“What are you gonna do?
Give me a crack on the ass?” my high-pitched, three year old voice
rang out amongst those sleeping before getting on the red eye in the
airport. I had been sleeping on the plane and was all wound up
while everyone else was trying to get some well-needed rest. This
was the first of many instances I tried to brazenly get my Dad or
some other adult to spank me. My scheme didn’t pan out to me
getting spanked, yet it is not only my first spanking memory, but my
first life memory as well. This attests to the fact that I was, in
my opinion, born with it.
As seems to be a par for
the course with the spanking world I spent my childhood cherishing
tidbits and scraps of media that portrayed anything about or related
to spanking. Children’s books, comics, cartoons, playing house,
etc. So many other spankos I’ve talked to have shared similar
experiences. It’s easy to feel like you know someone when you’ve
both gone through a time in your childhood where you looked up the
word “Spanking” six hundred times in the dictionary, enough to bend
the spine to give away what page you were viewing if anyone decided
I remember my first real
fantasy was about, of all things, a spanking machine! I was
probably four years old and staying at my aunt’s house for a few
days. She had this massive body pillow that I liked to snuggle
with, and it was the inspiration for the fantasy. I had laid myself
down its length with my legs straddling it, propping up my small
bottom. I pictured the pillow as a bench with a hand suspended above
it, looking all sophisticated and machine-like. I then imagined I
was strapped to it and someone was talking and saying, “…this is
what happens when little girls are naughty”. They then decided on
the number of spanks the hand would give me, et cetera. I would do
this probably 5 times a week (minimum)!
My fantasies always did,
and still mostly do, center around domestic discipline. Things like
daddy/daughter, mommy/daughter, and the like. I liked the parental,
comforting atmosphere these brought. I eventually have branched out
into some more intense and extreme forms of spanking, but that
domestic aspect is still my first and primary love.
By the time I was five, I
had begun to look at the world through proverbial spanking goggles.
I was on the lookout for it anywhere, and when it did come into
mention my whole body would tingle right to my toes! It was as
though the word “spank” itself held an electric current and it was
like touching a live wire to hear it. I was about 6 when I realized
the easiest way to get spanked by other kids….play house. It wasn’t
THAT simple, however, since I still had a hard time getting spanked
even playing “the kid”. I like to think it was because I was
simply so adorable that even other kids’ melted and became blind to
my (sometimes extreme) naughtiness! I did manage to get spanked
though…by being “the dog”! I would bite the other kids or knock
things over and get a newspaper on my behind. No lie.
I was a VERY naughty
child. I was the little girl version of Dennis the Menace. And the
strange thing about it is I was almost NEVER spanked. What made it
stranger is being the second youngest in five children, I was
literally the only one who didn’t get it! Adorable, I tell ya.
One memorable occasion
when I was about 9 years old, does come to mind. I hated math class
as did my best friend in the world, Sophie. Sophie and I decided,
therefore, that we would run away during recess. We planned it all
out the night before we carried out the plan over the phone. I
packed three matches, a tube of burn cream, a can of spaghetti-o’s
and a blanket. Recess time, the next day. The whistle blew for
everyone to come inside and we took off, bags in hand, for the
parking lot. And we MADE it!
We sneaked amongst the
cars until we reached the edge of the parking lot, where suddenly
the milk truck turned into the driveway and….damn it….saw us. He
told the AID, who came out to get us. We were taken back to the
principal’s office and our parents were called.
I had never seen my daddy
so mad before. He was quiet the whole way home besides expressing
his disbelief that I was ten feet from trying to cross a five lane
highway by myself. When we got home he didn’t even blink, he
grabbed my arm, took me upstairs and pulled my pants off. Then my
panties. I was hysterical…this didn’t happen!!!! He put me over his
knee and used his hand to smack my bottom maybe fifteen times before
laying me down for a nap. In retrospect...it was awesome.
I will save all other
detailed instances for my blogging endeavors!
At age 11, I was lying in
bed, reading a book that had a spanking reference in it…that page
took a LONG time to read. My other hand was inadvertently doing
what it always does, shoving itself down my pants to explore (I
STILL have this issue). And I had my first and most amazing ever
orgasm….while reading that page. That’s when spanking became
All through middle school
and high school I went on, sniffing out spanking tidbits, trying to
get boyfriends to put me over their knees, and imagining my dykey
softball coach smacking my young bottom over her lap after
practice! At age 14, my parents found my stash of printed stories
and pictures and fantasies I’d written under my bed. My dad was
strangely quiet and my mom ranted at me and told me I needed help!
I burned the pile in shame….only to have rebuilt it about a month
later. Who was I kidding?
Finally….after my first
year in college….I’m turned 18. My world…opened…up. On my birthday
I met my first spanker, who I had, in very bad form, been conversing
with while underage. He gave me my first real spanking….it’s a
story in and of itself. It was amazing. I was hooked…addicted. For
the next two years, I played with more people than its necessary to
be called a bit obsessed! I met men (and eventually women) in hotel
rooms, always making them pay, and rarely following up with them
again. It became a real physical need and a high to meet them
without knowing them!
Until I met Michelle.
My soon-to-be-disciplinarian. My “mommy” , if you will. She put
an end, over the next year or so to my wild, unchecked ways. And I
found in her a sort of maternal safety zone that I still have a need
for. It was a great match. But I outgrew her eventually…it’s
actually quite recent in my timeline.
I went to Europe for an
internship and came back as Abigail Whittaker. In making my
decision to shoot my first video with Firmhandspanking, I had been
drinking a lot of hard cider at a pub on Whittaker Street in
London. I had met up with my now VERY close friend, Samantha
Woodley and we bonded and…she convinced me. And I’ve been going
full force and not looking back since then. Not sure where the
future will take me, but my love for spanking is glowing as brightly
as ever. I have met the woman of my dreams and have an amazing
spanking relationship with her… I’ll keep my biography updated as
life throws more at me.