<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:07:26.000-05:00</updated><category term='FMS'/><category term='misbehavior'/><category term='TGC'/><category term='humiliation'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='OTK'/><category term='the past'/><category term='NJ'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='east coast'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='embarrassment'/><category term='ME'/><category term='Shadow Lane'/><category term='Las Vegas'/><category term='SSNY'/><category term='family'/><category term='new year'/><category term='spankos'/><category term='the cherry red report'/><category term='flogging'/><category term='cabin'/><category term='the future'/><category term='whackmepaddles'/><category term='spanking blog'/><category term='friends'/><category term='expensive strap'/><category term='Back to school'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='spanking parties'/><category term='Statue of Liberty'/><category term='Toppy Guy C'/><category term='Shadowlane'/><category term='jacuzzi'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Spankings'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='Tops'/><category term='happy'/><category term='BDSM'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='life'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='punishment'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='paddle'/><category term='plug'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='writers block'/><category term='spanking'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='fun'/><category term='switches'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='anal play'/><category term='choir'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='mischief'/><title type='text'>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>The spanking adventures of the Funny Brat Girl shufflemeister extraordinare who is a single brat out there globe-trotting around the world in search of the holy grail!!  A Dom who will spank me the way I deserve!  WARNING!! 18 &amp;amp; over please...contains adult content!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-301908707946116692</id><published>2009-11-05T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:53:08.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Party - FMS Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;With school back in full swing, it's time for the Annual Back to School Party hosted by Florida Moonshine!!&amp;nbsp; It's the time of year when brat students gather together for scholastic fun, educationally formed alliances, bratty brilliant banter, and to generally cause calculated trouble followed by those feeble brat students too weak to keep up with the rest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was my first time attending this event which was fun beyond words.&amp;nbsp; Of course I would be modest if I didn't mention that I won the Gold medal for Spanking Musical Chairs!! (You did NOT win sis!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go to Tampa FL for some spanking fun, back to school grammar tests and much more!!&amp;nbsp; I'm sure if you're planning to attend this Annual Back to School event, you'll be forewarned to stay clear of the brats walking the halls in their school girl uniforms.&amp;nbsp; Not even the teachers let alone Headmasters are safe!! Or so I hear.... (weg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing that a few brat students are already in rare form this time of year and with that being said...we'll just have to see how things turn out for those miscreants!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, am being escorted by TGC who has said that he expects me to be blah blah blah blah blah... Yeah, that's exactly what I heard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate...see some of you at the Back To School event...I'm excited to be spending time with my brat student friends even if that means that most of us will be spending most of the time OTK and loving every minute of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I return...Welcome to Fall 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-301908707946116692?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/301908707946116692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=301908707946116692' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/301908707946116692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/301908707946116692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-school-party-fms-style.html' title='Back to School Party - FMS Style!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4891168946052222892</id><published>2009-10-29T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:14:19.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Spanking Things about ME - The FBG Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OK a long long LONG time ago, I did this fun entry on my blog where I listed 50 spanking things about me...but that was like 3 YEARS AGO!!&amp;nbsp; YIKES!! Time sure does fly when you're having spanking fun and adventures galore!!&amp;nbsp; At any rate, here is my newly updated spanking things about ME!!&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoy it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1.My first spanking thoughts came to me when I was in elementary school. This being when the teacher was telling us a story of the three little pigs where the pigs get spanked in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2.Addendum to 1. I would often ask all my girl friends in elementary school what their spankings were like when they got into trouble, asking them not to leave any details out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3.I was never spanked as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4.My first adult spanking took place in the year 1989 with my then first boyfriend later fiancee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5.My then boyfriend/fiancee would spank me every day after work before doing anything else just on general principles which always led to more intimate things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6.My then boyfriend loved to exert his Toppyness by always reminding me that HE was the boss, however, I never seemed to listen to him which resulted in a spanking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7.The first spanking book I bought was called "Sweet Dreams" which accounted the punishment spankings of five young girls under the care of a certain Englishman. I still have that book!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8.The first spanking video I ever saw was by Shadow Lane, however, the title escapes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;9.The best movie I saw that was based on a very popular submissive book I had read was the "Story of O". I think I kept that video for 2 weeks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;10.When I saw 9 ½ weeks and then read the book, I was quite disappointed that Kim Basinger didn’t get spanked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;11.The first spanking party I ever attended was in Southern California and after that I never stopped going to various spanking parties all over the state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;12.The first disciplinarian that met was the Doctor and I met Him online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;13.Addendum to 11. The Doctor and I used to meet about once a week in the beginning, however, He realized that I needed more guidance which led to meeting twice a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;14.I tend to enjoy discipline spankings more than erotic spankings, however, I do enjoy them both just the same depending on the setting of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;15.I enjoy being spanked OTK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;16.The first spanking implement I ever owned was given to me by the Doctor and it was a hairbrush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;17.Addendum to 16. The Doctor then proceeded to give me the following other implements: wooden paddle, leather strap, leather paddle, rubber OTK cane, riding crop, bull whip (shortened style), suede flogger, leather braided cat o’nine tails (various sizes), and a vipers tongue which I kept in a gym bag that he also gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;18.The Doctor used to make me keep a journal of all my offenses and then label the implement with which ever offense it was to be used for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;19.Addendum to 18. The Doctor used to make me memorize what the offense was prior to using the implement (which was hard when you had like 10 or more offenses on your list!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;20.I’ve been to 10+ Shadow Lane Parties over the last 10 years and next year will be my 11th party thus far!! YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;21.Some of my best girl friends also get spanked!! (imagine that!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;22.I’ve traveled to Maryland, Vegas, Florida, Northern California, New Jersey, Philadelphia and New York for a spanking which is where I got my nick name of the Traveling Funny Brat Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;23.I have been taken out of a restaurant and spanked in the parking lot for throwing sugar packets at my brat friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;24.I have been spanked and then plugged and made to stand on display as a punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;25.One thing that a Top/Dom can say that will really get to me is "Young Lady!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;26.Addendum to 25. However, if that is all that is said and nothing is done after that, it pretty much didn’t do anything to me. (action does speak louder than words!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;27.I love it when a Top scolds me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;28.I love it when a Top embarrasses me or adds a little bit of humiliation if He feels that He doesn’t have my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;29.I feel like I need more than one spanking a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;30.I have been spanked for being late.(I can't get anywhere on time to save my life!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;31.I have been spanked for cussing or bad language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;32.I have been made to stand in the corner while my brat friend is getting spanked for something that I made her do. (hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;33.I have been spanked at a wedding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;34.I have been spanked to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;35.If I am role playing, I enjoy Top/bottom, Daddy/daughter (with the right daddy of course) Uncle/niece, Aunt/niece or Teacher/student scenarios the best. (usually whatever was discussed prior to the scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;36.Because of my heritage, if being spanked with the belt, it usually triggers the ultimate in guilty feelings. (damn that belt!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;37.ALL of my closest vanilla friends (male and female) know of my fetish and/or proclivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;38.I have been made to go to dinner without my panties as punishment BEFORE the actual punishment session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;39.I have been spanked in public while bent over the hood of a car while cars passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;40.I have been spanked in the shower or with a very wet bottom. (ouch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;41.I have been known to take a very hard spanking and have no marks the next day to prove it. (however, I AM still sore...sheeesh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;42.Some of the Tops that I’ve played with spank VERY hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;43.I hate counting! (HATE it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;44.Addendum to 43. I hate having to recite or memorize anything or calculate or do ANY kind of math equations during a spanking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;45.I have been on a ALL-SPANKING weekend for which it was VERY hard to sit on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;46.I have a collection of over 50 books which have either spanking or anything related to the S&amp;amp;M scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;47.I hate being pulled by my ear to get a spanking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;48.I LOVE to have marks that I had a good spanking the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;49.Addendum to 48. Marks are like reminders that someone has cared enough to set you on the straight and arrow. (Even if it doesn’t last!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;50.Being spanked for spanking sake always makes me happy. (Especially if its not MY idea!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;51.My entire family has 1st hand knowledge of my spanking fetish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;52.My father makes wooden paddles as part of my online paddle business www.whackmepaddles.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;53.My father, grandfather, uncle and cousin have all attended a Shadow Lane party as part of supporting my paddle business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;54.I've been to a BDSM club for a spanking party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;55.I participated in a Dom/sub relationship for 3+ years under the supervision of the most AWESOME Dom EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;56.During my BDSM adventures, I've been set on fire!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;57.During my BDSM adventures, I enjoyed edge play with includes knife play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;58.I love the marks from knife play, especially around my nipples just as much as cane marks on my bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;59.Sometimes public humiliation before a spanking really gets my attention! EEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;60.I do own quite a few school girl skirts for school spanking role plays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;61.I once got a brat friend spanked to tears for not singing a song on command...(can you imagine?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;62.Has taken part in a BDSM slave auction for charity where I was someone's property for the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;63.Has been spanked as part of a competition to see who could take the hardest spanking and WON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;64.Has been crowned the winner at spanking musical chairs over one of my best brat friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;65.Had a personal trainer who was also a Domme...she was strict and awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;66.Has been spanked by female tops and enjoy it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;67.I enjoy being spanking and plugged at the same time...FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;68.All my spanking fantasies always involve anal play of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;69.Being spanked and made to stand in the order is also another fantasy of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;70.Doesn't consider myself overly bratty but definitely mouthy when needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;71.Doesn't care too much for overly bratty brats who will do ANYTHING for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;72.Is currently involved in a relationship with a Top who is also my significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;73.Is currently spanked on a daily basis just BECAUSE (what is wrong with this picture? LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;74.Finds that the friends that I have in the spanking community are closer to me than some of my family. (UMM They ARE my family!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;75.Can eroticize the pain during a spanking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;76.Can NOT eroticize the pain with my current Top AT ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;77.Enjoys reading various spanking blogs on the net on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;78.Has a few female Tops that really awesome to play with (you know who you are...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;79.Has been a part of a spanking role play where there were up to 10+ people involved!! YIKES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;80.As part of my BDSM play, I enjoyed bondage very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;81.Also part of my BDSM play, I enjoy the viper gloves and wortenburg wheel even though they make me itchy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;82.One of best part of the BDSM play that I enjoyed was the cleaning of the implements ritual...gives you time to gather your thoughts after a play scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;83.It's sometimes hard to keep my mouth shut during a spanking, especially if the spanker is trying to tell me something that isn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;84.Wooden paddles aren't that bad especially after being properly warmed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;85.Enjoys a proper warm up before a spanking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;86.Understands that if you're being punished, a warm up is not likely going to happen LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;87.LOVES being spanked before bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;88.LOVES being spanked first thing in the morning as a wake-up call!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;89.Loves hearing my best bratty friend getting spanked as a good morning wake-up call too LOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;90.HATES having a bed time!!! HATE HATE HATE IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;91.Believes that if you don't get in the spankees head, there is a chance that they won't feel connected during the spanking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;92.Wishes there was a specific vacation spot for all spankos to go for spanking fun, all throughout the year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;93.Has STILL not been spanked by a certain Tall Texan (You know who you are too!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;94.Has mixed feelings about the cane, but does enjoy it much more when warmed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;95.Does not care too much for hairbrush as a spanking implement!! It DOES have other uses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;96.Got spanked with a kitchen utensil (OK MANY kitchen utensils!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;97.Thinks that getting spanked for REAL reasons is much better than getting spanked for fake reasons (unless you're at a play party or doing a role play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;98.Has fantasized about getting an enema before a spanking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;99.Has the best spanking family in the WORLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;100.Wouldn't be surprised if some of the things on this blog get me spanked tonight when TGC gets home!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4891168946052222892?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4891168946052222892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4891168946052222892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4891168946052222892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4891168946052222892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-spanking-things-about-me-fbg-story.html' title='100 Spanking Things about ME - The FBG Story'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-1176857672241020852</id><published>2009-10-27T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:13:28.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expensive strap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='east coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spankings'/><title type='text'>The Next Adventure Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;With the Shadow Lane party behind me, it was time to start focusing on my next BIG life's adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;After dating (including flying back and forth to the East Coast and such) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and I had decided to move in together!  What this meant was that I would leave my home town of Whittier, California and move in with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; on the East Coast!  I know what you're thinking...how can I even THINK of leaving the warm weather, sunny beaches and mostly my family to be with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; on the cold, dreary East Coast???  Well after some thought and many conversations with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;, I decided it was time for me to spread my wings and FLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have been working since I got out of high school and even though I never finished college due to family tragedies, I got to thinking about this being the best time to venture out of my comfort zone.  My comfort zone mostly consisted of a job that I had been at for the past 7 years, majority of my family so close by that I could see them every day if I chose to.  Not to forget my life long friends and church that I had attended since I was born and baptized.  All in all, I basically lived my life with everything possible close to me and my heart....except love.  Sure I had a love in my life previously, but he left me early on in my life.  I always believed that God only gave you one chance at love and with my chance being here and then gone so quickly, I thought I was done.  But in time, I realized that God doesn't work like that.  So when I met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and we spent time getting to know each other, I was convinced that I was given a second chance!!  How awesome is that??  If there is any advice I can give, Don't Settle...and hard as it is to do, I waited and low and behold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and I met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Things in life are never meant to be easy...take it from someone who knows...After my decision to move, those that are close to me started to surprise me with their actions and concerns.  But what is life if you don't take a risk right??  I have faith that God knows where I need to be in this life and I'm confident that he won't give me anything that I can't handle.  Besides that, I handled some really hard and crappy things in the past...harder than leaving my family and friends to be with the man that I love.  But in my mind, I wasn't really leaving...  If anyone knows me at all, I never forget those that have made a imprint on my heart.  I always manage to find a way to let friends and family the like that I haven't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; about them.  Call me sentimental or silly...it's just who I am I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;At any rate, I decided to move to the East Coast to be with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  I've been here now for about 3 weeks and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it!!  I miss my family and friends and seriously miss church and the choir that I sang in for the past 3 plus years.  But I am super excited about this new life's adventure.  I'm excited to see where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and I go.  I adore him and the way he loves and takes care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So right about now, you're wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; WHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; did all the spanking fun go??  Oh it's here!!  One thing about me and spanking is that it is never too far from my mind and now that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and I live together, I have to watch myself much more.  Sure it was easy to brat the man from 3000 miles away but now that he comes home and we are together, I have to remember to be careful!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;!!  If you know me, you know that I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; good at being careful.  So you'll be happy to know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; sleeps with the ES (Expensive Strap) on the night stand!!  How is that for love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our next adventure takes us to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Back to School"&lt;/span&gt; party hosted by Florida Moonshine in November so check back for an update once we return.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until then....Happy Halloween &amp;amp; Happy Spankings to you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-1176857672241020852?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/1176857672241020852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=1176857672241020852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1176857672241020852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1176857672241020852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-adventure-begins.html' title='The Next Adventure Begins...'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-5537642826823728843</id><published>2009-10-27T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:35:48.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><title type='text'>Post Shadowlane Report....Better Late Than NEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;OK so the last few months I've neglected my blog...that is a shameful fact...but life changing things have happened to me and well I needed to step back and handle my life before I could come back and blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My last blog update had me on vacation with &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.  Shortly thereafter, He and I went to the Shadow Lane party in &lt;/span&gt;LV&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.  What many don't know, is that &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I actually met at last years Shadow Lane Party.  Thus this party would put us at our exact one year anniversary.  Suffice it to say, I wish I could focus on nothing but spanking fun with friends and the such, but I was mainly focused on spending close time with &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.  Call me sentimental or what have you but I take my relationships very seriously.  So although I didn't play with as many people as I have in the past, I still had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;To begin with, &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I shared a suite with Uncle &lt;/span&gt;Smike&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and Aunt Miranda and Uncle Buzz as well as my bratty friend J.  That was awesome!!  We had the best time in that suite!!  On Friday we all attended the Shadow Lane Vendor's Fair and Social Mixer together.  I had decided to NOT vend this &lt;/span&gt;SL&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; party so that I could spend time more quality time with &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.  However, that was sort of short lived as my J and Aunt Miranda decided to vend and promote the &lt;/span&gt;SSNY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and PASS groups.  So I was enlisted to help them promote the groups.  One thing I might add, there definitely weren't many vendors this time around but it was still a good time.  Ian the London Tanner was available to sell his wonderful leather goods and with his table being strategically located next to the &lt;/span&gt;SSNY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;/PASS table, that enabled us all to have a fun time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Later after the vending was through, we all headed up to the Presidential suite which was open for socializing (coincidentally it was hosted in honor of the &lt;/span&gt;SSNY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;/PASS and Florida Moonshine groups combined!)  A special thanks to Tom for allowing this to take place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;After a night of spanking fun and socializing, the &lt;/span&gt;SSNY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;/PASS family headed back to our suite for family fun...which I have to say is always my favorite time.  Even if Uncle &lt;/span&gt;Smike&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; spanks me for meaningless reasons, I enjoyed the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Saturday morning we all got up and hustled to get our suite ready for a special afternoon &lt;/span&gt;SSNY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;/PASS suite party.  Aunt Miranda and J decorated and put out the goodies as we all made sure to clean up the place.  And slowly but surely everyone made their way to our suite and let me tell you...the room was PACKED!!  Off in one room, Aunt Miranda and Uncle &lt;/span&gt;Smike&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; were doing demonstrations of the family strap which was a BIG HIT!!  YIKES!! I remember my first encounter of the family strap...again might I add YIKES!!  All in all, everyone had great spanking fun!!  M from CA spanked me in our room with &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; supervising and shouting out reasons to spank me harder...I think there should be a law against that kind of stuff!! &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;As the suite party wound down, we all began to get ready for the dinner/dance.  We all looked so awesome!!  I loved seeing us all dressed up and fancy!!  Mexican food was on the menu this time which was a nice change.  And it wasn't too bad either (however, I have been told that I am biased when it comes to anything &lt;/span&gt;Mexican&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;!)  It was fun to see everyone dance and have a GREAT time before we all retired up to the Presidential suite for spanking fun!!  &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I made our way to casino for some gambling fun where I WON!! &lt;/span&gt;YAY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;!!  We were so excited that we had to go up and tell...well EVERYONE!! &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sunday was our last day at the Sun Coast Hotel and that brought our Shadow Lane party to a close.  In retrospect, I found myself not as interested in playing with multiple people as I have in the past.  Partly because I saw this trip as a chance to spend time with my suite mates and of course &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.  I saw this trip as a chance for &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I to celebrate our one year anniversary of being together.  So with that being said, &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I checked out of the Sun Coast Hotel and headed to the MGM Grand.  We also had concert tickets that night to see Santana at the Hard Rock!!  It was great to share Santana with &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;!! I grew up listening to most of Santana's music so it was awesome for me to see him live in concert!!  We had a great time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;All in all, over all our Shadow Lane trip was GREAT!!  We spent time with our friends and with each other!!  But other things were on the horizon for &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I and as Shadow Lane passed, I got ready for the next big adventure in my life....moving in with &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-5537642826823728843?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/5537642826823728843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=5537642826823728843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5537642826823728843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5537642826823728843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-shadowlane-reportbetter-late-than.html' title='Post Shadowlane Report....Better Late Than NEVER'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-51510316192763240</id><published>2009-08-18T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:27:19.023-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacuzzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><title type='text'>New Jersey  Shore and MORE!!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;recently had the opportunity to take a week long vacation out to NJ where I was able to visit the home of TGC and hang with my friend J.  As it turns out, she and I were able to get into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLENTY&lt;/span&gt; of trouble while be unsupervised which is always fun right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, Upon my arrival, TGC picked me up and we headed to NJ to get ready for a family dinner.  Now this wasn't just ANY family dinner for TGC, this was "meet my mom" and other very significant and important family members kind of dinner...which I think I did pretty well.  I did get a lot of "wow, you sure are brave" comments, so that must be a good sign right?  All in all, I loved meeting them all and hope to see them again very soon!  The dinner was beyond nice and it was so nice to meet TGC's sister, brother-in-law and his wonderful nieces.  I can see why he is so close to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, TGC and I went home to rest and relax as we had plans to visit friends in Point Pleasant NJ the next day.  I have to say this...the beach is definitely different on the East Coast.  Well and so is the weather climate, but regardless of the fact that things are different, it's always nice to embrace change right?  I love every bit of Point Pleasant !!  We had a wonderful meal made by JJ and ate so much!!  After dinner, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to walk it off somehow so our host recommended that we walk the boards in Point Pleasant !!  It was great fun!!  My favorite part?  Trying to win a frog!!  Not to give TGC a bad reputation, but he could get some better aim!!  Maybe he needs to practice for the next time we go out there!! I wanted one of those stuffed frogs SO bad!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for the week was to hang with my brat buddy J and clean up TGC's house!!  What this meant was to clean out (translation = throw away) anything that I felt was not needed (translation: clutter! LOL!)  The bottom line was that we were about to transform TGC's home from a single bachelor's home to an actual "home".  Now here is the catch...TGC was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to be there when we made all these changes!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE???&lt;/span&gt;  Now, I know what you all are thinking out there...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WAS &lt;/span&gt;TGC&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THINKING??&lt;/span&gt;  LOL!!  Well I think he was thinking and hoping that he'd come home to something "wonderful" and "special" which in my opinion is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; what happened!!  But I get ahead of myself...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I was a little hesitant as to where to begin.  J knew what she had to do, but where was I going to start??  In my mind, I had five areas to tackle...kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, closets and dining room.  So naturally I started with the downstairs closets.  OMG  shoes!!!  I thought I was bad until I saw his shoe collection!! Once I got a handle on the shoe situation, the closet came out pretty nice...the next closet...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAGS!!&lt;/span&gt; OMG&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;  Who has this many travel bags?  LOL!!  But I managed to get them organized and when I was done, it was looking pretty good.  J was pretty surprised and laughed so much at me as I complained as to WHY TGC&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;had so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PENS!!  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;makes a mental note to get post-it notes to put up ALL over TGC's place that reads...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why so many pens!!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that cleaning spree...I needed a chocolate break!!  J concurred and we decided to head out to the local "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WA-WA&lt;/span&gt;" for some treats... but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;...did we not get lost?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN THE DARK!?!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;  Yes we did and we laughed so hard!!  Hurry get the GPS out...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;  Alas, I got my barrings and realized where we needed to go and laughed again at how close it actually was and how off we were LOL!!  Just a preview of things to come my friends...double trouble at its finest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being done for the night...we headed to sleep and noted that the next day I would tackle the bedroom/bathroom and that meant only one thing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, be very afraid!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the mall, we walked to every department store...I was in search for something nice for the bed.  Something that TGC would like and that I liked as well.  Something neutral for the both of us...and I found the perfect ensemble!!  Next it was on to Wal-mart for towels and bathroom stuff.  I was on a decorating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROLL!!&lt;/span&gt;  All in all, I think it came out pretty nice...at that point I couldn't wait for TGC to see all the changes...but I still had work to do.  The bathroom (equipped with a jacuzzi tub) had freshly hung art and a battery operated clock along with candles.  I was able to locate some very nice decorative towels which offset the bathroom nicely. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;  The decor and the bedroom arrangement complimented each other very well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...(more like morning as I was making coffee) I decided to make the kitchen my next project.  Now you need to get a mental picture of this in your minds eye....Each cabinet had a plethora of tupperware containers!!  It was like the tupperware container capital of NJ!!!  I yelled for J to come and see...and we both sat on the floor laughing...there was just so much of it...(most of it from take out, but still) OMG!!  He had plenty and I made the executive decision to get rid of most of it.  He just doesn't need that much food storage stuff...right??  LOL!!  Little by little, each cabinet got taken apart...things got thrown out and finally there was some sort of organization.  Seasoning and spices were in their rightful place and at that moment...I felt like peace had settled in the kitchen LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room got a minor overhall with bookshelves being banned to the garage and the dining room got its own style of cleaning not to mention the bar.  When all was said and done...I thought the place looked pretty great.  The final test would be what TGC thought when he got home....and to my surprise...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE LOVED&lt;/span&gt; everything that was done...with the exception of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;LOL!!  Only one thing you need to know about them...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; use them!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend we spent with friends in PA relaxing and enjoying poolside fun.  We BBQ'd and laughed and of course played!!  My favorite part?  Getting spanked in the pool!!  All in all, we all had a great time and my week long vacation came to an end.  It's going to be interesting the next couple of months but I'm excited to get get started in a new adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-51510316192763240?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/51510316192763240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=51510316192763240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/51510316192763240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/51510316192763240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-jersey-shore-and-more.html' title='New Jersey  Shore and MORE!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-1068171467112333533</id><published>2009-07-18T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:01:08.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OTK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadowlane'/><title type='text'>SSNY Summer Spanking Spectactular!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;New York in the summer is pretty awesome if I do say so myself, especially when you have a fantastic summer event like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SSNY&lt;/span&gt; Summer Spanking Spectacular to attend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way out to the party a day earlier so I could spend some time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; in NJ.  It's nice to have some down time before the spanking fun begins...however, that wasn't exactly the case.  