First Spanking Shoot. . . Now Out!

I had a blast at my first spanking shoot. The content is now officially released on both RealSpankings and Realspankingsinstitute, and I am pretty happy with how they turned out. I hope all of you will join and check it out! Just go to the latest updates, and click on Sophie. :-)

Two of the three scenes I have done so far are out. The first was my “arrival” at the Institute for troubled girls and is a great caning scene in which I receive 12 of the best on my bare bottom. This was the last shoot of the day, and I had already received a hand spanking as well as a belting. Ouch! I was told that I opted to take the highest severity of spanking for a first time model. Being a die hard spanko really helps sometimes!
The second scene is my punishment profile on RealSpankings, and there you can see me get interviewed about my love of spanking, my experiences, and my fantasies. I also get spanked OTK by Betty, the regular female spanker for the site.

I had a lot of fun on this shoot and look forward to another one coming up soon. They always appreciate finding genuine spankos. I will most likely post more about this soon, but until then, go see the clips! Please. :-)

Is it Genetic?

Is there a spanko gene? It's easy to blame my relatives for my blue eyes, my red hair, and my height, but I've always wondered about what (or who) is responsible for me being a spanko. I mean, I can't remember a time when spanking wasn't on my mind. In the battle of nature vs nurture, I really have come to believe that nature had a part in this one.

Of course, I haven't the slightest idea of who in my family is also a spanko. Like many of you, I haven't shared my desire with my family, so I wouldn't expect them to share either. Frankly, I would be weirded out if they did. I don't think it's my mom. She caught me looking at a spanking website once and was thoroughly concerned for me because she thought I had gotten sucked into this demeaning mindset by strange older men. I doubt my older sister is one. She's newly married, and let's just say her new husband isn't Spanker material. It could have been my dad. He passed away five years ago, when I was 16, and we were very close. I caught him watching porn on our computer once or twice, but nothing spanking related that I can recall. Hmm... maybe my grandparents? Or maybe, I'm the start of a new trend myself.

It makes me wonder about my descendants. If and when I get married, I have pretty much concluded it will be to another spanko. I've tried vanilla relationships and was bored by date two. Is it more likely for two spankos to have offspring who will inherit said spank-happiness? Or is it completely random, a fluke that shows itself only rarely? I knew I should have paid better attention in my science classes. :-/

Coming Out of the Spanko Closet

While perusing through blogs, I came across Pixie's entry about Spanko Radar. This topic has always enthralled me, partly because of my own unwillingness to “come out” and be honest about my desire to be spanked. Sure, I'm completely outed online (even more so since being in videos and starting this blog) but I have yet to reveal this side of myself to any of my vanilla friends or acquaintances. I really don't think the majority of people would be highly offended. But I can pretty safely assume that some of them would be uncomfortable with it, and I don't want that to interfere with any future career opportunities, or otherwise valuable friendships.

Of course, then there's the argument that if someone can't accept you for who you really are, then they aren't worth conversing with anyway. It is true that the friendships I have made with fellow spankos and kinksters have been more satisfying and freeing in many ways. I love not having to censor myself when I want to make a spanking reference or feel like being a little bratty. If they're not open to that, though, I tend to carry the opinion that it isn't really their business. This is a personal passion of mine, and they may not understand the depth of it. One close girlfriend of mine is in the know, but she dismisses it as me being a little kinky, and nothing more. And I'm kind of okay with leaving it at that. I wouldn't expect her to understand, for instance, that I crave a severe discipline spanking that has no sexual undertones. She's not wired that way.

I realize, too, that I may be missing out on some opportunities by keeping my spanko-hood a secret. Who knows how many of my past boyfriends would have stepped up to the plate if only I had been brave enough to let them know I wanted a hard spanking? Some of my college classmates may even feel similar desires, and have no one to talk with about them. Is it worth it to take a chance? It's hard to know. My ex-boyfriend of three years (Malignus) made me buy a shirt that said “Only OTK” on the front in bold, black letters (we are both hard wired spankos). His logic was that if I wore the shirt around campus, only spankos would recognize the abbreviation for “over the knee”. Even though I knew this, I was terrified to wear the shirt, and could only make myself go through with it a handful of times. No one ever approached me, but I did notice some stares at the logo. I wonder how many of them went home and googled it?
What do you guys think? When, if ever, is it worth it to come out? Perspective is needed. :-)

