Witnessing A Spanking Scene

Last week I wrote about what it was like to witness a spanking when I was a kid. It was a scary experience, not nearly as fascinating or stimulating as those brief glimpses I’d caught on TV or scenes I’d imagined in my mind. And while still today, on those very rare occasions that I’ll see a parent give a quick smack to a child’s bottom, I still turn away in discomfort.

But it’s a completely different experience when I witness a consensual spanking such as during a scene playing out live before me. I’ve done quite a few double spanking scenes at Punished Brats as well as with Chelsea, Clare, and Shadow Lane. Depending on the scenario, I’ll have to act shocked or amazed, fearful that I’m next, or gleeful to see someone very deserving getting spanked.

Not long ago someone emailed me and asked what I really think during these double scenes. Do I really have to stifle a giggle as I see another girl in that oh so familiar position or do I sympathize knowing what she’s going through? Honestly, it really depends.

Although normally when scenes are being shot, I busy myself with other things and don’t watch so as not to make anyone more nervous than they might already be, in the case of a double spanking, I’m supposed to look on. Often I find myself almost mesmerized by the spanking and seeing the once pale cheeks deepen in color. I try not to get lost in just watching slack jawed thinking “ooh, pretty” though. That’s generally not the reaction a scene calls for.

If it’s a particularly hard spanking, I’ll involuntarily wince and grimace at the impact and reaction. I know I take firm spankings as well, but since my bum is normally pointed in the opposite direction of my view, I am blissfully unaware of the swing and impending doom. Seeing the wind up, hearing the “whoosh”, and then seeing a hard spank land on upturned cheeks can be shocking. I can’t help but cringe as my own bottom tingles with sympathy.

Yipes!! I’m next?

If I’m due to get the same treatment next, I will feel a little drop occur in my tummy when my turn is announced. Having just seen what it looks like makes me even more nervous over what I’m about to receive.

I enjoy seeing the reactions of the girls in addition to the spanking themselves. I’ll note a great kick or block and appreciate a good full body struggle. Not only does it look good, but I understand how difficult it can sometimes be to simultaneously kick, reach back, writhe, and not end up slipping off the spanker’s lap and taking a header on the floor!

I admit sometimes I do get distracted. Not bored mind you, but momentarily distracted. I can recall one time during a scene I noticed a little mark on Jessica’s foot. I kept looking trying to decide if it was a large freckle right on the sole or a sequin that she’d stepped on. For the record, it was a freckle. Cute!

sequin or freckle?

As for giggling at a girl’s predicament, that happens on occasion too when there’s been a bit of playful banter going back and forth both on and off set such as between Chloe or Holly and me. Taunts of “you’re really going to get it” and attempts to earn the other girl extra swats during or even outside of the scene adds to the overall fun of the day and enjoyment of seeing a brat get just what she deserves.

tee hee hee

The Clare Witch Project – part 2

The Clare Witch chased me through the woods carrying a big stick. She did not speak softly though. She shouted at me to go to the lost woodshed deep in the forest.

Upon arriving at the woodshed, the Clare Witch decided it was time to enact the Clare Switch Project!


Actually, while this was all done in fun, I really did give Clare a good reason to want to switch me shortly after these photos were taken. We were headed back home after an already not-so-short hike to the lost woodshed, when I got us turned around. Clare and I were chatting away at high speed and I wasn’t paying as much attention to which path to take to guide us back to civilization. There are no marked trails, just deer paths, and so each one starts to look the same after a while.

Our fun hike was soon taking on the eerie air of a slasher film. It was late afternoon, and while the sun was still out, it was low on the horizon and threatening to set as we desperately tried to figure out where we were. We both had our cell phones, but reception was poor and both our batteries were down to just one bar. Every time we’d take what looked like a familiar trail that would point back to home, we instead kept ending up at this one creepy house plopped in the middle of nowhere. We chose not to go up and knock on the door right away (hey, what if Michael Meyers lived there? — eta: oops! I meant Michael Myers, the psychokiller, not Mike Meyers the SNL guy!), but tried to keep the location in mind just as a last resort.

Thankfully the pictures we had taken as we hiked served as our proverbial trail of breadcrumbs. Judging from which way the sun was shining in the pictures we got a general idea of which way to head and then looked for landmarks that would match the ones in the photos. Once we were able to locate the rock Clare used as a makeshift surfboard, we knew we were on the right path.

And after our nice long hike, Clare enjoyed a refreshing drink from the artesian well. Thankfully the Clare Witch stayed deep in the woods and we got home safe and sound.

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The start of Pixie’s spanking blog

I’ve been having a great time writing Pixie’s Previews over the last few weeks on Punished Brats discussing what’s coming up next on the site and giving some behind the scenes insight. But I thought it might be cool to also have a real blog so I can share more about what’s going on in my life … and of course a fun place to share pictures.

In fact, here’s a bare bottom pic to get started. My butt isn’t spanked and glowing red like it usually is when you see it in pictures, but I am sporting some nice tan lines. I miss them!! Winter needs to leave in a hurry so I can play in the sun all day again.

This picture was taken last October in OBX. I had a great time there – kayaking, swimming, running on the beach, searching for seashells, tanning, and of course getting spanked in the dunes. Best vacation ever!

Well, now that I’ve played with the blogspot templates and formatting for a few hours now (still not totally happy with it though), I really need to log off and get some sleep. 5:30am comes early!