Tuesday, January 26, 2010


Well, neither my computer nor I had H1N1, but I thought this was a little funny anyway.

Dear Spankoverse,

I got home on Friday, ready to write and post the rest of "The Serpent's Tail," get current on links, blogs, emails, and messages, and maybe even redesign some things, and instead...

DOOM. The computer was positively toasted. It had been infiltrated by one of those "Here, we will kill your computer so that the only window you can open directs you to buy our anti-virus software" viruses. The rest of the Internet was completely inaccessible. In addition, something was blocking all executable files, so no programs would work.

Then, as if the Universe really wanted me to know that it didn't want me writing or doing any other useful task over the weekend, it gave me a virus too. So the computer and I spent the weekend sick.

I finally started feeling better last night, and Mr. W fixed the computer (thank you thank you thank you and YES I owe you).(Feel free to imagine and/or share in the comments ways in which Abby will repay Mr. W. That's more fun than discussing viruses.) Ta-daa! Back in business.

As a side note, this post, as well as last week's posts, have been written and posted at work. I never actually VIEW my blog though, for obvious reasons, thus I can't reply to comments until I'm at home. I'm in need of a laptop, but that will have to wait. For now, just know how happy I am that you're still reading and/or enjoying the Naughty Abby videos. The resurgence in interest this month has me feeling sexy, and is getting me a little bit closer to that laptop.


Friday, January 22, 2010

The Future Looks Grimm for Fairy Tale Princesses (and their bottoms, of course)

Cool concept art from Terry Gilliam's 2005 film The Brothers Grimm.
Artwork found here.

After promising myself I would write 1000 words by midnight Saturday, I found myself in a conundrum. Work on a previous project? Write something new? I always have countless ideas running around my head, jotted on scraps of paper and tucked into my purse, or outlined in a notebook, but nothing jumped out at me as "Here are your thousand words!"

Then yesterday morning while showering, I came up with a project that would help me both in my immediate plan to write and in my longer term plan of writing a collection of erotic fairy tale retellings with liberal additions of spanking scenes. Using a random number generator, I would plug in the first and last page numbers of my Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales and rewrite whatever story appeared on the page determined by the number generator.

I tried it out and the resulting page number was 480. The story on page 480 is actually three separate stories and the collection is called "Tales of the Paddock." So... ok. After some quick research to determine that a paddock, in this case, is a snake , I was still left with three stories about very small children and snakes. The text can be read here. I had my work cut out for me.

I started writing some notes down: the three stories would have to be consolidated, there could only be one girl and she'd have to be aged a great deal, the snake would be...

...And then I had it. Six notebook pages later, the story was laid out in full, and as of this moment, it's about 80% written. I'll be finishing and posting it this weekend. For now, here's a teaser from "The Snake's Tail."


Tears formed in the princess's eyes, but the queen was unmoved after nineteen years of coddling the slatternly ingrate. "You will be punished, and you will be married to the first suitor who will take you."

The princess had not yet comprehended that she was to be married. "Punished?" She had never received so much as a swat on the back of her hand or been sent to bed without supper.

"Punished, and so severely that it will be in secret. No man will want you if he knows you've misbehaved to such a degree that you had to be bound in your chamber and whipped until you saw the sense of giving up your whoring ways in exchange for marriage."

"But Mother," wept the princess, "I've done nothing wrong."

"You have tonight to realize that yes, you have. You are to wait in your chamber until we come to you tomorrow morning." She nodded at the guard. "He will administer your beating, but I will be commanding the number of lashes and their severity. I fear we have waited far too long to provide you with the discipline you so clearly needed. Your hide, my ungrateful daughter, will make up for lost time."

The princess sobbed as the queen dragged her by the elbow to her bedchamber. She collapsed on her bed and barely heard the click of the lock as her mother left her to consider what she did not understand she'd done. She cried because her little golden crown had bent when it hit the floor. She cried because her little green snake would not know where she was in the morning. Mostly, though, she cried because she was terrified. She fell asleep still weeping, the bent little crown clutched in both her hands.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

SOS (Save Our Spankings)

Found this image while searching Google Images for pictures of life preservers,
as I thought the idea of spanking as a life preserver(especially in regards
to my dream and my bad days) was apropos. This image is a bit odd,
which is what I liked about it, albeit non-spanking-related.

Naturally, I'll start off with a decscription of yet another caning dream. This one I had last week and was far less tittillating than the last one. In it, Mr. W and I were on a square boat - more of a motorized raft with railings, really. I was on my hands and knees in the center of the boat while Mr. W tried to simultaneously cane me and keep his balance, as we were out on the ocean and choppy waves were making the endeavor rather difficult. Somehow, we both knew that we were safer on the boat if we kept up the disciplinary antics than if we were to stop. I have a slight memory of an explanation involving equilibrium, but dream physics rarely translate past sleep.

After the boat had landed safely, I sat with my mom and tried to explain why I like spanking and all it entails. The best way I could explain why I like what I like was, "It makes me feel safe."

This was a revelation when I woke up. It's true! I think there is a direct correlation between my state of my mind when playing and the act itself. For example, no one other than Mr. W has caned me because no one other than Mr. W has been worthy of the trust I must have in someone to play at that degree of intensity, so there is already a built-in element of safety.

We also never play if he is stressed or having a bad day. As much as I miss it, especially as we've both had our share of bad and/or stressful days lately, it does mean that when we do play, we're in an emotional and mental space that means we can push and explore without fear. Even if I'm a little off and in need of a more therapeutic spanking, it means he can deliver what I need to rebalance myself because he's fully in charge of both his actions and his psyche. When we play, I am safe, so my subconscious has learned that if I am in the position of being spanked, I am also being protected.

No wonder it's something I crave so much when I'm having a bad day! Unfortunately, we have had too many mutually bad days recently. It's come to my attention that I've been ignoring myself, and that may be contributing to my own bad days. I haven't been reading, writing, pampering myself, reading other blogs, writing with other spankophiles - I haven't even followed back new Twitter followers or read my Fetlife messages! I am a bad blog personality right now, and a bad version of myself for ignoring the very things that make me who I am. I'm hoping that if I start paying attention to myself, the things I enjoy will come back to me.

So, things to do this week:

1. Take a long bubble bath with a book of spanking erotica and remember the importance of "me time." (Note to self: do not include puppy in this plan. Also, no pasta.) Paint toenails after bubble bath.

2. Read a book. Read it at 1:30 in the morning when the puppy wakes up. Read it under the desk at work. Just read! I've been carrying around A.S. Byatt's "The Biographer's Tale." Begin there.

3. Write 1000 words by midnight Saturday. Make 'em sexy, make 'em silly, just sit down and write.

4. Visit blogs of friends. Comment. Remember to be in the world.

5. Reply to emails. Follow fetish folks on Twitter. Reply to Fetlife messages and requests.

6. Get spanked! Nothing crazy, nothing exhausting, since it's been a while. Just play. Sexy, pink cheeked play. Please, Universe, even if my toes are left unpainted and I don't get through two chapters of a book, please make sure my bottom is spanked this week!

7. Lather, rinse, and, oh yeah, repeat.