state her opinion without a personal attack on anyone.

I commented with my two cents, and others with theirs. Some agreed, some disagreed. Then came the name calling. Personal attacks on the people who posted previously. Personal attacks on the commenter who started the attacks. A vicious cycle. Kudos to Erica for firing off another blog stating how she will NOT allow such childish behavior and personal attacks on her blog.

I've been told before that I see the world through "rose-colored glasses," but seriously, can't we grow up? Are we above having civilized discussions with opposing views? Are we so self centered that we can't accept that others may not agree with us? Can we not state our points in a mature fashion and agree to disagree?

As spankos we're already considered "not normal." Why do we need to alienate ourselves from each other?

The Thanks I Get...

2010-08-11T15:34:00.007-04:00

So, recently my good pal Richard Windsor decided to play around with the idea of adding a live-stream webcam to his blog. If successful, he will be able to share live updates from this year's ShadowLane party! How cool of an idea is that? It's a great way to share the adventures for those who are unable to make it.

So being the good, sweet, thoughtful, friend that I am... I sat back and wondered how I could help him promote his new WebCam project. Instantly I knew that the best thing I could do would be to create an image that he can flash whenever his webcam is on!

So, after several looooooooooong hours of searching and creating... here is what I thought would be the perfect image:

You would think that my good friend would be grateful that he has friends who would give up their time to help a friend promote their site. Sadly though, it is not the case. Check out his latest blog entitled: Kat the Brat is in BIGGGG Trouble. (Note the 3 extra g's on BIG as well as the use of all caps AND the use of the full name)

*Sniff*Sniff* I am sooooooooo under-appreciated!

Thoughts on Discipline

2010-08-09T13:26:00.003-04:00

I've made a couple of changes to my blog, updating to a gadget instead of just linking blogs. It gave me a chance to clean house on blogs that no longer update or links that no longer work. Can you tell I was a little bored this morning? ;)

There are so many aspects of 'this thing we do.' I constantly see my spankoself growing and evolving ever since I quit lurking and dove head first into the scene. First off, I learned quickly that I'm reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally not into subbing. I don't particularly like being told what to do. :-P I'm way too independent to dwell that deep into the scene. I'm not trying to insult anyone who is, it's just not my cup of tea. However, part of my love of spanking is giving up some power and allowing myself to sink into my 'happy place.' There are a few tops that I will allow myself to let go and slip into the 'spanko zone.' A lot of trust has been given to those lucky few.

I love the playful banter of spanking. Satisfying both my spank need and my play partner's spank need as well. This is why I don't mind dressing up for a particular spanker's taste. I want them to enjoy the spanking as much as I do.

Many spankees desire mentoring and discipline in their relationship. My boyfriend is more than happy to provide that for spankees, lol. However, when it comes to disciplining ME, it is a different story.

One thing, when it comes to discipline in our relationship, we don't know how if it will fit with us. When we enjoy our current dynamic, do we want to change that? When confronting my boyfriend about how he 'threatens' but doesn't act, it brought out a discussion on how discipline affects our relationship. On my side, telling me that I am going to be punished for something and then NOT doing it doesn't work for me. Either do it or don't mention it. His side, he doesn't know how I feel about discipline. On one hand he doesn't want to add an element to our relationship that wont work for me, yet another part of him thinks I need a good discipline spanking every once in a while (NOTE: he thinks EVERY girl needs a good spanking lol). :-P

This got me thinking and it made me realize that my boyfriend knows me better than I had thought. He understands how stubborn I am and how independent I strive to be. Sometimes I feel like I would like the release, the intensity, the lesson... but do I necessarily want to have a reason to be spanked other than for the joy of the spanking itself?

I think my thought on punishment lingers from my past. For one, I was such a sweet angel that I rarely got in trouble growing up. :-D If I was even scolded, I would burst into tears. I hate to think about someone being so disappointed in me.

I would be interested to see other people's thoughts on the subject. Feel free to leave me a comment with your opinion!

Spanko Dreams

2010-07-02T03:05:00.002-04:00

I'm taking a research methods course this summer. It's not fun. Don't expect another update anytime soon! :-P

I'm pretty much moving in to the library and the workload has cut into my online perving time. With no time to read all my favorite blogs, comment on fetlife threads, or even chat to my online friends, my spanko brain is attempting to soothe itself.

Recently I have been having a lot of spanking dreams. A LOT. Pretty much one every night, sometimes more. At least, these are the dreams I remember! Most will cause me to awaken, smile, and try to fall back asleep. Most involve me, but some involve me watching people I have never met before.

Spanking dreams aren't new to me. Before I came out of the spanko closet, I would constantly have spanking dreams. Once I began lurking around online and actually playing, the dreams pretty much vanished. Now that I am not perving as much, the dreams return.

It makes me wonder... do spankos have some innate ability to satisfy their spanking desires without actually being spanked? Is one's imagination enough to settle urges that presently cannot be addressed? Am I the only freak that dream spanks? :-P

Hmmmm... if only one of those questions could be my thesis statement!! I would definitely be more motivated to work. :)

Insomnia

2010-06-22T04:01:00.002-04:00

It's 4am and I am wide awake in a weird melancholy mood. My mind is racing and I am attempting to tire it out without the use of sleeping pills.

I'm am writing for me. To release, to vent... not really looking for advice or sympathy. Just thinking that perhaps writing down how I feel will help me sleep. Suck out the poison seeping through my mind and soul.

My final project for my first summer class is due Wednesday night. Can't seem to get my brain to focus on completing it. I'm not sure if I am meant for academia. Too much A.D.D. I want to learn. I want to do well. Stupid brain isn't keeping its end of the bargain.

I've been down here for almost a year and while I have an amazing boyfriend, I have no job... no local friends... no life outside of grad school. It's amazing how lonely one can feel without any type of structure. It makes me miss my friends up north. It's weird how one can be homesick for many different homes. I need to remember that when I first moved up there I knew no one. It took over a year to make the friends I did. The difference is I had a career to distract me.

It's not like I haven't been trying to get a job. I am just qualified in a specific field so I am working on new qualifications in the hope of becoming more marketable. It just sucks when a position comes around that I am qualified for and my hopes rise and then I don't hear back. I've looked at my resume a million times, had colleagues look it over, had recruiters look it over... and nothing. Not even a thanks for applying email. Friendly phone calls rejected and ignored.

I'm disgusted with myself in many ways. I've always been a fighter and yet now I feel as if my energy has vanished. I look in a mirror and think "what the hell happened?" Where is the girl who was training for a marathon? The diver that could bend into a pretzel? The girl who would race down a rugby pitch tackling and rucking anyone who got in her way? The girl who knew certain health issues wouldn't matter as long as she focused on taking care of herself?

I am very lucky. For someone who lost their job a year ago, I am figuring out how to make ends meet. No more silly extravagant wasteful spending for this girl. I have someone I love deeply, who more importantly loves me back for some reason. Good days, crazy days, whiny days... he still loves me. Emotional ruts that keep me up all night? He is telling me it will be okay. He believes in me when I don't believe in me. Why he loves a basket case like me I may never understand.

If I don't get a job this year... can I handle another year of this? Another year of taking courses and working at crappy minimum wage service jobs? Am I reaching the light at the end of this dreary tunnel, or do I have miles of darkness left to crawl through before I am free?

I miss living by water. I miss being able to listen to the waves crashing up on the shore. Closing my eyes, clearing my mind, giving my troubles to the sea. Allowing myself to think clearly and see.

I miss being me.

HOSTAGE

2010-06-08T22:51:00.006-04:00

IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR SMALL ROSE PADDLE FROM LEATHER THORN, YOU MUST FOLLOW MY DEMANDS!!!!

1.)BRING A LARGE BAG OF PEANUT BUTTER M&MS TO SAVANNAH
2.) PROVIDE A LARGE BEACH UMBRELLA AND BE PREPARED TO HOLD IT AND PROVIDE SHADE
3.) BE ABLE TO COUNT TO TEN IN JAPANESE
4.) BRING ME A LARGE CUBAN SAMMICH
5.) DRESS AS A PIRATE WITH TALKING PARROT ON SHOULDER

IF THESE DEMANDS ARE NOT MET, YOUR PADDLE WILL BE BANISHED TO THE LAND OF STOLEN PADDLES!!

Mind Full of Ramblings

2010-05-01T13:55:00.003-04:00

I've had a lot of ramblings running through my mind lately. Many topics, many possible blog entries... yet once I start to focus on one thought, another new topic pops in. Call it A.D.D., call it reverse writer's block, but whatever it is, the jumblies in my head don't want to come out.

One topic that has continuously been popping in my head was a vanilla relationship in the spanking world. It sounds kind of funny considering that we are two spankos, but it's not always about being a spanko in a vanilla world, Sometimes it is about the effect of the vanilla world in our spanking relationship.

First off, I feel very lucky to have found someone I love who I click with as both a spanko and a 'nilla. However, just as we shield our spanking lifestyle from our vanilla friends, we are both fiercely protective of our vanilla privacy in the spanking world. It's not that we don't adore our spanko friends, we are just private people. With the exception of those few friends who have blurred the spanko/vanilla line, I don't feel like I need to share why I'm not online as often or why I stay invisible to most people when I am online. I'm not trying to be a bitch, we just have a lot going on in our vanilla world that it is no one's business but our own. Me not wanting to talk about it means I don't want to talk about it. Please respect our privacy and not ask. When I am ready to come back online to everyone, I will.

In a different thought, S wrote a blog on the "boring reality" of a real life dd-d/s relationships that made me smile. When meeting new spankos and discussing how both my boyfriend and I are spankos, the number one comment I get is: "Wow. Your butt must be red everyday." Granted I probable do get spanked more than the average spanko, but still! Life begins to take over. As two people begin to intertwine their lives, other things become priorities as well. Is spanking a major part of our life? Of course it is. Do we engage in spanking play 24/7? Of course not. The best part of our relationship is our ability to share everything both spanking and vanilla. I'm sorry to disappoint those who dream of such a lifestyle (and those who dream of me being given a red rear everyday :-P).

In a more spanko news, FMS is back on our radar. I know I had originally stated that we were definitely going, and then posted that we definitely were not going... but we are leaning back towards going again. :)

After all, we can't ALWAYS be vanilla in the spanko world. ;)

Spanked by the Plank

2010-03-15T23:20:00.005-04:00

I have pirates on the brain... I wonder why??? ;-)

There has been a lot of talk recently on blogs and fetlife and spankolife and yahoo groups (did I get them all?) about bratting. I've also received some emails asking my opinion. I guess as the ϋberbrat, it is no surprised that I would be expected to have an opinion.

