A Smack

A smack on the bottom is just a smack. It can be hard or it can be soft, it can hurt or just tease you. But it is just a smack, it doesn't mean much, not in itself. It's what it does to your head that is meaningful.

I have been thinking a lot about what and why and that sort of thing. One thing I think I know is that one of the reasons I want my bottom smacked is that I want someone to be stronger than me. I am not a weak person, I have strength and power in me but I don't want to have to be in control all the time, I want to lose that control, if only for a brief moment.

When I am being spanked I am subject to that spanking and I yield to it and I dare give myself over to it because I only allow people I trust completely to spank me. There aren't that many who are allowed. And with my love, my red haired Felicia, I trust her so much so that she get to decide when and where.

When we were away we met our friends, Kate and Fiona. They are not our only friends but they are our only spanko friends and that is why they are the only ones who are mentioned here.

Anyway, we sat at the pub and the strangest conversation took place. Felicia, Fiona and Kate began talking about spanking me. We sat in a corner and the people beside us were chatting quite loudly but there was still that scary sense that our conversation may be overheard.

There I was listening to these three women talking about spanking, but not spanking in general but about spanking me. Fiona asked if I was spanked often and how, and Kate butted in with some suggestions, like Felicia should use the bath brush more often and they all agreed that I could take this and that many with the belt or so.

I didn't say anything and it was all very absurd. I am sure they know exactly how loudly they spoke and they did it just to unnerve me. Thing is that it really made things with my mind.

It would be so easy to say that I was just excited or even aroused. I was much more. There was this sense of being quite intimidated by it, scared of it, overwhelmed and overcome with it and a quite soft sensation of wanting to yield to it. 'Let them do it, come on and give it to me good. I surrender.'

Later Kate and Fiona got to smack my bottom a little but it was nothing compared to what I felt when we sat there in the pub, almost talking in public, although, I am quite sure no one heard us. Or just fragments.

I will end this post with telling you that for various reasons I don't think I will be able to blog that much for a while. I will definitely be back in August. I will not just stop blogging, when I have had enough I will let you know, not just disappear. Take care and be kind to yourself.

Busy May

Why does springs have to be so busy? When the weather is getting better and you really could enjoy life more you always end up being busy. It is quite annoying. Felicia has millions of deadlines and has no time to keep me in line. Even greater errors go unpunished.

I am joking, we don't really do punishments and that sort of thing but it is true that it hasn't been much bottom smacking in this household. I know, it is easy and doesn't take much time but you need to be in the mood.

There was some action on Monday evening, though. As it happened Felicia was in the kitchen and I just happened to be there equipped with a wooden spoon. Who can blame me? Her bottom really begged for it.

I tried to resist, I really did but what can you do? There I was, spoon in hand, there she was, clad in jeans, leaning forward, bottom on display.

She has a very sweet bottom, my Felicia and when I had started staring at it, there was no turning back. I had to do it.

It was only one smack, but a good one. And you should have seen the look on her face.

Anyway, I soon found myself leaning over the kitchen table, skirt flipped up. Not even my very sweet knickers with monkeys on could persuade Felicia to give me any mercy. No, they had to come down.

Ten smacks on the bare for a good one on her behind, that is a fair rate. And I am doing her an injustice by pretending she was angry. I think she just realised that there had been too little of bottom smacking for a while.

We are taking the weekend and half of next week off to go visit friends and relatives. Lovely Fiona and Kate will let us stay with them for a couple of nights. Hopefully something interesting will come of that. Take care and be kind.

Backfire

What can you do when your love is a little grumpy, overworked and generally stressed out and in a bad mood? You have to try to cheer her up. And best way is of course to do something you like yourself, for mutual benefit.

Anyway, we were sitting in the sofa waiting for Holby City (best ever hospital soap, ever). Oops, I needed to look in the paper that was lying on Felicia's side of the sofa. Oops, I ended up lying across her lap. What a strange coincidence that I wore a very short skirt. And even more strange that I happened to wear my polka dot spanking knickers. Oops!!

