Tuesday, November 4, 2008


From The Tarot of Casanova. Not quite 1660's, but lovely and evoking a certain innocence nonetheless.

Back in 1660, the Restoration was a period of social and artistic renewal following the reestablishment of the British, Irish, and Scottish monarchies under the helm of Charles II. Theaters reopened, women took to the stage, painters rendered canvases with an unknown realism and subtlety. Civilization - in all its plagued and painful glory - was back in action.

Call me vainglorious, but my return to blogging has arisen from a Restoration in its own right: the restoration of my bottom to its pre-spanked condition. There was a time, many years ago, that the slightest bottom-smack stung with the fierceness of a sadistic wasp. I could barely stand a palm to my backside, nevermind the increasingly agonizing implements of my years with Mr. Williams. I yelped, I screamed, I howled, I bruised from a good ten slaps. I was a tabula rasa so easily turned rose that it often seemed like I had taken far more punishment than I'd actually received.

It seems, Dear Reader, those days have returned. I was lying belly-down on the bed the other day, playing a video game with Mr. W. I get a little feisty when I play, and probably made some smart-aleck comment that caused him to smack my denim-clad bottom. It hurt! Really hurt. Reach back and rub hurt. And it was only a playful slap on my jeans! He did the same thing a few more times, and the truth hit me along with his palm: it has been so long since we've played that I have regained my sensitivity. My nerve-endings, my bruisability, my fear of pain have all been restored.

So much for that year of working towards accepting myself as a masochist.

Now that I stop to consider, it must be at least six months since my last spanking. I must be an angel to have been that good!

No, that can't be it. I don't think there is one single reason. I was worn out with the Naughty Abby videos, so we took a break, then both our jobs changed, then both our lives changed, and now? Well, I'm blogging again, so the subject is at least on my mind. Maybe, having finally accepted it as a definite and unchangeable part of myself, I can more easily set it aside and focus on the parts of me that are not so clearly defined. Maybe I like the thought of it more than the act of it right now.

Every fantasy I have these days is of Mr. Williams coming home and deciding enough is enough, and off comes the belt or out comes the cane, and then... that's it. I don't need more than that right now. I don't want to be hurt, I don't want to be in pain. This, then, is my Restoration, though it sounds like more of a regression of sorts. Perhaps I just need to be coaxed back into it. Or maybe even just told to take it.

The true Restoration of Abby will be the day I can write that I, in all my plagued and painful glory, am back in action. And then maybe I'll show you a picture to prove it.


  1. As you are so well-read in mythology, Abby, you are probably familiar with the story of how Aphrodite restored her virginity--once a year--by bathing in the sea, off Cyprus. Well, I'm glad to hear that your bottom has access to similar restorative powers i.e. in the ocean of time.

    Actually, that's how non-erotic spanking is supposed to have its effect: by making the recepient smart so much that they will dread a repeat of the punishmnent for a very long time to come. At the school I attended, in the UK, six of the best--across the trouser seat--meant: being unable to sit down for some hours afterwards; and nurisng bruises for a week or more. Most pupils would do anything to avoid a caning in future. However, I was an especially naughty child; and try as I may, could not escape the consequences of my misdeeds--which meant I was ordered to 'touch my toes' quite often. I was soon habituated--not to say addicted-- to the exciting swish, and the thrilling burn, of the cane.

    Since reaching manhood, I have spanked, slippered, and caned many female bottoms. Nevertheless, I like to switch--once a year, at least. The last occasion, was on Thursday evening. Like you, I am always taken aback, by how painful it is at first. But the quality of our fucking, afterwards, was gloriously hot; and I am already looking forward to the next time.

  2. Jim, what a lovely and sexy comment you've left me! I think when I read it yesterday, I actually commented outloud to myself, "Why Jim! Racy!"

    You bring up a point I think I will be writing about: the effect of non-erotic spanking. The combination of agony and dread, the true use of corporal punishment as a deterrent. Maybe a hiatus from spanking was needed because it came to be too erotic. I have always been most compelled by the non-consensual aspects of spanking.

    As for the sex after a spanking, whether it was erotic or non-erotic.... it is one of the great physical miracles of the universe, is it not?


  3. Hi Abby,

    I'm glad your blog is active once again. And the warning is gone!


  4. Hi Hermione!

    Those warnings are so irritating... I think because it means someone actually had to bother reporting that they found the content objectionable. It's like tattle-tailing! The Internet: for adult kindergartners everywhere. :-)

    Thanks for saying hi! Hugs!!!

  5. phew... what a decade, miz abby! I haven't had a chance to read through your site yet, but I will. I have to. After years of clutching at straws, so to speak (I forget how the expression goes), it's quite a relief to see you spill some ink. Would Bijou approve of this? I think so. You've always been the literary and the sexual. I need to collect my thoughts a little better before I can come up with anything coherent for you.

  6. Oh Abby! I'm so glad you're back! I really missed your blog.

    Hope all is well with you and yours.

    (Her Secret Corner)

  7. Unfortunately the restoration also restored the monarchy and aristocracy back to power in England,
    Now if the parliamentarians had carried on with their revolutionary ideas of democracy, and not fallen into religious zeal and puritanism than English history would have been very different and probably much better for the proletariat.



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