Turns out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; wanted to get some caning time in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;  EEK!!  Well, turns out that my bottom was the prime target for that.  Funny how that kinda fell right into place..*smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I relaxed and had fun in NJ....went to dinner and a movie and enjoyed the nice summer day/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I made our way to NYC for the party.  We got a nice room at Le Parker which was looking right over Central Park!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;  It was a beautiful view coupled with outstanding weather...who could ask for more??  Since the party wasn't scheduled until later that evening, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to take a little stroll down 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Avenue!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; can you imagine??  I'm not really a shopper at heart (not like some of my other brat friends) but WOW talk about a shoppers dream come true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the stroll was coming across a couple of Catholic Churches...I loved St. Thomas Church and more notably St. Patrick's Cathedral.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW!!&lt;/span&gt;  I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; to come in and take a look at all the beautiful artistry such as stained glass windows and saints galore!!  Made me proud to be a Catholic!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our nice walk about in the city, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I headed back to our room to get ready for the spank fest!!  I was excited to see some of my city friends and have fun!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; made sure to give me a few bonus swats before we left.  I'm not sure what they were for because strangely enough, I don't always pay attention when I'm in party mode!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick cab ride, we arrived at our spanking destination for the party!!  And just as I suspected...the party was already in full swing!!  Loud spanks and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;owwwww's&lt;/span&gt;" were heard loud and clear and I knew I was in the right place!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually plan my party night by the first person I play with and this night, I was approached by a new man.  At least he was new to this party.  He was older but very nice and so I went off to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was very interesting to say the least.  Usually for first time party players they go kinda easy on you because of two important factors...1) they don't know you and what your limits are 2) they want the opportunity to play again and if they mess up the first time they will NOT get that opportunity again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made sure to note that he was considerate from the start...he asked if I liked it hard or soft and then followed that question up with if I'd like the spanking to be more along the lines of discipline or sensual.  Sensual? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY??&lt;/span&gt;  At a party??  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED FLAG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've been to parties before, I know how to handle myself if I feel that things are not going well.  I suggest discipline and off we go.  He places me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OTK&lt;/span&gt; and usually I find that newer males to these parties like to spank over the skirt just because 1) they don't know you that well so they want to make sure that they display a level of respect for you and 2) because they want build up the excitement level during the play session.  Totally makes sense right??  WRONG!! Not with this guy...he goes straight for skirt up and panties down.  Now mind you...if I was a new girl, this would be a little too fast for my taste and another red flag.  However, like I previously stated...I can handle myself so I let him continue with the spanking.  Which for the most part, was decent.  Until he started to spank my thighs!!  THIGHS REALLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see if he had discussed this with me prior to doing it, but of course, he did not!!  Now, I have been spanked many times on my thighs by people who KNOW me and know what I can take and so forth.  But what did this guy know about me??  Other than, it probably hurt his hand like hell to spank my ass right?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  All in all, I made sure to let him know that I wasn't sure that spanking me on the thighs was the way to go here. I made sure to make eye contact when I said that.  I didn't want to send any mixed signals here.  He needed to be clear what I was saying and he was.  The spanking ended shortly thereafter and he scurried off to find his next victim.  I managed to monitor him the rest of the night and noticed a few other red flag issues that I brought up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SSNY&lt;/span&gt; board members.  At any rate, the guy could be harmless with a seasoned player but with a new girl...he could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;traumatizing&lt;/span&gt; and I don't want that for any new girl at these parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that spanking episode I made it my nights mission to play with all new male tops at the party.  Not to be the spanking police or anything like that but to experience other new male tops at the party.  I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by the players there.  Almost all of the men I played with were considerate and fun!  And I appreciate that very much!!  Next opportunity I get to play with them we can take it to the next level and have more fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night slowly came to a close, a summer rain storm made it's way over NYC.  Talk about having fun catching a cab!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  But we made it back to our hotel a little wet but satisfied from the spanking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; made sure to spank me before we drifted into dreamland and noticed a few nicely placed bruises on my bottom.  I love when I have lasting memories from a fun weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we headed to Brooklyn to say good bye to my spanking friends before I headed back to LA.  It's always nice to see them but getting harder and harder to leave them!!  Ian the London Tanner expressed to the group that he hadn't spanked me at all and with that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OTK&lt;/span&gt; getting his iron hand on my already bruised bottom!!  Spankings never stop for a bruised bottom do they?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  Don't worry everyone, I was a very happy and sore girl!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of missing my plane ride home, this was another fun and exciting weekend of spanking fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the spanking agenda?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Shadow Lane&lt;/span&gt; Party - Labor Day Weekend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be going??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-1068171467112333533?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/1068171467112333533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=1068171467112333533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1068171467112333533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1068171467112333533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/07/ssny-summer-spanking-spectactular.html' title='SSNY Summer Spanking Spectactular!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4728871854954273106</id><published>2009-07-05T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:19:14.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time IS Flying By...FMS Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Funny thing about time...it always gets away from me and the next thing I know, I'm getting spanked for not updating my blog regularly!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEK!&lt;/span&gt;  So I owe my biggest fan an update or I'm told that the spanking generator does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; fare kindly on repeat offenses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YIKES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This means I have start back with the Florida Moonshine Party which I attended back on June 5-8 on the beach in Tampa Bay, FL.  Talk about a great event!!  I arrived on June 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 5:30 am and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; picked me up and we made our way to the hotel to get some rest prior to party fun.  It was great to finally be at the beach with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spanko&lt;/span&gt; friends alike.  This time SM and ME were joining in on the beach spanking fun which I was excited for in itself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;After my rest I connected with J and C in their room and chatted about our evening plans.  Up for that evening was the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; which I was vending.  So I knew that I had to be there early to set up and then I would meet up with them there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;On a side note, prior to this weekend, a group of us had concocted the mother of all role plays which was to play out on Saturday!!  It was a total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; families and if that's not enough, I don't know what is!!  Of course you can thank yours truly and my cousin J for thinking of how the whole thing started.  I just love my cousin to death!! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*  Anyway, this is the role play in its entirety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;WHO’S RELATED TO WHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and D are sisters, their parents are related to Uncle S...their parents are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squeamish&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and are also in Europe on vacation but in reality they are researching boarding schools for their naughty daughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and A are sisters and their daddy is FL M who is the bartender and Aunt M's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; is Maria's daddy (who LOVES oodles of cousins, like in REAL life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle S and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; are brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle S is married to Aunt M and J is Uncle S and Aunt M's daughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes ALL the girls cousins...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school one day ....Maria invited all the girls back to her house because her Daddy was working late. The day before maria dared her cousin J to steal some of her mommy's pot and give it to cousin I. I (being a culinary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;) claimed to make the BEST pot brownies ever. J stole the pot and all the girls ate them on the walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, J, D, I, and A passed I and A's daddy's bar(Uncle FL M). I and A had the brilliant idea to take the girls into the bar. They pretended to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;restroom&lt;/span&gt; when really they wanted to score some liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the bar J and maria played Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PAC&lt;/span&gt; Man, I used the restroom, and A snatched some Rum. D started flirting with the bartender...who was I and A's dad FL M. S was seated at a nearby table sucking face with her new boyfriend who is also D's EX boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came running out of the restroom all goofy and laughing at herself...she grabbed J, maria and A and took them back in to the bathroom to see her handiwork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(EEK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; She wrote horrible things about her Aunt M on the wall with maria's pastel markers...(the ones she let D borrow that I stole...knowing that the markers would be traced back to D who was a total ho by flirting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE, D was pissed that S was sucking face with her ex. He was touching S and groping her and she was all giggly. Maria turned to J and yelled, "that's gross!" Just then D lunged on S and wrestled her to the floor messing up her pretty make up and hair. J and Maria started video taping it with Maria's cell phone hoping to sell it to girls gone wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - just to recap - J stole pot, I made pot brownies, all the girls got stoned, they snuck into a bar, A stole Rum, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; bad things about Aunt M, D was a ho, S sucked face, D and S got into a fight and Maria and J sold the tape to "Girls gone Wild" but are too young to understand what they did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fight - all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;girls got the munchies and went to the grocery store to get some snacks. D and S made up and they all went to Maria's house to watch her Maria's Daddy's stash of porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This was turning out to be a circus, but all parties were extra excited to participate!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Back to the Vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Faire&lt;/span&gt; on Friday night...at just about 6pm people started to shuffle into the hall to see what was being sold.  I was there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;representing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Whackme&lt;/span&gt; Paddles with all my paddle wares.  Of course I couldn't get anyone to volunteer to be my demo dolly so I had to do double duty that night!  During the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; they served appetizers for everyone which went rather quickly I might add!  I guess people were quite famished from all the spankings that took place prior to the vendor's event...who knows?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;During the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; they did the ice breaker game which was a spanking scavenger hunt.  This time each person needed to find a spanker or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;spankee&lt;/span&gt; in all of the states.  Can you imagine?  Talk about that being a hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;feat&lt;/span&gt; to complete!!  At any rate, that set the game in motion.  Each person had to find a person from their home state (some people did live in multiple states throughout their lives...it was your job to obtain that information after all) and if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt; got them to sign your sheet, then they got or gave 5-10 swats depending on your position (Top or bottom).  Seems pretty harmless right??  How about after you've been playing for quite a while...like maybe 2 hours!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  Yes it was fun to watch as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;spankers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;spankees&lt;/span&gt; hustled around trying to complete their lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Once the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; was completed, the penthouse suites were opened up for socializing and more playing fun.  Here everyone fluttered from room to room as the suites filled with spanking sounds all around.  At midnight they brought in pizza for those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;spankers&lt;/span&gt; who were beyond hungry with play.  At the close of night one, everyone seemed to be happy and to have had great fun...as did I and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;...we enjoyed hanging out with friends and having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The next morning all the girls at the FMS academy had to be in class promptly at 10am sharp!!  In full uniform I might add...YIKES!!  I got my outfit on and was escorted to class by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; who was kind enough to give me a note...isn't that awesome??  I love how he looks out for me.  Of course we all get to class only to find out the Headmaster's are LATE!!  UGH!!  Some example they set for us girls...no wonder we're so out of control in class!!  And that is absolutely NO LIE!!  WE were crazy in class that morning...girls came to class not dressed in uniform...some girls were chewing gum which is totally prohibited...some girls were NOT wearing regulation panties...it was a total disgrace to the academy but awesome at the same time!!  Our lesson plan for the day involved geography...who studies geography these days...you're just lucky we know where we live in these days and times...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;SHEESH&lt;/span&gt;!!  Of course not to mention that we needed to review our report cards as well.  It's a good thing I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;exceptionally&lt;/span&gt; well in my report card so I was not worried...but to see and hear some of the other girl's report cards were outrageous!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  All in all, we had a fun time and heard similar reports from the Mistress Gala which took place at the same time.  I heard that M.E. was a hit with all those naughty boys!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Later that afternoon, our family role play was planned.  I was excited to finally see my naughty cousins get their just desserts!!  Some of them were just totally out of control with their lying and such!!  I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; that he better make sure punish my cousins for corrupting me!!  All in all we had a great time...all of us girls were spanked and paddled by our uncles and one awesome Aunt M for all our misdeeds and all was right with the world again!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!  (see role play description above for how it was to play out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we all gathered together for dinner and spanking trivia!!  This is always a lot of fun, as we all get together and relax, enjoy good food and company.  Then couples square against each other in competition during spanking trivia.  It was funny to watch everyone try and guess the answers as the couples were quickly eliminated one by one.  In the end Richard Windsor and his partner Emily were the winners!  The food was excellent and after trivia was over, people started to file up to the penthouse suites for more spanking fun.  I heard people were playing in to the wee hours of the morning as most guests were heading back home the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Corporal Punishment court was in session!!  Judge Strict Dave was presiding over all cases that were submitted and the docket was FULL!!  YIKES!!  So many funny cases were brought up especially the one against Ian the London Tanner!!  It was funny to watch his expression as he was called before the judge...it looked like familiar setting for him...with guilt written all over his face!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  All in all the judge went easy on him and he got off!! The nerve!!  Case after case were presented and I must say, I was quite impressed by the defendants this time!! They were quite prepared!!  It was fun watching the losing parties get spanked as their punishment as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concluded the FMS Beach Party!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I stayed an extra night with a few other party goers who didn't want the fun on the beach to end.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I made our way out to the water for some ocean fun and then back in the Jacuzzi for a nice relaxing evening.  It was a great weekend get away for us and we had a great time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;SSNY&lt;/span&gt; Summer Spectacular - July 10-12 in NYC!!  Hope you can make it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time everyone,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4728871854954273106?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4728871854954273106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4728871854954273106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4728871854954273106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4728871854954273106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-is-flying-by.html' title='Time IS Flying By...FMS Report'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-1387272782492234446</id><published>2009-06-04T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:43:23.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you "FEEL" IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;That's the excitement in the air!!!  Tomorrow I head out to the annual Florida Moonshine Party in Tampa, FL!!  You KNOW I'm excited if I'm writing this right now when I should be in bed.  But I can't sleep.  I'm TOO excited!!  That and my arms are aching from working out...what else is new??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, the party is shaping up to be a fun time.  If you haven't already sent in your application and been approved, then you'll more than likely be missing this party.  You'll have to wait until next year's party.  And may I say in advance, I'm SORRY you'll be missing out on all the spanking fun at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night is the Vendor's Faire and Opening reception.  Followed by the Spanking Scavenger Hunt and Ice Breaker.  Later around midnight they bring the party patrons pizza because spanking makes you hungry right?? LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday they have the FMS Academy for Naughty Girls class session as well as the Governesses' Gala which is will be fun for all!!  Later that evening is the dinner and magic show with Magic Steve. Quickly followed by Spanking Trivia (where I hear Rad &amp;amp; Sandy are apparently going DOWN!)  We'll just have to see about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the weekend concludes with Spanking Court for those who are brought up on charges during the weekend.  I'll be sure to be charged with something or another!! *weg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my bags are semi packed and just one more day of work and I'll be off to enjoy the sounds of spanking and waves crashing on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then....see you at the beach!!  Or when I get back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-1387272782492234446?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/1387272782492234446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=1387272782492234446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1387272782492234446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1387272782492234446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-feel-it.html' title='Can you &quot;FEEL&quot; IT?'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4481064214019822229</id><published>2009-05-05T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:35:04.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Statue of Liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking parties'/><title type='text'>Better Late than Never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;So, 29 cane strokes later and probably 3 more to go, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; getting around to giving you the update to the SSNY party in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;With over 90 people in attendance, the latest SSNY party went off with out a hitch!!  Lots of spanking and socializing...and MORE spanking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;I arrived at the  &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_0"&gt;Washington Dulles   Airport&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_1"&gt;on Friday morning&lt;/span&gt; where TGC was waiting for me.  After a delay in collecting my luggage, we made our way to NJ to spend the day and then planned to head to our hotel in NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Of course we had some unfinished discussions to have and so before I knew it I was being spanked for something that I said or did while I was hundreds of miles away.  TGC is nothing but consistent...or is that constipated...I'm not sure...but I was well spanked before the evening rolled around.  Our evening plan was to wait for J to come over and the three of us would drive to the city.  Of course that meant more time to get spanked until she arrived and as predicted, she was LATE!!  No worries, I always allow a little leeway for my BFF...just wish TGC did!!  I'm definitely putting that on his "TO-DO" list!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;On a side note, I'd like to mention that driving in the car with my sis J is so much fun!!  Not only did she make the ride more interesting, but I learned that she is also a back seat driver like me!!  Two back seat drivers in ONE car??  YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Once at the hotel, we checked in for the night.  The SSNY was scheduled to take place &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_2"&gt;on Saturday night&lt;/span&gt; this time, so we had the night to hang out and have fun.  Lucky for us, other party goers were also staying in the hotel so we had the chance to hang out and play.  My good friend from LA came out to this party so &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_3"&gt;I was glad&lt;/span&gt; when we were able to take off and play one on one in his room.  Talk about a perfect spanking setting too!!!  While I lay on the bed bare bottom, H opened the curtain to the spectacular view of the  Empire State   Building !!  I was very excited to have such a view as I'm sure I was giving H quite a "view" too!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;The next morning TGC and I woke up and headed out to tour the city.  NYC was having AWESOME weather!!  I believe it was in the 70's and the sun was shining so it seemed that everyone in the city was out and about!!  So TGC and I headed to  China Town  for some MORE purse shopping and food.  This was the first time I had ever had a Knish (which TGC wanted me to try out).  Then we headed to Katz Deli for NY style Pastrami sandwiches!! OMG!!  Talk about awesome!!  I was definitely a happy girl after that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Funny side moment before we started this day....apparently I made a comment about NOT playing with TGC so I could save my butt for the party LOL!!  I was reminded ALL day that I did NOT get to make this decision!!  Funny how things just come out of your mouth when you don't pay attention....LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;After riding the subway and having a fun day in the sun, we headed back to our hotel for a quick rest and change before heading to the SSNY Spank Party!!  Once we arrived, the party was in full swing!  Lots of party people were getting their play on as well as enjoying the nice food provided but the SSNY board members.  The part I enjoy the most is seeing friends who I don't get to see that often.  So it was nice to catch up with J &amp;amp; D and my friend I!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;I was especially happy to do a scene with TGC, myself and D!!  First D spanked me while TGC watched...(a little girl on girl action is always fun...not just for me, but I'm sure for TGC watching!! LOL!)  Then TGC got to spank D while I watched (and mostly instigated!!)  That was definitely a highlight for sure!!  Made me make a mental note to make some time to get out in their neck of the woods for some spanking fun sometime in the near future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Then I was off to play with many other Tops....at some point, I made a game of it with TGC to see who got more action LOL!!  He wasn't too happy with me about that, but hey, it was all in good fun right??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Another definite highlight was seeing the gang from Punished Brats there not only vending some of their movies, but enjoying the spanking party fun as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;One thing I did notice at this party was the noticeably crowd of younger people in attendance!!  Not really a demographic that I've seen at the many spanking parties that I've attended in all my years in the scene but WOW, it was definitely refreshing to see them out and enjoying themselves!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Once the party winded down, those of us who had hotel rooms invited some of the party goes for an after hours spanking party.  This was a great way to relax and have fun until we got too loud!!  EEEK!!  So after a while, we called it a night and headed back to our room for some REAL rest and sleep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;he next morning we headed to meet some of the gang for a nice French brunch.  Nice hot coffee was flowing, along with good conversation and food!!  A special thanks to S and R for hosting and organizing this event!  I think there were like 25-30 of us total!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;So far this was my 4th or 5th time out to NYC and every time I want to see the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_4"&gt;Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;.  This time TGC took me on the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_5"&gt;Staten Island Ferry&lt;/span&gt; so I could see it!!  YAY!!  I loved to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; see &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_6"&gt;Lady Liberty&lt;/span&gt;!!  And with the beautiful weather, I was a very happy brat girl indeed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Finally the weekend was coming to an end to which we left the city and made our way back to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_7"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/span&gt;.  I wasn't scheduled to leave for home until &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241573249_8"&gt;Monday evening&lt;/span&gt; so at least we could relax and rest for one more night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;All in all, the weekend was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; success and personally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!!  I love the SSNY group and enjoy every party that I've been able to attend.  Thanks to the SSNY Board for putting on a great party!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;I look forward to the next party in the summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Until then....Happy Spankings everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4481064214019822229?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4481064214019822229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4481064214019822229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4481064214019822229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4481064214019822229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never...'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-6015351890729324943</id><published>2009-04-11T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:08:27.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's was a "Good Friday" in LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SeAvQNyl86I/AAAAAAAAADY/Pak_ucRTzOg/s1600-h/100_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SeAvQNyl86I/AAAAAAAAADY/Pak_ucRTzOg/s320/100_0786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323306715178202018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Looks like your typical day in Los Angeles right??  Well it was a colder day, with rain clouds above about to burst at any given moment.  Luckily it was a pretty windy day, which meant those rain clouds didn't stand a chance!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Next week I head back to the East Coast for some spanking fun at the "Spring Fling" event held by &lt;/span&gt;Strictly&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Spanking New York (&lt;/span&gt;SSNY&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm excited to get out of town and visit with &lt;/span&gt;TGC and J and a few other fun spanky&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; friends.  Seems like a long time since I've been out there but in reality I was out there in February.  Could I be developing a crush on the East Coast and all it's glory?  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, a secret I may need to keep for a little while longer (unless you spank it out of me...*&lt;/span&gt;weg&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But back in Los Angeles, I celebrated "Good Friday".  Sometimes a brat girl needs to take time out from her busy life and remember why I'm here and be blessed.  Celebrating "Good Friday" for me meant singing at the "Good Friday" mass at my church.  I may have never mentioned this before, but I do have a fancy for singing.  Especially when it involves singing at church and singing in harmonies...there is definitely something haunting when you're singing a Psalm in a four part harmony!!  Maybe that's just a "me" thing....but I love it.  I love how music intertwines itself with &lt;/span&gt;liturgy&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  But yet again, definitely just a "me" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SeAytWazubI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gp2yq-dWwIs/s1600-h/100_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SeAytWazubI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gp2yq-dWwIs/s320/100_0790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323310514245450162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I spent the day with family.  And we headed out to the Griffith Observatory to see what was going on in the night sky!!  Not a bad day for being high above the city.  We had a pretty good time hanging out and enjoying the views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope you all have a nice Easter and I'll be sure to post a &lt;/span&gt;Pre&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Party Post before I head back out to the New York Spanking Spectacular!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~maria &lt;/span&gt;fbg&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-6015351890729324943?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/6015351890729324943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=6015351890729324943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6015351890729324943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6015351890729324943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-was-good-friday-in-la.html' title='It&apos;s was a &quot;Good Friday&quot; in LA'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SeAvQNyl86I/AAAAAAAAADY/Pak_ucRTzOg/s72-c/100_0786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-6343217277695832171</id><published>2009-03-14T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:54:11.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadowlane'/><title type='text'>When You're Number "One"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes it's true...I'm still trying to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recuperate&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; party in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas...which is partly why I haven't posted about the party. Too many things happened during the party as well as right after which weighed me down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Many things are swirling around in my head at the moment so I figure I'll get this stuff down before something else comes in and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interferes&lt;/span&gt; with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;The party was &lt;strong&gt;GREAT!!&lt;/strong&gt; The dynamic of the party was definitely different than parties in the past and before you think it sounds like a complaint..it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;! I've never gone to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; party without my posse of "girls". Some of the greatest, funnest times I've had have been with my "girls", but some of them couldn't make it this time around. This time it was just me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt; Well, not &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; us, there were something like 200 other guests there, but it was extremely hard to realize that other people were there. In parties past, I was out and about, playing with others at suite parties, or fulfilling play dates. This time I enjoyed just being with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not saying that I didn't play with others, because I did. I relaxed and laughed and gambled with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and we had a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt; doing it!! Now, now, I don't want to disappoint anyone...He &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; spank me (when &lt;strong&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/strong&gt; he spank me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;So where am I going with this you're probably wondering...well, I guess I was asking myself a lot of questions throughout the weekend and they carried over to when I got back. What happens when you find the "One"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;First of all, I can't begin to express how happy I am right now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; makes me laugh so much and keeps things in perspective, I sit home and think, so &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; is what was missing all this time? Funny how you never know what you've been missing until you get in right?? I've been missing that...someone in my life who makes me feel good about why I'm here. Before I get a &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; bunch of people mad at me with that statement, you &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;A while back, long before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; was even in the picture...even before I started out in the scene search, I was a happy girl once. I had a perfect little life with someone who fulfilled every aspect of my life, even spanking. And then they were gone...simple as that. Not even a chance to let them know how much they meant to me, but I'm sure they knew it. I spent a lot of time after that not even caring about what happened next. I just wanted to &lt;strong&gt;MAKE&lt;/strong&gt; it to the next moment. Simple goals really. Get up, get to work, eat, get home, sleep. Getting through the days until they became weeks, and then months, then finally years. The numbness wears off after time and then you start to feel again. Oh sure, I wasn't entirely alone...I chose the path most traveled...I chose a toxic relationship and commiserated. It wasn't so bad until the fog cleared. All in the past...I've moved way past all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;When I finally started to live again and search out there in the scene among my friends, I didn't really know what I was looking for. And to be honest with you (and myself) a part of me didn't even want to put that out there...I didn't want to narrow it down to specifics. I wanted to keep it simple. I wanted someone who would make me laugh and who liked me for me. I wanted someone who would make me happy. Because I already knew that whoever it was that came into my life was going to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;D when they got me. Because I know me...I know what I give in return...and trust me...I'm &lt;strong&gt;GOLDEN&lt;/strong&gt;!! (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, yeah no modesty here, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;So while I searched, I interviewed many friends on their thoughts, got a ton of advice on what they were looking for and so forth and compared to what I wanted. Most of them thought I shouldn't look for anything because that's when you don't find what you're looking for. One person (a special person at that, Thank you &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;) told me to &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; settle for less than what I wanted. As a matter of fact, they gave me a calendar quote that I have posted and can see every day that reads, "The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even &lt;strong&gt;LESS&lt;/strong&gt; than you settled for." For some reason, that's what stuck with me. I didn't want less...I wanted what I wanted...but &lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt; was that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well I didn't want a married man, and low and behold, I felt like a damn married man magnet!! It was horrible!! Just when I thought I was done with a married man trying to get in my inner circle, another one would come. It was beyond frustrating!! But I didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; #2. I wanted to be #1. So as hard as it was, I forged forward...still searching and having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; luck at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;At the same time, I practically gave up and just started to focus on me. That was a first... Times before when I thought about just me, no one was happy. That's because no one got my attention. But that's the point of focusing on me right?? It was a crazy time , but it didn't turn out to be so bad. Strangely enough, the "me" time got me closer to my friends. I traveled with friends, I went to parties out of state and had a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Out of nowhere (just like they said) I met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;. Although our first meeting wasn't exactly fireworks or falling stars...it was in alignment with what would happen the months that followed when we met again. I'll be the first to admit, I wasn't quite sure what it all meant when we met. I thought he was a stalker for God's sake!! How was I supposed to know he was just trying to get to know me better!