This was all very, very silly but I wanted to cheer up so I wanted it to be very, very silly.

She got the hint. 'You are a very naughty girl, Miranda,' she said. And you know we don't do that 'naughty girl' stuff but she actually said it. I think she meant it.

I was sort of expecting a slap on my bottom when Felicia decided she wanted to take action. Instead of a well placed palm on my bottom I got a finger in my midriff. This made me jump and cry out.

'Hairbrush,' she said and then I was sure she had really got the hint. She got the brush and I was soon back in her lap. This time my skirt was turned up. She didn't, however, pull my knickers down before she began to apply the hairbrush to my fair skin.

My polka dot spanking knickers don't protect me much, I can tell you. Felicia says they are an inspiration for her. That is why she let me keep them on while smacking my bottom.

The prude in me was grateful for this modesty but the perv that is living side by side was not happy with this. Spankings should be on the bare, we all know that.

Anyway, Felicia smacked along quite vigorously and this means some discomfort for me. I was still thinking that my silly, silly plan had worked out fine. I was quite happy lying there struggling with the spanking I was receiving. Felicia kept on for so long that I was thinking that those knickers were not coming down.

I don't know about you but there comes a point when you think that a spanking has gone on for long enough. At that very moment Felicia stopped smacking me. My bottom was quite warm and sore. As I said, spanking knickers don't protect that much.

'The rest on the bare,' she then said and started to take my knickers down. I think I even protested but she has this evil laugh I sometimes hear when she is getting in the mood, the mood for being cruel to her Miranda.

I was in for another dose of the hairbrush, this time on the very bare and very sore bottom of mine. Ouch. It did hurt. I was squirming soon and realising I had to brace myself to cope. The mood changes, you need to stay focussed but relax in a way, accept the situation.

Afterwards she stroked my bottom and told me it was hot before commanding me to stand in the corner. Have you heard? We don't usually do that but now I had to stand in the corner, knickers around my knees and holding my skirt up. Felicia was watching Holby City when she didn't look at my bottom and chuckling.

I stood there for some time, trying to listen to the soap. Then she told me she wasn't done with me yet. I was a little concerned. My bottom had received two quite lengthy smackings and wasn't really ready for more.

It was clothes off and across the armrest of the sofa for Miranda while Felicia got the belt. She had decided on the broad, heavy belt. The upside is that it has quite a big surface. The downside that it is rather heavy.

I soon forgot what was happening in Holby City when the leather began to come down on my very sore bottom. It was an ordeal, it really was.

It is strange what happens to your mind when you are receiving a spanking like that. You have to brace yourself for every lash (smack?) of the belt and it hurts, there is no denying that. Still you kind of welcome the pain, and get excited by it, sort of high on it. And proud you endure, that sort of thing. Mixed emotions to say the least.

Bottom really on fire when she was done and I took a deep breath. She told me she had one more thing to do. And this is really evil. She got the riding crop and told me she was to end it with eight of the best.

Strange what you let your lover do to you when you are lying naked across the armrest of a sofa. The riding crop, or horsewhip which I like to call it, is really evil. And Felicia wanted to make an impression.

It wasn't fun. It really hurt but my pride made me stay. It was a relief when it was over. Felicia was really proud of me, I was really proud of me, and of her. It takes some courage to smack your lover like she did. We didn't watch tv, there were other things more urgent.

My bottom is still sore today, hard to sit down. But there is a kind of joy in that too, knowing that it really cheered her up...and me.

Slow

My mind is slow these days. You may have noticed I haven't blogged that much lately. To be honest I don't know what to write. I feel I am repeating myself, telling the same story over and over again. And that is because that is how we are, doing similar things every day.

I have seen the hit rate drop and I understand you, or rather those who have already left and no longer read. I know there are some who read and care and I can't say how grateful I am. But I don't know what to write about. Any suggestions? Where can I take this blogging thing without saying the same things over and over again?

