France and Abby's Underpants

Dear diary, today I was a very bad girl...
(image from the profile of  Little Blondie,
the person in France who posted one of my old videos)

We were in bed, TV on in the background, both of us caught up in our own activities on our phones. I was playing a farming game. Mr. W was mostly on Imgur, occasionally taking a detour, when he suddenly angled his phone towards me. "I suppose it had to happen eventually," he said.

The video that had just started to play showed us eight years younger in our old attic in Portland. My black skirt was still in place but I was bent over a bench, the tops of my thigh high stocks visible. On the screen, Mr. W began spanking me.

My eyes darted around the screen. It had been years, almost a decade, since this video, or any of my Naughty Abby spanking videos, were available. I knew that even most of the links on my blog were broken. But here we were, uploaded onto xHamster by someone in France last June. The tags were spanking, lingerie, and stockings. The video, almost four minutes just of hand spanking over my panties, had received over eight thousand views and had a thumbs up rating of 97%. I was thrilled.

Since then, I've been fixing the broken videos on the blog, setting up a new Clips4Sale account, and creating new preview videos for my new account on SpankingTube. The clips store went live last Friday night and links were added around the blog over the weekend. Abby the spanking video star is back in action.

Writing is and always will be my first calling, but making those videos was an incredible experience. Having re-watched them all in the last few weeks, they've held up well, which I owe to Mr. W's love for my bottom and our passion for spanking, as well as the effort Mr. W put into the direction and editing. Having had a chance to capture "this thing we do" on video, in the way that we do it, means so much to me.

I would be the happiest woman in the world if I could stay at home to write and make videos. Imagine, to write spanking fiction during the week and to make spanking movies with Mr. W on the weekend! I might be able to make my dream of having my own little spanking publishing house come to fruition.

I'd love to have my readers check out my clips store, Abby Loves Spanking. All the original Naughty Abby videos are there, and I just might be making more soon. There's also a Donate button if you want to help me make my dream of living a life of spanking a reality.

Get the full Introducing Abby movie on Clips4Sale

Cowboy Corner Time - Another Spanktiquing Adventure

The Pornhub/Cornhub April Fool's Day prank reminded me that I haven't posted about Cornfest 2015. That was back in July, before I returned to blogging. Fortunately, we always end up with a spanking-related story, and our Cornfest adventure was no exception.

We hadn't intended to go to Cornfest, two hours away in Camp Verde with not much in between here and there, but we were aching to get out of the oppressive Phoenix heat. Camp Verde is to the north and was forecasted to be cooler than home, with the added bonus of being hours away from everyone we knew. We could go for a drive, do some spanktiquing if we were lucky, and best of all, just breathe and be together.

The drive was relaxing, desert expanses on both sides changing from scrub to rocky hills to forests of cactus then back to scrub, mountains in stark relief off in the distance. When we arrived in downtown Camp Verde, we realized we weren't going to be there for very long. The festival was small, reminiscent of the Fourth of July fair in my little New England hometown. Neighbors commingled, chatting over fried dough and roast corn as their children raced around the craft and snack booths. Feeling like outsiders but happy to be walking around in the fresh air, we headed for the short downtown fairway, its shopping district consisting of gun shops, feed stores, and, wouldn't you know it, an antique store and trading post - Cowboy Corner.

Cowboy Corner turned out to be a melting pot of equestrian paraphernalia, decorative antiques, and general store oddities. They even had a barrel of leather straps.

In the equestrian area, we found a dogging bat we couldn't go home without. We've had one like it for a decade, but that one has a metal bar in the handle, leaving just the slapper free. The one at Cowboy Corner was completely leather and the texture of the leather was incredibly soft. I was dying to feel it tracing patterns on my bare backside followed by the swat of the double layer of leather in an over the knee or warm-up spanking. 

We also found a collection of leather conditioners. We've been needing one for ages, especially with our penchant for old leather and wood, and we figured the ones carried by a store specializing in leather equestrian goods would be worth checking out. We decided on Skidmore's Leather Cream, a handmade all-natural conditioner with beeswax. I'm adding their link to my Toys section because it has worked wonders on some of our antique leathers and it works beautifully on wood as well. I was worried about using anything on some of our more expensive or antique implements, but this one has turned out to be gentle and effective. I'd recommend it.

When we went to the counter, the clerk found our selection of the leather bat amusing. Apparently we didn't look like horse people. "She's going to use this at home!" he announced to us, the other clerk, and anyone else in the store, smacking the bat against his hand. He laughed a semi-toothless but genuine laugh. He looked us up and down. I'm slightly taller than Mr. W and I have more meat on my bones; I think the clerk might have thought I was the domineering type. "It don't hurt much, though, you see," he added. Then he started spanking his own butt with our new toy. We laughed and had absolutely no recourse to the conversation. We took our bag and headed the heck out of Dodge. 

Sunday Silly

This week's Sunday Silly came with its own caption. Feel free to submit your own!

A Spanking Alphabet

A Spanking Alphabet

by Abby Williams

A is for apple, delicious and red,
like an arse that’s been spanked and then sent off to bed.

B is for backside, for butt, and for bum,
and don’t forget bottom, that’s my favorite one.

C is for caning, cruel and correcting,
so be on your best when the teach comes inspecting.

D is for Dad, his spanks are the meanest,
he’ll cause you more pain than a dental hygienist.

E is embarrassed, each time you find
it’s time once again to bare your behind.

F is for flogging, figging, and fear –
but pain can be sexy applied to your rear.

G is for grievance, imagined or real,
if you’ve done the crime, then punished you’ll feel.

H is for hairbrush, watch out for its sting,
it’s surprisingly mean for such a regular thing.

I is for imp, and a naughty imp, too!
Imagine if real imps were as naughty as you!

J is for jiggly and juicy, like jelly,
when you get your bum smacked while you lie on your belly.

K is for knee, as in “Over it, now!”
No need for a why if you’ve got when, where, and how.

L is for lashes, the kind that you get
in tens or in dozens, they oft come in sets.

M is for mercy, but for you there is none
until penance is paid and your spanking is done.

N is for naughty, who wants to be good
when your tush loves the feel of leather and wood?

O is for “Ow!” “Ouch!” “Oh!” “Oomph!” and “Oof!”
A spanking may hurt but a pink bum’s the proof.

P is for paddles, all shapes and all sizes.
If you’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, a paddling might be what the prize is.

Q is for quiz, as in, “If you fail,
you’ll stay after school and learn how to wail.”

R is for riding crop, no need for a horse,
though pony play’s still an option, of course.

S is for strapping with leather that’s thick.
If the spanking’s in the woodshed, a strap’s a classic pick.

T is for tawse, the scourge of the Scots,
it bites like a cane - but it gives me the hots!

U is for undies ‘round your ankles or knees,
spanking’s best on the bare, no matter your pleas.

V is for vibrate, sometimes it’s fun
to get spanked with a vibe tucked into your bum.

W is for whipping, there are so many kinds
I’d write a whole other poem, if I had the time.

X is for Xerxes, a Persian king of invasion
who might have conquered more land if he’d used spanking as persuasion.

Y is for “Yes, Sir,” if he asks you to stand,
or bend over, or lie down, if there’s a cane in his hand.

Z is for zesty, a life full of spanks,
so spankers get spanking and spankees – get spanked!