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! Just goes to show you how out of the loop I was right?? Or just how much I was focusing on me...who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm happy to say that was almost 9 months ago...and I'm still as happy as I was the first time I went to visit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; in NJ/NY/DC/PA. I enjoy his company and how he makes me laugh still even today. Maybe it's helpful that we're thousands of miles away from each other...I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just want what I want...and that's for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's a simple request really ... simple for a brat like me I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;~maria &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-6343217277695832171?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/6343217277695832171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=6343217277695832171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6343217277695832171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6343217277695832171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-youre-number-one.html' title='When You&apos;re Number &quot;One&quot;'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-1886097034445158142</id><published>2009-02-20T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:23:05.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>A Pre-SL Weekend in Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, I always have the best excuses...and there really is no excuse for not updating my blog since my last visit to NYC. However, it was a GREAT time!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few highlights: It's always great to see friends in scene, but Frank and Caroline all the way from Ireland?? WOW!! I was so glad to be able to see them both!! Next time I'm sure I'll get over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frank's&lt;/span&gt; knee...he sure was busy!! And might I add HOT during that Professor caning a insolent student Caroline...that will teach her to cheat off my homework!! *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was also great to finally play with The Gentle Bear....who knew he had a BIG bag of tricks!! Thanks for a great play session on Sat. night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course a HUGE and special thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TCG&lt;/span&gt; who made this weekend awesome for me!! Except for the suicidal car ride to the party on Friday night!! NEVER take me down Times Square with all those crazy cab drivers!! YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On to the weekends events...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this weekend is a vanilla weekend celebration...a Birthday Celebration for one of my sisters &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISHA&lt;/span&gt;!! At first I thought this weekend was going to be just a couple of girls...at final count as of this morning...we're up to 25 girls!! YIKES!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this should be interesting, right??? Lots of trouble for us girls to get into I'm sure, but apparently I have strict orders from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TCG&lt;/span&gt; to behave myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really is a good thing what happens in Vegas STAYS in Vegas right?? *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Until next week...time to shuffle off into the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~maria &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-1886097034445158142?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/1886097034445158142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=1886097034445158142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1886097034445158142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1886097034445158142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/02/pre-sl-weekend-in-las-vegas.html' title='A Pre-SL Weekend in Las Vegas'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-8670494959639380149</id><published>2009-01-23T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:02:59.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mischief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misbehavior'/><title type='text'>SSNY Valentine's Day Spank Party - A Forecast into the Future!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not much for science fiction movies or books or anything like that. I didn't flock to the Star Trek convention dressed in my favorite futuristic outfit (although that might be interesting, right?) when it came to Los Angeles or anything like that. It's almost pure torture to sit and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Battlestar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gallatica&lt;/span&gt; Star Trek and Star Wars. I mostly loved ‘Back to the Future’, but who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIDN&lt;/span&gt;’T&lt;/strong&gt; love Michael J. Fox back then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress...During a recent conversation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;, we discussed the future. Not the type of future you're thinking about...not future musings such as where it is that were going or what's for dinner, what are you doing tomorrow or anything basic and simple like that. He asked me what I thought was going to happen to a naughty girl like me when I come to NY for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SSNY&lt;/span&gt; Valentine’s Day Spank Party in two weeks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after the conversation was over, I thought...hey, this might be a fun little exercise. What if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forecasted&lt;/span&gt; my own mischievous future?? Of course that caused me to sit down and brainstorm some rather detailed ideas that only an insolent, disobedient and not to forget naughty brat like myself can think of. Can you imagine if &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;time machine was a cute little dual seat Porsche or a Cadillac &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Escalade&lt;/span&gt; (because a brat always wants to invite her bratty friends along when naughtiness is involved). Of course, some of my deepest naughtiest ideas can't even be published as even 'I' know they are too evil to post here. I think it's best to just describe the mostly naughty and mischievous ideas in my mind. As you know, I'm always up for adding a little Latina brat spice to the Big Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fbg's&lt;/span&gt; Forecast of Naughty Ideas consists of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides your general and average naughtiness...here it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt; plans to have her hearing decline. I think she'll hear only what she wants to hear and be done with it. If she doesn't hear anything good, she'll more and likely just pretend to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; hear it. How will you know?? What? What? What?? What?? &lt;strong&gt;WHAT???&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...Sure wish I could hear you. You want to buy me a present?? Sure I can accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think Maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt; plans to never see a corner the entire weekend. Bring on the round rooms!! Might as well because if I'm told I need to go and stand in the corner, I may quickly lose my mind as to what exactly a corner is. What? You said to stand in the corner?? What IS a corner anyway?? Why don't I sit down and listen as you explain &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; what a corner is and while you're at it, maybe you can explain your purpose....oh but don't forget...I may not hear most of your discussion. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd like to continue to spread the naughtiness around (if you &lt;strong&gt;MUST &lt;/strong&gt;adopt this kind of bratty behavior) please email me privately and we can discuss some sort of training classes for you presented to you by yours truly. Think of the fun we'll have!! And as you know the standard disclaimers applies: I, maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;, will &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;be held responsible for any trainees misbehavior and general naughtiness etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you were going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SSNY&lt;/span&gt; Valentine's Day Spanking Party too??? *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-8670494959639380149?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/8670494959639380149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=8670494959639380149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8670494959639380149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8670494959639380149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/01/ssny-valentines-day-spank-party.html' title='SSNY Valentine&apos;s Day Spank Party - A Forecast into the Future!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-2599999884638832359</id><published>2009-01-22T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:52:56.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toppy Guy C'/><title type='text'>Welcome to MY World!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to 2009!! I hope everyone celebrated the New Year the way they wanted. I know I did!! I had a GREAT time in NJ/NY!! I'm starting to become a regular out on the East Coast!! All I can say is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alas, the New Year began with a bit of a change of pace. I thought it would be a good idea to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy C come to visit me. Before the new year came I had thought this would be a great idea...and then I remembered...I need to clean my place for a visit like that!! So back in December I started cleaning out my closet. YIKES!! Once I started that project, I realized that I had a LONG way to go!! So when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy C and I decided that January would be a good time for him to come visit, that meant I had to kick the cleaning into high gear and quick!! So I spent two weeks cleaning in preparation for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy C's visit. What a nightmare!! Well, it wasn't THAT bad but still, talk about a lot of work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I planned to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy C at the airport so once I got there, we headed right back to my place to relax. I think he liked my tiny apartment and definitely appreciated the nice warm weather we were having!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Things were definitely off to a good start. With the exception of a pending conversation about some bad language I had used. That could only mean one thing: SOAP!! YIKES!! After a discussion about the language (and no soap, since I didn't have any!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy C spanked me and we were off to bed. His philosophy is along the lines of every girl should go to sleep with a warm bottom....something about helping girls sleep better...I always wonder where this philosophy comes from...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next morning, after sleeping to get some extra rest, I got up and made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy C some breakfast....of course you know what happens when you cook for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy right?? Cooking naked AND spankings with cooking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;EEEK&lt;/span&gt;!! What was I thinking?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! I knew that I was in for more spankings throughout the weekend, so I was well prepared that they would come whenever the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy felt they were needed. And at that, I knew this was going to be a fun weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a very traditional Mexican breakfast (made by yours truly), we headed out to run some errands and meet the first member of my ENORMOUS family!! Mom joined us for lunch which was fun!! Mom was great....not to intrusive, just her happy self. It was nice to see her talk so easily with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; Guy C). Once lunch was over, we had decided to meet my mom again the next day. So far so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once the errands were done, we came back to my place to relax before heading out for the evening. Our plan was to head to the Lair for some spanking fun!! I was really interested to see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; was going to think of the place in comparison to Paddles NYC. But before that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; was introduced to SM and ME. Since they had heard so much about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; from me, I wanted them to meet before going into the Lair for the night. Overall, I think it went well....once we were done with our formal introductions and talk, we all headed to the Lair for a night of spanking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The place was packed!! So much play activity, so much to see!! I gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; the official tour so he could see the space and see some of the scenes that were already in progress and field any questions he may have had. I also made sure to introduce him to those Lair members that I know fairly well. Once we made our way all around the place, SM suggested we find a spot to play. After a quick search of the big room, we settled on spot and got started. First off, I get punished for not doing this very thing: BLOGGING!! I know I slack at keeping my blog updated, so this was to serve as a reminder, that I shouldn't leave my readers hanging!! YIKES!! Behind me, I could hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; in full agreement...THE NERVE!! (sigh!) Without getting into TOO much detail, the night was fun. When all was said and done...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I made our way back to my place at a very early morning hour and we still needed to get up early for church the next day!! YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next morning I got up to ANOTHER spanking!! YIKES!! Then I told to hurry up and get ready so we wouldn't be late to church!! I know what you're thinking...I'm ALWAYS late, but I had extra incentive this time...that and bag full of implements!! So you'll be happy to know that we arrived just minutes before mass started!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! Of course I got that glare threat, but being safe in the choir section, I smiled and sang my heart out!! Once mass was done, I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; around to meet my fellow choir members. I guess you can call them my extended family, since I see them every week. Everyone was very excited to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; too!! After the MANY introductions and hellos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I made our way to my favorite restaurant to meet my Dad, little sister and Jesse (a friend from choir). As I sat and listened to the table conversation between my Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; it was quite apparent that they got a long very well. I can't express how happy that made me. Of course, I was reminded that I was to be spanked for giggling during church!! EEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a nice traditional Mexican meal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I headed to listen to some music with my Mom. This gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; the opportunity to meet MORE family!! As it turns out, my aunt and uncle are IN the band!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! The music was great and so was the crowd!! WOW!! Everyone was dancing up a storm as we sat and listened to the music and relaxed. It was nice to sit in the sun and enjoy good music with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next we headed to my Grandfather's house as it was Uncle David's birthday!! Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! Mostly ALL my family was there!! (Everyone LOVES Uncle David you know!!) So introductions all around to my aunts and uncles, as well as cousins. In all I think about 20 members in all showed up!! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; was a trooper!! As I stood by him through the introductions, I felt so happy to be there with him. He was awesome with everyone!! After Happy Birthday was sung, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I headed home to relax! Of course I got spanked AGAIN for the surprise family ambush, but what can I say?? That's how our family is!! We just all show up out of nowhere!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a weekend full of spankings and meeting family, I was glad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; and I to have a nice Monday Holiday off to just relax. Of course, last minute, I had him meet two of my closest friends and my niece but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; to be quite OK with it. Besides, I was getting used to the spankings anyway...NOT!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;The next day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt; was headed home, which was sad for me. I had a GREAT time sharing my world with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;TGC&lt;/span&gt;. I can only hope he has just as much fun as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in all, it was a great visit for me!! I can't wait until he comes back to meet the REST of my family!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-2599999884638832359?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/2599999884638832359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=2599999884638832359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2599999884638832359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2599999884638832359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to MY World!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4359120005096895012</id><published>2008-12-30T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:51:23.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='east coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>What's in Store for the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally time to bring 2008 to a close.  When I look back at the year in retrospect, I can't believe SO much has happened!!  There has definitely been happy and sad moments, but most of all, there has been CHANGE!!  Definitely good change too!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the year went by, so did so many things...but one thing is for sure...2008 was a great year for me.  I got to see so much of the world (more than I thought I would) and I developed some really awesome friendships in the process.  My life is definitely much more enriched because of these new found and some not so new found friendships.  Anyone can do a happy dance for that reason alone you know??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it comes down to for me is seeing that life has a funny way of showing you what you need to see.  If you choose to learn and grow, hey, you're the better for it.  I love that I learned a lot this year and all in all, I'm a very happy brat girl.  Now ten years ago, things were different but that was ten years ago. Right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So onward to a new year where things will be better than last year!!  Keep looking up and forging forward everyone...if things aren't going exactly as you planned, make a change, fix it....just do whatever you NEED to do to make life what you want it to be.  Trust me, life is too short to feel sad and sorry and besides, no one comes to pity parties (unless their your bestest friend and the only reason they go is because they plan to kick you in the ass!! At least that's the kind of friend "I" am).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make 2009 your year to shine!!  I know I plan to!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy New Year to all my friends who made this year one I will never forget.  You all know who you are too...Thank you for gifting me with your friendship that I will cherish all the rest of my days here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to SM and ME for being awesome supporters of me.  For without you, I might not have ever found the secret path to life's treasures.  Thank you both for showing me the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to my bestest brat friend in the world J!  We started the year together and we'll end the year together and start all over again.  My life is that much better just because you're a part of it!!  Together I have no doubt that we, my friend, will go wherever we want.  Thank you for taking this journey with me.  I'm looking forward to long walks, wonderful insightful talks and LOTS of fun in the new year.  Most of all...this is your year to find what you're looking for.  I can FEEL it!! (You know me and my feelings too!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last but definitely not least...thanks to Toppy Guy C who came into my world when I least expected it.  I have always heard when you least expect it, things happen.  I'm glad you stalked me and were persistent enough to see past my hardened exterior.  You make my world shine bright with happiness.  Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for showing me what your paddle, belt, strap, cane, tawse can do.  No really, my butt thanks you... (grins)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy New Year and MANY blessings into the new year to my spanko friends out there...especially those of you who are close to my heart...(Headmaster DP, Mr. TT, SWFlbrat, Indy, KathyCA, Dawna &amp;amp; Floyd, Rad &amp;amp; Sandy, Mr. Officious, Lil Nicole,  LauraT &amp;amp; Joelly, Alona, Sass &amp;amp; HL, Ian, Kay &amp;amp; Maggie, Dan Dan the spanking man, Dave &amp;amp; Stacy just to name few....and to ALL of you who have touched my life somehow someway....many thanks to you!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for me to board a plane to the East Coast.  Life just never stops for the Funny Brat Girl in case you were wondering...if you're living life too grap a piece of the fun and hang on tight...prepare for the wild ride and all that good stuff....I'm ALWAYS ready....are you??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until next year...time to shuffle off into the sunset...see you all next year!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4359120005096895012?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4359120005096895012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4359120005096895012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4359120005096895012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4359120005096895012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-store-for-new-year.html' title='What&apos;s in Store for the New Year'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-6366379042115871314</id><published>2008-12-11T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:06:48.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking parties'/><title type='text'>SSNY Party Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SUEyAp96tvI/AAAAAAAAADA/eTIVOps9PW4/s1600-h/1206081313-710527.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278555225101874930" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SUEyAp96tvI/AAAAAAAAADA/eTIVOps9PW4/s320/1206081313-710527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Before I even left CA I was beyond excited!! This was going to be a crazy fun party and what better place than NYC?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My plane was due to depart from LA on Thursday night and arrive in DC on Friday morning where Toppy Guy C was to be waiting....but no one told me he was going to be waiting with a clothes brush!!! EEK!! This Toppy Guy didn't wait any time once we got to the car to give me some hard swats with the clothes brush...(I knew I should have never gave him that thing!!) Before I knew it, I was pushed into the trunk of the car and he quickly applied about 6 hard swats!! OUCH!! It didn't even matter if anyone was around this time...(figures!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Toppy Guy C walks me to the passenger side car door and just as I'm about to get in the car, he makes me put my hands on the seat and applies yet another set of spanks with the clothes brush!! What is this world coming to anyway?? Can't a girl have a nice greeting at the airport anymore?? Ah well...something tells me that I may have just deserved that and more and this was the beginning of the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As quick as we could, we made our way to NJ to get some last minute things before heading to our hotel for the weekend in Manhattan NYC. But before we leave, we try and take a quick nap so we can be refreshed for the SSNY party that evening. So much for that idea!! LOL!! Apparently Toppy Guy C thought it would be a good time to have a little 'talk' about some 'things' that I should be accountable for. It made me wonder....how is it that they never remember the 'good' things you do?? *sigh* So maybe I said a few bad words while I was away....and 'maybe' I had a problem with my tone while speaking over the phone...and maybe I had a problem listening...HEY! I never said I was perfect...or did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes, I don't remember things that I've done...and to be honest, it's a miracle that Toppy Guy C does because he's the 'forgetful one' after all. To remind me of these wonderful misdeeds, I get strapped, paddled, the hairbrush AND the clothes brush!! On top of that, I get my mouth washed out with soap!! YUCK!! Not only that, he has a bright idea to make me hold the soap in my mouth WHILE I stand in the corner WHILE he applies the strap and cane to my bottom!! EEK!! Talk about concentration!! I almost spit that soap out so many times, but somehow the brat Gods were with me...as I was able to hold it...and taste it...YUCK!! I guess the question is...did I learn anything from this horrid lesson?? Keep reading....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After a quick shower and some last minute packing, we headed to NYC to check into our hotel for the weekend. For a brat like me to be in a big city like that, all I can say is WOW!! Toppy Guy C made sure I bundled up as it was forecast to be quite chilly in the city, but I was ready with my winter coat, gloves, scarf and hats...MANY hats!! YAY!! Quickly we hustled into the hotel to check in and change and head to the SSNY party. I planned to wear a cute little black pleated skirt with a black sweater and red tank top underneath. But since it was cold, I wore pants to the party and changed into my skirt once we got there. Since the place was like 7 or 8 blocks away, I asked if we could walk there. Some of the best times of the weekend were spent walking all around the city. Being that the sun had set, Toppy Guy C made sure to hold my hand the whole way...(I think it was partly because he didn't want me to talk to stranger...hey, I'm a stranger...*rolls eyes*) After our nice little stroll down 7th Street...we finally arrived at the LGBT Center!! YAY!! Inside we said hello to everyone there who had volunteered to help set up for the party. Just the energy in the room alone was enough to convince me that the party was going to be AWESOME!! Soon enough a mean ol' top P took me behind one of sectioned off play areas and spanked me for some unknown reason!! OK it may have had something to do with something I said, but I'm not at liberty to repeat it here... So with that spanking, the party was in full swing...as the night went on, more and more people kept coming in!! Before we knew it, there was 80+ people enjoying the spanking fun!! At some point, all the play stations were all full!! YAY!! Officially I'd like to thank those that I had the opportunity to play with...(P, R, B, M, B, H, M and Toppy Guy C...again!! SHEESH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But the time the party was over, we all knew that it was a great success because no one wanted to go home!! So we all stayed and helped clean up the place and all I could think about was how 'sore' I was!! A sure sign of a GREAT party for sure!! After the place was cleaned up, a few of the party goers wanted to continue partying into the night but Toppy Guy C thought we'd better get back to the room and get some rest. Gotta love a guy who knows how to take care of his girl right?? As soon as we were back, I was OUT for the night!! I didn't even get a bedtime spanking...LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The next morning, Toppy Guy C awoke me with my good morning spanking!! As if I wasn't still sore from the night before!! Somehow he knew that I would have a hard time moving so he gave me a little incentive to get up and get ready. Our plan for the day was to get some food with the gang and then head to Chinatown for some shopping. After a nice, long hard OTK spanking, I was escorted to the shower. Soon we were ready to head out and meet our spanko friends for some grub....some NYC Pizza!! A quick short subway ride and we were right where we wanted to be...and guess what? We weren't even late!! (Not that Toppy Guy C would allow 'me' to be late...*rolls eyes*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once we had all enjoyed the food, we made our way to the nearest subway to head to Chinatown to meet some of our other spanko friends. Chinatown ROCKED!! So many things to see and buy...it's a shopper heaven!! Even better, it was heaven for a brat who loves to stop!! The only down side was that it was impossible to shop in peace because there were so many other people out there who wanted to get their shop on too. But I did get a nice surprise from Toppy Guy C who bought me a nice purse. Who knew that Chinatown was so big?? There were streets and streets to explore in Chinatown but we all decided to head to Little Italy to eat pastries...but I wasn't in the mood for more food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Toppy Guy C and I decided to go it alone and explore more of Chinatown on our own. But plans were set to meet the gang at Paddles NYC that evening. As Toppy Guy C and I walked around Chinatown, we explored the many little stores and bakeries...it was awesome. Finally with all that walking we decided to get something to eat. Toppy Guy C had his heart on this place where he could get dumplings for cheap and so being the forgetful one that he is, couldn't remember where it was! Alas, I spotted a quaint little place that seemed to be hopping. I suggested we take a look and see what they had to offer...and sure enough, they had a 'great' deal on their dumplings. So after Toppy Guy C made his way to the front of the line, he came back with dumplings, a bowl of hot and sour soup and a sesame seed pancake. It was AMAZING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soon we decided to head back to our hotel to relax before the evening's festivities. As it turned out, Paddles was just a block away from our hotel. How is that for luck? But of course going back to our hotel room meant another thing especially for me...ANOTHER spanking!! YIKES!! As if I wasn't sore enough already!! Didn't matter Toppy Guy C wanted to make sure I was on my best behavior and what better way to maintain that then to give me maintenance spankings all the time!! Something tells me I should teach him how to knit or something!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As we got dressed, I had a little surprise for Toppy Guy C...I had brought my corset!! YAY!! He confessed he had never seen a girl in a corset before so I 'knew' this was going to be fun!! After I was dressed with my black jeans, boots and black top, I asked Toppy Guy C to help me lace and tie my corset. All I remember was the look on his face...he liked my new fetish look!! YAY!! And with that we were off to the OTK night at Paddles NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once we arrived, I noticed the place was jumping! Many of the party goers from the previous night were in attendance and that made it a fun night. Quickly I enlisted R to give me a full blown tour of the place. I wanted to see the whole place and since he tries to get there often he had no trouble showing me around. I don't know why I expected the place to be small but it was a nice size place. A nice loft for OTK play with a few places for bondage play. A rather small stage with two suspension bars and chair for OTK spanking. Lots of St. Andrew crosses and spanking benches all around. A bird cage for the naughty brats to be locked up...so many nice hidden places to play. Paddles also had a bar area where they served drinks and snacks as well as a vending table with many play implements for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quickly Toppy Guy C had to take me off to some hidden corner of the place for a much needed OTK spanking!! He never gets tired of spanking me for the little quirky things I do!! LOL!! I was also able to play with R again as well as D. Talk about hard and heavy strapping scenes!! YAY!! I needed to be warm for later because we were all going out to see the big Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center and it was getting colder by the minute. But to my surprise, as we walked out to head over to see the tree...low and behold...it was SNOWING!! YAY!! I was so excited to see the snow falling!! All bundled up, we made our way to the big tree....and it was HUGE and beautiful!! What a sight to see!! Standing and staring the whole lot of us started singing Rudolph the Red nose Reindeer!! LOL!! Of course other on lookers decided to join in as well!! As the night quickly turned to early morning, parts of the gang decided to head back to their rooms for the night, but Toppy Guy C decided to take me and my friend J, N, K to Carnegie Deli for a quick small bite to eat. EEK!! To my surprise, there was nothing small about it!! These sandwiches were HUGE!! I don't know how anyone can finish a sandwich there!! It's a good thing we all shared it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SUE3QlJzI-I/AAAAAAAAADI/wxDU9jP45rs/s1600-h/1206082305-753921.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Finally the night came to a close and we headed back to our room to rest for the night...Toppy Guy C again gave me a bedtime spanking and we were off to dream land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some of our spanko clan was leaving that Sunday morning so we all decided to get together for a send off breakfast. Naturally, I was having a hard time getting up but Toppy Guy C made sure to alarm me awake..(I think he enjoys this WAY too much!!) But this was more along the lines of a punishment spanking (who has ever been punished while The Simpson's Movie is playing the background?? Geez!!) A spell in the corner to boot!! Toppy Guy C made sure to remind that this punishment would continue later that evening when we got back to NJ. EEK!! Maybe he's not forgetful after all...hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soon, once we were ready (and my bottom was sore and red...again!) we headed to a nice little French restaurant to meet up with the others. When I think about the friendships I've forged with people in the spanking scene, makes me happy pretty fortunate to have them and call them friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Later that afternoon Toppy Guy C decided to take me around the city and let me see more of it. There was a cute little Christmas boutique of shops in the Union Square Park that we checked out. Then he took me to grab a bite to eat for lunch at a place called "Momofuku" which was an AWESOME noodle bar. There are just too many food places to try in NYC, but I'm glad my tour guide Toppy Guy C knew just where to take me. More walking around and then a phone call from J &amp;amp; K inviting us to meet up for dinner at her favorite Chinese food place...we headed to meet up with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Charlie Mom's was AWESOME!! Fried Rice, Sesame Beef, Sautéed Asparagus just to name a few...We had SO much great tasting food. However, I knew that after dinner was done, we would be heading back to NJ. In the back of my mind, I was thinking of my upcoming punishment spanking, but I still had time... We said our goodbyes to S, H, K and J and then headed to the subway to get our bags and the car and drive to NJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As we drove away from the city, I felt a little sadness because my time there was awesome!! I can't wait to come back!! As I sat in the car, I silently reflected on what an outstanding inaugural party SSNY threw and was happy for all it's success. This was only the beginning of a wonderful new spanking group that will ROCK NYC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~maria fbg~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-6366379042115871314?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/6366379042115871314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=6366379042115871314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6366379042115871314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6366379042115871314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/12/malena.html' title='SSNY Party Report'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/SUEyAp96tvI/AAAAAAAAADA/eTIVOps9PW4/s72-c/1206081313-710527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-5006807966101182578</id><published>2008-12-03T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:03:14.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking parties'/><title type='text'>Excited Much??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/STaemAPkZtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fsr-p9V0Rfk/s1600-h/1202081819-711928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275578389248632530" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/STaemAPkZtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fsr-p9V0Rfk/s320/1202081819-711928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just one day to go then I'm headed to the Big Apple!! YAY! For those of you who plan to be at the inagural SSNY party in NYC...can't wait to see you!! For those who are missing it this time around...you HAVE to make plans to get to this party next time!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise a full report when I return...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-5006807966101182578?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/5006807966101182578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=5006807966101182578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5006807966101182578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5006807966101182578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-one-day-to-go-then-i-headed-to-big.html' title='Excited Much??'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/STaemAPkZtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fsr-p9V0Rfk/s72-c/1202081819-711928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-5822622080751832265</id><published>2008-11-30T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:58:54.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spankos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>FBG Spanking Adventure in the Poconos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/STMkrvBQ9VI/AAAAAAAAACw/khy0WOlcw18/s1600-h/1116081307-794842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599922355729746" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/STMkrvBQ9VI/AAAAAAAAACw/khy0WOlcw18/s320/1116081307-794842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time sure does fly when you're having fun...or that is the way it appears since the last time I blogged. As you well know dear readers, I have been taking many traveling adventures these past few weeks with still two more to do before 2008 is over. WOW!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A couple of weeks back, I had the opportunity to visit the Poconos Mountains, PA for a little spanking retreat!! A few of my spanko friends and I made arrangements to head out to a nice 5 bedroom cabin in the woods for a nice four day weekend. All together there may have been 15 of us total and boy did we have a great time!! This was my first time in the Poconos so of course you 'know' I had to get a winter coat, just in case! YAY!! Alas, we only had a few flurry storms, but even that was a treat for a brat like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What I want to focus on is the fact that I feel pretty good right now about the wonderful friends that made this weekend so much fun and special for me. I tried to remember the last time a group of my regular 'vanilla' friends got together to do something like this and something always happens...some kind of nonsense and in comparison, this particular weekend was awesome. Just to be surrounded with a group of friends who I think are just wonderful and who share the same kink as me, there are sometimes no words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not only was there a whole lot of spanking going on, but there was some great meals where we all sat down and enjoyed each other's conversation and company. If we weren't having a meal together, then we were all playing Pictionary, Cranium or playing pool. And it was fun to watch the cheaters get their comeuppance for trying to get away with it!! (You know who you are!) LOL!! You all know that if some sort of problem arose, then you KNOW there was going to be a solution and it usually involved a paddle or a strap and someone‘s bare bottom!! YIKES!! LOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks to my wonderful friend J and N for organizing such a fun weekend!! I can't wait until we do it again!