Here are my opinions:

1.)Don't be an idiot.
2.)If you don't know someone don't harass them.
3.) Make sure that you and the top or you and the bottom are on the same page.
4.) If you say something stupid and I roll my eyes, it's not because I'm bratting you, it's because I think you are an idiot.
5.) Respect one another. Respect each others limits. Say hi and introduce yourself before bratting or threatening a spanking.
6.) Bratting DOES NOT EQUAL consent. If I don't know you, don't touch me. If I swear it is because I am known to have a slight potty mouth not because I am asking for a spanking. If I make a smartass remark it is because I am a natural smartass. If I am teasing someone else in the room, it is not an invitation for you to butt in.
7.) There is an art to bratting. Practice it on someone you know but remember just because one top gets a kick out of it doesn't mean that every other top will enjoy it as well.
8.) People don't like squirt guns or water balloons.
9.) Damaging someone's property sucks. People work hard for their money and don't appreciate it being damaged.
10.) Bratting is meant to be fun and playful. Don't go overboard by overdoing the same thing or copying what someone else does until it is no longer funny.

Those are my ten opinions on the subject. Yes many were a bit tongue-in-cheek, but the bottom line is to respect your play partner and all the other spankos in the room.

Yes I do brat, but I brat my friends. Honestly, I treat both my vanilla friends and my spanko friends the same way. The only difference is the end result. When my vanilla friends and I tease each other, it ends with a tongue sticking out or a playful punch on the shoulder. When I tease a spanker, it tends to end with me being threatened with a spanking. Once I achieve the spanking, I give a playful pout and move on.

I haven't written a rambling blog like this in a while. :-D

Kat's Final Thought:
Know your audience. That is the best advice I can give.

Is it October yet??? ;-)

Happy Valentine's Day!

2010-02-14T16:00:00.000-05:00

Ranty McRanterson

2010-02-04T00:29:00.005-05:00

RANT WARNING!!!!!!

Every once in a while I get ridiculous messages, emails, and comments from people that apparently were dropped on their heads repeatedly growing up. For the most part, I just roll my eyes and ignore it. Occasionally, I’ll send one of my witty, smartass comments back and laugh when they send an insulted rant back about how I need to be taken over their knee for a good sound spanking (jeez… haven’t these folks seen what I do to tops’ hands yet???).

What happened to me last week was a first though! See, I have a MySpace account that I rarely use but still check every few days. Mostly I sign on to read and leave comments on blogs (ok… just one blog… Erica's). I only accept friends who are spankos or people who send me a message introducing themselves and ask to be on my friend’s list.

Anyway, the other day I was checking my mail when I had 14 messages in my inbox asking me to approve tagged photos. Since most of my photos are only of me (and only available for my friends to see) I was confused as to who would be tagging themselves in my pictures. Apparently some douche I didn’t even know but mistakenly added to my friends list went into my album and tagged himself on all my photos. These were photos of me, and me only. Seriously? How rude is that! Especially since I do keep my photos private and do not wish to have them on someone else’s page (especially someone I don’t know!).

So, my response? Deny all tagged photo request, delete him off my page, and sent a message stating “stay the F*** out of my albums!”

His response? F*** you!

Well… I guess we all can’t be witty smartasses! ;-)

************EDIT************

It was brought to my attention that some of my readers (TODD) are not sure what 'tagging' is. Tagging oneself or others in a photo allows those photos to be posted on the 'tagged' people's website. It is a fun way to share photos with friends. By this guy tagging himself in my photos, he is basically linking his page to my private album. That way everyone and anyone can see these pics. Granted, I don't have anything 'bad' on my Myspace (don't want big brother Tom to delete me) but it still was a violation of my privacy. To me, it is just as bad as stealing photos and posting them as your own. I did not know this person. I have never spoken to him. He didn't ask if it was okay to tag himself in my photos and I never would have given him permission. Maybe I'm overreacting, but this REALLY pissed me off.

10 Ten Signs that you are Hankerin for a Spankerin!

2010-01-15T15:32:00.011-05:00

Ever been at that point that you just want a spanking and your partner doesn't seem to get the hint? Want a sure fire way to go OTK? Have you noticed that you haven't updated your blog in a while with anything interesting and are basically pulling something out of your butt in hope that Chross mentions you on Spankings of the Week?

Welcome to my top ten signs to show your spanker that you are indeed 'Hankerin for a Spankerin'!

10. Jump over their lap while they are sitting on the couch watching sports. I don't think you can be more obvious than that.

9. Sit next to them and poke them every five minutes asking "are you ready to spank me yet"?

8. Put some itching powder in their undies. Let them understand just how much you are itching for a switching.

7. "Borrow" their wallet. Remove all cash and write "SPANK ME" on every bill with a red sharpie. Return cash to wallet and pretend like nothing happened.

6. Turn the volume up on your computer speakers. Watch a spanking tube clip and comment loudly how you wish that was you while looking at your spanker pointedly.

5. Bring up a cherished spanking memory. Ask your spanker if they would like to reenact it.

4.Comment on how the last time they spanked you, their hand/shoulder hurt more than your bottom. Tease them about how your rear is just too strong for their wimpy hands.

3. Stand in front of your spanker. Lift your skirt and shake your rump. Step just out of reach of their hands. Repeat until spanked.

2. Play hide and seek with their implements. As they go around looking, say "hot" or "cold" in an annoying sing-songy voice.

1. Write a blog post about the top ten signs that you are "Hankerin for a Spankerin."

If none of these work... find a new spanker! :-P

Spanking in the Vanilla World

2009-12-29T19:11:00.003-05:00

I know I'm late... but Merry Christmas! Since I'm also a horrific blog updater... Happy New Year as well! :-D

Publikk and I had a nice vanilla Christmas visiting my family. Poor Publikk was force fed food by my mother for three days, but all and all it was a nice trip and I am happy that we were able to share Christmas with each other.

I don't think I realized just how much stress I have been under until we left for our trip. I had to work early that day, and then we drove about half way and spent the night in a hotel. The hotel happened to have a manager special where we could get drinks for free. We only had a half hour so I quickly took advantage and drank 4 vodka cranberries before they shut down. A little buzzed we had dinner and soaked in a hottub for a bit. Back in our hotel room I put some snuggly jammies on and crawled into the giant king size bed and curled up with the blankets. Apparently Publikk started to spank me but I fell asleep and don't remember what came next!!

Christmas Eve was rather interesting for Publikk. After being cornered by one of my uncles, he did manage to have a wonderful treat. My mother thought I was being a little bratty so she playfully pulled me over her knee and gave me a few swats on my behind. I couldn't help but laugh as I raised my eyebrow towards Publikk and gave him a mischievous grin. I think he enjoyed the family party very much. >:-)

After some family time, we met some of my friends for beers on Saturday night. Two of my best friends our these guys I went to high school with and were pretty much the brothers I never had. I know one and his wife are a little kinky, but after Saturday I am convinced he is one of us. A few beers and a sassy remark from me ("put your vagina away and have another beer already") led to him smacking my ass. Not once, not twice, but several times throughout the evening and a few were well aimed zingers! My vanilla friend manage to spank me more on that trip than my spanko boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never really know how to react to spanking in the vanilla world, lol. Please feel free to leave some advice. :-P

The holiday went by a little too fast for me, but luckily the new year looks to bring some more spanking adventures with it!

End of Semester

2009-12-03T14:49:00.005-05:00

I am almost there... the end of my first semester as a graduate student! One final left and then one month to breath before classes start back up in January. It's been interesting to say the least. I am relieved to get the break but the massive stress I have been feeling still sits on my shoulders. The hard part is figuring out if this is still something I wish to pursue or do I get a second to job to help me relax about my current finances. These are huge major stress issues for me right now and I tend not to deal with it well. When I am overwhelmed I tend to want to shut down and not do anything.

Just yesterday I was finishing up a paper with complete and total lack of motivation. I just didn't want to do it. I didn't even care that it had to be done. My boyfriend decided it would be cute to provide some school motivation by using a school paddle. Several whacks on the jeans and I was told to get down to business. The smirk on my face must have given me away, because the next question he asked was, "That was pretty much nothing to you, right?" My not so smart response? "Pretty much!"

Lets just say the jeans came down quickly thereafter.

;-)

Happy Thanksgiving!

2009-11-25T23:29:00.003-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! :)

Love Our Lurkers 4

2009-10-13T08:03:00.005-04:00

Today is "Love our Lurkers" day, a shout-out to all of those who read our spanking blogs in secret. This day is in its 4th year and was created by Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts. I am happy to be taking part once again this year especially since the first LOL day inspired me to come out of the spanking closet. Having been a lurker for several years, I can sympathize with those of you afraid to leave comments or admit to others that you are into spanking.

I invite you to leave a comment here on my blog as well as the other spanking blogs out there. Face it, all bloggers are comment-whores so you would be making our day a little bit brighter! :)

Happy reading!

Post Party Drop Syndrome

2009-10-08T19:36:00.012-04:00

I have just recently received several emails filled with pictures from the SSC party that I attended two weekends ago. :-D I am still contacting people about using pictures but once I have permission and everything I will begin posting about that weekend.

From reading several spanking blogs over the years, I've read about many people's experience with the post party drop. When I came back from Shadow Lane last year, I felt a slight drop in my mood for a short while and contributed it to what must have been post party drop syndrome (Or PPDS as I will now call it). Boy was I ever wrong!

When my boyfriend and I drove home that Sunday, we were on this weird high at what we had just done. We were laughing, talking about the weekend's shenanigans, holding hands, making goo-goo eyes... We were just in this glorious mood that followed us from the mountains, to the car, to home that evening. The party brought us closer in our relationship because it is so special to be able to share an open spanking relationship with one another and actually understand each others kink.

That high lasted a few days before reality sunk in and it was back to the same old, same old. Add an emergency business trip that sent my boyfriend out of town suddenly, and my euphoria drop drastically.

It wasn't anything really spanking related that had me down. I just felt miserable. My
temporary service job (which I hate anyway) was so much worse and I actually started crying one morning with a feeling of being overwhelmed (EMBARRASSING). I hated my classes and felt too stupid to be sitting in them. I started questioning things about my relationship and over thinking little things. My insecurities skyrocketed and I felt like a lost little girl with no place to go. Spankingwise I began over thinking that relationship as well. Thoughts popped into my head like, 'he didn't really spank me all that much over the weekend', 'he must like spanking other girls more than he likes spanking me', and the most common: 'how come he doesn't spank ME like that anymore?' For a girl that hates to cry, my eyes have been watering like crazy over the dumbest things. Crying makes me feel extremely vulnerable and I try to turn away and hide my face. Unfortunately the sniffling always gives me away.

