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Friday, 19 August 2011
We're back. It's been a strange time, a visit to parents, home to work a couple of day, then a week there, some more work, then a little bit of holiday there. The real downside has been that there has been no time for spankings. And some were needed. Since my last blogpost, Hamilton has won once and had three fourth places.
It was not until last weekend we had time to deal with this imbalance. Red haired friend insisted on taking them in the right order. That meant I got one on Saturday.
She had missed it. I could tell. She really relished it, enjoying every second of it. No restraints but she wasn't harsh, rather took her time. It was great, I had really missed it. She decided on the hairbrush but kept on for some time. I was quite sore afterwards, but happy.
Then another on Sunday. This time she took the bath brush and the hairbrush and did a pretty good job. Not that she was brutal, this time either, but on a tender bottom...you know what I mean.
Then it was my turn. And some of you would think that two spankings would make me be rather harsh with her. It had the opposite effect. She was annoyed with me for being so meek.
My third spanking was due on Monday, and she took it on her to inspect my bottom when I got home from work. It was a very matter of factly affair. She sat down and had me take my knickers down and lift my skirt so she could inspect me. She decided to postpone it to Tuesday, when the same procedure repeated itself.
Anyway, I got the last racing spanking on Tuesday, and this time she was a little stricter, which was a little hard, since my skin was still affected. Anyway, we got through this too.
This is short and sketchy, but I just wanted to update you and let you know I am back. Take care.
Monday, 20 June 2011
Hello, dear friends. It is summer and despite the lack of sunshine it is a good time. A time for short skirts and no tights, and some warmth in your body and wanting to be touched and the general sweetness of being around and being with someone.
I know there are at least some of you patient enough to still check this blog. I just wanted to tell you that now comes the time when we are not so much at home and I will not be able to blog very much. Not that I blog very much anyway, but it may be some time before there will be a new post here, but I will be back. And hopefully, there is something to tell about how mean a certain redhaired woman has been to my bottom or so. Take care and don't forget to be kind to yourselves and each other.
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Naughty Hamilton, naughty, naughty Hamilton. Not only did he not get on the podium, he got himself knocked out of the race, altogether, almost taking Jenson Button with him.
This called for extra punishment of Miranda. I couldn't really argue against it. I actually let Felicia have her way completely.
She was in a good mood. She told me to get the bath brush and the riding crop(!) and then wait in the living room. This was enough to make my heart sink. But that was not enough for her. When she said wait in the living room, she meant, go into the living room, take off all your clothes, and then sit and wait with the dreaded tools.
So, kind and obedient Miranda got the terrible thingies and went into the living room, took all of her clothes off and sat in the sofa waiting. Felicia was in no hurry. She had me sitting there for quite some time.
Truth to be told, it's not just dreadful, it is also, kind of, exciting.
Anyway, when it was time she came in and took the bath brush. She had me lie in the sofa, on a pile of cushions and then she smacked me. When a red haired and very mean woman stands beside you, armed with a bath brush, and you lie there in the sofa, with your bottom on display, and very, very naked, you feel a kind of exposure, that you are at her mercy.
Standing by my side like that, meant she got a good swing. It hurt, I can tell you. She told me she enjoyed the sound and actually aimed at different parts of my increasingly hot bottom only to listen to the sound.
So, still naked, and thoroughly spanked, she told me, there was time for punishing me for the extreme naughtiness of Lewis Hamilton.
I had to climb the chair and stick my sore bottom out and Felicia took aim with the riding crop.
She likes the riding crop, it has a very special sound when it swoops through the air. She likes the sound of it hitting my tender skin, too.
My bottom was really red and very affected afterwards, a little darker in places. It was almost so much that she felt a little bad about it. I still felt it the day after, I can assure you, and the day after that.
The good thing with being spanked by the love of your life, is that it is very easy to take care of any kind of other hotness that may occur.
Friday, 27 May 2011
Since my last post there have been two races, both won by S. Vettel. If you worried about it, I can assure you that Felicia took care of giving me the required spankings. She is very efficient, I have to say.