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I also want to give a very special thank you to Toppy Guy C who is beyond awesome to me for bringing to this wonderful place full of spankos and switches!! YIKES!! He DID get to switch me in the woods at some point during the weekend (You gotta love follow-thru, I know I do!) There aren't enough words to thank him properly, but I do thank him from the bottom of my heart for taking extra special care of a brat like me. Now if only I had the opportunity to get rid of his arsenal of bath brushes, hairbrushes and wooden paddles in the fire, all would be right in the world. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that didn't happen, but it was sure a good idea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Until my next spanking adventure...off to NYC for the wonderful SSNY inaugural spanking party and visit to Paddles!! YAY!! And if you hear any news reports about brats running crazy in NYC...you better believe that's going to be me and my brat friends!! And if you happen to be in NYC for this event, I can't wait to see you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-5822622080751832265?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/5822622080751832265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=5822622080751832265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5822622080751832265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5822622080751832265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/11/malena.html' title='FBG Spanking Adventure in the Poconos!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/STMkrvBQ9VI/AAAAAAAAACw/khy0WOlcw18/s72-c/1116081307-794842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4835640126540177790</id><published>2008-10-25T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:40:51.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When 20 years goes by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;This weekend I embark on a different kind of adventure...this adventure is taking me back in time...back when the spanking itch was so small, but still ever so evident in my life.  This weekend I'm attending my 20 year High School Reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last night I attending a pre-reunion get together and it was so awesome to see so many of the old friends from school.  I was a little apprehensive about getting together to mark this milestone, but how bad could it really be??  Turns out, it was rather nice.  You know how when you're in school and you have all those cliquish groups who basically don't give you the time of day?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last night, we were like a family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;No one appreciated it more than me that so many people who I thought didn't know my name in school, "knew" my name last night.  Who cares if they read my bio on the reunion site!  They took the time to ACTUALLY read it and find out what has been going on with me these past 20 years.  And that made me feel pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;It hasn't been the best of times for me these past 20 years.  One bittersweet aspect of this is fact that I actually made it to this milestone and my fiance &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; didn't.  We graduated the same year and it's hard not thinking about him as I celebrate.  And his friends (close guy friends) who knew him better than I probably did, are feeling it just as much as I am.  But guess what?  We still have our friendships and each other and if anything, this milestone has renewed that.  Which is positive and happy for someone like me, who hangs on to everything great that comes my way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm taking this as an opportunity to re-establish and renew friendships...and solidify some that were strained over the years...because we're all just still trying to find our way in this life...and it's not over until the fat lady sings...and if she does sing anytime soon....you better believe I'm going to be singing with her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4835640126540177790?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4835640126540177790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4835640126540177790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4835640126540177790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4835640126540177790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-20-years-goes-by.html' title='When 20 years goes by...'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-6301689011583923689</id><published>2008-10-09T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:21:22.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanked in NYC - Whirlwind Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My latest adventure was to a place I had never been before! First of all, I never in a million years dreamed that I would actually go to New York, let alone get spanked there!! But I get ahead of myself... The way this trip actually happened was due to some precluding events in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have been following along, you will know that I went to a party in Florida back in June 2008. As it turns out, I had a GREAT time at that party and I met so many wonderful friends and played A LOT!! (That might be an understatement, but who's keeping track of that anyway?) So it was back at that party that I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C. Although it was a brief introduction, it's fair to say that I remember meeting him there. Also, what I remember about him was that he was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from most of the party festivities, but we didn't really know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, but strangely enough, I do remember the absent part. At any rate, it would be fair to say that I have some recollection of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then my brat friends and I made our way out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shadowlane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. Again, I had my run in with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C and this time, we had a really great time. The weekend proved not enough time to actually get to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, other than he spanked me really hard MANY times throughout the weekend (which I didn't deserve as you all know). Of course if you ask him, he'll have a totally different story, but we'll not get into that. All in all, it is fair to assess that I enjoyed getting to know him in that short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My next adventure took me and my brat friend J back to Florida for some Back to School fun! This party was beyond fun as you previously read. It was definitely a great way to end the summer. But what I wasn't expecting was to go on another adventure so soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About a week after my return home (and since that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vegas party) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C and I had began to have some very interesting talks. Most of the time, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bratted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him until he practically had to go to urgent care for some unknown itchy rash disease in his right palm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Come to think of it, I don't think he ever go that properly diagnosed. Oh well... At any rate, we did talk often and I did brat him every chance I got. Hey, what did he think was going to happen? I was ALL THE WAY in CA and he was on the OTHER side of the United States!! As far as I was concerned, I was sitting pretty safely, or at least I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next thing I knew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C presented me with a proposition. How would I like to try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bratting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him face to face! WHAT??!?!?! I can tell you, I am almost &lt;u&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/u&gt; prepared for anything, but this proposal, caught me off guard. So we talked about when I would go, when I "could" go, everything! YIKES! Was this trip even possible?? So, it was safe to say I needed to talk to "someone" about this so I called my brat friend J and asked her for advice on the situation. I could practically hear her jumping through the phone with her excitement!! She said YES!! You have to come out to NY and see me!! So far that was two votes for me to go. The final vote rested with my Dom SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So when I presented Him with the proposition He was completely hesitant. As a matter of fact, He was more than hesitant. He thought the thought of me flying all the way to the east coast to meet someone that I barely knew alone was out of the question. But when I indicated that my brat friend J would be with me the entire weekend (with us the entire weekend) He said He had to think about that. As I awaited on my best behavior, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C, my brat friend J and I talked about what would happen if I was allowed to go. The initial plan was that I would fly in where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C would pick me up and then take me to my brat friend J. As it turns out, there was going to be a spanking party in PA too!! This weekend was shaping up to be a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a few days, I finally got my approval to go from SM and I was on my way!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was going not only going to NY but NJ, PA &amp;amp; DC...YIKES!! This was going to be a whirlwind of a time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plane left CA late Thursday (a red-eye) and I arrived in DC Friday morning at 6am (3am my time). Once I had my bags and we headed to the car, I was reminded about previous bratty conversations we had (of course I did most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bratting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I didn't recall at the time, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C said that he was going to spank me as soon as I got off the plane. Did I believe it? Not really...who would? Well I guess I should have believed it. The minute we got to the car and bags were in place...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C asked me to join him by the back passenger door which was open like he was putting something back in the back seat. So I walked back to see what he wanted to show me and he instructed me to put my hands on the seat. Magically a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bath brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; appeared!! OH NO!! Was this really happening? Apparently it was and after the volley of swats that hit my bottom (which was bared at some point...I guess with my shocked state, I didn't realize they were lowered), I was quickly promising I'd be good. He didn't believe me, but that is besides the point. When he was done he instructed me to sit in the passenger seat and that my pants had to stay down!! WHAT!?!? I couldn't pull them up?? A little mortified, I did as I was told, trying desperately not to let this effect me (but deep down, I was very surprised). The drive conversation was mostly reminders of the many, many bratty things that I managed to get away with while I was SO far away. And how he planned to take care of those things (something about learning lessons on this trip..blah, blah, blah) while I was there. All I kept thinking was "we'll see".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our first stop in our Nations Capital was to his apartment to get some last minute things before heading to NJ. This detour gave me a driving tour of all the wonderful sights of DC!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I had never been there before!! Even though it was a quick driving tour, I was still happy to see some sights. Of course, I had to get another spanking at his apartment so that I could remember to be a good girl during the drive. Are any of you keeping track out there...so far two spankings!! In the hopes of missing morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we walked down to a local breakfast diner and ate. Then back to the apartment, I was spanked AGAIN! Hey, I TRY to be good...it doesn't always work out in my favor. (That's 3 and 4...I was spanked twice yikes!) We quickly got in the car and made our way to NJ. That is where I was meet up with J and her brat sis N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must have been pretty tired because I managed to sleep almost all the way there!! So much for being a bratty back-seat driver!! NJ is so beautiful!! WOW! I love how everything is so green everywhere! Once we got to his place in NJ, we unpacked and relaxed a bit. Well I "thought" that was the plan, but apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C had "other" plans for me. He felt the need to discuss some of my bad behavior, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my language. YIKES!! I didn't remember from our prior conversation, but he quickly reminded me that if you use bad language that you get your mouth washed out with soap. WHAT?!?!? WHO does that anymore anyway?? Well....apparently HE does!! Thing is, I have NEVER had that done to me...at least not while being plugged and caned all at the same time!! Let's not forget that the entire time this is going on, I'm getting the scolding of my life!! Somehow, in the middle of all this, I "knew" that I was in some trouble! After the caning I got to spend some time in the corner thinking about my behavior. I don't think I cussed the rest of the weekend. Can you imagine?? Was I cured?? Maybe....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (That's 5 and maybe even 6...I'm not going to be able to keep track for very much longer in this post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brat friend J called and she and her friend N were in NJ too!! So we all decided to meet up in the city so they could show me NYC!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! That required us to drive into Brooklyn and then get on the subway!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the subway!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! So far I was loving NYC!! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C was so awesome to all of us!! He made sure to take good of us!! Once we were off the subway, we were right in the heart of Times Square!! I don't have words for what I saw. I think I was in shock. With all the lights, this is such a beautiful city. We sat down and had pizza right on the street!! Then we headed to a sex shop in the Village. There's a reason why they call it the city that never sleeps. I stopped to pick up a few NYC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then we all headed back to Brooklyn to see J's and M's apartment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was the cutest thing ever!! FINALLY I got the chance to see where my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brat friend lives!! YAY!! AND I got to finally meet her roommate M!! She is so adorable!! This was the best day ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my brat friend got all her stuff together, the four of us headed back to NJ. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C had his place all set up for us all to stay there. That night, I talked my brat friend J and N to sleep, like I had done many times before via phone. Life couldn't get any better than this. Of course, I DID manage to get spanked before bed somehow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****Continued, Part II Below*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I was the last to wake up (hey I was tired you know!). Everyone was having bagels and there I was sleeping! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! But not for long!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C made sure to give me the incentive I needed to get out of bed. Our plans for the day were to head to PA for a spanking party. Of course, we needed to get some kind of food item to bring as part of the party requirements. So we headed out to get something to bring and then back to get ready. Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C had to say, if I was the *last* one to get ready, I was to be punished!! The nerve!! First of all, WHO told him that I'm always the last one ready anyway?? So as to not disappoint, I made sure I was the &lt;u&gt;LAST&lt;/u&gt; one ready &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After we were all ready, we headed about 45 min to PA for the spanking party. At first, the place reminded me the movie Hostel...YIKES!! It was a very creepy warehouse, especially the elevator!! But once we got upstairs, the place was decorated rather nicely! From what I gathered, this was a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;BDSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; club and it surely had a dungeon feel about it. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C and I walked about the place (mostly so that I could explore the saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;andrew's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cross and pet cage) we stumbled upon a spanking bench. Imagine that!! OF COURSE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C wanted me to try it out!! After a couple of dozen swats with the strap, I was nice and warm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were about 25 people total and the headlining act was a Magician!! Who ever thought that spanking and magic tricks would go so well together!! Some of the girls took turns being the "subject" and of course the end result was that they were spanked...even ME!! But it was a great party ice breaker and before you knew it, the play was in full swing. The party space was set up with a lounge like area with a few couches for talk or play. It was also set up with some curtain section rooms for more private play. I'm happy to report that I was able to play with quite a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guys at the party. Once the party wound down, a group of us all headed to Pat and Geno's for Philly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Cheese steaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! (apparently these are quite famous places) I was beyond excited!! I was going to have a Philly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Cheese steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in PA!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;WOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;HOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once we got our fill of the good eats, we went to a local bar and talked. Some of the best times I have at spanking parties are just talking to my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;spanko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friends. I definitely feel pretty lucky to have so many good, close friends who share in this kink that I love so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhausted from the day's events, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C took J,N and myself back to NJ for some rest. Of course I was spanked yet AGAIN before bed because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C INSISTED that it helps you sleep better (*rolls eyes*) Where does he get this stuff from anyway?? By this point, I had lost track of how many spankings I had gotten this weekend...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;SHEESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day was my last day and I knew I had a punishment spanking coming to me. After saying good bye to N and putting J on a train back to NYC, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C and I headed back to his place so I could get my stuff ready for my trip home. That's when I got the worst spanking of my life!! Begging, pleading and tears later, I promised the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy C that I would be a better behaved girl from now on (you all KNOW I had my fingers AND toes crossed on that promise right?) When the punishment was done, we packed up the car and headed for the airport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was by far, one of the best weekends of my life, I have to admit. I not only got to FINALLY see where my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friends lives, but I got the chance to get to know a really amazing guy who was not only generous, but kind (except when he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;wielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;bath brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or strap, hairbrush, paddle, leather paddle, cane, switch or his hand even! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to go back for more spanking fun!! (which will be very soon apparently!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until my next adventure....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-6301689011583923689?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/6301689011583923689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=6301689011583923689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6301689011583923689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6301689011583923689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/10/spanked-in-nyc.html' title='Spanked in NYC - Whirlwind Weekend'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-1197555468528356248</id><published>2008-09-17T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:38:25.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Moonshine BTS Party - School IS IN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk about a wonderful way to start the school year. Taking time to take a trip to another academy just before school starts at the BTA is always fun, but not THIS much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning early, I caught a plane to Florida for a weekend retreat at the lovely Florida Moonshine Academy. This retreat was HIGHLY recommended by the Student Advisor and so why not go and find out what it's all about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!! This was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my arrival, I met my roommate J and we quickly got changed and dressed and headed to the dining hall for some much needed food. Everyone who was enrolled in the retreat was there!! It was awesome to see some new faces as well as my fellow sisters in crime!! Turns out that a few of my fellow sisters from the BTA got permission to come to the retreat as well so you KNOW this can only mean one thing!! FUN!! and a little trouble too...(of course!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After dinner was done...we made our way into the social room where we played a wonderful scavenger hunt game!! Being the competitive person that I am, I tried my hardest to get my answers done as soon as possible. All the questions were in relation to something you did in school...from did you ever smoke pot in school, to did you ever ditch in school...were you ever a cheerleader/football player etc. I specially stayed away from the incriminating questions because I knew they were just using those questions as a way to categorize you as a "bad" student. We know all about that game the BTA so I didn't fall for it. After getting each questioned answered, you had to pay the price. The price for each answered question was five swats which were given to you (the person asking the questions). However, if you were ASKED a question and were able to answer it, you were also made to pay the price of five swats. Seemed kinda fishy but in order to win you just have to do what you have to do. I wish I could tell you that I won, but my sister and room mate DID win!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the scavenger game was over, we all went back to the suites for some party fun!! But my roomie wanted to be comfortable and so did all of us!! So we decided to make it a pajama party!! We quickly went back to our rooms and changed into our pj's. Some brat decided to go a little overboard and wear something sexy...for which she was quickly spanked!! LOL! That will teach her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All throughout the evening and into the wee hours past curfew, my brat sisters were spanked into the night. It was a great beginning to a fun filled weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we groggily made our way to breakfast as we all had to meet for our first class that afternoon. After breakfast someone decided we should play a game to pass the time. We were all game so we went back to play Spanked Sorry!! I have NEVER heard of this version so it was interesting to see HOW this was going to work and HOW were we possibly going to get spanked!! Most important rule of the game: DON'T LOSE!! Prizes were 1st: 20 minutes of anything they want from the teacher of the games class (good girl spankings, floggings, even a massage!) 2nd: 12 swats with any two implements by the games teacher (not nice swats either) 3rd: 16 swats with any two implements by the games teacher (harder than the 2nd place winner) 4th: 24 swats with two implements by the games teacher (hardest of them all!) As you can imagine, I didn't come in 1st, 2nd OR 3rd place. I was NOT a happy brat!! But I took my loss like a winner and then it was time to head out and get ready for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed for class, my roomie and I made sure to get there ON TIME! (I know, sometimes the spanking Gods are on our side) Today's class lesson was spelling!! Headmaster T made sure that all the brats were lined up and ready for their spelling words. As you were called up, you were instructed of your word to spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Headmaster gave you a choice on your punishment for not spelling the word correctly. You would receive one cane stroke for every letter that wasn't correct and a maximum of 6 cane strokes if you missed more than 6 letters in the word. Or you could receive double with the leather paddle or triple with the hand. YIKES!! When the first brat got her word, we knew we were all in trouble!! They were the hardest words we ever heard!! Luckily for us, one of the brats (who had a little late night session with the Headmaster) was able to find the spelling list!! YAY!! We knew we were saved!! So as each brat got called up, we asked for paper and a pen to write the word down (as some of us brats need to write the words down you know...*weg*) As we pretended to write the word down, the word would already be written there!! We could just TRACE the word and then spell it!! And one by one, we got the words right!! All seemed to be going just fine until the end of the spelling class, guilt over flowed one of the girls and she told on ALL of us!! Headmaster T was NOT happy and we all got 6 with the paddle for our dishonesty!! OUCH!! After we all paid the price for cheating, we were allowed some free time before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner started promptly at 7pm and once all the brats were there, we were instructed to wait for all the FMA staff to get their food first and sit down. THEN we had uniform, make-up, jewelery inspections. Each brat that was found with a problem was given a hand strapping right there on the spot!! It's a good thing I'm good enough to know they are looking for stuff like that. My roomie forgot and got her hand strapped for wearing too much make-up! LOL! Oh well, live and learn!! After being served a wonderful Prime Rib dinner, the Headmaster instructed us that we needed to make sure and eat ALL our food or get caned right after dinner!! YIKES!! After the long day we had, its a wonder all the brats ate all their food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had a little fun where the staff planned some fun games for our entertainment. However, they were the ones having all the fun as it appeared to me. The first game was spanking musical chairs! Each staff member sat in the chairs and the brats went round and around and when the music stopped (the music was a brat getting spanked!!) each brat had to find a chair which was occupied by one of the staff members. So we needed to sit on their lap!! What none of the other brats knew, was that I was NOT in the mood to lose. After losing at Spanking Sorry, I was NOT going to lose this game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started playing a fun game called "Spanking" Dating Game! On the first panel for the Spanking Top, I was chosen to be one of the spankee bachelorettes. The Spanking Top had three questions to ask and then he had to make choice. Alas, i wasn't the chosen one which was fine by me because if you got chosen you got spanked!! HA!! Must have been one of my answers I suppose...oh well...*weg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last game we played was called "Who's Butt is it anyway?" Now the object of this game is have a line up of brats and a line up of Tops facing each other. Then the brats put their backs to the Tops and bend over exposing their bottoms. The brats are then instructed to go behind the curtain and shuffle their position and then bend over with their butts sticking out through the curtain. Then each Top would go down the line feeling the butts trying to figure out who's butt belonged to which brat. Talk about fun. Not as much as when the Tops had to switch places with us!! Now that they weren't ready for!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the games were over and done, it was back to the suite parties for some more spanking fun. I haven't really done much role plays so when the Game Master asked to do a role play scenario with me and my roomie and his girl and girl's friend, I thought this ought to be interesting! What could he possible do with 4 brat girls?? LOL! The scenario was that my roomie J and S were sisters (his daughters) and me and R were their cousins, also sisters (his bothers daughters so to speak). And R and I were there while our parents were out of town. So the four of us were having a GREAT time together regardless of the fact that we all still had to go to school and stuff like that. Being that we had school we had a 10:30pm curfew and one night we decided to ignore it. THEN my sister R told us that she had some funny cigarettes and wanted us to try it!! I had done it before so I was game and so had S. J had done it before and apparently it hurt her throat so she passed on taking advantage of being happy with us. Just as the four of us were laying in bed watching TV, laughing and talking about food we wanted to eat, J &amp;amp; S's Dad came storming in wanting to know WHY we had ignored curfew!! YIKES!! I looked over at my sister R and we both immediately thought...oh CRAP!! He immediately began lecturing us about our behavior and total disregard of his house rules. He then spanked each of us on our bare bottoms!! OUCH!! When he got to my sis R, he thought she smelled funny!! OH NO!!! So then he launched into this all out interrogation about WHO had the drugs!! I just remember looking at R thinking DON'T SAY ANYTHING!! But it didn't matter...we all were about to get into trouble!! And it wasn't going to be pretty. After asking all of us one by one...we all stood in solidarity...no one gave the other up. So he proceeded to strap all of us one by one! Finally my sister R couldn't stand it anymore and confessed. Which meant we had to watch her get the hair brushing of her life!! This was one of the hottest Role Play scenarios I've ever been a part of!! Totally AWESOME!! I think all parties involved can totally agree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final day of the weekend was spent saying good bye to all the brat student friends that I made along with some of those mean Tops who spanked us!! All in all it was an memorable weekend. I can't express how lucky I am to be able to get out there and have the spanking fun that I do have. Not only that, but I have met some of the BEST people in the scene and for that I am also very blessed and lucky. I can't wait until the next adventure which should be in December in NYC!! YAY!! Until then, spankings come and go, but true spanko friends are for LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-1197555468528356248?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/1197555468528356248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=1197555468528356248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1197555468528356248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1197555468528356248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/09/florida-moonshine-bts-party-school-is.html' title='Florida Moonshine BTS Party - School IS IN!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4569658537511000363</id><published>2008-09-12T05:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T05:25:35.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffling Off Yet Again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you're thinking...How does this brat do it??  How does she manage to maintain a very normal everyday life consisting of work and working out five days a week and STILL manage to go globe-trotting across the USA to spanking events?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This weekend it's Back to School for most, but more importantly, I'M going back to school!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The annual Back to School Spanking Party is taking place this weekend in Florida.  So in just a few short hours, I'll be boarding a plane and heading back to school where its OK if you forget to do your homework.  It's OK to pull pranks on all your fellow brat friends.  It doesn't matter how good you think you're being, there is only one end result: you're being summoned to the Headmaster's Office for a "talk".  Oh and I hear there's going to be a spelling bee too!! Sounds like fun right??  I'm beyond excited!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At any rate, I'll be back next week to share some of my favorite school memories!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya then!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4569658537511000363?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4569658537511000363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4569658537511000363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4569658537511000363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4569658537511000363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/09/shuffling-off-yet-again.html' title='Shuffling Off Yet Again!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-2731289812963571670</id><published>2008-09-06T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:50:13.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadowlane Party Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can I say? We had a great time at this year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shadowlane&lt;/span&gt; Party in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas! I packed up my suitcase and loaded my dad's minivan with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whackmepaddles&lt;/span&gt; and headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for a fun spanking weekend in the heat! Like I wasn't going to get over-heated enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to pick up my hotel roommate J at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McCarran&lt;/span&gt; Airport in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas and we were to check in together. I managed to get out of work at a rather decent time and made my way for spanking fun in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I had planned to arrive in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas earlier than J so that I could check in and get settled before going to pick her up at the airport but somehow I timed my drive where I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas just as she arrived!! Talk about timing! Our first instruction of the weekend was to contact The VP of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BTA&lt;/span&gt; and let him know we had arrived. As it turned out we BOTH had appointments with him that evening. YIKES! The VP had made it a point to tell me over and over again that I had crossed over to the dark side (whatever that means..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) which meant a punishment spanking for me. And since J was a fairly new student at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BTA&lt;/span&gt; and an obvious follower of my excellent brat leadership skills, she earned herself a bedtime spanking. We made our way up to the first of many suite parties and I was swiftly taken to room for much needed correction!! OUCH! And coincidentally J was taken to the opposite room for correction herself!! What a way to start the party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the spankings were done, J and I went back to our room the VP where he began to give us both bedtime spankings. Of course, this wasn't my "punishment" spanking, but it was supposed to mirror the same efforts. When the spanking was done, I was told to get under the covers and get to sleep while he dealt with J. Except she kept talking to me during her spanking!! The nerve!! When the spankings were done and we were both tucked in, the VP made sure to warn up about good behavior for the rest of the weekend. As the door shut, we laughed ourselves to sleep at the thought of good behavior...*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlie Friday morning J and I made our way to the airport once again but this time it was to pick up our good Friend I!! We had so much fun with her at the last FMS party, and we knew this was going to no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt;! To our surprise, her plane arrived early too!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! Once I was all checked in we had the day to hang out and more importantly await the arrival of our other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; K !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for Friday was the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-dinner mixer and where I would be able to vend my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Whackmepaddles&lt;/span&gt;!! Since I was a vendor, that meant that I needed to get ready early and get down to the ballroom and set up my wares. Prior to the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt;, I had locked in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; and friend I to be spanking demo models...but they all FLAKED on me!! Can you imagine?? *sigh* That just left me doing the demonstrations... It turned out to be a very profitable event to say the least and I only managed to take a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;paddlings&lt;/span&gt; which were totally worth it. Once I got all my stuff packed up, a very nice but extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; guy C (who I had just met) decided to help me take my stuff out to the car...and was totally taken aback at my parking the car in a handicap stall. It's not like I parked there illegally!! I had a handicap placard!! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;, as soon as we closed up the car, I was quickly taken to his room where he spanked me!! Not one of those 5 minute no talking spankings either...he made sure to keep telling me over and over how inappropriate it was that I parked there!! That certainly didn't help take the sting away...much!! As it turns out C didn't like a lot of things that I did...some of the notables are as follows: sarcasm, inappropriate tone and language, unappreciated attitude and who can remember the other things? Certainly not ME!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! After a few minutes in the corner (can you imagine?) I promised I'd be good and he felt the need to seal that with a spanking from my OWN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Whackmepaddle&lt;/span&gt;!! OUCH!! *sigh* Oh well...I wish I could say that was the last time I went over his knee...but I think you know it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; and I hosted a nice girls breakfast in our room with coffee, juice, bagels, and muffins plus a nice platter of fresh fruit. This is our chance to sit and talk about the kinds of Tops we encounter at these types of events as well as bitch!