The past couple of days I have finally began feeling a little like myself again. I am desperatly awaiting this weekend where I get a few days off from work and my boyfriend comes home from his latest business trip. That lost little girl feeling is still there, but hopefully a giant hug and a kiss will squash that quicker than a bug flying into a windshield. I am extremely lucky to now be living near my spanko boyfriend now. He is at least able to help me deal with my current craziness by just being there (and hopefully providing a decent spanking this weekend HINT HINT).

Have you or anyone else that you know suffered from PPDS? How do you deal with it? How long does it generally last? Is it just a bottom thing or do tops suffer from it as well? I welcome anyones thoughts and advice on the issue.

Smokey Smoke

2009-09-28T19:27:00.004-04:00

We are back from a wonderful spank-filled weekend in the mountains! I plan on writing a more detailed post, but I am waiting on pictures and also waiting to ask certain people if they mind me posting pictures. See, asking permission is the polite thing to do when taking pictures or posting pictures with other people in them (HINT HINT).

Just so you are not being left high and dry, here are some of my favorite moments from the weekend:

Spending a long weekend in the mountains with the most wonderful guy ever
Searching for bears only to find out that Richard Windsor was almost eaten by one ;)
Being caned for the first time and letting Publikk cane someone for the first time (after private instruction of course)
Learning how to count to ten in Japanese
FINALLY being spanked by Richard Windsor after he threatened me for over a year
Seeing Todd and Suzy again and "helping" Publikk find the right implements to use on Suzy
Getting a strapping by the London Tanner using one of his handmade straps
Asking the London Tanner what language I should count out my strapping in
Somehow being volunteered to be spanked by every top in the room as if it were a relay
School girl role play including spitwads and plenty of chewing gum (oh, canings and school paddles as well)
Decorating the cabin with the ASS and House of Richard Windsor paddles
Clearing my SSU dues (BOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Causing trouble with some wonderful ladies
Learning that Iggy isn't really vanilla even though she claims that she practically is
yummy BBQ, Lasagna, and Sunday morning pancakes
Helping Publikk send text messages out
Meeting some of the greatest people ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks so much to the organizers for inviting us to such a wonderful weekend getaway! Words can't describe how great these people are and the hard work they put into organizing such a wonderful weekend.

Detail posting coming soon. :-D

And we're off!

2009-09-24T20:59:00.006-04:00

We are off for a weekend of spanking adventures! :-) I promise to write about our trip and the many spankings that will occur!

As a side note... I was going to save this for a separate blog, but let's just say it really annoyed me. I find it kind of RUDE to take pics off of a blog and post them as your own. So quit being a jackass and either give me credit or quit stealing them. For your actions I give you the douche of the year award:

Congratulations. I'm sure you must be very proud.

Pure Ramblings

2009-09-22T20:37:00.003-04:00

I'm procrastinating... I'll admit it. I've been out of school for 5 years and getting back into the whole class/reading/homework thing is harder than I thought it would be. It is very frustrating actually. One class I am bored out of my mind because it is too easy for me... the other class I'm bored out of my mind because I have no idea what is going on. The readings are dull, my notes have more doodles than knowledge, and I find myself doing what I had originally thought was the rudest thing ever... send text messages during class. Part of me is also scared. I'm worried that I'm not smart enough or that my chance to finish a graduate degree has come and gone way before I started this. I'm also scared because this was my emergency back plan if I got laid off, so if I fail at this... what next?

I know that some people I thinking this school girl needs one of these:

Perhaps those people are correct... but I'm not sure if it will help with the trap feeling I sometimes get when I am unsure of what my future holds. Sometimes the unknown is awesome. I get excited when I travel to new places, go on scary roller coasters, try weird food that ends up tasting good... and many other things that fall into that new and exciting category. Other times I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. The unsureness of being unemployed brings that feeling on more often than I would like, and it always hits me when I least expect it. Sometimes I'm just depressed for no apparent reason. Other times I toss and turn at night having nightmares that I can barely remember once I've waken up. I feel sorry for my boyfriend, because sometimes I don't know how to explain how I feel. He is there for me, but who wants to be the whiny, bitchy, mopey girlfriend??? That is not who I am as a person, so why must the person I spend the most time with get the brunt of my emptiness?

Luckily one of the quickest ways to make me feel better is by traveling someplace new. Combine spanking with it and it may be the perfect temporary escape! Remember I said there was the good kind of scary, and the closer I get to the spanking party this weekend the more my excitement level rises lowering the anxiety levels I had in my last blog post. I'm looking forward to seeing the mountains and hopefully trying this crazy zip cord things as well (Print the coupon you know who!). I'm also excited about seeing friends that I have not seen in over a year and the spankings of course, but most of all I am excited about spending the weekend with a special someone away from everything that has been stressing us both out.

So only a two days left of working my crappy temporary job and two days left of boring classes... then we'll drive my Chevy to the levy, or at least to the woods for a much desired switching! ;)

Spanking Parties... and the Pre-Party Anxiety

2009-09-14T23:14:00.001-04:00

Spanking Parties has been a hot topic lately with the Shadowlane party occurring just last weekend. I myself was lucky enough to attend last year's party, and that was my first party and also the last one that I was able to attend.

In less than two weeks I will be attending my first spanking party since that Shadowlane adventure. The difference is that this party is smaller and private. Similar to Shadowlane, I will only know a few people going in, so already my nerves are starting to fire up and the butterflies have been let lose in my belly.

I am socially awkward, lol. I never know how to start conversations, I worry about how I act, and meeting new people instantly puts me into the deer-in-headlights mode. I freeze. I can answer questions, smile and nod... but that is the most of my intellect. Luckily there is hope for me. 1.) I eventually loosen up as I begin to feel more comfortable and 2.) Alcohol speeds up the process.

Perhaps I'm just too insecure with myself to truly feel comfortable in such an environment. I think I'm too chubby to be spanked, not very cute like all those other girls, and of course, why would anyone want to spank me? I'm not fishing for compliments or looking to be reassued right now because honestly, nothing that is said to me will make these feelings go away.

As a spankee, allowing someone to spank me does put me in a very vulnerable position. Not just the fact that I am exposing my bottom for a spanking, but I am exposing myself as a person as well. By allowing someone to spank me, I am saying: I trust you. I trust you not to hurt me both physically and mentally.

I don't know what it is, but the anxiety of the party matches my excitement! Hopefully I'll be able to come back and write about the wonderful adventure I had and my excitement for the next spanking party coming up as well. I am going to see some great people that I have not seen in over a year and I am being accompanied by a wonderful man. Since we are going to be deep in the woods... hopefully I'll get to see a bear too! Positive thoughts is all I need to keep me going... right?

:)

Intensity

2009-09-08T22:22:00.009-04:00

I've never dated another spanko before. I've had vanilla boyfriends who would spank me because I asked them, but not because it was something they were interested in themselves. Looking back, I don't think they ever really knew just how into spanking I was.

It's really nice to be dating a spanko. We don't have to hide anything from each other and our mutual feelings make for great spanking sessions... most of the time.

Don't get me wrong, he is a great spanker. We were dealing with a long distance relationship for quite some time. When we were able to be together, our weekends (or if we were lucky, week) would turn into these incredible spankfests. A couple months ago we were able to spend quite a bit of time together before I moved (well, for us at least) only the change was that we were involved in several vanilla activities, and therefore did not have much time for spanking. Then we dealt with the annoyance of moving several hundred miles, plus the packing and unpacking, loading and unloading, me getting situated and trying not to get loss everywhere... not much time for spanking. Then it was the realization that our relationship is much much more than just a spanking relationship (which is amazing) and then the spankings began to diminish.

There were still spankings, but they became shorter, less frequent than what I was use to when with him, and the intensity also went down. I understand that reality and life prevents us from enjoying spanking 24/7, but it was pretty hard to swallow.

Sometimes I'm just not in the mood for implements. Sometimes hand spankings make me buck and squirm. However, sometimes I just need a hard, intense session. Not discipline (I'm almost always a good girl anyway ;) ), but a harsh session that just leaves my bottom burning for hours. If I am in the right mindset and given a proper warm up, I can handle almost everything that is brought down on my behind. My boyfriend and I have a very trusting relationship and it doesn't bother me that he spanks other girls. He was telling me about an intense session he had with another spanko and I felt a twinge of jealousy. It wasn't the fact that he was spanking another girl that made me jealous, it was the SPANKING he gave her that made me jealous. It was long, it was hard, it was an intense session for both spanker and spankee. I was craving such a session when I finally confronted my boyfriend and asked him why he didn't spank me like that.

The response I got was not what I was expecting. He paused for a second and said, "I don't think of her the same way I think about you. I'm more careful with you because I don't want to hurt you." Go ahead, say awwwwwwww. It was a very sweet response... it just didn't help my desire for an intense spanking. We talked about it and I was promised a real intense session as soon as he was back in town. I even spent a week providing online "motivation" to make sure he didn't back down on his promise.

An intense session is exactly what I got. After a solid hand warm up, the implements came out and we were both enjoying the fun. The nice thing about an intense spanking that is not discipline related is the fact that we are both relaxed and able to talk and laugh. I made comments about the implements, he tried to put me in the corner, I turned to see what he was digging out of his bag and using, and I was able to tease lightly about how some of his "implements of mass destruction" felt pretty much like being spanked with a paper plate.

The implements used were (I might have forgotten a few, lol):
hand, leather paddle, hairbrush paddle, meanie, bathbrush, small lexan paddle, large lexan paddle, random kitchen tools, plastic stinger paddle (which made me laugh) large leather strap, small leather strap, rubber paddle, rubber strap, ruler, and a finished off with a school paddle.

I know some people might think this was harsh... and I believe I left off a few! Please remember though that I asked for this, my boyfriend and I discussed it, we ALWAYS play with a safeword, and I would only allow a person that I trust and care for deeply attempt this type of session with me.

The spanking left my rear bright red, and I had two harsh, sandpaper like spots on my sit-spots. Also, for the first time EVER during a spanking, I found myself tearing up. I never tear up, but as the school paddle was being applied, I felt them sneak in. I was so happy and relieved to finally get the ultimate stress buster that I needed, that my body just reacted. I felt cleansed.