In the comments, to the last post, someone suggested a game of taking off clothes according to Hamilton's position in the race. However a good idea, this seemed a little complicated. Felicia found some inspiration in this, though, and said that depending on Hamilton's final position in the race (the position that decides if and how I am going to be spanked) she would demand my taking off my clothes. Bottom line is that if Hamilton is on the podium it means a normal spanking, hairbrush, knickers down, five minutes, no more. If he isn't on the podium, it means no time limit, tool of Felicia's choice and a naked Miranda.
She was a bit miffed that Hamilton was second, last race, but promised me that she will make up for it whenever he will not end in the top three.
I can tell you, though, that I turned the tables, the other day. You know the sign of Yin and Yang, how there is a small black dot in the white and vice versa. I thought that although it is true that it is Miranda's bottom that is the bottom that is spanked in this household, there is room for a little bit of the opposite too.
On the Tuesday, after we had had dinner, we sat, lazily, in front of the telly, watching whatever was on it. I decided that this was so boring so I wanted to cheer us up a bit. I got the hairbrush and simply told the red haired woman that it was time for a spanking. As she looked at me, I knew she wasn't sure exactly what I meant, but that when I sat down in the sofa and tapped my knees she knew.
She is the spanker and she is the one calling the shots in our home, so there was a moment when it could have backfired. She might have told me she didn't fancy it and given me a spanking instead. I was, actually, a little nervous when she smiled a strange smile and crawled over and put herself in my lap.
'You are forgetting something,' I said, strengthened by my success.
'What could that be?'
'Don't get smart, now, you know what I mean.'
'Spankings are always delivered on the...'
'Right! So, what does it mean, my dear red haired friend?'
'You are actually telling me to take my trousers down?'
'Not only your trousers.'
'I guess it's only logical.'
Logic is important to Felicia. She sighed and unbuttoned her jeans and then she pulled them down along with her knickers.
Then I spanked her. I have done it before, but I am not a good spanker. I started out a little meekly, scared of hurting her(!). It is true, I did, but that only lasted a moment. Then I thought that a spanking actually hurts, and that the very reason for spanking someone is to make it hurt.
It was much more fun after that. You may think I am a mean person, now, and maybe I am, but it was, kind of, fun. I didn't hurt her a lot, just enjoyed smacking her fair bottom with the hairbrush that so often has descended on my own unprotected skin.
Alas, everything comes to an end, and so did this spanking. I kept on for a while and although I was rather mean at the end, it was not a really bad spanking. Felicia's bottom was quite red, though, and hot to the touch. Mmm, now I begin to think of touching her bottom. But that is another story.
Anyway, I think she actually appreciated it. Not that she particularly like being spanked, but I think she appreciate me being able to spank her from time to time. And it is great fun, I can assure you.
Thursday, 28 April 2011
I guess you know what happened. In Malaysia the smug German won, once again. And this time Hamilton wasn't even on the podium.
A bet is a bet, so I had no alternative than to shed my knickers and accept the spanking that was coming up. Felicia was cheerful about it and got the bath brush.
She placed me in her lap and proceeded to spank me with the brush. She quite liked it. I could hear how she chuckled as she smacked.
'I like this,' she said, 'why don't I use it more often?'
'Yes, why?' I thought to myself.
Since there were no Hamilton on the podium there were no limitations to the spanking she could give me. She continued for a good while with the bath brush. It is a formidable tool, I can tell you. She gets a certain swing with it, not at all like the hairbrush. It is much more powerful.
When she was done with the brush, she told me that she wasn't completely satisfied. No, she wanted me to climb the chair, kneel on it, and stick my bottom out. She wanted to use the belt.
I told her that this was rather harsh, but she didn't listen.
In her defence should be said that she didn't continue as long with the belt as she had with the brush, but it was more than enough, in my humble opinion.
The next week the tables were turned. Hamilton won the Chinese Grand Prix. You know what it means. I got to spank Felicia.
The world is not fair, so I only had fie minutes and could only use the hairbrush, but I can tell you that I made the most of my precious time.
We have seen some sun, lately (and mind you, this was before the glorious Easter Bank Holiday) and this means more freckles on Felicia's face. It looks very nice. Her bottom, though, was still very fair. When I was done with it, it had taken on a different hue.
I think Felicia is a little proud of me, that I have learned how to use a hairbrush. In fact, I do enjoy it. I can understand the appeal.