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! What you thought we wouldn't?? Mainly it was great to catch up with S and S from NY as well as K from CO. Not to forget D!! We had a great time talking and laughing! Right before 1pm I made my way down to the hotel spa to get a nice one hour massage that I booked. Turns out, at these events the hotel staff is well versed about what "kind" of event we are attending so there is no surprise at what they see in their clients. I had no idea they did that so I was blushing bright red when the masseuse proclaimed..."you don't even have ANY bruises on your bottom!!" YIKES!! After that we spent the next hour talking about this wonderful kink of mine. Personally I find it refreshing to meet someone who has an open mind about what I find fun and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the massage was done, I knew I had to take a quick shower and head up to my play date appointment with R. However, that play date had a twist. I had previously requested that R and his love wife S BOTH top me!! They were more than happy to oblige!! To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;EVERYONE'S&lt;/span&gt; surprise, I was on time for my appointment but that didn't spare me the leather strap. First I started out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;OTK&lt;/span&gt; with R and then they switched and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;OTK&lt;/span&gt; with S. They both used various implements and talked to me as if we were in a role play with them as my parents, but for some reason, I just kept laughing!! So R got very stern an instructed me to get on the bed for my strapping! YIKES!! He spared no lick either!! OUCH!! All in all, we had a great scene...one I will remember for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was back to my room for a little rest before the big dinner/dance. Not to forget we all needed to get ready which, you know us girls, we like to look as good as possible! The party theme was black and white. So I had a nice black dress with white piping. It was fun to get all dressed up! We all managed to get through dinner which was OK and then all headed up to one of the many suite parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I managed to get into trouble with D's husband F by calling him a turtle...I thought it was a nice term of endearment for his driving skills...he didn't! Oh well...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! Then C found me and we had a fight about who knows what...then I was whisked off to his room again where he applied the leather and wooden paddles to my backside!! So unfair, but hey we were at a weekend spanking party right?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Spankings were had by all well into the night and as sore as I was, I still managed to get one last HARD spanking by a good friend M who lives here in LA! After an hour of talking, I had to pay the price for calling him names a while back. It was awesome to be able to spend that time with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning we yet again opened up our room for the breakfast club. This time we invited both males and females to our room and we openly discussed J's rules!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! J's rules were birthed last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; party (only 8 rules). Now we have 21 rules and the men were not finding them very amusing!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! However, we managed to run them down and get a good laugh at how unamused they were with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of our good friends decided to head out on Sunday, which was the beginning of the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Shadowlane&lt;/span&gt; party. J and I had planned to stay until Tuesday so we had time to still get a few play dates in. And that we did until the very end of our stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a great spanking good time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas and hopefully if the weather permits, we'll be on our way to Tampa for the Back to School Party in week. If the spanking Gods allow this to happen, you know I'll have a report about that event too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, spankings for EVERYONE!! Except you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Toppy&lt;/span&gt; guys...*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fbg&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-2731289812963571670?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/2731289812963571670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=2731289812963571670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2731289812963571670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2731289812963571670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/09/shadowlane-party-report.html' title='Shadowlane Party Report'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-2854945853476670010</id><published>2008-08-27T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:37:32.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Moonshine Tropical Beach Party Report - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has it been two months since I posted part I of my FMS Tropical Beach Party Report??  YIKES!! Well, it's not like it wasn't brought to my attention.  I know, I hate that I get busy and wrapped up in my life and don't finish what I start.  But "someone" I know is watching and has made "sure" I get this posted before I head off on another adventure.  Otherwise, I'm told that I won't like the consequences (and at this point, I don't think I want to find out either!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The party report left off with a nice end to the Friday night festivities.  My roomies and I were all a little nervous about the next morning and having to attend school with Headmaster Ian and Headmaster Cameron along with our other fellow brat students.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prior to going on this weekend, we all received specific instructions from the Headmasters as to what our school attire should be along with having a prepared report card for their review.  A REPORT CARD?!? WHAT?!?  Oh man!!  I was a wreck trying to figure out WHO would write my report card for me and give me my due dilligence.  Alas, I had Dom Perignon and Mr. Talltexsn both submit report cards on my behalf.  They were both GREAT but all in all came to the same conclusion...I wasn't that great of a student and needed constant reminders (wow doesn't THAT sound familiar) to complete my projects in a timely manner.  My roomies were holding similar report cards so we knew this was going to be an interesting day in class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say this here and now, miracles DO exist...at least in our case as we (the three of us) were ALL ready and in class ON TIME!  Hey, it happens from time to time.  As we entered the room, the atmosphere was a little somber and quiet...not like your normal classroom full of girls.  I think it is fair to say we didn't know what to expect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Headmaster Ian and Headmaster Cameron instructed all the girls to assemble and stand quietly as they conducted uniform inspections.  To all our dismay, a few students WERE late!! Yikes!! They were promptly asked to remain to the side of the class for penalty instructions.  In our case, my roomies and I all exchanged wide eyed glances and were thankful we chose to be on time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The duo Headmasters made their way to each girl and inspected their uniforms and those that had not complied with their school specifications were subjected to immediate correction.  Which meant they were brought in front of the class and correct promptly with an OTK spanking.  Those that chose to talk back were given additional correction  where the slipper was applied.  The first student to receive the slipper was our good friend Alona and after seeing her, we all knew the Headmaster's meant business.  I know it sounds like the students were completely compliant but there were a few students who just can't help themselves.  Even my roomies!!  It was instructed that each student wear regulation white cotton panties.  One of my roomies wore boxer shorts with the words "Paws OFF" on the backside!  She was given a dose of the cane for such blatant disobedience.  I, myself, wore black panties which I "knew" were going to be frowned upon.  But I held a trump card!  I whispered in the Headmaster's ear that it was "that time of the month" and he took that into consideration.  See, girls, it DOES work sometimes!! *weg*  When my other room was questioned about her jewelery, she couldn't resist pointing out that the Headmaster's earring was BIGGER than her own.  Regardless of being challenged, he could not argue her obvious observation and she got off with a warning.  So far, only one of my roomies was getting the full treatment...this was going to be a good school day after all!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once every student was looked over, the Headmasters proceeded to deal with the students who were tardy.  The cane was applied to those who were tardy.  Each late student received 6 strokes with the cane. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next order of business was the report cards.  Each student was to present their report card to the Headmaster for review.  And they made sure to review each student's report card in front of the entire class!  My roomie K was first to get her report card reviewed and was quickly back in front of the class getting the cane AGAIN!  Apparently she had neglected her studies and had a bad attitude which she was punished for.  I also was spanked OTK by Headmaster Ian for not completing my projects in a timely manner.  Who knew that the Headmaster had such a hard hand??  YIKES!!  Next report to be reviewed was my roomie J who argued that she was a transfer student from the school of the gifted.  She felt the need to praise her high marks in classes such as Neandrethal Castration and Dating and the Internet.  Those classes are not part of the cirriculum at this Academy unfortunately.  Not only did she get caned for her self praise, but for lying about her parents, who she claimed had signed off on her report card.  I can tell you this much, we all had a hard time keeping straight faces during her hilarious encounter with the Headmaster, but all in all, she took her cane strokes like the rest of us.  Who said school wasn't fun right??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once school was over, my roomies and I made our way to eat something.  School really does give you an appetite.  Down in the local cafe, we met up with other party goers and chatted.  I left a short time after as I had a play date with R from NY.  R is the type of Dom/Top that always makes me feel like I'm guilty about something.  Which he plays on nicely.  The session is always great and he makes sure I know to behave when he's around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My roomies and I all had our share of play dates to attend to but by 4pm we made our way back to our room to get ready for the dinner.  Once we all were ready, we made our way down to the banquet hall.  Everyone was dressed tropically for the humidity but very nice.  Dinner was fantastic!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After dinner was done, a wonderful couple from CO hosted a game of spanking trivia!  A total of 10 couples were brought front and center for the game.  The rules were as follows: each couple had to have a Top and a bottom.  The Top was asked the questions and if they answered incorrectly, the bottom would take their spanking!  The prize was a nice set of lexan paddles with the FMS party dates on it. My roomie J was part of a team and her partner was awful at this game!!  LOL!!  So after a few rounds of getting spanked for wrong answers, they were eventually eliminated!!   After the winners were crowned, all party goers went back to the party suites to play.  It goes without saying that this group of people were the nicest and funnest group and we all had the best time.  But there was still one event left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next afternoon, CP court was in session and to our dismay, J and I were brought up on charges by two Tops from NY/NJ!!  The nerve!!  We had great legal representation who argued in our defense.  We all knew the penalty was to get spanked in court so we didn't want to lose our case!!  As good as our legal counsel was, we STILL didn't win and were promptly spanked!! However, the judge did let it go on record that the two Tops were dumbasses for keeping the evidence in the freezer the ENTIRE weekend!! LOL!!  Hey, getting that on the books was ALL worth the spankings we received!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I can say in conclusion is that I can't WAIT until next year's Tropical party!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next on my travel agenda is the Shadowlane party in Las Vegas this weekend!!  Then back to Florida for the Back to School Party!!  Talk about a couple of months of spanking fun ahead!!  I am told that upon my return that I am to be punished yet AGAIN for not posting my part II party report.  However, I'm thinking it more of a punishment spanking to keep me on my toes and to keep my readers better informed of my spanking adventures...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So until next time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~maria fbg~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-2854945853476670010?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/2854945853476670010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=2854945853476670010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2854945853476670010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2854945853476670010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/08/florida-moonshine-tropical-beach-party.html' title='Florida Moonshine Tropical Beach Party Report - Part II'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-480409935184044148</id><published>2008-06-13T03:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:43:48.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking parties'/><title type='text'>Florida Moonshine Tropical Beach Party Report - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I almost don't know where to begin!! First of all, I need to give a huge round of applause to the Florida Moonshine Group for what is the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; spanking party weekend I've &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt; been to! It was evident all the hard work they put into making this weekend a huge success and let me tell you, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHENOMENAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time for everyone that went. Including &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left sunny California on Thursday afternoon and arrived in St. Pete's Beach, Florida late Thursday night. Immediately after deplaning I could feel the humidity. But it didn't matter, I was in FLORIDA!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! After a 25 minute shuttle ride, I hit my final destination. It was awesome to have some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spanko&lt;/span&gt; friends there to greet me!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! Already, I knew the weekend was going to go down in history!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my roommates for the weekend, K, took me up to the room and we chatted for what seemed like forever. We had one more roommate coming and we were so excited for J to get there, we almost couldn't sleep. Somehow, we finally talked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; to sleep and I knew before I closed my eyes that night and envisioned that we were going to have a spanking fun weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The next morning K and I woke up early in anticipation of J's arrival. Actually J, C and S were all coming in at the same time so it was exciting to say the least. K and I caught some breakfast and then jumped into the pool for a quick dip when we got the call....they had arrived!! We jumped out of the pool to greet them at the front desk! Now the weekend could start!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We quickly hustled J up to our room to get settled in. Then we were off to socialize down in the hotel cafe with other fellow party goers. One by one they came in and we just sat and laughed and enjoyed a little bratty banter with a few of the tops around! All the girls decided to go up and talk but one of the girls had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and M's (Two wonderful and fun Tops from the NY/NJ area) room key where they were holding a chocolate goldmine and refreshments! So we made our way in and what did we see?? They had distastefully decorated their room with implements!! The nerve!! Well, we took care of that!! Conveniently, their implements found themselves into the drawer of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; and freezer. I wonder how they got in there?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K and I left the scene of the crime to go up to shower and get ready for the vendor's fair while J had already managed to get herself into some sort of trouble!! HA!! That figures!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all of us were ready we headed to the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt;. Talk about tons of implements!! &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;!! The London Tanner with his leather implements and Fran with her canes...it was great to see such a nice turn out!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nisha&lt;/span&gt; was selling her ugly rubber straps and some nice floggers too!! So many items to look at and I did manage to purchase a senior school cane...(which I secretly hoped would break on the way back to CA, but no such luck there).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once the vendor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; was over it was time to head up to the penthouse suites for some mingling fun. But the FMS group had plans for us. Once we got to the top, all the bottoms and tops (and switches) where handed a sheet for the spanking scavenger hunt. 20 questions in all on each sheet. The object of the game was to go around and ask different people these questions. If you were a bottom then you needed to ask a top the questions and vice verse. You find a top and ask them a question. If they answer the question you asked them, then they get to pay the bottom with 5 spanks. Now, that seems easy enough right? Well the key thing to remember here is that &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; also have questions to ask. And if they asked &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; a question, and you answered it, then they get to pay you &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; for answering it!! Who made up this game anyway?? The bottoms were getting whacked the whole time!! If not 5 whacks then 10 in all??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once J and I knew what we had to do, we went right at it!! The game was &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt; and we needed to have all our questions answered before &lt;strong&gt;MIDNIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;!! So the chase was on. J and I began to ask all the tops we felt would answer our questions...and boy did we ask many tops!! &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;!! This was turning out to be awesome!! By midnight, we were down to our last question....find a native Floridian...&lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;!?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently there was only &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; there!! Boy was he busy all night!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! When the game ended, they brought in pizza for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy. Hey you get hungry being spanked!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was at that point when I was informed that I needed a one on one spanking with my good friend from CA, M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my first spanking of the weekend (besides all those spanking during the game) this was a &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT &lt;/strong&gt;way to start my spanking fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He remembered that I liked hard spanking and he made sure to deliver hard swats! And that was just with his hand!! &lt;strong&gt;YIKES&lt;/strong&gt;!! Next he moved on to the hairbrush &lt;strong&gt;OUCH&lt;/strong&gt;!! The spanking was &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;!! I try to keep in mind that I have all weekend so pacing yourself is always important. He completed my spanking with a strap and then released me into the night. Boy was that a fun spanking and just enough intensity to send me off to a nice slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tuned for Part II - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;FBG&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-480409935184044148?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/480409935184044148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=480409935184044148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/480409935184044148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/480409935184044148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/06/florida-moonshine-tropical-beach-party.html' title='Florida Moonshine Tropical Beach Party Report - Part I'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-5924453571848255064</id><published>2008-06-03T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:37:15.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writers block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Blogged Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen many a person go through some sort of blog block.  I guess it's been my turn since the beginning of the year!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was brought to my attention that I needed to be spanked for not keeping my readers more informed of my adventures since New Years Eve when my brat friend came from New York to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to do when you're on the rollercoaster of life??  I mean I guess I made the decision to live it to the fullest, with the minor dips and drops, but so far, I'm surviving.  I'm happy I'm surviving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and sum up everything until now, so you're all caught up on the comings and goings of the funny brat girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm still having a great time with my BDSM adventures...I enjoy the variations so much!!  I never thought I'd love the edge play as much as I do.  But when the knife is brought out, I can't tell you how excited I get to think of the marks that I will have as a result.  I'm not a big fan of marks that are visible, and if I was, then I'd just get a tattoo.  The hidden marks are much more erotic to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the BDSM adventures pretty constant in my life, that doesn't mean I don't want to still have my spanking fun.  In April, I went to a spanking weekend party in Oxnard.  Another one of my New York brats flew out just for the fun!!  We had a nice room with an awesome view of marina...talk about breath taking!  Alas, the spanking party wasn't as great as I hoped it would be.  I wondered if it was just me or was it the party in general.  I'm all about not focusing on anything negative so I made the best of it.  All in all, getting away for the weekend is always fun.  I did only manage to play with one fun and awesome spanker, which was GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came DomCon which fell in May, way WAY too close to my birthday!! YIKES!!  All in all, it was a great 3 day weekend.  The vendor's were awesome to say the least!!  I was able to sell some of the Whackmepaddles with Taboo Leather and that was great!!  If you've NEVER been to DomCon, I suggest you make the time to come out.   Not only do they have the best vendors, but their BDSM classes are what really make this event shine.  If you're not sure about a certain aspect, I'm sure they will have a class about it.  From flogging, to knife play, to how to play with canes, to bondage, all avenues are explored and explained.  Please feel free to contact me if you'd like more information on the next Domcom event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm heading out to Florida to attend the Florida Moonshine Beach Party, which will take place from June 6-8th in Tampa Florida.  My two New York brat friends and my other California brat friend are all converging on Florida to cause as much trouble as possible!!  And how do you think we'll manage to do that you ask??  Well of course, we're going unsupervised!!  Can you imagine that??  We are beyond excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check back next week when I write up my post party review of our fun in Florida!  Thanks to all of you who still come and read.  I promise to get something posted at least once a week since we all know that I'm a brat who travels often and has trouble just a few steps behind wherever she goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-5924453571848255064?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/5924453571848255064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=5924453571848255064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5924453571848255064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5924453571848255064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogged-down.html' title='Blogged Down...'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-7693627529772677410</id><published>2007-12-31T03:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:49:57.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>What The New Year Will Bring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As 2007 comes to a close, I'm sitting here contemplating my future...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In looking back, I see what a wonderful transformation I've made!  And I know it's not over yet...this year was just the beginning!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing is, I know I slack on my blog...I try to come and update but when you have life all around you swirling and blowing past you faster than you can breathe sometimes, time gets away from you.  But that's not to say that some of the experiences haven't been FANTASTIC!!  Some, if not most, have been beyond my expectations!  And I am very thankful for that...oh ever so thankful I must say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At any rate, I hope that this new year will continue on this adventure.  I'm ready for the time of my life!! This past year I spent a majority of my time in preparation mode, and now its time to fly!  I love when new adventures arise!!  So I know you're wondering....where does spanking fit into all this??  It's EVERYWHERE!!  That is such a big part of who I am...what I need, mostly.  So it factors in...in a BIG way.  I'm hoping that the ride will stop long enough for me to get off so I can write more about my adventures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I hope that everyone out there has a wonderful New Year's!  I know that I will!  The plan is to keep your head up and smile...because someone is out there getting ready to take your picture and you don't want to have a frown on your face, do you? *weg*  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I'll be getting spanked into the New Year, just like a bad girl like me should be...that's one count down, I know I WON'T mind!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-7693627529772677410?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/7693627529772677410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=7693627529772677410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/7693627529772677410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/7693627529772677410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-new-year-will-bring.html' title='What The New Year Will Bring...'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4132388240184419410</id><published>2007-10-09T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:47:27.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ass-ignment  -  Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well as it turns out...this was harder than I thought it was going to be!!  It's no secret that I'm a very anal erotic brat by nature so you would figure that this assignment to be a piece of cake!!  mmmmmmmmmm, did someone say cake?? *weg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, talk of sweet chocolate cake makes me digress, although I can almost taste it!!  Unlike this day, where I could only "feel" it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instructions were simple....I was to go about my normal work day and as soon as I went to lunch I was to insert the plug!!  That was the way I was remain for the rest of the day!  I was to sit at my work station at work with a plug deeply inserted in my secret hole!!  It was harder than I thought it was going to be from the get go!!  I had to twist this way and that, just to get the plug in properly!!  And upon any initial time I'm to insert a plug, there are really no words to describe the initial pain that's involved.  Even when I try to relax the muscles, they feel like they are being torn apart!!  At any rate, when determination hits me, I will not fail, especially at this directed task at hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the plug was snug in its place, I pulled my panties up and went back to work.  Talk about an interesting rest of my day!! I was besides myself with uncertainty.  At first I couldn't sit still!! I was trying my best to concentrate on my work tasks and it was an impossible mission!!  Then there were times when I just HAD to get up!!  But getting up and walking around wasn't easy!!  It meant that mentally I was going to think two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) everyone that looked at me was going to know that I had a plug in my bottom or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) that the plug was going to mysteriously slip out if not shoot out and poke someone in the eye!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So to actually get up and walk around was not something I wanted to do very often...but I HAD to interact with my co-workers!! Talk about conflicted!!  However, I was NOT going to fail on my instructions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once work was over (FINALLY!!) I was able to relax and if you think for one second I felt shame in reaching back to push or hold that plug in, you are sadly mistaken!! I practically drove home with my hand on my ass!!  I didn't care who saw me...all I cared about was getting home.  However, it was only a short trip home because my next assignment was to meet SM at the theatre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I go off to the theatre to meet my tormentor!!  After 20 minutes of driving, I get to my final destination.  I park my car and force myself to get "out" of the car to my appointed meeting place.  Even with a medley of people hustling about the place, I felt singled out!!  I'm sure that every person who made eye contact knew I was holding a plug hostage in my butt!!  But I forged onward to my final destination: the entrance of the theatre!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quietly and slowly I made my way to the closest chair and sat as softly as I could...knowing all too well that sitting hard and fast would cause me to gasp out loud!!  I didn't want to attract any attention to myself at all because I was convinced that I had four huge letters on my forehead that read: PLUG!!  Just the thought of that alone caused me to blush all over again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly I sat and waited not without a squirm from time to time...and slowly within the crowd of people, I see my tormentor making his way over to me.  Upon our eyes meeting, he had the most sinister grin on his face.  He could see the torture on my face yet, he enjoyed it ever so much.  Of course, I can only look into his eyes for a mere second but it was enough to caused me to blush all over again, he was sooo loving this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down next to me, he engaged me with conversation of my day...my experience with the infamous plug....I couldn't keep up with the conversation.  I was lost in a mixture of humiliation, embarrassment and uncomfortablility.  How can one look calm and composed??  That certainly wasn't the picture I was displaying.  To ease my torment, SM asked me to go to the nearest restroom and remove the plug.  But of course he couldn't stop there....he also instructed me to remove my panties as well!!  Oh my God!!  I had to tell him that my panties were soaked as he knows that no matter what he has me do, my body always betrays me.  My body dives head first into excitment and before I have a chance to catch my breath, its too late!!  I'm swimming in a puddle of my own juices!!  He whispered how naughty of me!!  How could I deny it?!  As fast as I could, I made my way to the nearest restroom for some relief!!  Of course, the ladies restroom was packed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to do this assignment without being discovered??  I had no choice, my instructions were clear.  I was to remove the plug and remove my panties as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I was also to go over the sink and WASH the plug!!  How was I going to conceal that huge pink plug from wandering eyes??  I had to just hope and pray that everyone would be clear of the sinks...which luckily enough for me, they were.  *WHEW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tucked the clean plug and my sopping wet panties into my purse and made my way back to my tormentor.   Just in time too.  He stood and turned me away from him so that my back was to him.  He moved close to me and felt his way up the back of my dress until his hand rested on my bottom cheeks.  I took a quick deep breath in as he gathered my dress up to touch my bare skin.  I didn't move a muscle!!  He whispered in my ear, only naughty girls don't wear panties to the theatre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there I was.....naughty as ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4132388240184419410?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4132388240184419410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4132388240184419410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4132388240184419410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4132388240184419410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/10/ass-ignment-results.html' title='The Ass-ignment  -  Results'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-8032878281299744505</id><published>2007-08-28T01:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:57:37.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>The Ass-ignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RtO3n-hm7II/AAAAAAAAABM/ZGs1ShuiSMw/s1600-h/0827072248-722649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103624700167646338" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RtO3n-hm7II/AAAAAAAAABM/ZGs1ShuiSMw/s320/0827072248-722649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;After a night of fun play at the Lair on Saturday night, SM gave me a specific assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;He presented me with this anal plug and said that the instructions were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;You are to take the anal plug home with you and display it somewhere in your place where you can see it every day as a reminder of what naughty girls like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;You are to put the anal plug in during your lunch break on Wednesday and keep it in during the remainder of your work day until I see you later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I know what you're thinking....YIKES! That's what I was thinking too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;More than that, I was excited...as you probably guessed too. I can't seem to help that part of me. It is what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The interesting part is putting it in and keeping it in for the remainder of my work day. Do you honestly think I'm going to get any work done?? I highly doubt it, but if you know me, you know I enjoy a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;That got me thinking about something else....since SM never said anything prior to giving my ass-ignment, nor did He say anything since giving me the ass-ignment, was this a punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I could look at it two ways: 1) It is a punishment and who cares what I'm being punished for or 2) It's NOT a punishment and this is going to be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I know, I know...how does one explain the thoughts that go through my head where anal play is concerned? Will He spank me while I'm plugged? Just the thought of that happening makes me more than HOT!! *weg* Well that proves it...I'm a naughty girl alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess I'll just have to give a full report after the night is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-8032878281299744505?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/8032878281299744505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=8032878281299744505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8032878281299744505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8032878281299744505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/08/ass-ignment.html' title='The Ass-ignment'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RtO3n-hm7II/AAAAAAAAABM/ZGs1ShuiSMw/s72-c/0827072248-722649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-3461228495698223061</id><published>2007-08-06T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:47:31.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paddle'/><title type='text'>The Power of a Whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing I love about going out to play at the Lair is getting there early. I find it extremely interesting to observe others engage in their foreplay of words and conversation before they actually get down to the actual play. However, as some play does get underway, I love how being a voyeuristic participant draws my attention and before I know it, I'm hooked. All my attention is then split between keeping an eye on the door for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SM's&lt;/span&gt; entrance and the sub tied to the web being flogged by her Dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help but let my mind swirl around all the thoughts of what I'm seeing. Then I see it. Clear as day as though I had never seen it before. Her Dom speaking to her softly in her ear. It made me wonder with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; what was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until this very night, I never realized just how powerful a whisper can be. First of all, when one of your senses is taken away for whatever reason, (in this case, a blindfold) everything else becomes more sensitive (not to mention certain areas on your body that no matter how hard you wish or pray your Dom wouldn't get His hands on...He finds it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With your eye sight gone, your mental eyes are wide open. I have to admit, the details of this night are a little hazy for me, but one thing that keeps coming back to my mind is one single simple thing. A whisper. HIS whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, you never know where or what is going on. Especially when you're on the brink of subspace. But with being blindfolded, you just never know when the next stroke of the cane or thud followed by the burning blaze of the flogger will find it's designated target on your tender exposed flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure your hearing is probably magnified about 20 times more than normally but still you never know where He's at. Nor do you really care, until you're standing there, soaking wet from the shear enjoyment of His torture. There's no hiding that even if you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then He does the something totally unexpected. He whispers something in your ear that drives you absolutely crazy!! Then what do you do?? I mean, I think I could handle a few words here and there, in between the paddle landing on my bare bottom and the bite of the cane right on my sweet spot over and over again. But when I'm already in that no going back state of mind, soaked with my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;, your heart pounding, pussy throbbing and legs in total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;. But a whisper?? I never thought it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is something absolutely awesome about hearing a Dom with the most deepest, sultry voices I've ever had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of hearing say the nastiest truths about you. And then He does it. He whispers and his words are processed slowly into the movie in your head which is showing the feature presentation: A naughty little girl, her treasure soaking wet, His personal little slut, enjoying EVERYTHING. Every stroke of the paddle, strap or flogger combined with intervals of fingers fucking in her pussy and asshole sometimes both at the same time. And if only time would stand still as the combination of pleasure and pain unite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!! Don't you want to hear the whisper too? All I know is that I'm thankful I heard it on this night and you know what? I STILL want to hear it...even right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-3461228495698223061?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/3461228495698223061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=3461228495698223061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/3461228495698223061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/3461228495698223061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/08/power-of-whisper.html' title='The Power of a Whisper'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-5308952559106092583</id><published>2007-07-09T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:22:39.