With a session like that I did end up with some bruising (which I never do) which caused a reaction out of my boyfriend (he hates to bruise and since I never bruise it freaked him more). He kept apologizing but I kept thanking him. The session was the most intense spanking I had ever received and it was exactly what I wanted and needed. It put the spanko back into our relationship and knowing that I was able to trust someone to give me that and know that he wont hurt me made it even better. :)

What's going on?

2009-09-01T09:32:00.004-04:00

I'm back... I think.

It's hard to explain. If I'm not in the mood, I can't focus on writing. It has not been lack of spankings or lack of ramblings... I've just have not been in the mindset. For a lack of better phrase, I've been the latest victim of the recession. I spent the five years after graduating from college working in this position so it was hard to face the fact that I would be dropped. I had moved 500 miles to a place where I knew no one, and found wonderful people who quickly became close friends. It was hard knowing I would no longer be able to afford the cost of living there and the thought of not knowing what I would do paralyzed me at times.

Luckily I was given plenty of notice that this might be a possibility. Early on, I was able to stick in applications to graduate programs and look at other positions in the hope that someone would want to hire me. Where I did find it difficult to get a job, I was lucky enough to be accepted into a graduate program. This program did involve me moving again, but luckily this time I would not be alone when I moved.

This past summer I once again moved several hundred miles to a new part of the country and began my life over once again. The job scene isn't going where I want, but at least I was able to get a part time job to cover the bills my stanford loan wouldn't. Classes are difficult, but it feels good to be learning again (even if I may need the occasional motivational prompting to work on my assignments). I love my new apartment even with my less than desirable roommate (complete and total vanilla slob) and I love my new city. The weather is warm and I don't have to worry about scraping ice of my car when it is -25 ever again.

The best part about the move is I am closer to a very special someone. It's hard for people to believe that he is not the reason for my move, but it definitely is a bonus. Like the cherry on top of a sundae, he makes a good thing even better. For those who don't think I get spanked enough (*cough* Todd *cough*), that has increased for the better.

I can't promise that I am going to diligently update my blog. One, I do need to focus on my studies. Two, my crappy temporary service job wears me out! Three, I like to spend some time with that special person (even if he can be a douche sometimes :-P) and four, I do need to be in the mood.

It has been a rough few months for me, but at least now I can feel a bit optimistic that I am moving forward on a brighter path in my life.

PS. I wish all my friends going to Shadow Lane a wonderful trip. I wish I could sneak it in again this year! :-P

On September 1st...

2009-08-27T20:43:00.001-04:00

Kat is Back!

New blog updates coming soon...

Time Out

2009-05-09T17:16:00.002-04:00

Hey Everyone!

As you can probably tell by my lack of posts, I've been very busy in my vanilla life. I am about to go through a major change in my life and until it gets sorted out, I will not be posting. As of right now, this blog is on hiatus until further notice. I am hoping to have everything settled by the end of summer and be able to actually post something then.

For those who were talking to me about FMS... sadly it does not look like I am going to make it. :(

I am okay. Nothing is wrong with me. I still like spankings. Please continue to check out my blog links.

With love,
Kat

Still Alive

2009-03-13T16:06:00.000-04:00

Yes. That is right. I am still alive. Sorry for not posting, I just have not had anything I wanted to post about. I haven't been spanked but am looking forward to going on a cruise in a few weeks which will hopefully take care of that issue. ;-) I'm also looking for a new job as well as getting ready to welcome a vanilla roommate into my home (ie: going through junk and trying to pack two rooms into one). Safe to say it has been a ridiculously busy month and looks to continue that way.

The new vanilla roommate will be the next interesting adventure in my life. Especially since this is a very conservative new roommate moving in. She does not know about my spanko life and nor do I want to broadcast it to her once she is living here. Does anyone else deal with a vanilla in their home?? I'm curious to know what other spankos do when they have a roomie that is not apart of this lifestyle. Safe to say that since I moved out on my own 5 years ago, my addiction to spanking websites and blogs has increased from the quick peeks I use to sneak back as an undergrad.

Now the internet I can still hide thanks to a personal laptop that I am able to move around freely, but what about the sounds? I have put myself in denial in believing that none of my neighbors has figured me out, but being spanked with a friend in the next room might be a different story. Any one have any fun excuses to cover up their spanking adventures??

Eh... knowing me I'll probably drink a little too much one night and spill the beans anyway. Hmmm... maybe she is secretly a spanko herself! Anything is possible... right?

Happy Valentine's Day!

2009-02-14T13:13:00.003-05:00

Happy Valentine's Day! :)

See, I told you this pic would come in handy some day!

Webding Whoops

2009-02-09T20:55:00.003-05:00

It was brought to my attention that Internet Explorer was showing my last post in the form of webdings! That was obviously a mistake and hopefully I have fixed it now.

Eh, you can spank me or I.E. It's your choice! ;-)

Where's Kat?

2009-02-08T17:45:00.006-05:00

Meh. It's hard to maintain a spanking blog when you haven't been spanked in a while. I had placed this on my myspace blog a few months back, but decided to share it here until I have some better uh... "motivation." This story involves my first outdoor spanking experience:

Being both outdoorsy people, D and I had decided on going hiking up in the mountains by my home. What better way to talk and bond than by trugging ourselves up a mountain? That and we were both intrigued by the thought of an outdoor spanking, so hopefully no one would be on the trail. Checking the trailhead, we saw 7 people were on the trail before us. Crossing our fingers we headed up the trail hoping to count the people coming down.

After about an hour climb, counting four people descending the summit, and constantly reassuring D that we were almost there, we reached the top of the trail and soaked in the amazing view. Unfortunately there was a family of five up at the top hanging out watching the Falcons fly by. As D and I sat relaxing and wishing they would leave, the father of the family kept trying to make small talk with us about the summit, the view, and the random birds flying around. Personally, I like to be left alone while hiking. I don't care about other people's adventures or pictures; just let me have my moment of peace. After a while of enjoying the different views of the summit and taking pictures, the weird granola family finally left the summit and began the hike down. D and I were now alone at the top of the summit. Nervous as I was that the family would come back or other late afternoon hikers would be making the trek to the top as well, it didn't take much convincing to climb over his lap for a spanking at the top of the mountain. Having never been spanked outside before, I was both excited and scared as he pulled me over his knees. Due to the fact that he was sitting on a rock, and we were literally up on a cliff, it was hard to completely relax since I was convinced that I was going to fall and roll off the mountainside. I like to feel secure otk, and even though he had a tight grip on my waist and I knew he wouldn't drop me, I was still digging my feet into the ground trying to find a secure spot. I have a feeling that this wasn't really good for the ecosystem, but eh… I was already getting spanked.

The sounds from the smacks echoed across the summit and the breeze from the wind felt incredible on my bare behind. I had the smell of the grass, a nice wind, a beautiful view, and a soon to be warm behind. My senses were in overdrive and I could not help but grin through the short little spanking. I think D enjoyed the mountain spanking as much as I did, because he had the same excited smile and look that I'm sure I had on my face as well. Convinced as I am that the granola family and any other possible hiker on the trail definitely heard me being spanked, it did kind of add to the excitement a little bit knowing that we could get caught.

On the way back down the trail it was another first for me. D took out his knife and told me to cut myself a switch. I was warned if it was not sturdy enough, he would go out and cut it and it would be much worse for me. Of course I needed to test this theory and cut one that looked like it would break after one good smack. D not convinced swung it in the air, and sure enough it snapped right away. Apparently I need to work on my switch cutting skills, but the second switch I cut was more appropriate for a mountain switching. I was told to bend over and present my rear and I heard the swish of the switch cutting through the air and landing on top of my shorts. Cursing the thin fabric, I heard the swish again and braced myself. At this moment (and the only moment the entire two days by the way) I did have to stop and stand up because the switch managed to wrap around and kiss my hip a little bit. The sting went away quite fast, but the markings were bright red and looked like little welts. D feeling terrible shortened the switch and held back his strength for the remainder of his swings. Even with a lighter force being applied, the switch still stung more than I had expected. A quick searing pain that would crescendo before fading, leaving lines across my behind. Unfortunately, the lines on my rear faded rather quickly but the welts on my hip are still there. The welts on my hip didn't hurt to rub, but the feeling was rather cool so I couldn't help but constantly run my fingers over the red raised skin.

With our outdoor spanking adventure over, we headed out for food laughing and talking and my constant bratting I sat down and felt the warmth from the outdoor spanking and switching and smiled knowing that there was still much, much, more to come.

Seasonal Tolerence and Broken Implements

2009-01-11T19:31:00.006-05:00

I love warm weather. Unfortunately my job took me to a not so warm location. No worries though, I'm working on correcting that unfortunate issue. In the spring, summer, and early fall I am outside often playing sports, hiking, and just running around like a kid in a sprinkler. Late fall and winter I begin to feel trapped indoors and like most women, my body weight fluctuates as a result. Don't get me wrong, I do love winter sports like skiing and ice skating, but skiing can be really expensive and it's hard to find people who like to skate on ponds.

I've recently notice that my rear has a seasonal tolerance as well. I would have thought that a little extra padding on the backside would make a spanking hurt less. In reality, I find when I am not as active, the spanking tends to hurt more. Is anyone else like that? I mean, in the summertime this überbrat is quite smug and tends to have brat inspiration moments while being spanked. In the winter I tend to squirm more and am almost contrite. Yes, I did say almost. ;-)

I am just curious if any other spankees have that problem as well, or if any spankers have noticed seasonal changes while spanking.

In other news, nothing makes me happier than watching a spanking implement be broken on my behind. It's like I'm bratting without even trying. It's my rear's way of saying: TAKE THAT! So here I am sharing a few inplements that have been damaged while being applied to my derriere:

Starting out simple, this is a paint stirrer from the Home Depot. It only took a couple swats to break on my rear, but I was swatted with it more out of fun than any type of actual spanking.

A wooden brush being applied vigorously to my behind did not have a chance this past summer!

Now the breaking of this lexan bathbrush surprised me. I mean, I thought lexan was suppose to be unbreakable!

This is my favorite 'broken' implement. This spanker actually claimed that his shoulder was sore after spanking me practically nonstop for two days. His number one mistake was telling me because of course I ran with it. By the end of the day I was telling people that he broke his shoulder on my rear. I even snuck this picture with my cellphone in order to add it to my broken implement collection! :-D

As more implements break, I'll be sure to add them to my collection! Until then, stay warm. :)

Happy New Years!

2009-01-07T19:11:00.004-05:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Okay, I know I'm about a week late, but I am attempting to clean the cobwebs off of my blog!