Enjoying the Summer

One of my favorite Summer-time activities is hiking, and most of the time, I prefer to hike solo. It is my form of meditation, I guess. Being surrounded by all of the beautiful nature and smells (tree sap and pine needles mmm) can really clear my head and help me to see things more simply. Not to mention, it's a great way for me to mix up my exercise routine a little. The gym can get stuffy and crowded, even though the air conditioning is nice in such hot weather. On my last hike, I drove up through the hills until I found a deserted trail, and took my time walking through it as I enjoyed views such as this:

It seems, though, that the bugs wanted to keep me company during my alone time, and they got a little hungry. Seemingly, just for my right leg! I have been itchy for days now.
Hmm, maybe that would be a good scenario for a spanking video. Girl on a hike, who won't stop irritating her bug bites by scratching them, and complaining the whole way. It could be called “Altitude Adjustment”. :-D

It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, a Beautiful Day for a Spanking!

I have a fantasy. Okay, I have many fantasies, but this one has been with me for longer than the rest. :-) I have always wanted to live in a spanko neighborhood. An area of the world where every single inhabitant had the strong desire to spank, or be spanked. I have a strong preference for the male spanking female dynamic. Getting spanked by other females can be fun, at times, but in this fantasy, it's those naughty girls who are taken in hand by the men.

Can you imagine it? Rows of houses, with white picket fences and maybe well equipped woodsheds in the backyards. It would be a common sight to see an unruly young lady getting turned around for some swift, firm swats to her backside right in the middle of the street.

During a visit to a neighbor's house, it would not be unusual for two women to get in trouble together, and the closest man would be the one to take care of both of them, side by side. Welcome wagons filled with leather straps and arnica would replace the typical brownie plate for new neighbors.

Have any of you had this fantasy, or something similar? What other little tidbits were included in yours? Do tell!

Into the Woods- Part 2

Once we had hiked in far enough, B found a log to sit on and over his knee I went. He started off spanking me with his hand over my skirt, and I remember thinking to myself, “I thought this would hurt a lot more!”. He was being easy on me though, and after about a minute of that, he flipped up my skirt and started spanking a little harder over my panties. It stung, and I began to shift a little, causing him to pull me in against him more firmly. My mind was buzzing with thoughts: “Wow, this kinda stings. . .it's not so bad, though. . . I can't believe I'm actually getting a spanking!. . .this feels right, I like it here . . ow, that one hurt. . .I want more!” The spanking came to an end, though, and B sat me up on his lap to ask how I was doing. My dazed grin must have said it all, because he stood me up and told me to bend forward and place my hands on the log because he had something else for me to try (spanking-wise, get those minds out of the gutter!).

I did as he said and peeked back over my shoulder to see him picking up a long stick from the ground. I panicked slightly, but I trusted him by this point and kept my position. Tapping the switch against my pantied bottom, B snapped it down quickly, causing me to inhale sharply. It certainly felt a lot different than his hand, but I found myself with a similar desire for it to continue, to see just how much I could take, to feel the increasing warmth and sting in my backside. It hurt, and it felt so wonderful to me.

The switching was very short, and soon I stood up, rubbed my bottom, and let my skirt fall back down as we hiked down to our cars. That night, in bed, I remember feeling my bottom for the longest time, running my fingers up and down the slightly reddened skin, savoring the knowledge that I had recently been over someone's knee, skirt up, getting my naughty bottom spanked. I knew then that is was only the beginning.

Into the Woods

I'm going to be honest and admit that, like many people. I wasn't completely honest about my identity when I first started chatting on line. I was discovering what I liked and was nervous about meshing that world with my current, vanilla one. I told people I was older than I was and made up a profession so that I could feel safe about keeping the two worlds separate. While that worked for a while, I found that living two lives wasn't all that easy, or healthy. I had been talking to one man in particular (I'll call him “B”) who lived locally to me. Through my inconsistencies, B found out I was lying. He brought it up to me over chat and I, being the brave and upright girl that I am, promptly fled the conversation without so much as a goodbye.