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Truly Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initially I wasn't going to blog about this, but only because I've been in this inner turmoil over it, I figured I'd better.  I guess if I don't get it out in the open, I may never be able to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever disappointed someone that you cared for? I mean "really" disappointed them?  Even if you didn't intentionally mean to, but it happened anyway?  What did you do?  I've been going crazy beating myself up about something that I did that disappointed someone that I care for.  Even though, part of the punishment has been dealt out (and why does the bruises hurt less than my heart) I still have this wretched feeling?  I'm irritable and easily upset because it really bothers me that I could disappoint him as I did.  I guess I question my own character and think to myself, "who wants to be around a person who is a disappointment?"  OK, maybe I get carried away with my thoughts, but the thought still did cross my mind.  A lot of thoughts have crossed my mind (as you can tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At any rate, I disappointed someone I care about deeply and regardless of the fact that I will NEVER do that again, why do I still feel so bad?  Like I previously mentioned, part of the punishment was dealt out.  I was assigned 500 strokes with whatever he choose.  Initially when he started with this particular punishment, my head was thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; here we go....  But after counting past 150, everything hurt.  And he hadn't confirmed that this was the beginning of the punishment.  So far, I had deduced that this was it.  Swimming in my own pity, I cried about the pain...I cried about the humiliation.  Then he stopped and asked me, "Are you crying because it hurt, or are you crying because you just figured out what this was for?"  The most amazing thing happened after that statement.  After answering, "I know what this is for", I was so angry at myself and what I had done to disappoint him.  Every stroke after that I counted as quickly as I could and I just did everything that I could to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absort&lt;/span&gt; the pain.  I didn't care how much it hurt, I wanted it to hurt more.  I wanted to be the one with the cane, or the strap or the paddle hitting myself.  At one point, I couldn't even remember what number I was on....and I didn't care if we started over...in fact, I even suggested that we start over because I couldn't remember.  It wasn't my choice and I wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 300 fell, he gave me an option.  I could take my 200 later or take them now...it was my choice.  I fell silent.  In my head I weighed the options carefully.  Had I beat myself up enough or had I the need to continue?  I took the offer and even though part of me wanted it to continue...I'm glad with my decision.  But at what price?  He may still be disappointed and even though I'll never be stupid enough to let that happen again....it could, in fact, happen again.  I wish that I had a guarantee, but I have to have faith in myself.  Something that I'm still learning to do.  I just hope he knows how truly sorry I am and that I will NEVER do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~funny brat girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-5308952559106092583?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/5308952559106092583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=5308952559106092583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5308952559106092583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5308952559106092583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/07/truly-disappointed.html' title='Truly Disappointed'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-20557905294944174</id><published>2007-07-04T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:42:55.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>The Dreaded Wait...A Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;Recently as I was reading the many spanking blogs that bring me joy every day, I stumbled across a fabulous blog called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spankingbrats.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;The House of Richard Windsor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt; to which the following question was posed:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Would you guys agree with me that when you have a punishment spanking coming, that the actual wait for the spanking is ten times worse than the spanking is itself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;So how does the wait feel for you? Do you find yourself at times during the day with your mind going blank as you think about what is coming? Do you find that when you know you have a spanking coming that your behavior is impeccable that day? Do you try and plan ways to get out of the spanking? Let me know your thoughts on this subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gladly, I offered the following reply...since surprisingly enough, "I" have a punishment spanking coming very soon.  At any rate, here is what I had to say on the subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have been waiting for a punishment spanking that I've had due for a while now...but don't think Sir hasn't taken every opportunity to remind me that it's coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;As of late, I've been told that within the next two weeks.  Thing is, or hardest part for me rather, is that here I am trying my hardest to stay OUT of more trouble.  Absolutely impossible and Sir knows it!!  If memory serves me correctly, I know what the last punishment spanking was like and trust me, I'm not exactly thrilled about what is coming.  Sure I admit that I get into trouble here and there, but the level of trouble is no where near the magnitute of the punishment spankings he administers.  Ooooh no...they are distinctly different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;So I've been patiently waiting, mostly praying that I've done some good to erase some of the punishment away, but I know better.  He is going to give me exactly what he knows I've earned and mostly deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;How does that make me feel?  I feel like a bad girl, naturally!!  It's also no secret that I haven't spend the time that I've had running over all the details in my head...the different senarios where I did something completely different each time...I know the end result is the same...&lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt; to be punished.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Any day time now....any day now....any minute now...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;funny brat girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;PS:  Thank you Richard Windsor for a yet again reminding me that I am still waiting for this much deserved spanking....I soooo needed that!! *weg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;PSS:  Please make sure you visit &lt;a href="http://spankingbrats.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The House of Richard Windsor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-20557905294944174?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/20557905294944174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=20557905294944174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/20557905294944174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/20557905294944174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreaded-waita-question.html' title='The Dreaded Wait...A Question'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-8120135953829810774</id><published>2007-06-15T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:57:39.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of an Unspanked Brat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-ejSW5-I/AAAAAAAAABE/EEVunYAOQRc/s1600-h/100_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076188424589207522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-ejSW5-I/AAAAAAAAABE/EEVunYAOQRc/s320/100_0104.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I hear that sometimes when you want something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;you should just go after it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-SjSW59I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OuPdYZEcY08/s1600-h/100_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076188218430777298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-SjSW59I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OuPdYZEcY08/s320/100_0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Most people are used to just waiting for things to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-KDSW58I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vrTe9f0x2RA/s1600-h/100_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076188072401889218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-KDSW58I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vrTe9f0x2RA/s320/100_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the type of brat who wants a spanking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-BjSW57I/AAAAAAAAAAs/6ft9ay__N8M/s1600-h/100_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076187926373001138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-BjSW57I/AAAAAAAAAAs/6ft9ay__N8M/s320/100_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I figure that there is no better way to get one than to take pictures of my bottom both covered and bare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI9yzSW56I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NAnoQAtiy48/s1600-h/100_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076187672969930658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI9yzSW56I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NAnoQAtiy48/s320/100_0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;You can call it a little bit of mental inspiriation! *weg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI9ozSW55I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0vOrFN8GNUw/s1600-h/100_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076187501171238802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI9ozSW55I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0vOrFN8GNUw/s320/100_0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I hope you enjoy them and if you are somehow inspired to take me up on that offer, send me an email or post a message *weg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~funny brat girl....shuffling off into the sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-8120135953829810774?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/8120135953829810774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=8120135953829810774' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8120135953829810774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8120135953829810774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-of-unspanked-brat.html' title='Pictures of an Unspanked Brat'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4hr1ohz2K0/RnI-ejSW5-I/AAAAAAAAABE/EEVunYAOQRc/s72-c/100_0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-8205497781141853307</id><published>2007-05-10T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:22:58.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humiliation'/><title type='text'>Brats Form of Cryptonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can this be true?  Does it really exist?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well speaking from recent experience, I have to admit, that it IS quite true and DOES exist!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once a Dom finds out that you're an anal erotic brat, you might as well know that the Dom has somehow got your number! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not only will you be paralysed by their gained knowledge of how much you secretly enjoy this naughty anal play, but unbeknownst to yourself, you'll have open a flood gate (and something else as you well know) of other information that you previously didn't think you were sharing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For example, like how even though it is quite humiliating and embarrasing, you LOVE it!!  From beginning to end (YOUR end), it drives you crazy!!  The initial process of being probed and lubricated is only the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;Also, in the middle (yes this plug IS intended to be right in the middle!) of being shamed and humiliated you get scolded and heaven forbid they say "Young Lady", you're a dead duck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You'll never be able to recover!! This I know!!  This has happened to me!!  Next thing you know, you're standing in the corner with your bottom up in the air displaying a plug for the whole world to see and don't think you won't get away without being scolded for such a naughty display. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HEY!!  We didn't choose to be displayed this way....the cryptonite made us do it!!  Sheeeeesh!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So heed this warning dear brats....if you know what's good for you...you'll be careful of the cryptonite!!  It may be too late for me...Save yourselves!! *weg*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~FBG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-8205497781141853307?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/8205497781141853307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=8205497781141853307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8205497781141853307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/8205497781141853307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/05/brats-form-of-cryptonite.html' title='Brats Form of Cryptonite'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-9106727633766405094</id><published>2007-05-07T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:26:48.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whackmepaddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cherry red report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paddle'/><title type='text'>Thank You to The Cherry Red Report!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A special "Thank You" to Dave at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherryredreport.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cherry Red Report&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; for the feature he did on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whackmepaddles.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whackmepaddles.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherryredreport.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Cherry Red Report&lt;/a&gt; is a great spanking blog written by Dave filled with spanking pictures both recent and vintage alike.  He definitely has a GREAT spanking blog and I thoroughly enjoy visiting his blog each and every day. If you haven't had a chance to check it out, you need to get over there as soon as you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have any questions about paddles, placing an order, placing a special order, anything you need to know, you can always email me directly on the &lt;a href="http://www.whackmepaddles.com"&gt;Whackmepaddles&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again, thanks to Dave for taking the time out of his busy schedule to do this feature story for us!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-9106727633766405094?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/9106727633766405094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=9106727633766405094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/9106727633766405094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/9106727633766405094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-to-cherry-red-report.html' title='Thank You to The Cherry Red Report!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-3890371708760842385</id><published>2007-03-26T01:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:57:38.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Paddle at WhackmePaddles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/1600/z/500245/0325072128-713600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/z/76169/0325072128-713600.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out this new paddle!! 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If you haven't had a chance to take a look...you should! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the quality control manager I can vouch for how effective they are...OUCH! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-3890371708760842385?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/3890371708760842385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=3890371708760842385' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/3890371708760842385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/3890371708760842385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-paddle-at-whackmepaddles.html' title='New Paddle at WhackmePaddles!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-3942145527539570443</id><published>2007-03-26T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:17:47.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Full of SPANKING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boy don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I feel lucky?? Yesterday I had the great opportunity to attend a spanking party during the day.  THEN off for a fun filled night of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BDSM&lt;/span&gt; play at night!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you're probably wondering, so what's the big deal about that being that I am the funny brat girl who has been to many spanking parties!!  Well actually since my exploration into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BDSM&lt;/span&gt; world, my appetite for attending spanking parties had kind of diminished.  Come to think of it, the last spanking party I had attended was August of last year in Vegas!!  YIKES!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After getting an email invitation and a phone call from a friend asking me to come and join them, I decided to go and check it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy did I have a GREAT time!!  First was able to spend some time with my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spankee&lt;/span&gt; girl friends and catch up on our bouts of naughty behavior and bad girl fun.  Then it was off to join the men for some actual spanking fun!!  There is something to be said for the Tops that go to these parties where Dawna, myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crowe&lt;/span&gt; and Kathy are in attendance!WATCH OUT!! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*  Tops are spared no mercy when a pack of brats are out and about, ready to get into trouble if not get each other into trouble!  And that surely was the case on this lovely Saturday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first spanking was by a great Top named Harry.  Whenever I am at a spanking party and Harry is there, you better believe I am going to play with him.  And that I did!!  What fun that was and I surely did miss him!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next I played with Bill.  Of course that was after I had continuously picked on him and even labeled him the party "spiller".  I'm sure you can figure out WHY!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  At any rate, FINALLY he had enough of me and my picking and off to the room we went to play.  The spanking was just hard enough and very good.  Surely I have to admit, all the nit-picking did pay off!! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon after our play spanking concluded, we walked out to join the others when I spotted friends Lindsay and Larry.  For the record, Lindsay is NOT an angel...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  She is nothing but trouble!! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weg&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larry made sure to take me next for some spanking fun.  The spanking with Larry was so much fun!! Especially when he decided to change my position so that I would be more comfortable!!  Talk about a Top with a heart!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once we both rejoined the party group...Kathy proceeded to try and get me into trouble again!! This time it was with someone new at the party.  At least new to me.  This was his first CA party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One piece of advice I have to give to the Tops out there.  NEVER tell a brat that she'll only do something "once".  That just challenges a brat to do whatever it is that your referring to MORE than once regardless of the consequences.  Case and point:  This Top is telling a brat that if a brat unties his shoe laces, she will only get that opportunity "once".  Of course, my ears perk up and I want nothing more than to get my "one" opportunity (what brat wouldn't).  But one thing is beckoning in the back of my mind.....I don't really know this Top.  So I'm cautious...but then here comes my brat friend Kathy and I think to myself....what if I enlist her help??  Then if we get in trouble for it, we will BOTH get in trouble....there is safety in numbers you know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, this Top is sitting on the couch and I am next to him on a chair.  Kathy comes and I stop her right in front of me and of him and I tell her...."don't move".  Immediately she's got this panicked look on her face like I've set her up for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; deed.  At that point I try to reach around her and get at this Tops shoe lace.  DARN!!  My arms are too short!!  Finally Kathy figures out what I'm trying to do...and low and behold...she reaches right over and unties his shoes with nothing flat.  (The next part is the most typical thing any brat would do). THEN she tells him that I told her to do it.  And I may not have said the words, but I could have said it with my eyes. **rolls eyes**  WOW!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can imagine my apprehension at the thought of getting spanked by this unknown Top.  But I played along.  I walked outside to look at the hosts switch tree in the back yard.  And when I turn to walk back in...there He is.  YIKES!!  So He says, "I think you and I have a little business to discuss".  I said, "sure, go right ahead, I'm listening".  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my surprise He takes me by the hand and leads me to an available play room.  Also to my surprise, there is Larry and Lindsay!!  I told you Lindsay was a troublemaker!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  So the four of us go and play...both us brats on the bed next to each other as they start out our spankings with back massages!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!  This was just getting better and better by the minute. First Larry is spanking me and massaging my back.  Could this be better than chocolate??  Of course NOT!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon after they switched.  I wasn't prepared for the spanking with this new Top, but there was no turning back now.  Then Lindsay whispers to me, "You're in trouble now..."  I try to ignore her and then the first of many spanks lands right on my cheeks!! OUCH!!  The spanking was GREAT!!  All in all, I had the most fun with this new Top.  Hopefully we'll be able to play again sometime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is definitely one thing I like about spank parties.  You get a group of like minded people together (some you know, some you don't).  You build relationships and you play.  If you don't feel comfortable to play, there is no pressure to play.  If you feel more comfortable playing behind closed doors, you can have your privacy and close the bedroom door if you want.  But mostly, with such great hosts, you have the feeling of safety.  If you meet Tops or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Doms&lt;/span&gt; online and they want to meet you in person, you can invite them to a party.  That way you meet in a public social setting with your other spanking friends.  It definitely helps and has been quite beneficial for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the spanking doesn't end with this party!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the party, I went home for a quick freshen up and change of clothes and dashed off to the Lair!!  Time for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BDSM&lt;/span&gt; fun!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night started with a spectacular display of fire play!!  It was captivating and thrilling to watch and observe!!  Having had the opportunity to experience fire play myself, I have to say that the intensity is so awesome.  This is definitely one aspect of play that I love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next it's off to find a play spot!!  The spider web is open for play!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! So I reserve the spot for my Dom and shortly after, here He comes with His toy bag.  Quickly I prepare for to be secured to the web ready for play.  And play we did...all into the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the time the night is over for me, it's actually morning!!  I put the key in my door just before 4am.  But the day and night were more than fun but definitely memorable!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FBG&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-3942145527539570443?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/3942145527539570443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=3942145527539570443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/3942145527539570443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/3942145527539570443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-full-of-spanking.html' title='A Day Full of SPANKING!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4560170424613613030</id><published>2007-03-06T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:34:20.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FBG Does The LA Marathon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/1600/z/167449/0305071325-760606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/z/135964/0305071325-760606.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just when you thought life couldn&amp;#39;t get any better...I get my medal for finishing the LA Marathon! Never under estimate the power of a brat who can walk 26.2 miles! YEAH BABY!&lt;p&gt;~FBG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4560170424613613030?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4560170424613613030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4560170424613613030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4560170424613613030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4560170424613613030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/03/fbg-does-la-marathon.html' title='FBG Does The LA Marathon!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-4262311316197584615</id><published>2007-02-17T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:12:51.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline and Punishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not exactly what every brat is looking forward to, but why do I think it is soooo HOT? Am I the only one?  OK, maybe it is hot sometimes, but other times, I hope you're ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of days now, I can't seem to understand WHY I'm so fascinated with the thought of being punished or disciplined.  Is it the thrill of doing something naughty??  Followed by the thought of getting caught which brings forth a snowball effect of emotions which range from butterflies to sweaty palms to nervousness at such a high level I want to scream??  I know some brats who could agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the after effects for which total forgiveness is achieved?  It's not like you actually think of that part before, but the comfort of knowing that all will be forgiven is a pleasant thought even I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I feel it's the whole pathetic ordeal.  From start to finish.  No side stepping or shuffling (my personal favorite)...You just forward march yourself from the minute the naughty idea enters my mind, action is performed until to the very end when all is absolved and forgiveness is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the beginning when you actually premeditate to do something wrong, you should think again.  But being the brat that I am do I?  Heck no I don't!  Part of that is because I've been taught to follow through.  If you step into it, might as well step ALL the way in.  If there are consequences, well, then you have to face them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure that I have two options: 1) To get caught or 2) To NOT get caught.  My thoughts pretty much rest with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get caught, I am well aware that there will be consequences and that I will have a punishment spanking coming.  Regardless of what is actually done, I know I will get a very hard spanking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get caught, well then I will consider myself quite lucky, but will proceed with caution.  And what I mean by that, I mean bury it!!  DEEP in the vault of all brat naughtiness!!  Never to be seen or heard unless in the presence of other brats whom you share the deepest trust with your deepest darkest secrets.  Most importantly your bestest brat friend(s) who will NOT be silly enough to try it themselves because 99% of the time, they WILL get caught and expose you in the process.  So its safer to keep in the vault as I previously stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get back to the slippery slope journey of getting caught.  The first thing you experience is utter embarrassment.  I mean, you KNOW your Dom is going to lecture you about your poor judgement and it doesn't matter WHERE you're at either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure as day you can be right in the middle of the grocery store and He will start in with the "What the hell were you thinking YOUNG LADY!" (on a small side note, whenever I'm called "Young Lady" I just about die!!)  Or my all time favorite, "Just wait until I get you home YOUNG LADY!"  All you can do is wish that you could hide under a rock or something!!  But nope, you have to stand RIGHT THERE and listen has he continues on and on about how disappointed He is in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, the person in line behind you is disappointed in you and so is the checker, or so you think.  Just meeting their gaze is humiliating enough!!  It's at that moment you feel like the smallest person in the world!!  But you manage to get out of the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However to your dismay, the lecturing continues all the way home and all you can do is listen.  Sure you can stare out into the world but you know you can't join in their fun because you're going to be busy getting punished.  Then somewhere back in your mind you realize as you draw closer to home, you better enjoy sitting on that comfy seat because you probably won't be sitting down for the next day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I tend to take the marinating approach.  Which means I am constantly thinking about what a stupid thing I did and that I DESERVE to be punished.  And I am constantly getting mad at myself.  All day long, I am fussing over it in my own head.  However, I am also thinking (more like praying) that something kind of reprieve be granted, which NEVER happens.  So I must face my fate, whatever that may actually be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make my way over, I am hit with a nervous tidal wave!  As I walk up to the door of my doom, I shake my head.  Inside it is ALL about the business at hand.  The first time He says "Young Lady" my head drops as do my eyes and more than anything I want to cover my ears!  I can't help that an overwhelming feeling of dread and dispair has suddenly overcome me and I want to cry, but being a macha brat, I hold it in.  I don't know what for, it's going to come out no matter what I do or want anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first cane stroke, to the first paddle stroke and finally the first strap stroke all the way to the last of each, I am the model of a sorry brat.  Sure I can try and compose myself, but at some point, I can't hold on to it any longer and I just let the tears flow.  And when it's over, I'm at the point where I don't even want to LOOK at him.  I just want more than anything to crawl in a cave and hide.  But I know He wants to see my face.  He wants to know that I appreciate that He has taken the time to correct my bad behavior.  He wants the chance to show me that all is forgiven even if I can't forgive myself.  At least not right now, not right away.  But eventually I can and will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess that's the price you pay for being a naughty little brat girl.  Some prices are heavier than others, but all in all, you can always remember that once you've been punished and taught a lesson, you're a better brat for it in the end.  Even if it means that its "your" bare end that's red and sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FBG~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-4262311316197584615?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/4262311316197584615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=4262311316197584615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4262311316197584615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/4262311316197584615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/02/discipline-and-punishment.html' title='Discipline and Punishment'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-2464655863249303388</id><published>2007-02-07T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:47:47.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EROTIC BOOK JUNKIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/1600/z/459161/0207071420a-725372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/z/659827/0207071420a-725372.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know about any other brats out there, but in between actually finding myself in trouble and getting punished for it or receiving vital and valuable OTK time or as I sometimes call it "confession time", I like to fill my un-spanked time with erotic literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an erotic book junkie!!  I'm not talking about the kind of erotic literature or spanking stories you find on the internet, but actual books.  If you could see my collection right now, you'd laugh!!  If you're wondering WHERE I could possibly buy these books and get away with it besides online...I go to "Borders"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I'm the type of brat who has an active and vivid imagination flooded by mental images galore, reading a book of the erotic nature, I can sometimes imagine that I'm the main character.  Or better yet, that I'm the proverbial fly on the wall watching every spanking scene unfold from the front row!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better than having the ability to take a book of the erotic nature with you wherever you go.  If you know me, you know that I don't care who sees me reading it.  All I care about is having breaks in my day to sit back and read and drift off into the spanking world in my head.  Of course there is the question of "what do you do if you get hot and bothered?"  I do what every brat does...I go to the ladies room and take care of it!! LOL!!  Or if I'm in the car, no one can see where my hand is can they??  Well if you're a truck driver maybe, but chances are, he'll but question what he thought he saw.  Oh well...that's this brat's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I reading today??  Well you'll be happy to know that I've made a few new purchases.  One book titled "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Over The Knee&lt;/span&gt;" by Fiona Locke.  Did I forget to mention that it has a cute little naughty brat on the cover being pulled over a Dom's knee??  The other book I got was titled, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brush Strokes&lt;/span&gt;" by Penny Birch.  Don't they sound just full of wonderful spankings?? *weg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both will fit nicely into my collection, I am confident of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever find yourself in between spankings and want to keep the spanking fire alive in yourself, pick up a book.  You won't be disappointed at the world you'll find yourself in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~FBG~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-2464655863249303388?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/2464655863249303388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=2464655863249303388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2464655863249303388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2464655863249303388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/02/erotic-book-junkie.html' title='EROTIC BOOK JUNKIE'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-5068327600935698828</id><published>2007-01-22T15:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:34:55.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Brat Girl's NEW Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/1600/274329/0121071910-795827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a happy little picture of an un-spanked brat!  Notice my wonderful RED hat?  Something tells me that my bottom is going to match the color very soon.&lt;br&gt;~FBG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-5068327600935698828?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/5068327600935698828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=5068327600935698828' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5068327600935698828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/5068327600935698828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/01/funny-brat-girls-new-hat.html' title='Funny Brat Girl&apos;s NEW Hat'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-2876305519181677196</id><published>2007-01-13T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:06:02.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait to Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK here's the situation...I have two punishments coming to me.  Both are for very specific reasons for which I had a huge error in judgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're not getting any argument from me.  I know I messed up.  I know I must face the music.  I can’t help but worry about it.  I worry about how bad it's going to be.  I worry about the lesson that I'm being taught for failing to learn it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about how stupid it was of me to not be paying attention or to follow direction.  I'll beat myself up for being so careless even before getting these punishments I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I'm just plain worried.  I'm worried about repeating my mistakes.  I'm worried about disappointing Him.  I'm worried about being a failure.  I'm worried that as He looks down at me He will see this bad little girl who should know better.  It will seem like He’s taking great pleasure teaching me.  Although, will it not be pleasurable.  It will be painful and hard and heartbreaking.  Heartbreaking…*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll wait until my fate catches up with me.  And waiting is the hardest part.  Wondering and waiting and worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could just wait to worry.  If I wait to worry, I can continue on with my bratty little life and worry later about my fate.  Could life be that easy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I'm not going to worry about it now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now....I'll just wait to worry and see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FBG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-2876305519181677196?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/2876305519181677196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=2876305519181677196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2876305519181677196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2876305519181677196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/01/wait-to-worry.html' title='Wait to Worry'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-7624832626424824391</id><published>2007-01-10T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:48:19.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry A Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wonder about the things that make you cry?  Whether it be overwhelming sadness, the loss of something you feel you can’t live without or the thought of disappointing someone you are fond of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I’ve heard that there are people who cry at the drop of a hat.  People who cry during movies, who cry at weddings, funerals and people who cry when they’re happy even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the people who hold all the emotion inside?  The people who never cry?  Or do their best to keep that to themselves, never sharing that emotion.  How do you deal with that?  Do you suddenly explode when you least expect it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all these questions came about during the other night’s play.  