I had a nice New Years with my favorite spanker and he inspired a new blog on broken implements (what every brat likes to see!).

Until then, here is a photo of my brand new drop seat jammies to tie you over:

A Christmas Spanking!

2008-12-21T12:54:00.007-05:00

Here is a poem dedicated to all my Spanko friends. Have a very merry Christmas!

Twas the night before Christmas and awake was young Kat,

Letter from Santa

2008-12-13T21:09:00.002-05:00

This was too cute to pass up! I wrote an email to Santa, and this was his reply:

The Official "Naughty or Nice" Ranking
for Kat: Little Stinker

Dated this Saturday, December 13, 2008
At The North Pole

My Goodness, Kat!

You're a real little stinker aren't you! The elves have been talking for a while about whether they can find a lump of coal big enough for you!

I have to be honest with you Kat, at the rate you're going, it's not looking good for you this year... or next year... or the year after that... (*wink*). Mind you, Mrs. Claus and I have a funny feeling you rather enjoy being a scamp! (*wink*)

Merry Christmas!

Hmmmm... Santa can't seem to find a lump of coal big enough for me! Any suggestion on what he can give me instead? ;-)

Love our Lurker Swats!

2008-12-09T12:34:00.006-05:00

It was hard to take pics of the strapping when there were only two people and not a decent place to prop a cam! So, we took some pics of before during and after for your amusement!

Results after the first 10 swats...

Slowly getting redder...

I always said pink was my color...

After 61 swats... I could feel my bottom glowing!!!

Thanks for participating in Love our Lurkers Day! I hope that you will continue to leave comments on mine and other spanking blogs! We love to here from you. :)

Sneak Peak

2008-12-08T20:46:00.005-05:00

I'm having trouble uploading pics, but the L0L Strapping took place this weekend, and as soon as I figure out what is wrong, I will have the pics updated! :)

The Dean's Office Part I

2008-11-22T22:56:00.004-05:00

What do you get when you put a drama queen, a plaid skirt, and a man with a school paddle all together…?

A spanking good adventure!

The dean of students was working hard in his office when he heard a soft knock on his door.

"Come in," He said as the door slowly opened and a female student walked in head down, a look of guilt covering her entire face, holding a referral note in her hand.

"Ah, Miss O'Bryan," he said to the nervous girl, "is that a referral note in your hand young lady?"

Without saying a word, Kat handed the note to the dean and stared down at the floor.

Reading the referral, the dean said, "It seems that you were caught plagiarizing… would you care to explain yourself young lady?"

Looking down at the floor, Kat whispered, "I was caught cheating on my biology midterm paper."

"Oh really," the dean said looking intently at Kat. "Did you copy off of another student?"

"No sir," Kat whispered. "I printed it off of the internet."

"And why did you cheat," the dean asked?

"I'm not good at Biology," Kat explained. "If I didn't improve my grade I would be in trouble at home."

"Well young lady," the dean said sharply. "You're in trouble now! Plagiarism is a serious offense. Also, you were just recently in my office for gossiping and it looked as if serving detention didn't teach you the importance of behaving. It looks like we are going to have to use a stricter measure."

The dean reached into his desk and pulled out a wooden school paddle. "We do have a corporal punishment policy at this school, and you young lady have earned yourself a few swats with the school paddle."

Kat's eyes widened as the dean smacked the paddle onto his hand.

"You've never felt the school paddle before, have you Miss O'Bryan?"

Kat shook her head and continued staring at the paddle, a slight look of fear on her face.

"I want you to bend over with your elbows on the desk." The dean said guiding Kat over to the desk. "You have earned yourself 10 swats. Five will be on your skirt, five on your panties. You will count them aloud. If you miss a count or move out of position, we start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Kat whispered bending over the desk.

The dean rubbed the paddle lightly over Kat's skirt to focus her attention. "Are you ready?" He asked.

Kat nodded closing her eyes and bracing herself for the impact.

SMACK… Kat twitched slightly but stayed in place. "One sir."

SMACK "Two, sir."

SMACK "Three, sir."

SMACK "Ohhhhhhh… four sir."

SMACK "FIVE, SIR!"

Kat was breathing hard as the dean put the paddle down and lifted her skirt. Kat put her head down on the table in embarrassment as she remembered that she wasn't completely in uniform.

The dean paused as he noticed the pink and red hearts covering Kat's backside. "Young lady! Are these the appropriate uniform panties?"

"No sir," Kat whispered her face turning bright red. "I didn't think anyone would notice."

"You weren't expecting to be paddled today, were you?" The dean asked. "Well, young lady. Since you are not wearing the appropriate school uniform, you will be taking your last five swats on the bare.

Kat moaned slightly in embarrassment as she felt her panties being pulled down to her knees.

"Now young lady," the dean began sternly. "You will report to my office everyday for the next week for a panty inspection. If you do not have the appropriate uniform on, you will receive another 10 swats with the paddle on the bare. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir." Kat whispered down towards the desk.

"Good." The dean picked up the paddle again and rubbed it on Kat's bare behind. With a strong swing he brought the paddle down on Kat's bottom.

"OW! Six sir!!" Kat yelped from the impact.

SMACK "SEVEN SIR! " Kat blinked her eyes to keep back the tears.

SMACK "Eight, sir!" Her rear began to feel as if it was on fire.

SMACK "Nine, sir!" Kat was grateful it was almost over.

The dean paused for a moment before delivering his final swing, the hardest one of all.

SMACK "AHHH! Ten sir!" Kat whimpered as her toes lifted slightly and she fought hard to stay in place.

The dean had Kat stay bent over the desk for a few minutes as she caught her breath. He scribbled a note on the referral slip and carefully removed the top sheet. He pulled up Kat's panties and lowered her skirt.

"You may rise, Miss O'Bryan" He said to the soundly paddled girl. He handed Kat the referral sheet. "Be sure to have this note signed by your guardian and return it to my office tomorrow morning."

Kat groaned as she took the referral knowing her guardian will not be happy…

LoL Swat Count

2008-11-15T10:22:00.003-05:00

The Love our Lurkers count is finished! Just in time to prevent 'anonymous' there from another night of boredom.

So, my total comments for LoL Day... 51

Publikk's count... 1o (haha!)

All in all it will lead to a pretty decent strapping using Publikk's tool number III. We will be sure to take some before, during, and after pics and post them right here.

It will be pushed off until after Thanksgiving since I know I will never be ready to let my parents in on my little secret! It's a lot easier to hide that when they are hundreds of miles away! :-P

Thanks to everyone who participated in LoL Day by leaving comments on mine and everyone's blog. I still see that I have several lurkers out there and hope that someday you wont mind leavin' some love on my page.

I know, I'm a comment whore. No matter what, comments make me happy! :-D

LOVE OUR LURKERS!!

2008-11-11T11:04:00.010-05:00

Today is "Love our Lurkers" day, a shout-out to all of those who read our spanking blogs in secret. This day is in its 3rd year and was created by Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts. I am thrilled to be taking part this year especially since the first LOL day inspired me to come out of the spanking closet. Having been a lurker for several years, I can sympathize with those of you afraid to leave comments or admit to others that you are into spanking.

So, to encourage people to leave comments and become apart of our little community, for every comment left on this blog post, I will receive one swat from Publikk's trusty leather strap as well as post pics from the strapping.

I welcome all new friends, all suggestions, and any comments or "hey yous" you might have! :)

Achin' for a Spankin'

2008-11-01T19:09:00.008-04:00

I've had a very busy past couple of months that will hopefully calm down soon. Stress, working with idiotic rude people, random foreign house guests... it's been pretty crazy. All this has left me on the edge and raised my crankiness to an all time high. I am struggling with my job right now since I am not longer sure this is what I want to spend my life doing. When I am like this, there is only one thing that can calm me down:

Unfortunately I am in the middle of a dry spell and it looks like my frustration is going to continue for some time. To keep myself from turning cranky, bratty, and bitchy, I need to distract myself.

Therefore, I throw out the following question:

If you knew that you will not be pulled over anyone's knee for quite sometime, what would you do?

Pout? Cry?

OR...

Take advantage of the situation??

So! For the next couple of months I think I will 'get my brat on' until I am spanked again.

What are YOU going to do about it? ;)

My Favorite Spanker Has a Blog!

2008-10-27T19:16:00.003-04:00

I'm excited to promote a new blog being run by my favorite spanker. He is currently building it up but already has a few entries up showing off several of his implements as well as a great real life story. Please stop by and check it out!

http://ispank-publikk.blogspot.com/

The School Desk

2008-10-26T09:58:00.008-04:00

I'm a big fan of yard sales, garage sales, flea markets... any place where someone is selling their old crap. 99% of the time, you are unable to find anything. However, for that 1%, it can be a spanko's dream...

I was visiting my friend D and as we were heading home from the airport, we noticed a yard sale set up at the end of his street. D is also a fan of sales because one never knows what they might find. D pointed out a wooden chair and as we drove closer towards the sale we saw that it was an old wooden school desk. Now, if you were us, what would you have done?

For $10, we had a new toy:

So, for two people that enjoy role play spankings, this was better than gold and inspired our whole weekend!

Getting ready for school!

Reading magazines are more fun... unless you get caught!

Is this what you are going to use?

Bent over the desk

Eventually it was on the bare...

Then into the corner to think about it!

Well... with one quick rub!

I've been tagged

2008-10-25T23:11:00.003-04:00

Normally I hate these about me things, but I've been really bad at updating lately thanks to random house guests staying with me this past month. It is kind of hard to search through spanking photos with vanillas sitting 3 feet away from you. Thankfully everyone has left and I am back to having my home to myself again. Unfortunately I have been having a rough time at work and have been looking for ways to get out of my current job and find something new. I am very tired and it has been a stressful time for me, but hopefully things calm down shortly and I get all my ducks in row.

So, while I am working on a new spanking entry, here is some fun randomness thanks to Cookie's Tag to keep you amused:

The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I love the sound of rain on the roof and thunder in the distance.
2. The second toe on my right foot is longer than my right big toe, but the second toe on my left foot is shorter than the left big toe.
3. I was a foreign exchange student for one year in high school.
4. I'm allergic to fish.
5.I use to not only be a marching band geek, but I was the drum major.
6. I once stayed up for three days straight in college and had a psychotic episode.
7. I was given a Leopard Gecko when I was 13 years old and promptly named it 'Echo.' It is still alive 15 years later.

As for the 7 people to tag, I am going to follow Todd and Suzy's lead and let people volunteer to do this. ;) Who knows... maybe some people are just as bored as me.