Strangely enough, B ended up giving me my first spanking. :) Through email, he convinced me to talk with him on the phone, and it felt wonderful to be able to share my real self with someone who shared my interest in all things spanky. After several weeks of talking, we agreed to meet at a Barnes and Noble. Looking back on it now, I made some really unsafe decisions. I was seventeen, and was not willing to admit to anyone that I was meeting someone from the Internet. So I had no safety call, and no one knew my location. I have learned a lot since then.

Luckily, everything turned out well. We met and had coffee, and I was able to get over my shyness rather easily. B asked if I wanted to try getting a spanking. I remember finding the situation very surreal. Spanking was something I had thought and fantasized about for the majority of my life, and here I was with the opportunity to finally get one! I agreed, and we decided to make it an outdoor spanking since neither of us had a place that would work (I still lived at home and he had roommates). I knew of a hiking trail close to where we were, and suggested we hike up a bit so we were more isolated (Yes, I was in the woods with a man I barely knew- so many of you want to spank me right now!).
Part two of this post will be up soon, I don't want to make this overly lengthy! And just as a side note, I REALLY have been loving reading all of your comments, and I'm so excited that I am slowly gaining some readers. If I have any lurkers, please say hi! I promise you can spank me if I bite. ;) Also, a special thanks to Todd and Suzy, who have winked to my blog from theirs. Take a look if you haven't already!

Spankings from Across the Pond

This is terribly out of order from my little autobiography, I know, but I wanted to write about current experiences I'm having so they are still fresh in my mind. So, this isn't about my first spanking. But it was still very fun! Also, this last Thursday was my first shoot with Realspankings and I will be posting more about that as content comes out. :-)

Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting a spanking friend from across the pond for dinner, followed by some role-play fun the following day. I had first made contact with HH through Fetlife, and we had exchanged a few messages before he mentioned that he would be traveling to my fine state. So, on Monday, Danny (my wonderful friend and regular play partner) and I met HH for dinner at an Indian restaurant and had a great time. During after-dinner drinks, HH and I began to make tentative plans to play the following day at his hotel. He is very into role play, and though I had little experience in this department, I was excited to try another facet of the activity I love so dearly. Through email discussion the next morning, we determined the scenario:

“I think you should be an American girl spending an "exchange year" at an English boarding school. Perhaps your parents are out of the country on business or something,and this seems a good educational opportunity. You've previously committed some minor breach of discipline, so you're already grounded and forbidden to leave the school grounds during the day. But there's someone you want to see (a boyfriend in town?), so you slip out at night after "lights out". This involves shinning down a drainpipe from your 2nd-floor room. Unfortunately the drainpipe wasn't as well secured as you supposed. You realize that it's loose and have to ring the bell to get the housemaster to let you in.”

I wanted to get into the right head space, but was also nervous about the challenge of maintaining my role throughout the spanking. When I arrived at the hotel, HH and I sat on the bed and discussed things a little more, made sure we were on the same page, and then it was time. The butterflies in my stomach were in full flutter as I stood outside the door, ready to knock and admit to my misdeed. After a few deep breaths, I raised my fist, knocked loudly, and waited. A frazzled HouseMaster answered the door, looking me up and down. His look of confusion and outrage immediately took effect, and I lowered my eyes to the ground, shuffling inside with a mumbled, “Sorry, Sir. . .” Ignoring the apology, HH marched me inside and began his interrogation about just what I was doing outside at such a late hour. So convincing was his scolding that I felt real shame, and fumbled over my excuses as I watched him pull a chair to the center of the room. I was deeper in my head space as the naughty student (after all, the role isn't too far off), and started to feel my attitude coming on.

“And exactly what happened when you decided to disobey and crawl out of your window, Sophie?”

“Well. . . the pipe broke, Sir”

“It broke?”

“Yes! You should really get your maintenance crew on that. It's a danger to the students!”

There was no saving me then, and I was pulled over to the chair. HH pulled my black jeans down and over his lap I went. Making note of the fact that my panties were far from regulation, he began smacking my bottom methodically. There was no warm up; this was a punishment and the smacks came quickly and firmly. I voiced my protests, insisting that I really was too old to be spanked, that it was unfair and I would never leave my room again if only he would stop. And stop he did- only to stand me up, take down my panties, and place me back over his knee, where the firm spanking continued. After a while of this, HH stood me up and led me to the wall, where I stood with my hands on my head, bare bottom on display. At one point, HH was lecturing me while I stood against the wall, and I talked back to something he said. He grew quiet, and told me that girls at this school learn very quickly not to talk back to him. With that, I was roughly pulled back over his lap for some hard hand spanks.