Sorry for sounding a little blue but I don't really have much inspiration. Maybe it is still some winter blues hanging in there...or not. Take care, Dear Readers. Love you!

How It Is Done

Just a short notice, Ireland got the Grand Slam by beating Wales 17 – 15 and this meant two swats on my poor bottom. Not too bad, I can tell you.

Anyway, it was said in a comment that I often write about spankings, doled out while kneeling on a chair. This made me wonder whether we have a preference for that or not.

I don't think we have a set way of doing spankings but it made me think. First and foremost, spanking is for fun. I know I have written about how other feelings seep in, like the odd occasion when Felicia has spanked me because she is angry with me or (something I haven't written about) when there is a kind of guilt in me that is relieved by getting my bottom smacked.

The bottom line (hehe) is that it is for fun, it is something we do together. It is strange to say that, since I am not the kind of person who enjoys pain and smacking my bottom isn't just some gentle slapping to get the mood up. No, Felicia spanks me for real. It hurts. I don't like the pain. It is still fun, something we share. There you have it, I can't explain it.

It's not foreplay. I know I have written about how we get into touching mood after a spanking and one thing leads to another but it is not the purpose for spankings. It is just something we do, and like.

How is it done? Most spankings are over the knee. It may not seem so in the blog but that is the truth. Over the knee, skirt up, knickers down and then smack, smack. Those spankings are for hairbrush spankings. I don't like her to hurt her hand. She becomes sore after a while. No, hairbrush is much more efficient. There has been some wooden spoons and ruler spankings over the knee but most often our favourite hairbrush.

The kneeling on chair, why is that? Sometimes she uses something she needs to swing. It's much better if we keep a distance then. And there is something grim about kneeling on the chair, adds something to it. Especially if you are naked.

We have an old sofa with a very hard armrest that is useful but you need to put a pillow on it first. The old fashioned pillows under hips, lying on bed can be good too.

All spankings are delivered on the bare and that goes for Felicia too. Can't explain, but it is not the same if you are wearing something. There are the odd knickers spankings but they are the exceptions.

When kneeling on the chair it is not very good if I am wearing a skirt, it will fall down, gravity and all that. So often skirt has to be removed first and knickers too. For some reason I have to remove my knickers completely before kneeling. Sometimes Felicia wants me stark naked. There is something special with being naked when being spanked, makes you feel that little extra vulnerable.

I like it when she is a little cruel to me. It's very special when she is. I trust her completely so I can really enjoy that thrill I get when she wants to spank me. Perhaps she tells me I will be smacked with the belt or the riding crop. And then I have to prepare, placing the chair and stripping off and that.

We don't have rituals and we don't do that silly, 'have you been naughty?' stuff but we seem to follow a pattern, often. And when Felicia does things to me I know she does just because she wants to be cruel to me, it really gives me a buzz. That is how twisted my mind is. But she does it for me, in a way, and for herself, it works out quite well.

Red Cheeks

Who could have known that England would give France such a thrashing. 34 to 10, that is amazing. And the word thrashing leads me to what this post is about. I will just tell you, briefly about the 24 whacks with the board that Felicia got for backing the wrong team.

Felicia was a little reluctant but I persuaded her to take them in two gos. The first one to be delivered on her lovely bottom that instant.

I don't know what annoyed Felicia most, the fact that she was to be smacked or the fact that she had calculated it so badly, that France was, after all, such a weak team.

One thing that honours my Felicia is that she is not one to fret or try to avoid what is coming her way. No, she obediently dropped her trousers and her knickers and climbed the chair. She even meekly stuck her bottom out for me.

She has such a lovely bottom and it is really a shame to smack it when you really want to caress it instead. But, alas, a bet is a bet and a girl had a duty to perform.

The first whack is always a little hesitant. The sound was tremendous, though. It is amazing how much sound a little wood against soft skin can produce.