Lastly I leave a quote. One that has been on my mind recently:

Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Louisa May Alcott

Vermont Country Store

2008-10-14T21:55:00.006-04:00

So my favorite spanker was in town for the weekend and in between the several spankings I endured, we decided to take a road trip out to the Vermont Country Store. Having read several references about the items sold there, I was very curious to see what we could find. The day was gray and a tad wet, but the leaves had started to change making the scenic drive through the mountains beautiful.

Once we arrived to the store, we quickly went in and began our...uh... search for interesting items. I personally have been a bit intrigued by "drop-seat" jammies and found a pair to try on. Unfortunately the only sizes on stock were Large and Extra Large, both of which were massive on me. D had much better luck finding a few items to add to his collection (and unhealthy obsession) of spanking implements. If you are friends with Publikk on either MySpace or Yahoo 360, be sure to check out his photo collection of spanking items. I mean, most people would collect stamps or baseball cards or something, but D just has to be different. Most of his items have been applied to my backside at one point or another, but there are still more to go!

Anyway,there was a bit of fun and silliness involved:

and then D decided to purchase the following items:

A leather fly swatter (didn't really feel like much)

We removed the ball and this paddle had a sharp surface sting!

I really HATE bathbrushes. Especially wooden ones with thick backs.

Of course D was just dying to try them out and I did not heed his warning when he stated "dont make me pull this car over!"

I personally think he was looking for ANY excuse to spank me. ;)

All in all we had a great time and it was nice outing for the two of us. However, If anyone is interest in making the trek, I would recommend looking online for items first. Once you get out there, there isn't much around to do or see.

Weekend Adventures...

2008-09-30T19:35:00.003-04:00

Once upon a time...

Two spankos piled into a car and drove to Vermont...
Their adventure led them to a well known store known for it's old fashioned items...

And some how a girl ended up wearing dropseat jammies in a dressing room...

To be continued...

Cause For Paws

2008-09-22T21:54:00.003-04:00

I've been horrible about keeping up with my blog this month. Unfortunately September is a ridiculously busy month for me at work and I've been working 12 hour weekdays as well as a putting in some time on Saturday mornings. The results? One cranky, spank deprived Kat. I am taking a moment break though to encourage everyone to visit Pixie's blog and help her out with Cause for Paws. If you can find it in your heart to help her help her local animal shelter, please visit her site!

I do have a weekend of spankings planned, so hopefully work will die down and I'll be able to catch up soon!

Shadow Lane IV

2008-09-14T20:39:00.007-04:00

D and I spent a good chunk of Friday afternoon having some spanking fun which kind of eased me into getting ready for the Newbies party at 5pm. As always, I was a nervous wreck at the prospect of meeting new people. My fears were not erased after being introduced to a woman also named Kat (or Cat, I don't know the spelling :-P). It was intended to be a fun introduction as a "Kat meet Kat" let the chuckles roll. This woman however said, "Yeah, well I've been Kat for the past 6 years!" Not really being the confrontational type, I decided not to point out the fact that at the age of 27 I've been known in life as Kat much longer than 6 years. D and I ended up sitting at a table with a group of nice gentleman and the introductions began. Keeping quiet but being sure to smile a lot, I man came up and asked if the seat next to me was free. Not wanting to be rude, I said of course not and sealed my fate for a horrific experience. Polite chitchat and smalltalk brought out the question of how D and I met. When we announced that we actually started talking thanks to MySpace, the man next to me announced that if he had a computer, he would most likely be arrested. A nervous laugh went across the table until the man proceeded to tell us this story about a teacher friend of his who was arrested for looking at pictures of child pornography. Our table was pretty much horrified as the man could not understand why if it was out there, what is the harm of looking? The other people at our table were quick to disagree with him when the man announced, where is the line? 14? 15? I came out of my horrified trance and glared at him as I said, "18! The line is 18!"

I moved my chair closer to D and quickly began chugging my beer as I encouraged him to do the same. Luckily the man decided to move and talk to other people. I was begining to relax when he returned and I leaned over to D and said, "please, let's go back to our room!" D nodded, finished his drink and we said our goodbyes and headed back up to our room. One good thing about that horrific experience, the horror of that man manage to form an unspoken bond between the people at our table. We managed to be able to talk to those people the remainder of the weekend.

I know that many people would have encouraged me to stick the newbies party out, but I was nervous enough at just BEING in Vegas. Since we had some time before the Vendor's Fair, D and I decided to have some fun. How were we going to spend it? The answer is in the following photos:

However, I knew the panties would come down.

The after spanking showing of the "Fun Panties" (As D called them)

Well, they are pretty fun! ;)

Shadow Lane III

2008-09-13T11:54:00.008-04:00

What better way is there to be woken up than by a sound spanking??? Friday morning started off with a smack and some spanking fun before we decided we better get up and get some breakfast food before they switch to the lunch buffet. With a bit of good timing, D and I manage to get there for the end of the breakfast buffet and the start of the lunch buffet. After a nice brunch, the two of us headed back up to our room to get ready for our day.

Remember how I mentioned we started the morning with a sound spanking? Not to mention the spanking from the night before... Well in our haste to get some food, we kind of forget to put certain implements away. Now, a brush and a belt does not scream SPANKING IMPLEMENT to the average vanilla eye, but even a blind vanilla can figure out what a few paddles and strap lying about means. Just to make it a bit worse, D and I were not on the same floor as the shadowlaners. Granted we were in Vegas and the hotel maids have probably seen everything, we were just not prepared to be 'caught' as we entered our room with a maid already in it. Walking around the corner from the elevator we noticed that the maid's cart was right outside our open door. Turning around and heading back to the elevator, we decided to head down to the casino for a bit to give the maids time to clean the room, move on, and let us sneak back in. At least that way they wont be able to put a face on those kinksters on the third floor!

Of course we are laughing as we head back downstairs! But this little brat had a few tricks up her sleeve. With D having the only key, the glitz of the casino distracted me and I walked away from D and managed to lose him. Not a very smart move considering I was making a Top worried! ;-) After making a few trips around the casino, we managed to find one another and a quick wag of the finger and I knew I had a spanking awaiting me when we got back up to our room!

Shadow Lane Part II

2008-09-07T16:23:00.018-04:00

Walking back into the hotel I kept my eyes peeled for spankos that I knew would be arriving into town shortly. Sure enough as we headed to the elevators I spotted Richard Windsor hanging out entertaining a group of spankos with his witty antidotes. This is where alcohol is my friend. A sober Kat would have buried her shy head into D's shoulder and dragged him quickly to the elevator. A slightly drunk Kat grabbed his hand and headed straight to the group. It is a decision that I am grateful for because it ended up making my whole weekend a bit easier. Talking with Rich he made sure to tell us about a small party taking place up on the ninth floor. Feeling a bit adventures D and I agreed to stop by and say hello.

Being a fan of Todd and Suzy's blog the American Spanking Society, I was looking forward to the chance to meet them. D and I walked into their room and after some quick introductions I found myself being sucked into my own world of nervousness and shyness. D was great in the fact that he can begin conversations and quickly I lightened up (or it may have been the beer from earlier!). I've never been spanked before other people before and I must say, the thought was very intriguing to me. Never having been to a spanking party before, I wasn't sure what was appropriate. I observed a few spankings going on around me, and decided to let my inner brat shine by making a couple smartass remarks as well as pulling out my pout. Apparently it worked because soon I was asked by Bill (of Cinema Swats) if he could spank me. I agreed and was soon pulled over his knee for my first spanking party spanking.

There is one thing about me. See, where most girls are contrite when pulled over someone's knee... the brat in me just comes out. Bill is a nice man, but he was going very easy on me. To make things more interesting, I decided to ask if I could have something to read. That helped a little bit. Soon my attention was drawn to my nails and I decided to announce that I should have gotten a manicure before flying to Vegas. Little did I know that during this time D was admiring Todd and Suzy's collection of implements. I could see that my remarks were begining to inspire all the tops in the room, and little did I know I would soon be on the receiving end of many spanks from the people in the room.

When Bill finished D decided that my 'warm up' was over and it was time for me to feel a real spanking. At this point I don't even remember what he was using but I'm sure he will gladly remind me shortly. A little flushed and a little sore, he managed to slow my remarks down a tad. With him I only asked if I could have some water. It is important to keep yourself hydrated after all!

Moving back over to the couch D and I enjoyed the small talk going on around the room in between the random spankings. Something I did or said, or perhaps it was just a bratty look inspired Todd to take a crack at my crack (get it? Haha, I CRACK me up... okay, enough of the puns). Todd is a tough spanker and where I do feel that he was going a bit easy on me, I did manage to brat myself to a harder spanking. A few of his swats even managed to get me to stop giggling for a few moments. Truth be told, I like spankings that have a bit of a bite to them and Todd was more than happy to oblige.

After my third spanking in a row I was looking forward to a breather and sat myself on the side of the bed. It was great talking with Todd and Suzy, Rich and D listening to the chatter and gossip of the spanking world. It felt so free to be able to discuss spanking so openly with others as oppose to a couple whispers and a furtive look around the room to make sure no one is listening in!

I thought my spankings for the night would be over (well... until D got his hands on me again) but another first year shadow laner popped into the room. I feel REALLY bad about this but I can't remember his name even though I bumped into him several times over the course of the weekend. (If you are reading this, please leave me a comment because it was great meeting you and I would love to keep in touch!)

Anyway, like a gentleman he striked up a conversation with me and we had a few laughs before he asked if he could spank me. I agreed and went over his knee for another brisk spanking. Respecting my wishes of not being bruised, he gave me a firm spanking on the bed. At this point, to my annoyance, a man who was lurking in the corner of the room and not saying anything announced to my spanker that I wasn't even flinching. Well, not that it was any of his business but I don't really flinch. Much to my pleasure, my spanker announced that I didn't do anything that DESERVED a flinch. Mr. Creapy Lurker replied with "I just saw her flick you off!" At the point I raised my head and said, "If I was going to flick him off, I would be sure he saw it!" Case and point, here is a picture that D took of me right before paddling my behind:
So please, if you are at a spanking party and are observing a spanking that you have nothing to do with, please butt out! Had this been a spanking where I was blatantly making comments to the room, then by all means join in the fun. Having been spanked four times through out this party, I was glad that the spanker was being conscientious and for once I was keeping my mouth shut, a sure sign that I was beginning to reach my limit.