First of all, almost everyone knows that when you’re in that sensitive monthly state almost ANYTHING makes you cry.  For the most part, I’m one of those brats’s that will try to keep my emotions under control.  Even during my sensitive monthly state.  However, there are times when I just can’t hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a million things running through my mind before and during the scene, I couldn’t even predict where my mind was going within our play.  Actually, I never can.  I can only anticipate and participate and I’m grateful no matter where the trip takes me.  But crying is not something that I expect every time.  But when you touch on a nerve, the tears WILL follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it amazes me at how well guarded I am with my emotions.  It’s not like I don’t want to share my emotions especially during play or with the Dom I’m playing with, but it takes a lot to get them exposed.  He knows that too.  Sometimes I think He pushes those buttons to see exactly what my reaction will be.  Funny thing is, even when you get a tear or two, I find myself trying to gather some composure as soon as they fall down my cheeks.  I can’t let them go.  I can’t let them show.  What makes my tears so special?  It’s not like I have tears of gold or like He hasn’t seen tears before….so what is the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time now, I know I’ve done everything I could to protect myself.  It’s not like I think everyone is out to get me, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.  Maybe because I’ve had unexpected hurt come from behind and knock the wind out of me twice too many.  You really can’t blame me for being over protective of my hearts deepest desires, can you?  But I know that I’m not being fair.  I’m not sharing that little treasure and I feel selfish for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you play and you TRUST the person you’re playing with, you have nothing to be afraid of then.  I mean, wouldn’t you WANT to show them that you have a heart that cries inside.  That you feel the pain and there is NOTHING you want more than your tears to wash over you and cleanse it all away?  That you can show them you’re vulnerable and weak and at their mercy no matter what? Why not let the bricks fall from the wall so well built up that not even an expert thief can scale? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it’s not like I don’t trust Him....maybe it’s that I don’t trust ME.  Maybe I don’t trust that I will still be the me that He already sees. Maybe I’ll be too weak or too vulnerable or too much work.  What if what He sees is disappointing?  What then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know right now is that somewhere, somehow, I need to let the “me” show begin.  It’s OK, don’t be nervous, just raise the curtain and start the show.    The reviews may not be raving at first, but at least the show will be seen.  And the story will finally be told...once and for all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-7624832626424824391?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/7624832626424824391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=7624832626424824391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/7624832626424824391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/7624832626424824391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/01/cry-little.html' title='Cry A Little'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-6119737125766241328</id><published>2007-01-09T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:11:06.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Paddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4890/94310191358628/1600/881271/0109071856-765701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4890/94310191358628/320/380667/0109071856-765701.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a little picture of my favorite paddle.  Doesn't exactly leave an imprint or anything, but think of all the wonderful conversations you can have about it!! *weg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way....it was special made by MY DAD!  Yes, I have corrupted my wood fascinated Dad into making these wonderful little wooden paddles for my spanko friends delight.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, I've had hard job of being part of quality control and can attest...they DO work!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUCH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want to see more.....visit our website...(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whackmepaddles.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.whackmepaddles.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;~FBG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-6119737125766241328?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/6119737125766241328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=6119737125766241328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6119737125766241328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6119737125766241328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-favorite-paddle-fbg.html' title='My Favorite Paddle'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-1132252079983976147</id><published>2007-01-07T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:19:49.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub-Culture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It was back to the Lair for some more interesting observations, or shall I say, in the hopes of seeing exactly what happened to our naughty little Latina sub girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It wasn't totally uneventful, I must admit. Have you ever heard the expression "Silence speaks Volumes"? Well you can say the same thing about not showing up. But one must wonder, what actually did happen?? We may never know what happened...but we can sure think about it. *weg* Oh us brats never have a problem imagining all the different senarios in our naughty little heads, that's for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;But in the middle of all that thinking and naughty imagining, I got to a very serious question. Maybe it's not anything to anyone else, but it did get me thinking. Was there a sub-culture??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess at first the question seemed rather vague, but once I was able to sit down and think about, I wondered....was there a difference between being submissive and from a different culture?? Speaking from a purely Latina standpoint, I wondered if other cultures dictated how they served??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;To get to the bottom (no pun intended just yet...) of this, I guess it starts at the Top with the Dom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;There is no question that Doms can be different. That's what makes them special, actually. The fact that they do things differently. Their training styles are different, their wants and desires are different. It's no wonder that they are searching for a specific submissive to fulfill their needs. But do the take their cultures into consideration?? I wondered about this too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sticking to what I DO know, it all comes back to me, the little Latina girl, who started out full force into the spanking scene. One thing I did notice...there weren't very many of my type out there in the scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;In the beginning, I thought the reason was because Latina girls are so prudish. They don't kiss and tell, let alone get spanked and tell. And if they did, it would be WAY too humiliating to tell anyone. Latina's never deviate from the norm. And if they did, then EVERYONE knew about it. Not to mention, that so many Latina girls spent half of their childhood getting spanked, so WHY would this be a turn on in the first place?? More than that, WHY would a Latina girl want to go out into the world unknown and get spanked? Call me a rebel, but I wanted in and I was going to find as many spankings as I could find!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;As a Latina, I can tell you culturally, you are brought up to be subservient. Most Latinas are taught to do what they are told no matter who it is. Not to mention having respect. Wow, that's two basics down right? WRONG!! LOL Just because that's what you're taught or that's what's expected of you, doesn't mean you WANT a life of submission. More than half the girls find ways to break from this lifestyle as soon as they can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So you can see, I'm kind of unique! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;But it did get me wondering about other cultures...was it really that different? I guess I'll have to do a little investigative research and find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-1132252079983976147?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/1132252079983976147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=1132252079983976147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1132252079983976147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/1132252079983976147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/01/sub-culture.html' title='Sub-Culture?'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-445358157721304619</id><published>2007-01-02T18:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:19:39.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual Spankings and MORE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I think about being instructed to wait for my fate...nude kneeling on all fours...with my bottom up in the air, my head down. You're able to view everything from behind...both holes anxiously awaiting...even the moisture glistens for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch my bare bottom skin; letting your hands run over each cheek, lightly tapping...then stopping to look at the view....you speak to me scolding me for loving this so much. You tell me that you should spank my exposed places for such a wanton display I give you. A small whimper escapes my lips and you laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel anxious and nervous at the thought of you spanking my pussy, my bottom hole...what will you use?? I try to push the thoughts out of my head, but quickly you bring them to reality...I feel the first bite of sting on my bottom hole. You explain how such naughty places need special attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After punishing my bottom hole you turn your concentration to my pussy....wet with excitement, you deliver the first of many spanks. Again, my squirming is renewed. Your scolding words ring over and over in my head, but you continue to explain that such naughtiness needs this type of punishment. I whimper louder for I know this to be too true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stop for a minute to concentrate on my neglected bare bottom cheeks...you don't want the fun to be over too quickly. Plus there is much more punishment for those naughty places. After applying the hairbrush and paddle, you once again spread my cheeks and spank my bottom hole. This time, it much more punishing, severe or so it seems. Then you stop....then something cold...and I feel the lubrication and your finger finds its way in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what's coming next....or do I? I know you fancy anal plugs and deep down, as humiliating as they are, I do too as you well know... I expect you to put the medium size plug in after you've worked me up running your fingers in and out. You see that how my body responds with excitement, for which you scold me for such a display, yet you continue to make me work and push my bottom back up against your fingers as you enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you stop to check to weather and you spank my pussy again for making such a wet mess....You talk to me about naughty girls who deserve this type of punishment daily. I wiggle unbeknownst to the fact that you see everything. You spank my bare bottom cheeks and demand I stay still... You say you have a surprise for me...one that will humiliate and humble me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide with excitement, you push the plug in...slowly it tries to find it's way inside...if I could swallow it, I know I would....but you don't want it to be easy...you want it to be hard...so you slide it in and out...making me push back to at each thrust you push in. Finally, when it's all the way in, I noticed something dangling on my bare cheeks...what could it be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to turn around to see, but you command me back into position...you ask me to wiggle my bottom for you and I do as I'm told and then at that instant, I know....you have placed a tail in me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grab the tail and tug on it...and I groan. You lift the tail up and spank the sweetest of all spots over and over again...they are on the stage now...and you will give them your full attention. Humiliated and beyond excited, I have a pony-tail in my bottom!! I am not a pony, but only made to look like one!! Just the type of humiliation a bad girls needs you explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hand checks the weather one final time, and you renew your spankings there as well. You push one finger then two deep inside and it almost swallows your hand whole!! You should have worn your raincoat! Without shame, I rock into every spank you give my pussy...You see that I am about to come soon...you can't let me do that just yet. You release your fingers and pull out the wooden paddle to give the sweetest of all spots the color of red...You lift my tail and I fall deeper into my humble humiliation for I can only imagine what I must look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely enough, at some point, I do not care...my emotions are all over the place...even as you apply sharp and hard stinging spanks to the sweetest of all spots, I can't stop the weather...if your hand touches me, I will explode!! You continue your scolding I feel your touch....and sure enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done, you instruct me to remain on display for all to see....and there I remain with my tail and tailed on display....until you start...all over again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-445358157721304619?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/445358157721304619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=445358157721304619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/445358157721304619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/445358157721304619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/01/sensual-spankings-and-more.html' title='Sensual Spankings and MORE!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-2256834206179520892</id><published>2007-01-02T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:18:20.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting New Year's Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First and foremost, Happy New Year everyone!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 2007!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mark the end of 2006, I spent the evening with two wonderful people, both Doms/Dommes.  As it turns out, they both have had such a positive impact on my life this past year, it was only appropriate that I ring in the New Year with them both.  And boy was I ever glad I did too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did Sir MAL give me my "year end" spanking (which consequently was to wash away all the bad things I'd done throughout the year, it was also instrumental in generating rebirth for the New Year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I couldn't have asked for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part during night/morning an interesting turn of events occurred.  A certain young sub, acting more like a brat per my observation, got a little mouthy with a few of  the Dom/Dommes.  Quite surprised by her attitude, I watched with fascination as her fate unfolded before my eyes.  But it was a little more than I bargained for.  I didn't immediately feel that way at first, but when the night was done...I knew I could identify with her in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a sub disrespects her Dom in front of other Dom/Dommes...you better believe there is going to be BIG repercussions and it doesn't matter who's there to witness it.  It's going to happen and it's not going to be fun and games either. Nope, it's going to be bad and unless you've prepared for it, you can't expect anything less.  I'm sure at the time; she didn't think this was going to be her fate.  But immediately once it began, I watched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Dom did all that he could to humiliate her, which I think (and probably don't really know for sure) is an effective tool to subdue the behavior.  From a cultural stand point (you see...she and I are the same race....Mexican, Latina and known to have quite a stubborn streak that once activated, HARDER than HARD to control) the minute I saw it, I knew it was going to be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get her under control with humiliation, and renewed spanks on her bare bottom (which was now on display for all to see), I could see her strategy.  She would first try to appeal to his softer side.  She thought she would appear cute and sweet and bratty, but what that did was make Him look like he was soft in front of his Dom/Domme peers.  Which was NOT good.  It showed them that He was NOT in control of his sub at all.  When he didn't respond to her cuteness, she became defiant.  She didn't want to listen to him, and when she did she did only after&lt;br /&gt;He applied punishment (spankings and MORE humiliation) At that point, did she did somewhat realize that He was not going to budge.  But still she had to test Him. I kept thinking to myself, this is not the right time to play games.  But she is Mexican, and I knew she wouldn't stop her game until she won "something". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to discontinue the scene from going any further out of control (mainly to stop His fellow Dom/Dommes from witnessing how poorly trained and how He can't handle His sub) the Dom decided to make his exit with His sub in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking back to a time when I was like that.  Before I met the Dom that I play with now,  I remember how I used to fight and the end result more often than not was not good.  I always felt like He was trying to break me, but I can only realize that with each fight I gave, it was a harder and harder fight for Him to control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what I know now as opposed to what I knew back then, I’m lucky to have had the opportunity to learn what a great gift it is to give of yourself, your service to someone else.  I never thought like that before.  It was hard to think like that when someone doesn't teach you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad someone taught me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-2256834206179520892?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/2256834206179520892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=2256834206179520892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2256834206179520892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/2256834206179520892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2007/01/interesting-new-years-observation.html' title='Interesting New Year&apos;s Observation'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-6414615219131075044</id><published>2006-12-29T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:38:55.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Start Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't believe that the year is over. 2006 is coming to an end. It really did fly by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I sit back and think about the year, I think about how much I've learned about myself. It turns out, that if I put my mind to something I have a strong will and determination to accomplish things. This isn't really news but it showed me something. It showed me that I've been kidding myself all this time. I've made too many excuses and I've deliberately let time go by because I was lazy. Or because I just didn't feel like it making my life complicated. Everyone likes for their life choices to be easy. But one thing I figured out is that regardless of wanting that, the reward of accomplishment is SO MUCH MORE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This year, I did a 20 mile walk for suicide prevention in San Francisco. I trained for over a month and at times, I NEVER thought I would have made it. But "I" did make it!! And that got me thinking...what was wrong with me anyway?? Why did I give up on life?? Why did I let time go by me like that?? Why do I think I don't deserve more for myself??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess it could go back to childhood experiences or distinct events in my life as a child. But that's an easy cop-out. You can blame your past till your blue in the face. That doesn't change the fact that you are in control of your life by the time you're 18. Right?? So you had a few hardships. You lost people you love. I realized that you owe it to them to show them that you CAN succeed without them. You start with one day at a time and move on to bigger and better accomplishments. Why did I not see that?? I guess because I didn't really want to see that. I wanted to feel sorry for myself. I wanted everyone around me, who knew me, to feel sorry for me. WHY?? Because I was too lazy to get back up, dust my ass off and move on. I held on to crutches because I thought I needed them. What I needed was a kick in the ass. At the time, I didn't exactly have that. I'm happy to say I do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At any rate, I'm not about to make any profound or monumental declaration about what I resolve to do in the new year. I'm just going to do it. If you're paying attention, you'll see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope you are....because I'm moving things around baby...I'm doing because I WANT to and nothing is going to stop me now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-6414615219131075044?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/6414615219131075044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=6414615219131075044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6414615219131075044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/6414615219131075044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-to-start-again.html' title='Time to Start Again...'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-115274714211437773</id><published>2006-07-12T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:32:22.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overexposure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes when you stay out in the sun too long and you forget to put on sunscreen, overexposure to the sun's ultraviolet rays can cause your skin to get burned pretty quickly.  You may not feel it when it's actually happening, but you'll feel it later and sometimes you'll feel it for days afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a submissive brat, who has miraculously mastered the art of being fully covered with layer after layer, becomes overexposed to all those pent up hidden emotions, it's like the 4th of July all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exposing yourself is hard in itself.  Admitting why you keep it, holding on to it for dear life, is another firework all it's own.  Trying to contain the flames from burning you all over again...because they do burn and when you feel that burn, it's like it's happening all over again.  I'm sure you see where I'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it so hard to let go without thoughts of dishonoring your journey there in the first place??  What amazes me is getting to the point where you feel the level of trust to let walls fall, overexposing what you have deep inside.  It's not like you want to keep it hidden, it's that you're used to keeping it under wraps.  It's so part of you that you almost forget it's there and get physically sick when it surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I never thought about overexposing myself until I was smack in the middle of it. And when everything damn emotion came flooding back, all I could do was breathe through it.  Sure I feel that I am a lot stronger now, but not for this.  I could never live through that again.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, showing that side of me to someone I respect, adore and admire....somehow pushed me past the shame of it, and reminded me that I'm human and that for as long as I have a memory, I won't ever forget what I went through to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~FBG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-115274714211437773?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/115274714211437773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=115274714211437773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/115274714211437773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/115274714211437773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/07/overexposure.html' title='Overexposure'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-114461377886855495</id><published>2006-04-09T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:17:48.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting On The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“But the view is always nice from the fence”, I said… “I can see what both sides are like.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard being torn between two things. In this instance, choosing between remaining just a play partner or quite possibly my ultimate fate of being His training submissive which was an honor and a privilege in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I know what I want. I want it so much that I can taste it. But something holds me back. And it’s not because the fence is too high…it’s not because I’m afraid I’ll fall off the fence into the deep mixture of black and blue world I already know and love I might add. Fear and height have nothing to do with it. What I know of myself does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the view here as a fence sitter is nice for the time being…but soon, I know my inner submissive self will make me choose…my heart will guide my mind, body and soul…to a place I already call “home”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I got the most awesome response from my surrogate brat sister which went like this....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" But something holds me back. " FBG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not "something " that holds you back Maria..It is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want what we all want..To be loved. To be accepted for who we are. To be cherished and made to feel special..Simply to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side of the fence you chose.. depends on where you feel most loved and cared for little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the fence feels safe for you .. You guard the heart well sitting there..Allowing it to see it's home but not wanting it to get hurt along the journey..So You Sit For Now.. Feeling nice and safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not only "seeing both sides" but "weighing both sides" as you sit on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes now and allow the heart to be your guide..Stop "thinking so much " and " feel"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart knows it's way home..For you gave it wings many years ago..Teaching it to live and then how to love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now allow it to fly and not question why....as it leads you to heights you were born to soar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Away now...Fly away home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister of The Blue Day and Black Night Sky&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does she know me or what??? Huggggs to you brat girl...from the bottom of my heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~me....FBG otherwise known as the fence sitter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-114461377886855495?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/114461377886855495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=114461377886855495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114461377886855495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114461377886855495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/04/sitting-on-fence.html' title='Sitting On The Fence'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-114301082533332885</id><published>2006-03-22T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:19:42.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cane Marks The Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2066/1423/1600/Marks%20031806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2066/1423/320/Marks%20031806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this case, the spot was marked significantly. And more than once I might as you can see for yourself. I was thinking about my marks today. Some three days later.  Still I can't seem to concentrate.  As each day goes by, the bruised feeling fades. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, unlike yesterday, I didn’t feel them so much. Yesterday they made me wince each and every time I sat down. And silently I smiled. When I walked into the restroom I made sure and check them. I’m fascinated with them as you can tell. Which only means one thing: I can't wait until the next time. *weg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-114301082533332885?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/114301082533332885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=114301082533332885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114301082533332885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114301082533332885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/03/cane-marks-spot.html' title='A Cane Marks The Spot'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-114223243850129572</id><published>2006-03-13T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:47:18.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stubborn Brat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I don’t know where it comes from, my stubborn streak. I wish I knew. But when it’s there, watch out!! Come hell or high water, this brat will not relent at any costs. At least that’s what I thought, until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been a whole month since I had seen or played with Sir MAL. In the time away, I thought everything was fine. I wasn’t exactly lacking play time with attending the Shadow Lane party in Vegas and another play party the weekend following my return from Vegas. However, as the time passed, I kept thinking about my play experiences. I realized one very important thing. I think I want the best of both worlds. As much as I enjoy the fun, bratty spanking experiences and play, I crave the BDSM that much more. I missed my play with Sir MAL. It wasn’t until this night that I realized just how much I had grown to miss and crave His sadistically evil ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So where does the stubborn brat fit into this scenario? Well if you know me by now, then you know how my stubborn monster rears it ugly head from time to time, mostly in times when I want what I want. With the sudden realization of how much I missed and craved this night of play, I failed to factor in one major road block. I know I’m going to be sensitive. I’m not going to be able to take anything he gives me. I’m going to cry like a baby at every implement he uses on me and no matter how hard I cry, he’s not going to stop either. We’ve come to the realization that whenever I have a period, I an unusually extra sensitive. This meaning that he could scratch me with his dull nail and I would cry "ouch". I think we’ve discussed this in a previous entry. However, my stubborn side was starting the game and let me tell you, she was NOT going to come out of the game until she was good and ready!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At any rate, it was in the middle of the game that I realized no matter how stubborn I was, I was going out of the game. I wasn’t even tired. I hadn’t had enough. Well, that’s what I thought. Sir MAL, knew me better than that. Why I underestimated that, is beyond me. The truth is, I underestimated just how much I missed him. And at what lengths I was willing to go to show him. Sure I disguised it, blaming it on not wanting to disappoint him, but I was wrong. Next thing I knew, my stubborn sided monster was in full view and it wasn’t even a full moon either!! I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to cry. I wanted this play so badly I could taste it. Stubborn or not, I wasn’t going to get everything I wanted. Thankful enough, Sir MAL taught me that in my mistaken ability to want this, it is OK to be stubborn. It just means that next time, I will pay a heavier price. And in the end, I’m OK with that. I’m OK with knowing that He will yet again teach me. His eager little brat student. Sitting in front of the class. Smiling and ready to learn more. Go ahead teacher....I’m taking notes!! *weg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-114223243850129572?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/114223243850129572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=114223243850129572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114223243850129572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114223243850129572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/03/stubborn-brat.html' title='A Stubborn Brat'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-114025471804314811</id><published>2006-02-18T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T04:25:18.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sensitive Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ever have a time when you play where you’re sooo looking forward to a good sound spanking and other fun play, when suddenly, right from the get go you’re plagued with sensitivity issues??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Although you try and overcome it, it just seems like nothing feels the way it should?  Like there’s a full moon out and you’re demon-like (you know the often naughty persona) is trying to fight the forces that be.  It’s like the naughty little girl inside is having a horrible temper tantrum and trying to fight off the icky feeling of being a good girl??  Well, that is just some ways to interpret it I guess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What I did think about was how horrible I felt.  All day long, I sat at my desk and had a smile on my face, thinking the fun I was going to have with Sir MAL.  I always look forward to the fun he has in store for a brat like me.  He did manage to ask me what I felt like I might like to experience that night during play.  Being the brat that I am I said, “I want it ALL!!”  *LOL* Basically that wasn’t an option.  Well He asked right?? *weg*  I knew that no matter what I suggested, He had his own game plan and I was stepping to the plate…ready to start the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was the beginning of the game and I still needed to warm up and He knew it.  So, with my hands cuffed in place and blindfold over my eyes, He began…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Ouch, ouch, ouch, OUCH!!” was all I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Really?” He said surprised.  What was wrong with me??  I didn’t know…but everything was causing me to react this way.  He carefully placed clothespin on my nipples, and all over my breast.  I couldn’t help but cry.  Did you hear what I said?? CRY!!  Me, cry!!  The funny brat girl cries….awwwwww!! (she does you know…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He let them sit there for a bit while He continued His warm-up.  Every paddle hit the spots that made me cry.  I could not help myself.  I reacted.  I felt like I was on the right road to “letting go”, but was I??&lt;br /&gt;Back to my nipples, He quickly pulled each one off.  One by one, He tugged and I yelled and cried.  I didn’t care….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“You’re awfully sensitive tonight, little girl” He said.  I didn’t answer back.  I wasn’t sure what was going on with me.  All I knew was that I was feeling EVERYTHING!!  I was feeling every paddle, every flogger, and every cane stroke.  And even when He carefully placed each clothes pins on my bunnies lips….I felt it and cried.  I can even feel it right now as I type this which just goes to show you how much of an impression it made on me.  Just a slight tingle, but it’s ever so memorable…*weg* I know you’re wondering…was my bunny excited…Hell ya she was!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Despite its sweet tortured ordeal, she betrayed me and smiled.  I cried all the more….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I guess when I think about it today, I think about my journey.  So far, I know there is plenty of road to travel.  Sensitive or not, I know I want to go there.  I can’t help but wonder what that means for me.  I know I don’t have everything figured out in my head, but the pieces are falling into place.  I do enjoy pleasing Him so much and I do enjoy His punishing touch.  So I guess this is just part of the journey.  Not every part is going to be a trip to blissful subspace, USA.  Not every turn is going to be a well punished bottom a little humiliation and a plug in if you’re lucky.  Sometimes it’s going to be more than you bargained for.  Sometimes, it’s going to be the road less traveled.  All I know, is that I glad I’m on this road trip with someone that I respect and adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-114025471804314811?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/114025471804314811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=114025471804314811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114025471804314811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/114025471804314811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/02/sensitive-issue.html' title='A Sensitive Issue'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113963747046774719</id><published>2006-02-11T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:57:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Let Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I play I amaze myself with what I am able to endure.  Other times, I can’t take much.  Sir MAL will be the first to agree with that.  He knows being pushed past limits is very hard for me.  Not because I don’t want to be pushed past limits.  I like to call it an inner limit because it’s MY limit deep inside to which I fight the forces that be to keep my emotions in check.  It’s silly really because how is He supposed to know, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was questioned as to why I did that?  What was so hard about letting go??  I had to stop and think about that and you know what?  I didn’t have an answer.  Actually, what I had was a whole bunch of excuses, but no real validating answers.  Which got me thinking…was it a time to let go?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I evaluated what it meant for me to really let go.  This brought me back to the beginning.  It brought me to this point in my life where everyone depended on me to get them through.  That’s not the case anymore.  I’m pretty independent and no one needs me like that anymore.  Was this past an excuse?  I feel the need to let go is stronger now and I know I must venture into uncharted waters.  Had the time finally come for me to let go?? Had the time come for me to let go with Him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to NOT let go when I’m with him.  Yet I held in my tears and cried silently.  Last night He asked me to let go, but I didn’t obey.  He spanked me harder and inside I cried harder and still I held it in.  He held me in place and I cried out but inside I cried harder but He doesn’t stop punishing my already hot cheeks.  He used a wooden paddle and showed me that He was in charge and I remained in my place, sniffling, but not crying until He takes off the belt.  I thought of every bad thing I had done and guilt rushed over me like the ocean waves.  That thought pushed me closer to the edge…and as the belt fell hard, not giving me a chance to catch my breath; I held it in despite myself.  I know I can’t do that anymore….As I drove home on my sore bottom I knew that this is my time to let go….my time to let go, the words echoed in my head….and I know I will and He knows I will…because He knows me…probably better than I know me….and for that I am lucky.  I’m so very lucky for Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113963747046774719?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113963747046774719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113963747046774719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113963747046774719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113963747046774719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-to-let-go.html' title='A Time to Let Go...'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113728986761803850</id><published>2006-01-14T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T20:51:07.