I gave her the next one with a little more force and she jumped. I almost chickened out then. I braced myself and got on with it. It was quite fun around seven and eight but I could see on Felicia that she thought me too soft hearted.

The last set I really tried to smack her good. And she jumped every time and looked a little impressed afterwards.

First half was over and you can't blame a girl for wanting to put lotion on a very pink and sweet bottom afterwards. We both enjoyed that...

Next instalment was to be on the Tuesday, yesterday, that is. And the same procedure was repeated. Red haired girlfriend soon knelt with no trousers and no knickers on the chair. Her bottom was quite recovered so I shouldn't really have to feel any pity.

Still it was much harder this time. The sound was terrible and although I am sure our neighbours can't hear it, it still scared me. And knowing how much it hurt didn't help.

In fact, Felicia was quite annoyed with me afterwards, a little disappointed. She wondered what the meaning was with a bet like that if I couldn't deliver the strokes. She even threatened with a spanking. A girl can be tempted but, sigh, nothing came of it.

It is true however, that a Miranda spanking is long overdue. And keep your fingers crossed for Wales to win on Saturday. However much I love to get a spanking, I hate to lose the bet.

Who is the Stronger?

This is Felicia, the mean redhead, who is speaking. I just wanted to say something and Miranda let me do it. She is very kind.

I have wondered a lot about who is really the stronger. You who read this blog know that it is the evil red haired woman who dishes out the spankings and decides this and that. But sometimes I wonder if I am really the stronger of us two.

Sometimes I wonder what it is that make me want to spank Miranda and order her around. Alright, it is fun to spank her. No one can deny that. To have her there, in my lap or kneeling on a chair, sticking her bottom out, is really a something delightful, a lovely sight and to smack that sweet bottom is fun, exciting and yummy.

She is like a sweet you can't resist and sometimes I just want to unwrap her and see what is under those clothes she is wearing.

It is a real buzz to just tell her to take her clothes off and she does it. Or to order her to prepare for a spanking and she does it. It makes me feel powerful, like a queen. She obeys me and I am all powerful. It is scary but enjoyable.

Why does she do it? Why does she obey me? Because she wants to, that is the only true answer. She wants it and she does it. There is no secret behind it. There is even a kind of competition between us.

I try to provoke her to do something she can't and she tries to endure whatever I tell her to do. She endures when I spank her – she can be very stubborn. She obeys when I try to shame her a little.

This makes me toy with really naughty ideas. Like telling her to undress in her library and meet the people in the buff and that sort of thing, or to strip naked in the street or something, or that I should sit down and spank her on the stairs of a museum.

The great horror would be if she really did it. I wouldn't put her through something really shameful but you can always have fantasies.

Don't be too worried about Miranda, now. There is a limit to what she will do. When Miranda says 'no' it is no. There is no room for negotiations. If she doesn't want to do it she doesn't. The silly thing is that she obeys me when I tell her to serve tea in the nude when Fiona and Kate are here but she says no when I suggest that we should go shopping for shoes to her.

Miranda is really the sweetest thing. She is never ever moody, believe me, she isn't. She can be sad sometimes but never moody. She says she is grumpy but she isn't, really.

She can be angry, however. She may not seem to be that kind of person but she can be really furious. It doesn't happen often but when she is nothing can get in her way. Bananas is scared of Miranda when she is irate. The cat never fears me when I am angry but when Miranda is, she does a runner.

Mostly Miranda is cheerful. Actually, she is one of the most cheerful people I know and she really can pick me up when I am down.

And she is beautiful, did I say that? She is. The loveliest, prettiest person you can imagine and she doesn't know it herself. But I will make her see it, even if I have to use her hairbrush.

Now I will stop and just tell you that my team is France on Sunday and Miranda has England. I decided to go with France, believing them to be the better team at the moment but we will see. The fate of our bottoms is in the hands and feet of 30 strong men who without doubt will be both sweaty and muddy on Sunday...sigh. And yes, just because you fancy girls you are allowed to have fantasies about the rugby team.