Shortly thereafter we East Coasters were feeling the affect of the time change and D and I said our good byes and headed back to our room. D checked for damaged and applied some arnica to my backside but luckily no bruising was occurring. I love the fact that the four tops who spanked me had excellent technique and prevented my behind from looking like ground meat! Since there was no bruising, D decided that meant he could give me a thorough bedtime spanking and an exhausted Kat managed to fall asleep on D looking forward to the rest of their weekend in Vegas.

Shadow Lane Part I

2008-09-06T18:34:00.006-04:00

Phew! A long week is finally over and I have a bit of time to sit down and actually write about my adventures in Vegas at this year's Shadow Lane party. It's not easy to come back to work after a long vacation and September is a busy month for me as well. I came home last night exhausted and ended up falling asleep early and sleeping in late today. Jet lag and having to focus at work are not a good combination!

As I said in an earlier blog, I wasn't really suppose to even go to Shadow Lane this year. It's not cheap flying across the country but luckily it ended up working out after all. I ended up leaving a day earlier than planned since I was flying standby. My friend who gave me the ticket told me that I would probably not be able to get a seat on Thursday and since I had enough stress with trying to get home on Sunday, I decided to fly out Wednesday and just enjoy the night.

I had never been out to this part of the country and lucky for me I had a window seat and a clear view. I loved how flying into Vegas really showed a city popped up in the middle of the desert! I didn't realize that the strip was near the airport and a huge smile came upon my face as I saw an Egyptian pyramid and the Eiffel Tower popped up on the same street. A quick ride on the free shuttle and I showed up at the hotel ready to begin my adventure. I would love to say that the moment I walked through the door I was spotted as a known spanker and instantly hit it off with everyone at the party. Of course, reality prevails and I went up to my room and hid for a while. Eventually I got the courage to walk around the casino and get some food hoping to spot someone who looked like a possible spanko, but unfortunately without our paddles and straps we blend in quite well. Exhausted from my trip, I went back to my room and watched a bit of the democrat national convention and fell asleep listening to the news.

Thursday morning I woke up to a surprise message. D managed to get on an early morning flight and was arriving in around 11am. Instead of spending my first full day in Vegas by myself, I would get to spend it with one of my favorite people. I did a little happy dance and and squealed when I heard the knock on my door. D came in and of course I was instantly spanked as a welcome to Vegas. After a quick nap the two of us hopped the shuttle and went to the strip.

Las Vegas is the most ridiculous city I have ever been to... and I LOVE it. Trying to forget that is was 108 degrees, we walked up the strip and headed first into the Paris/French wanna be casino. I'm sure there is an official name for it, but that is what I remember it as. D and I looked around for a Blackjack table with a minimum bet affordable for normal people, and ended up heading back outside. Heading down the strip the heat began to get to us so we decided to stop in this little Irish pub for a beer. After much talk and laughter, thanks to the heat and lack of food the two beers were starting to hit me. D ran to the bathroom and I was getting myself ready to leave when the bartended pour me another beer and announced that it was on him. Well, who am I to say no to free beer? D comes back and sees me with another beer and has to get one for himself! We leave the beer a lot loopier and oddly enough the heat is no longer bothering us. We continued our journey of the strip but heading into excaliber (the perfect place for a princess like me!) and New York, New York. Another beer, some slots, and settling for a not so cheap table, we decided to get a frozen drink for the walk back to the shuttle being lured by a promise of 99 cent margaritas. We assumed margaritas meant mexican food, but off course nothing makes sense in Vegas so we settled for a steak. Looking back the two of us must have been rather entertaining. Sipping extremely strong mini-margaritas (miniritas?) at one point I think I lost my shoe under the table. We finished up and headed out for the shuttle for the ride back to the hotel.

Back to the real world

2008-09-02T18:56:00.006-04:00

I made it back from the Shadow Lane Party and had a blast! Unfortunately my vacation is also over and I had to go back to work today. :( I promise to write more about the actually party but right now the vanilla life has to take priority. Here are some silly photos that were taking from our hotel room over the past few days, and hopefully by Friday I'll be caught up with work (as well as sleep).

An ouch in the corner

Live from Vegas plus a Bratting 101

2008-08-29T17:07:00.008-04:00

I made it to Vegas! :-D I got in Wednesday night and pretty much just wandered the hotel a bit, got some food, and passed out on my bed. Luckily Thursday was a lot more interesting! D arrived Thursday morning and after a keep grampa nap we were ready to hit the strip. I've never been to Vegas before so the ridiculousness was amazing for me! We walked up the strip going into the different casinos and learning the hard way why walking in 108 heat and drinking is not the smartest thing ever! Coming back we ran into Richard Windsor and was invited up to Todd and Suzy's (A.S.S.) room for some spanking and fun. It was so nice meeting everyone and Todd can give a nice wallop!

So, pictures were taken and even a short video which will eventually be up at some point! Right now I need to get ready for the vendor fair but I did type out a blog on the plane ride here which is posted below!

Be back on Monday!

Post from Wednesday:

I made it to Vegas! Well… actually I am writing this blog entry on the plane to Vegas. What better way to spend my time and possibly shock the nosy old lady sitting behind me who keeps leaning forward to see what I am doing. That’s right you old bat, I know what you are doing!

I did have a slight scare on my first flight. They boarded us on the plane, went through the safety demo, and even moved five feet before stopping the plane and informing us that we would be sitting on the runway for about an hour. Since an hour was the amount of time I had between my two flights, I instantly began my nervous habit of chewing on my thumbnail. Luckily we were only sitting on the runway for 45 minutes and the predicted one hour flight only took a half hour. I was able to comfortably walk to my gate and hop on the plane right away.

Well, they didn’t put me in first class L but they did give me an entire row to myself. I’ve stretched my legs out over 3 seats and am leaning on the window. There is no in-flight movie, so I’ve decided to amuse myself with writing a new Bratting 101 post dedicated to Richard Windsor.

Lesson Two: The Joys of Photoshop

It came to my attention that ol’ Houndog posted a little message on the Shadow Lane message board stating that he wished to discuss a Photoshop picture with a certain überbrat rumored to be making a Vegas appearance. He even posted a picture of himself as the Naked Cowboy. As much as I would LOVE to take credit for such a brilliant piece of bratting, that particular picture was created by none other than Sarah Angel. I can understand why noodle arm would be confused. With so many brats attacking him at different angles, it’s hard to keep it all straight. It’s okay to be a little on the slow side Pups, we still love you! ;-)

Sarah's Brilliant Work

Not that I am 100% innocent from Photoshop adventures! Far from it! If Ol’ Houndog wants to “discuss” pictures, may as well give him something to talk about!

See, Photoshop and even Paint are wonderful tools for high tech bratting. Inspiration can be pulled from many things. For example, say your target had an unfortunate mishap that involved his apartment flooding. Don’t you think he would need a life jacket? Or perhaps they posted a ridiculous picture of themselves just BEGGING to be made over. So now that we have a couple ideas, let’s begin.

Step 1: A picture of your target.

I have decided to use the following pictures for this particular exercise:

Step 2: Find a photo that fits your idea
Hmmmm… sticking with the flood idea, perhaps a life jacket… maybe a boat… maybe both! :-D

Let’s see… cowboy hat, cowboy hat… He must have secret dreams of the wild wild west. Or perhaps he just likes cheesy glitzy accessories!

Step 3: Cut and Paste

Cut out your target’s head and place it into the new photo, or cut and paste new accessories onto the current photo:

Step 4: Sharing

Once you have finished your masterpieces, be sure to upload them to Photobucket and share them with the world! MySpace is a great source where you can post your pictures as comments for everyone to see! In fact, why stop at MySpace? Post the pictures to your blogs! E-mail them as attachments! Leave multiple comments about the pictures and advertise the links to them.

Moral of the story: Don’t post stupid pictures of yourself for others to steal!

Let’s see if dear Mr. Windsor catches this post before the weekend is over!

(Insert evil grin here)

This just keeps getting CRAZIER!

2008-08-26T23:59:00.004-04:00

Ok, new plan! Instead of flying out to Vegas on Thursday, I am flying out TOMORROW! I found this out two hours ago and have been running around like crazy! So if anyone is going to be out in Vegas Wednesday or Thursday, please be on the look out for me. I will be the redhead with purple glasses and a slightly dazed look on her face!

I will have my computer with me but if I have a lot of time to blog this weekend, I will be truly depressed!

I promise to have plenty of stories and pictures up when I get back and I'll drop a little note on here to say if I even made it out there in the first place!

SO! Keep your fingers crossed!

VIVA LAS VEGAS!

Taking a gamble

2008-08-26T01:15:00.006-04:00

See, most people gamble while IN Las Vegas. Me? My gamble is getting to and from Vegas!

As pretty much everyone in the spanko world knows, this weekend is the annual Shadow Lane party. I've never been . I remember discovering it when I was 19 years and I first began to look at spanking related webpages. I remember back then thinking "how cool" but never knowing if I would have the guts to go. When I came out of the spanking closet, my courage grew and I became jealous of all the people going. However, planning and saving is not my strong point. I resigned myself to another year of jealous pouting wondering what I will do with all my favorite internet buddies living it up for the weekend.

Or so I thought...

Talking with a friend this past weekend, a little fire of determination began to burn inside me. He has a room anyway, he's a great friend who I love to spend time with, AND we would at least be guaranteed a spanking partner. Looking up last minute flights wasn't working in my favor, but fate surprised me with a last minute option.

At about 12:30am Sunday morning, my best friend called me. Her brother happens to work for Continental Airlines but will sadly be laid off soon. With the deadline coming up, he happened to have several buddy passes that he would not be able to use in time. So, instead of having them go to waste they were offered to me. Suddenly the impossible seemed VERY possible. I was so excited that night I tossed and turned barely able to sleep a wink. Can I do really do this? Do I have the guts to do this? Will I make it there? More importantly, will I make it home????
All night long I pondered this and decided, what the hell? It doesn't hurt to at least try!

The long process began on Sunday. First off, I am flying standby so I am not guaranteed a flight anywhere. We had to start searching flights and make sure that we would be able to get me out of there. I have to first get myself to either Cleveland, Houston, or Newark since those are the only 3 airports that Continental has flights in and out of Vegas. Looking at the available seats on the different flights, Newark looks to be my best bet. Once I get to Newark, it is the waiting game to see if I can get myself on a flight to Vegas. Luckily the chances are promising and will put me in sometime before midnight Vegas time.