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Spanking Things About Me - The FBG Hollywood Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first spanking thoughts came to me when I was in elementary school. This being when the teacher was telling us a story of the three little pigs where the pigs get spanked in the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addendum to 1. I would often ask all my girl friends in elementary school what their spankings were like when they got into trouble, asking them not to leave any details out!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was never spanked as a child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first adult spanking took place in the year 1989 with my then first boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My then boyfriend would spank me every day after work before doing anything else just on general principles which always led to more intimate things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My then boyfriend loved to exert his Dom-ness by always reminding me that HE was the boss, however, I never seemed to listen to him which resulted in a spanking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first spanking book I bought was called "Sweet Dreams" which accounted the punishment spankings of five young girls under the care of a certain Englishman. I still have that book!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first spanking video I ever saw was by Shadow Lane, however, the title escapes me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best movie I saw that was based on a very popular submissive book I had read was the "Story of O". I think I kept that video for 2 weeks!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I saw 9 ½ weeks and then read the book, I was quite disappointed that Kim Basinger didn’t get spanked!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first spanking party I ever attended was locally here in Southern California and after that I never stopped going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first disciplinarian that met was the Dr. and I met Him online.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addendum to 11. The Doctor and I used to meet about once a week in the beginning, however, He realized that I needed more guidance which led to meeting twice a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tend to enjoy discipline spankings more than erotic spankings, however, I do enjoy them both just the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy being spanked OTK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first spanking implement I ever owned was given to me by the Doctor and it was a hairbrush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addendum to 16. The Doctor then proceeded to give me the following other implements: wooden paddle, leather strap, leather paddle, rubber OTK cane, riding crop, bull whip (shortened style), suede flogger, leather braided cat o’nine tails (various sizes), and a vipers tongue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Doctor used to make me keep a journal of all my offenses and then label the implement with which ever offense it was to be used for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addendum to 18. The Doctor used to make me memorize what the offense was prior to using the implement (which was hard when you had like 10 or more offenses on your list!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been to 5 Shadow Lane Parties over the last 6 years and this February will be my 6th!! YEAH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of my best girl friends also get spanked!! (imagine that!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve traveled to Maryland, Vegas, Florida and Northern California for a spanking which has earned me the nick name of the Traveling Funny Brat Girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been taken out of a restaurant and spanked in the parking lot for throwing sugar packets at my brat friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been spanked and then plugged and made to stand on display as a punishment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing that a Dom can say that will really get to me is "Young Lady!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addendum to 25. However, if that is all that is said and nothing is done after that, it pretty much didn’t do anything to me. (Action speak louder than words!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love it when a Dom scolds me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love it when a Dom embarrasses me or adds a little bit of humiliation if He feels that He doesn’t have my attention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like I need more than one spanking a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been spanked for being late.(I can't get anywhere on time to save my life!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been spanked for cussing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been made to stand in the corner while my brat friend is getting spanked for something that I made her do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been spanked at a wedding!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been spanked to tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I am role playing, I enjoy the Daddy/daughter or Teacher/student scenarios the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of my heritage, if being spanked with the belt, it usually triggers the ultimate in guilty feelings. (damn that belt!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of my closest vanilla friends (male and female) know of my fetish and/or proclivities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been made to go to dinner without my panties as punishment BEFORE the actual punishment session.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been spanked in public while bent over the hood of a car while cars passed by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been spanked in the shower or with a very wet bottom. (ouch!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been known to take a very hard spanking and have no marks the next day to prove it. (however, I AM still sore...sheeesh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of the Doms that I’ve played with spank VERY hard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate counting! (Hate it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addendum to 43. I hate having to recite or memorize anything or calculate or do ANY kind of math equations during a spanking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been on a ALL-SPANKING weekend for which it was VERY hard to sit on the way home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a collection of over 50 books which have either spanking or anything related to the S&amp;amp;M scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate being pulled by my ear to get a spanking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE to have marks that I had a good spanking the night before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;addendum to 48. Marks are like reminders that someone has cared enough to set you on the straight and arrow. (Even if it doesn’t last!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being spanked for spanking sake always makes me happy. (Especially if its not MY idea!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113728986761803850?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113728986761803850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113728986761803850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113728986761803850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113728986761803850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/01/50-spanking-things-about-me-fbg.html' title='50 Spanking Things About Me - The FBG Hollywood Story'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113688045905855156</id><published>2006-01-10T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:07:39.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You May Spank the Bride!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's wonderful when, in this rollercoaster ride we call "life", the forces of nature do their magic to unite two people together.  Not only do they manage to find what I like to call their other half in the whole grand scheme of everyday life, but they bring together a  Dom or a brat which makes it all the more special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This weekend such a union took place as one of my good brat friends, aka the desert princess brat of the North of where I live, married her Dom, aka daddy of the desert princess Sir Floyd.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ceremony was more than I thought it was going to be, with lots of smiles, laughter, beautifully lit candles, and roses everywhere you looked.  Most of all, it was decorated the sounds of spankings as those special faces of friends, brats or Doms alike, who have somehow touched their lives with love binding them like family would their kin.  It was an honor to be there to witness their union not only in their everyday vanilla life, but in thise scene life that we all love so much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was held in a local BDSM dungeon here in Southern California that they call the Palatial Mansion.  The union ceremony started with a lovely story of how it all began.  How the desert princess met a brat friend named Rubysue and how their lives were enriched with their meeting of Devlin and Nancy who then became their Papa and Mommie.  As any good Papa and mommie, they made sure to care and love these two brats, making sure to keep them in line with many a spanking as you can imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story explained how the two sister brats were separated which caused the desert princess brat to go out and seek a Dom to share the rest of her life with.  I think around that time, that was when she and I met (aka the funny brat girl).  And boy did we get into trouble!! YIKES!! (I know what you're all saying....Shushhhh!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of it all, our friendship formed a bond that from this day on, I know will never be broken.  In case you didn't know, that's what usually happens to brats when they become friends.  From time to time, she and I would attend various spanking parties, playing with our brat friends, picking on the Doms that came across our paths as any brat would.  But one day she met Sir Floyd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, it didn't seem like anything would come of it, but she assured me that there was something really special about this Floyd.  I told her that he may be a hobbit in disguise but she wouldn't listen to me.  (Of course, what does FBG know about hobbits anyway??)  And that was that!  He had captured her under His spell!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it turns out, He was a strict Dom and even though I still think to this very day that the desert princess gets away with EVERYTHING, I know she doesn't.  Having experienced the wrath of his paddle from time to time (go figure that one!! the meanie!!) I was convinced that this was a perfect match.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All in all, the ceremony blessed their union not only in Domestic Discipline but also in every day life.  The beautiful part that touched me the most was the acknowledgement of those that were part of their journey.  Sometimes you don't know what you mean to someone until they say, "Hey, you mean a lot to us!"  How great is that??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the rings were exchanged and the vows were all said and done, to our surprise the reverend deemed, "...And you may SPANK the bride!"  With everyone cheering them on, Sir Floyd took his desert princess brat Dawna over his knee and spanked her right there and then!!  What better way to start the rest of your lives together!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you both for your wonderful gift of friendship, love and unconditional support.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join me in congratulating the happy Dom and hopefully from now on well spanked brat girl princess Dawna!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs to you both!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Funny Brat Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113688045905855156?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113688045905855156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113688045905855156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113688045905855156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113688045905855156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-may-spank-bride.html' title='You May Spank the Bride!!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113635701065445437</id><published>2006-01-04T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:43:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in 2006 at the Lair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you all are having a great start to your 2006 year!  I had the pleasure of ringing in the new year with my good friends Dawna and Floyd at the Lair.  We were guests of Sir MAL and Mistress Ellsee.  What a great way to start the new year!!  Not only did we see many taking their spankings into the new year but the bubbly was flowing as many toasted each other along with hugs and kisses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being the brat girl that I am, I have to tell you that before arriving at the Lair (90 minutes late...yikes!!)  I knew I was going to be in trouble for that.  What I didn't know is that Dawna was going to rat me out to Sir MAL!!  What a Pal....NOT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there I go getting my behavior punishment for being late.....(90 swats with the paddle, counting them out as Floyd and Sir MAL administer....talk about hard to do especially when they are trying to make me mess up so they can start over....I don't THINK so!! LOL)  Somehow I managed to count them all correctly so that the paddling didn't continue on into the night! SHEESH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the play continued, Sir MAL made sure to make the impression he ALWAYS does so well.  For some reason I noticed that it was easier to concentrate with the effective breathing techniques while the floggings took place which was kinda a shock to me.  Normally I notice that any flogging gets tears out of me instantly...especially on my back.  Sir MAL know this all too well.  So I made sure to concentrate on the breathing this time.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I love the most about playing with Sir MAL is the lasting impressions.  I think I may have mentioned this before, but its worth a repeat.  Today I sit here with cup marks on both my breasts and on my right leg.  Also, knife marks are my absolute favorite.  I love them on my breasts as well and Sir MAL does these markings that resemble sun rays and now I have moons to match.  Talk about your astrological display!! LOL!  You can say Sir MAL put me in the stars!!  And what better time then on New Years Eve!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All in all, the party went on to the early hours of the morning.  It was a great way to start the new year and I was glad to be with those that I care for very much!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to a fabulous 2006!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113635701065445437?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113635701065445437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113635701065445437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113635701065445437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113635701065445437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2006/01/ringing-in-2006-at-lair.html' title='Ringing in 2006 at the Lair!'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113592003342611276</id><published>2005-12-30T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:20:33.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things are looking up for 2006. I know this because it has already begun and it’s not even January 1st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to contain my excitement as I drove to meet my Maker (or so He calls Himself….the judge, the jury and the executioner all rolled into one…not to mention sometimes God! LOL!) Did I dare defy His exact instructions of "BE ON TIME!" Well, as I had hoped, the fates were on my side….I arrived on time and exactly as He specifically instructed. So far so good….this was a GREAT way to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was 5 minutes early and I sat and waited…squirming in my short skirt, no panties….No sign of Him as of yet. The butterflies were a flutter inside my stomach as I waited and I felt as though I was about to burst!! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly His car rolls up beside me as He finds a parking. I didn’t really know what to expect at this point….so I waited until He approached my car. "Hello Little Girl" he spoke…..I couldn’t help but look away in embarrassment…knowing my situation….pantiless and wanton. Unexpectedly, He reaches in parting my legs to see exactly if I’m as naughty as He knows I am…"You’re like a little heater down there aren’t you naughty girl." YIKES!! I can only blush and look away….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fun has now begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With His finger He motions for me to get out of the car. Quickly, I do as I’m told. Once outside He gives me the biggest hug I’ve had, making sure to run His hands down to my ass as we begin our walk to His car. But before we head on our journey, He stops me by the hood of His car and asks me to bend forward. YIKES!! In my mind I’m thinking OUTSIDE!! For everyone to see?!?!? Slowly He lifts my skirt and gives me a few hard swats on my bare ass, which make me blush even harder!! I can tell He’s enjoying my shame and secretly I am too!! "In the car" He instructs me and I obey. As I am sitting there, next to He smiles with wickedness and I smile back. If only I could read His mind, but I don’t dare try. Before we go, He reaches over and parts my legs to see just what the weather is like down there. "We have moisture" he exclaims. Again, more blushing as I turn to face the window. "Oh no little girl....look over here".. As I do, He quietly places the blindfold over my eyes and says, "I hope you’re ready". I hope I am too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever noticed that it feels like you’re going in circles when you can’t see where you’re going? That’s how I felt. Have you ever thought how scary it is? However, I wasn’t scared. I was calm as I listened to the soft Jazz music play on the radio. I quietly listened to Him breathing and awaited my fate. At times when my nerves got the best of me, I engaged in conversation. He laughed at me when I did this. Funny, I think I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once we arrived at our destination I was instructed to sit and wait as He set things up. I was one with darkness now and I felt home there. Once He was ready, He led me by the hand to what felt like a couch. I know this only because He said, you are standing in front of a couch. LOL! "Bend forward" He instructed....for this was only the beginning. Vulnerable, I bend forward as I feel Him raise my skirt exposing my bare bottom yet again. This time He spanks me but also paying special attention to a secret treasure. In my mind, I never know how to anticipate that, but once I’m there and its all that I want to feel or just mainly want, I know no other way that THAT way. I surrender to it and even if I want to deny it, I can’t. My body won’t let me and He knows it. It’s interesting to know someone who knows you by your body’s reactions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In between each move a spank followed. A sweet punishment for being so naughty I thought. How is it that I think like that? I don’t think I’ll ever know nor do I want to. I know that I can only feel what I feel and when it feels that good, why stop? I guess what I really mean is DON’T STOP. I think He got that message. *weg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stand up" He commanded which startled me a little. What was next? I heard Him sit and relax on the couch as I stood what I thought was before Him. He reached up and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfastened my skirt and it fell to the floor. Next He grabbed my hand and pulled OTK. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, it was a comfortable position to be in. Then spanking began...&lt;br /&gt;"You’re lucky you were on time otherwise you’d be getting a severe punishment", He stated in between each spank, getting harder each time. I couldn’t help but to yell out at each one. That effort made Him laugh. He knows me too well. However, in the back of my mind I questioned, how is it that I am so sensitive tonight? Was it the nerves and anticipation working its way into my mind and finding a place to hibernate in my tender bottom?? "OUCH!" I kept repeating. "Oh you don’t like that one? Let me get another one". He said. None of which are any better than the other. I even was so bold as to try one of the many brat techniques to no avail. What was amazing was that He had read that little write up so I wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all Him. Curious enough He had fun telling me, "this is for your surrogate." What a lucky brat I am to have such a brat friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once the OTK spanking was over (translation...."ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!") He decided to try out the standing spanking. Still in the dark, I feel everything. And I mean EVERYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything is better in color" He says and I listen and then feel the leather strap on my back. This always manages to bring the tears flowing. He knows it and even though I can’t see His face, I know He enjoys to hear me this way. At times I struggle to let it show, but it’s for northing. He sees me no matter what I say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over all, I guess when all is said and done, I am happy to move on into a new year. This was just the sweet beginning of a whole new chapter as I see it. I would have started it no better way and I’m glad that it was with Him. At the end, I knelt at His feet and looked up into his kind eyes and smiled because I’m lucky to know Him. I’m lucky that He knows me too. If I don’t say it enough, please know that I am thankful and happy for you. Thank you for taking me on this journey....I can’t tell you enough how much I enjoy the ride!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113592003342611276?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113592003342611276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113592003342611276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113592003342611276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113592003342611276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-years-beginning.html' title='Happy New Years Beginning'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113575099905006582</id><published>2005-12-28T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:33:44.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time for FBG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On to December and to what seems like a great holiday start. Talk about stress!! YIKES!! Not to mention leaving the state of California to visit family in Texas!! I know what you're all thinking.... Did I meet the one and only "Mr. Talltexsn"?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could tell you that I did. However, that never happened. WHEW!!! LOL! I kept thinking about the spanking he has in store for me!! YIKES!! Oh well....guess I'm safe for now!! *weg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before taking off to Texas...Sir MAL wanted to have a little meeting to make sure I had a comfy plane ride...NOT!! LOL! The session was long and ended with a wonderful session with wax. Sometimes I'm not sure what to expect with wax, but I do know that once it's on, I enjoy the unpredicable sensation. It starts out hot almost to the point where you can't bare it! Then slowly it subsides into a nice feeling...quite unusual. How did I know that after that play session I was going to be spankless in California for the rest of the month!! YIKES!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you're say dear readers.....I'm way overdue!! We'll get to that in a moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While away from California I have to mention my disappointment in missing the annual Christmas Slave Auction and Food Drive hosted by Mistress Cyan. I had so much fun at the Thanksgiving Auction! So needless to say, I was quite sad as I thought of all the fun I was missing! At any rate, I heard it was a great success raising many needed things for needy families during this Christmas season. My hat's off to Mistress Cyan for all her hard work and contributions at helping those less fortunate during this holiday season.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, now back to me being &lt;strong&gt;WAY&lt;/strong&gt; overdue for a spanking. I mean what can I say?? I'm not exactly sitting like a lucky brat right now, but I AM sitting quite comfortably. No, I'm not bragging or anything like that. I'm just pointing out the facts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas time to me is about being with family and doing family things. My family "thing" was making tamales. It's sort of a Christmas tradition for me. Since my grandmother taught me how to make them, I keep her tradition going. Even if it means making them by myself. As I see it, it's a chance for me to be close to her. And I know she's with me because for the life of me, I never measure a DANG thing and everything comes out just right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So with tamales coming out of my ears, Christmas shopping, wrapping presents, more shopping etc...time got away from me. Or should I say spankings got away from me!! It's not like I was &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; either!! *weg* You all know I'm never good for very long. Only long enough for those who are watching....and then when they turn their backs.....well you know what I mean. *weg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we're done with all the eating and all the Christmas presents are open. Time to look forward to a New Year. Don't ak me what my resolutions are yet....I'm still contemplating. All I know is who knows what the New Year will bring for a brat like me. What I &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; know is that I'm ready ring in 2006! Are you??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113575099905006582?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113575099905006582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113575099905006582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113575099905006582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113575099905006582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-time-for-fbg.html' title='Christmas Time for FBG'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113574981268589834</id><published>2005-12-27T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:10:39.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Holidaze in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So FINALLY the major holidays are over and its on to a brand New Year!! Since I've been gone and I've been told that my readers are quite dissatisfied with my lack of updates....I'm about to update you all from Thanksgiving to the present day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So go ahead and grab your popcorn and favorite drink and sit back and relax for some Funny Brat Girl reading...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Thanksgiving week started out with spanking play with Sir MAL. With the holiday falling on a Thursday as usual, He and I met on Tuesday. I think He was trying to make me sore so I wouldn't want to sit at the table and eat. Turns out that if that's what he planned, it actually worked!! LOL!! That's not to say that I didn't stand and eat. I do have to note that our play has stepped up as time has gone on. At times I think I make things worse on myself because of every day stress and the inability to leave it at the door when I walk in to play with Sir MAL. I don't know why that is, but I have to admit it does happen. Thing I wasn't counting on was that He would notice. YIKES!!! At any rate, I owe Him an apology if I was tough to deal with. I'm sure He did more than take care of my little "attitude" problem before I left that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since Thanksgiving was a 4 day holiday, I made my way up north to San Francisco with my niece for the weekend. First of all, I have to note that the ride to San Franciso is approximately a 6 hour drive. On a sore bottom, it makes for a hard time I can tell you. However, with a great travel partner like my niece who didn't sleep the whole way, made it easy to focus on singing and talking our way up there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turns out we made record time up there!! Leaving LA around 6am on Saturday, we arrived in San Jose at almost 11am. Please note that I don't need a spanking for speeding!! I wasn hardly speeding!! Ok so maybe I was speeding a little!! But that's what happens when you're excited about being on vacation for a few days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in San Jose, my niece and I met up with Big Daddy and 007 Brat for a little catching up before we made our way to our hotel to check in. It was great to see Big Daddy and 007 Brat and Charmedright Brat too!! This was the first time they all met my niece so I was very excited about that. After a nice lunch, my niece and I made our way to the hotel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later that night, my niece and I were in for a special treat. Dinner with DP!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a little picture preview of our weekend in San Francisco:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weimax.com/raylene"&gt;http://weimax.com/raylene's_sf_weekend.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far our holiday season started off to a wonderful start!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113574981268589834?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113574981268589834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113574981268589834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113574981268589834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113574981268589834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanksgiving-holidaze-in-review.html' title='Thanksgiving Holidaze in Review'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113436089530902110</id><published>2005-12-11T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:14:55.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FBG Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I haven't exactly been missing in action as opposed to being more busy than anything.  At any rate, I will have you all updated on what's been going on in the last three weeks very soon!!  Stay tuned!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~FBG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113436089530902110?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113436089530902110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113436089530902110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113436089530902110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113436089530902110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2005/12/fbg-missing-in-action.html' title='FBG Missing In Action'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113228484300122250</id><published>2005-11-17T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:34:03.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Before Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday night, I had the honor of going and meeting Sir MAL for some play time.  I always love to play during the week as it gives me a chance to spend some time with Sir MAL and to get a nice spanking session in before the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;One thing that Sir MAL made sure to tell me was that I needed to "BE ON TIME"!!  YIKES!!  Everyone who knows me, knows that I have a hard time with time management.  Not because I specifically want to be late, but because I encounter unforseen obstacles that cause me to be late. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!! LOL!)  At any rate, you'll be happy to know that I wasn't late this time.  However, if you know any Dom, you'll know that their clock is usually fast.  In this particular case, Sir MAL stated that I was 5 minutes late!! WHAT!?!?!?!?  That is just not possible.  But do you think my arguing got me out of the usual behavioral correction??? NOOOOOOOOO!!!  At least He felt that I was only 5 minutes late which meant the correction wasn't huge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;There is something to be said about sessions that are in a more relaxed setting.  The ones that start out slow and slowly build.  This was one of those nights.  The warm up was great.  First the paddle, then the hairbrush paddle.  Throw in a few leather implements and the warm up is definitely on its way.  Next give a change up and use the flogger.  That always changes the mood a little.  But I was concentrating on my breathing this night.  Something that I have to admit I haven't done much of.  I try and hold my breath instead of breathing through the pain.  So I tried it.  And it was quite different than what I thought it was going to be.  I'm not saying that I couldn't do it before or anything like that.  I just needed to understand in my own head and time.  I know what you're thinking, very typical for a brat.  *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway when Sir MAL started to use that stingy rubber flogger, I felt I had my breathing going at a steady pace.  And I could see what was happening to me.  The oxygen was filling me up.  I could handle it easier.  It was GREAT!  Now I am by any means no expert as of yet, but I can at least understand why its so important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We next moved on to knife play.  I haven't had knife play in a while and it was nice to be reminded of how sharp it is!! LOL!! I know what you're thinking....DUH!!!  But I love marks.  I love to wake up in the morning and see the marks.  Or feel the bruises.  I love that so much.  The reminder stays with me and at any given time I can look at them or feel them.  And its like a portal back to the time and place all over again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So today I sit here, with my marks and I smile and think....I can't wait for the next time I play.....*weg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Until then.....I'll keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113228484300122250?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113228484300122250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113228484300122250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113228484300122250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113228484300122250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-before-last.html' title='Night Before Last'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113192020865523116</id><published>2005-11-13T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:16:48.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragons Gate - Charity Slave Auction &amp; Food Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Last night I had the honor of being invited to Mistress Cyan's annual Charity Slave Auction &amp; Food Drive at the Dragon's Gate Studios in Orange County, CA.  All I can say is "What an awesome event!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This being my first time ever at the Dragon's Gate and to participate in a slave auction made the night that much more special.  Although I have to admit, the thought of being on the auction block was a little nerve wrecking for a little brat girl like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Upon my arrival, I handed in my contribution of canned goods which is then calculated into dollars or as Sir MAL calls it, "script".  This is then used to bid on the slaves.  My food contribution earned me $250 which I thought was great.  Some of the other attendees brought not only canned foods, other much needed items, like blankets and clothes and diapers.  Anything that would beneift a needy family.  My congradulations to Mistress Cyan for organizing such a wonderful event!!  Just goes to show you how big Her heart is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Once I had my script, I then had to fill out the form of all my likes and dislikes which would then be on display while all the Dom bidders looked it over.  This would help them decide who they were more likely to bid on.  I think I counted about 15 subs (both male and female) on the block for this worthy cause.  I immediately gave my script to Sir MAL so that he could use it if he decided to bid on me.  He said he would keep in mind...*snicker*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;They next linked all the slaves together in line formation for the bidding to begin.  Sub Carol was the wonderful and most hilarious MC for the night who made sure to annouce each slave and read their likes and dislikes and then the bidding was on!!  Lucky for me, I was towards the end of the long line so I was able to mentally prepare myself for the humiliation of being on display for all to see.  YIKES!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I must make little mention of Gummi Boy who, upon my arrival, snatched my orange list to read aloud my likes and dislikes before the auction began.  I teased him about being obnoxious which I think got his attention...LOL!  Who would have knew what would happen next!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So I'm up on the block and in the back of my mind I'm thinking...what if no one bids on me!!  More added humilation!!  What if Sir MAL doesn't even bid on ME!!  I tried to keep my red face hidden, but there was no where to hide!  I was up there on stage and Sub Carol was sizing me up.  Then I hear Si MAL with his opening bid of $150.  The next few minutes went by so fast, I thought I was on a cloud.  Next I hear $300 from Gummi Boy.  YIKES!!  Then Sir MAL, with $500.  (a sigh of relief) Gummi Boy bids $700.  Another gentleman Dom bids $900.  Sir MAL, $1200 YIKES! I was beginning to think Sir MAL wasn't going to win.  And after all was said and done, I fetched $5125 and sold to Gummi Boy.  Sir MAL was a little disappointed, however I thought about idea of playing with someone new as a positive thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;With all these ideas of what this play wold be like, I could feel nervousness growing inside of me. Gummie Boy says, "Welcome do the Dark Side."  YIKES!!  After a few minutes of helping him get situated, Gummie Boy asks me to follow Him.  We walk over to where Sir MAL is getting stationed to play when Gummie Boy does the unthinkable.  He tells Sir MAL that he has a gift for him.  I am to be Sir MAL's present from Gummie Boy for the night.  YAY!  The smile on Sir MAL's face was priceless.  *I made sure to make a mental note: Sir MAL LOVES gifts!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The rest of the night was packed with play and subs screams of delight.  Even Mistress Ellsee had a great time from what I could see.  The event turned out over 80 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sir MAL and I had our time of play which is always fun and fabulous.  Since you all know that he broke that lexan paddle on my bottom in our last play, Mistress Cyan give him a metal paddle with holes to see if I could break that!! YIKES!! Thank you Mistress Cyan was all I coild tell her!!  Naturally you'll all be happy to know I didn't break that.  *weg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am however a very sore brat this morning/afternoon.  Just the kind of reminder I love to have that I hope lasts until my next play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks to Sir MAL for inviting me to this wonderful event!! I look forward to the next charity event!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;~FBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15380176-113192020865523116?l=funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/feeds/113192020865523116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15380176&amp;postID=113192020865523116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113192020865523116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15380176/posts/default/113192020865523116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnybratgirlspanked.blogspot.com/2005/11/dragons-gate-charity-slave-auction.html' title='Dragons Gate - Charity Slave Auction &amp; Food Drive'/><author><name>Funny Brat Girl's Spanking Adventures</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629583222106327202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/1877/320/170988/0121071910-795827.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15380176.post-113127476068972290</id><published>2005-11-06T05:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T06:02:52.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Price Paid in Full - The Explanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes a brat gets caught. It doesn't happen often, at least not for me. But when it does, the price to pay can be more than you bargained for. So a brat can only admit defeat and take her punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;All day Friday I dreaded my punishment. So it turns out that I have been having fun as of late, bratting a certain Texas Dom. I always knew that I could somewhat get away with it because he was so far away to actually do anything about. However
