AmberDawn's BlogDiary of a spicy ginger who loves spankings and being naughty

  Growing up as a redhead I would constantly be stopped by older men and women telling me how beautiful my red hair was and where did I get it from. Neither my mother or my father, or brother had red hair, so people would joke that I was the milkman’s or mailman’s daughter. I was very shy. I learned to overcome that shyness since my father would bribe me with ice cream if I talked with 2-3 people on my own at our Jehovah’s Witness meetings.

  With my peers however it was different. Since natural redheads are only 2-3 percent of the world’s population they treated me as an outcast. Older men would stop me as a teenager and tell me how I was going to be a knockout when I was 18, all grown up. That just made me feel like what am I now? A mutant waiting to be transformed? I had a girlfiend who I thought was my best friend from age 13-16 say things to me like you might be pretty if you had a tan, or a different nose and taught me to hate my skin and my freckles. After swimming with her one day we jumped into the shower together and she pointed to my crotch and laughed and said “Oh my god! You have red hair down there and not very much!” (Now I know as a woman it’s pretty great not having alot of hair down there) Then she told everyone at our junior high school to call me fire crotch which they did. She would pants me at school to try and show the other kids so they’d laugh at me. They would all stand around me rubbing there hands together putting them near my crotch as if they were warming their hands near a fire. 

I hated school, especially summertime. This meant people would expect me to wear shorts. At the time noone wore capris or floodpants and the options were jeans/pants or short shorts. Whenever I wore shorts someone would always stop me in the hall and make a scene and say Owwww you’re hurting my eyes with those white legs! Get a tan would ya? I need to put my sunglasses on. I believed by bearing my skin I was somehow causing a discomfort to others. So I’d always try to cover myself up somewhat. But I grew up in Chico, CA where it would be 109 in the summer, so I didn’t have many options. Our summers would revolve around being at the river and going swimming which I always dreaded. I tried so hard to tan. But I would just burn and get freckles. Then i’d get made fun of for having freckles and friend would talk me into trying to cover them up with makeup. Then when I went swimming  I’d be so afraid to go underwater because the makeup would come off my face and people would see my freckles and laugh again. My supposed best friend would splash me purposely because she knew of my insecurity.  Once in class as a sophomore in highschool, an unpopular overweight boy says to me God, I never realized how white you are and how many freckles you have. I walked out the class to the bathroom and I cried. I even tried self tanner which just streaked my legs and people joked and called me nicotan because it looked like the color of nicotine. I never had any boyfriends all through junior high and high school. I used to cry myself to sleep at night because I thought I was so ugly.

One summer my girlfriend and I were with her step dad for a weekend on a boat. She told me I’d get a better tan if I put no suntan lotion or anything on. When I came home my mom saw me and my face had swollen up. I had to go to the hospital. I had 2nd degree burns and sun poisoning. Then blisters developed and skin peeling which left my skin discolored. I was so afraid my skin would never go back to normal again. Once it did I was so happy that I always wore sunscreen. I decided to stay out of the sun and protect and take care of the skin I had.

I also would be made fun of because of my butt and thighs. Peers thought it was a little big so I would always cover it with men’s boxers over my bikini bottoms. And of course my breasts were never big by any standards. Everyone at that time wanted the blonde tan beautiful beach bunny or exotic beauty. I had two boyfriends in my 20′s which lasted a long time. The first tried to get me to go to a tanning salon and use self tanner, but I thought what about my face?  And when you use selftanner the tan is gone  when you shave your legs. I love smooth skin so I never could get it right, the tan would be gone and wouldn’t match my face. The second boyfriend would ask me to keep my makeup on when in bed with him and have me put it on first thing in the morning. He also told me how disappointed he was with my breast size because I wore padded bras and he thought they were going to be bigger.

Finally I meant a man who loves me for me. He showed me art I’d never seen before of redhead pre-Raphaelite beauties with alabaster skin and pale eyelids. A man, who worships my bottom and brings out my inner beauty. I feel that with this website I can express myself freely. I feel comfortable for the first time in my life with my body and like who I am even though I know I’m far from perfect. I focus on inner health and take care of my skin and excercise and eat right. I think every women as long as they are healthy physically and mentally is beautiful in their own way. There are so many wonderful mixes of female beauty in all shapes, sizes and colors.

I love teasing the camera and dressing up in silk stockings and dancing and being in touch with my sensuality. I love the way my skin feels with soft fabrics and then the sting of a belt coming down across my cheeks. This website has enabled me to come out of my shell and share a sexy side of myself that needed to come out.

Nothing makes me feel more loved than the sting of my lover’s belt, hand, etc. on my bottom. It makes me feel truly alive… And I deserve it for having such a naughty spanking site….

Below are some fo my favorite redhead art. This first picture is my self portrait ode to Marilyn!