It wasn't over yet. I had been punished for sneaking out of my window, but there was still the matter of destruction of school property. HH placed two pillows in the center of the bed, and I draped myself over them, folding my hands at the small of my back so my bottom was arched further into the air. Loosening his belt, HH informed me that I would be receiving twelve strokes, and that I must count each one. The belt snapped down again and again, and I counted them out, adding a “Sir” after every number. After the belting, I was told to get up and get to bed. Grabbing the tangled pile of my discarded pants, shoes, and panties, I hurried away, and the scene ended.

Coming back to HH, we hugged and lay down on the bed for a while, discussing the scene. I felt sore, but was in a wonderful head space and felt very satisfied. Thanks, HH, for such a great scene! Oh, and there may have been one other scene that afternoon, involving me being pulled from the shower for a wet bottomed spanking, but that's for another post. . . :-)

Wait. Other People Are Into This Too??

Our family computer was in our central family room, and only when my parents and older sister were occupied elsewhere would I dare to sneak on and click to the only search engine I was aware of: Ask Jeeves. I took this quite literally and typed in “How can I get a spanking?”, hoping Mr. Jeeves would be a pal and help me out. No such luck, but I did discover an array of spanking stories and pictures, which I spent hours upon hours sifting through. Shortly after, I discovered spanking chat forums and (a huge treat) video clips of girls getting spanked! I was still under aged at this point, but felt little guilt at clicking on the “I'm Over 18” button so I could explore to my heart's delight.

I got increasingly greedy as time went on. First, the stories were enough to completely satisfy my spanko hunger. Then, I would watch videos, or read people's blogs (Yes, if you have or have had a blog since I was about 15, I've most likely lurked there!) Chatting on line was good for a while, and I developed many lasting friendships there. Still, though, I craved the real thing. And it wouldn't be long until I experienced my first real spanking.

Tired of these cliffhangers yet? See you next time!

Memories: The Dreaded “S” Word

I was never spanked growing up. I remember threats being thrown about, but they were always playful. My dad would often tease me by saying things like, “Uh oh, looks like someone needs a spanking!” I'm sure my reaction of blushing furiously and quickly changing the subject was overlooked by him. I never had the desire to be spanked by my parents. In fact, the thought of that happening was mortifying to me. Maybe because I had such a strong, obsessive interest in it, and I was afraid they would see that in me if ever if were to happen.

My first memory of my fascination with spanking is when I was three years old. I was playing with my dolls in my bedroom, and I flipped one over on its stomach, spanking the plastic bottom sharply. I did this often when playing by myself, and only once did I get caught. My dad, peering into my room and catching me in the act, chuckled as he said, “Were they being naughty?” I was embarrassed, and very careful about such play from then on.

I always opted to play the naughty child in the games of“house” with the neighbor's kids in hopes of getting my bottom smacked once or twice, and I would watch with widened eyes whenever a spanking reference was made on TV. And of course, the small dictionary I kept in my side table drawer would automatically open to the page containing the word “spank”. Yes, I still remember: to slap on the buttocks with a flat object or with the open hand, as for punishment. :)

My friends who got spanked at home may have found it a bit strange when I would probe for detailed descriptions of each punishment. I would listen carefully and get a small thrill every time I heard that “s” word, though I was always hesitant to say it myself. I thought, on some level, they would hear me say the word and know that it carried much more significance to me. I was a paranoid little kid. :) This is all before my family got their first computer and I found the magic that could come from typing that word into a search engine. . .

To be continued!

So it begins. . .

My name is Sophie, and I'm a Spankoholic. While I am brand new to the blogosphere, my passion for being spanked has been blossoming ever since my first taste of it by a doctor in a delivery room. Though I've already met some wonderful and supportive people through the on line world of spanking, I think the time has come to share my experiences and adventures with all of you. Thanks for having me!

I recently turned 21 and am going into my senior year of college. It's a time of excitement and self discovery, and venturing into the local and on line scene has been both fulfilling and freeing. I am working on several posts for the near future, including some more background and childhood memories, updates about my upcoming shoot with a spanking company (first time as a spanking model!), and more pictures. I hope you will stay tuned and get to know me better; I'm excited to get to know all of you!