Here is the scary part. Where getting me to Vegas looks good... getting HOME is the gamble. There are two flights that look promising for me, and they both fly into Cleveland. The first flight is at 7:00am Sunday morning (I know, groan... I wont be sleeping at all the night before). The second promising flight is the redeye that leaves Vegas at 11:30pm and gets into Cleveland at 6:30am. No matter which flight I get on, I can't catch a flight home until Monday morning. Luckily, I happened to have been born in Cleveland and a friend will let me crash at her place Sunday night if I get on the morning flight. If I don't get on that flight... it will be a long day of people watching at the airport.

If I don't get on either flight... I may have a huge problem. I have to work Tuesday morning, and I don't think my boss will be impressed if I miss our mandatory safety training because I became stranded in Vegas. So I'm asking for everyone to keep their fingers crossed that I not only make it out to Vegas in the first place, but more importantly I make it home too!

I'm very giddy and shocked and bouncy at the moment. I'm not a gambler so flying standby to the other side of the country is a big thing for me! My first casino experience was on a cruise ship in 2005 where I stuck 3 quarters into a slot machine and one $100. Where as others continue to play, I took that as a sign to quit and get a massage with the money won! Taking this chance may be crazy, but the story to tell will definitely be worth it! So this is officially the craziest thing I have ever done. If anyone reading this is going to Shadow Lane, look me up just to see if I managed to make it there in the first place!

My possible flight route???????

Thanks for the Shout Outs! :)

2008-08-23T22:41:00.006-04:00

Yesterday I was doing my daily procrastination/internet blog fix and realized that within the past week my blog hits have sky rocketed. I was a little stunned and confused since I know that I do not tend to come up in google searches thanks to the blogger content warning that I have set up. While checking out a few of my favorite spanking blogs, I was touched to find that a few of them have not only linked my little blog to their sites, but also wrote little blurbs about it/me!

So I extend a big thank you out to Todd and Suzy of the American Spanking Society for writing a very sweet "wink" about me, Chross for listing one of my posts as a spanking of the week, and Cookie for linking me in one of her blog postings. If you are sent here by another blog, please let me know. I would like to thank those who take the time to mention me.

As a relatively shy person in my vanilla life, I was taken aback by my sudden popularity. However, the attention seeking brat loves it. :-P I do hope that people are enjoying my ramblings and please feel free to leave comments and thoughts. They do make me happy!

The Art of Bratting

2008-08-20T22:20:00.008-04:00

It's been a year now since I quit lurking in the spanko world and it began simply enough with a myspace account. However, through out this past year I have received some of the most ridiculous correspondences. Granted I could fill a blog with idiotic comments, but I received one today that got me thinking.

Let me point out one thing first: I like to be spanked. I'm sure everyone reading this blog is thanking Captain Obvious for pointing out that small fact.

I promise that there is a point to today's ramblings. Since it is so obvious that I like to be spanked, I seemed to have opened myself to the most random comments, requests, and questions. Looking back at a few of my "favorites" being saved for a rainy day blog, I noticed that the majority of these comments are from the "überdoms", or men who assume that all female spankees are into submitting to their every will.

Now before I am attacked for my opinions, I believe bdsm is a personal choice for those who wish to partake. Believe me, I have no right to judge other people's wishes and desires. However, it is not for me. One thing, I am NOT submissive. I hate being told what to do, I wont let myself be dominated without a bit of a fight (even if it is just playful), and I am so stubborn that I will go to extremes to prove myself right. What cracks me up is when I receive emails or messages from men telling me what they will do to me. Most of the time I ignore the messages, but sometimes I can't help but respond. For example, one man sent a comment to me saying that I needed to have a talk with his hairbrush. I sent back a picture of a hairbrush that was cracked on my rear and the message "this is what happened the last time a hairbrush tried to 'talk' to me."

I personally enjoy the 'art of bratting'. To me there is nothing more fun than being pulled over someone's knee for teasing, joking, or poking fun. Bratting is also a fun way to let a top know that their weenie arm is not getting their point across!

So for some fun, I've decided to start a series of posts entitled "Bratting 101." Whereas I am not a fan of 'over' bratting, I do enjoy a little bit of tongue-in-cheek here and there and if an opportunity arises, I would be stupid not to take advantage of it!

So I will begin Bratting 101 with a personal story that I do hope leads to comments and adventures of other fun bratting techniques.

Lesson One

Recently I spent a weekend visiting my favorite spanker. Besides the fact that he can give a good spanking and I can take a good spanking, he has a great sense of humor and gets 'inspired' by my random brattiness.

With both of us being admitted computer addicts, it wasn't surprising that we would both be online while drinking our morning coffee. A mutual friend happened to sign on so I decided to take the opportunity to get my 'brat' on early. I instantly started chatting with our friend and perhaps made it very obvious that I was making fun of D. To make it even MORE bratty, I wouldn't let him see what we were talking about. D being sneaky went online himself to try and figure out what was being said. Of course brats stick together so it was fun watching his slight frustration as he tried to figure out what we were doing. Since our mutual friend wasn't physically there but I was, D typed a message to her saying that I would be busy for a few moments. Pushing my computer away, I found myself being pulled over his lap for a good spanking.

Now my computer was pushed away from me, but D's computer was right next to my head. As he focused on the task at hand and started blah blahing some type of lecture, my focus quickly turned to his laptop. In his haste to pull me over his knee, D didn't bother to sign off of Yim. In fact, he didn't even bother closing the window of the chat he was having!

In all fairness, if you were in the same situation as me, what would you do???

Leaning over to his computer I quickly typed in the message "I'm a nerd" and hit send. I smiled with glee when I saw his name pop up proclaiming his nerdiness. Unfortunately for me, this was not the first time I've texted while being spanked and D quickly caught on to what I was doing. A short wrestling match ensued and I quickly found both of my arms pinned in the small of my back. However, once again my A.D.D. took over and I noticed the window flashing with a return message. Our friend typed back asking if I was texting while being spanked again. Of course I had to respond. I waited for the right moment and when I felt the grip on my wrists loosen, I slid my arms out and reached out to the computer to quickly type in yes. Of course it was another wrestling match but I was able to successfully type out my response before once again having my wrists pinned behind my back.

Moral of the story: always log out when a brat is in the house.

Yes, that is me giving a one finger salute with a freshly spanked bottom.
I guess some gals never learn! ;)

A Weekend of Spankings

2008-08-18T13:44:00.009-04:00

I am back home after a WONDERFUL weekend. I will eventually write a proper post about it but right now my body is all out of whacked thanks to having to head back to my vanilla job this morning. *Sigh* Eventually we have to come back into the real world. Luckily the fun and the memories are there with the aid of about 80 new spanking pics on my computer. ;-)

Friends are amazing in any shape and form, but having a close spanko friend is just that extra cherry on top of a brownie fudge sundae. So to my special spanko friend (who I know stalks my blog ;-) ), thank you for an amazing weekend!

Until I am motivated to write more about my weekend spankfest, here are a few pictures:

PJs, Pigtails, and some cornertime

Can I come out yet?

Fine, I'll quit peaking!

I really liked the pattern of the shirt with the boyshorts. I'm a nerd, I know.

Nice and cozy!

Cooling off the bottom... I think I am going to turn this picture into a Valentine's Day Card!

I
YOU!

EDIT*****************************************

I played around with my pic... how about this for a V-day card? (Yes I am well aware that it is the middle of August!)

I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane...

2008-08-13T15:11:00.010-04:00

I am leaving town once again tomorrow, but this time for not so vanilla reasons! ;-) I will be meeting up with a great spanko friend this weekend, so expect more pictures and more stories. I mean, I need to keep this blog interesting SOMEHOW!

So I have decided that I want to go back to school. However, in order to be able to afford that, I need a decent amount of money in the form of grants, fellowships, and assistantships. In order to get THAT, I need to score pretty high on the GRE which I plan to take this September. It's been four years since I received my undergraduate degree, so I'm a little nervous about getting back into student study mode. I started out strong learning the ridiculous amount of vocabulary and reviewing math concepts that I haven't used since middle school (because let's face it... math is NEVER actually used in the real world) but soon enough, my old habits of procrastination and lack of motivation have taken over.
In order to find some type of motivation for myself, I asked my friend to give me a hand. Now, we had joked about playing some type of "educational" game with my flashcards. For every word that I miss, I will be paddled with his school paddle. For some extra inspiration, words that being with the letters E-H (the words I haven't wanted to study) will be worth double swats. I stupidly agreed because 1.) I am very competitive and 2.) Since I am risking up to 150 swats with a school paddle, I'm more likely to take this seriously. As much as I pretend the school paddle doesn't bother me, I don't know if my behind is that tough.

So, does that mean I have spent the day looking at my flashcards??? Nope, of course not. Instead I've been playing with the self timer on my camera. Pixie inspired me with her latest series of pictures, unfortunately I am not as gifted as she is. However, I do hope you enjoy my procrastination fun!

I call this one "Kat Nap". I didn't realize my kitty was chilling on one of my pillows!

If you notice, my flashcards are still on the bed. I believe in learning through osmosis!

Perhaps a bit of red would help me actually pick the cards up! :-P
I'm not sure where the rest of my body went!

I accidentally knocked the camera over on this picture, but it came out pretty cool even though it's not the pose I wanted!

Tops For Sale

2008-08-10T18:29:00.005-04:00

While chatting with fellow brat Sarah Angel, the discussion quickly turned to how we wish that we could have the money to attend this year’s Shadow Lane party. In thinking of schemes to help us out, we came up with the thought of auctioning off tops to the highest bidder. The catch is, we would auction them as bottoms and forget to mention that small fact to them. That way when a 400 pound trucker named Hank bids on Sarah Angel’s husband, we could quickly run away with the money and have fun.

So this got us thinking… more to see the look on a Top's face, which top would you secretly donate to our cause? Which top do you think we could make the most money off of? Would we get more money auctioning tops as bottoms or as tops? Do brats just see things differently in the spanko world? What do you tops think of our brilliant idea?

Who knows, maybe with enough support to our cause Sarah and I will make it to Vegas this year after all.

On the Road Again...

2008-08-06T20:12:00.004-04:00

I'm off! My mother guilted me into coming home this weekend so I will be offline for most of it. I just need to break it to my kitties that they will not be coming along!

Until then, here is a story about a real life role playing situation that I took part in a couple of weeks ago! I wish everyone a great weekend!

What do you get when you put a drama queen, a plaid skirt, and a man with a school paddle all together…?

A spanking good adventure!

Being a drama queen at heart, I am always up for role playing. Anything that allows me to scratch at my acting bug and dress up is always good in my book. The following situation is a fictional scene created by me and a friend as we role played a little adventure: