Monday, 24 December 2007

Happy Christmas

Hello cat lovers and spanking lovers out there!! It is time for Christmas and it is a great time. Plenty of food, presents, time for cuddling and bottom smacking. It is a great time and we will try to make the best of it. I hope you do the same. Take care of your stunners and lovers and friends and families and everyone around you! And give plenty of food to your cats (Bananas made me write this) and to your dogs and wombats and gnus and other animals you care for!! And don't forget to take care of yourself and be kind to yourself! That is as important as being kind to others. It is like spanking, not the same when you do it yourself but it is, all the same, very important.


Have a great time, my friends!!


Thursday, 20 December 2007

Miranda Muses

Let me be a little serious, for a change. I can't help but thinking about what all this spanking is about. Why do we do it and what is it good for? That sort of questions.


I know you are thinking that Miranda hasn't been smacked enough and now she lets her mind wander. Perhaps it is true. Although I was smacked a little this Saturday. We were watching the news and Felicia sat in the sofa and I was draped across her lap, bottom bared and she with a hairbrush in her hand. Whenever there was something she was annoyed with or something she found silly in the news she took it out on my bottom.


Unfair, you may say and indeed, it was unfair. The thing is that I liked it. I really wanted her to be able to smack me when she felt frustrated by something. It wasn't that I felt guilty or responsible but because I wanted to be there for her and have her do things with me.


This was only a silly game and mostly for fun but it made me think and remember how I was when we met. We were only kids and we didn't started with spanking right away. We are naughty but a little normal too. We both had very vivid imaginations and we liked to talk about our strange ideas and fantasies.


The thing is that I remember a kind of fantasy or vision I had quite early in our friendship. I sort of imagined Felicia as a queen, sitting on throne, dressed in a wide flowing dress in golden and green and her lovely red hair flowing down over her shoulders. I on the other hand was kneeling by her throne. I kind of liked that image and when I looked closer I realised that I was naked. I had this lovely necklace of gold that had things hanging from it like the rays of the sun and I had golden chains and bands around my wrists and ankles and even a chain around my waist but no clothes. I was the slave who always followed the queen wherever she went.


I had this other fantasy about me as a princess but the younger sister of Felicia who was the heir to the throne. The king and queen had red hair like Felicia while I had my brownish boring hair. She was always dressed in beautiful gowns and dresses while I ran around the castle naked or dressed only in the flimsiest of clothes.


And there were all these silly rules I didn't understand and always managed to break. I was a rebellious child and didn't want to be polite to people at the court who were rude to me. I always managed to insult some important guest or noble man or something.


And what happened then, do you think? Yes, I had to be punished. I thought it very unfair and humiliating because I had to apologise even if I had been treated badly and then I was punished. I had to kneel and be whipped. There were always a lot of servants and courtiers and even the one I had insulted present. They were all witnessing me getting my bottom whipped. And I was always naked and had I been wearing something I had always to take it off.


Always when I had those fantasies I felt utterly humiliated and very, very aroused and I used to do that which you may do when you are on your own and have arousing thoughts.


Those are strange fantasies for someone growing up but I was a strange child...and a strange youngster. What I am trying to say, which I will try to say while I am still in this confessing mode, is that I have always had this idea of me being subject to something or someone and being punished, fairly or unfairly for things that I did. I was always fascinated by it and I always found some pleasure in it.


When I talk with Felicia about this she tells me it is just me not wanting to grow up and trying to dodge my responsibilities. I guess she is right. We don't have that relationship where she decides everything and I just do what I am told. She would never want that. The thing is that I am not sure I would want it either but part of me long for something like that.


I am devoted to Felicia. I love her with all my heart and I trust her with my life. That is why she can spank me whenever she wants to. I trust her and I let her do that. She allows herself to be a little dominant and spank me or order me around sometimes and I love it.


I even suggested to Felicia that she would lay down some rules that I had to stick to and if I didn't she would punish me. She was not that keen on the idea but we have been talking about it. She still thinks I am trying to dodge my responsibilities.


Sorry, it is the winter that gets to me. Soon I will be myself again and stop thinking about serious things.








Thursday, 13 December 2007

Boring Miranda

First I have to apologise for not blogging for such a long time. My only excuse is that there has been very little to blog about. My life is very boring at the moment. I am very boring at the moment. Felicia is always busy, no time for smacking my poor abandoned bottom. The cat is busy, I don't know with what, chasing birds and eating. I am boring. I am so boring that when Bananas is with me she falls asleep.


I think I have got a cold or something because not even my exciting work at the library manages to make me happy. Not even the thought of sneaking behind the shelves and strip off and shock the world excites me. If not the thought of a naked library girl excites me, then there is something wrong.


I think it should be the duty for red haired stunners to punish boredom in their household. I think she should smack my bottom for being so utterly boring. That may shake me up a bit.


I am so bored that I want to scream about it and run around and make a nuisance of myself. Then maybe someone would notice me and think me enough annoying to smack my bottom for it. You see how weird my thoughts are. Actually, a good old harsh punishment is the only thing that makes me a little excited. I will stop blogging and think of some good punishment for a bored Miranda.




Thursday, 6 December 2007

Lying Library Girl


Well, I may not have been completely truthful in my last blog post. When I said that the picture was Felicia at the seaside. Come to think of it, it was not true at all. A little fib...or a big lie. Anyway, I was not telling the truth. Now I have said it.


But Felicia looked very lovely by the seaside, this summer. In her red bikini, in the sun. No, I will not post any pictures. I am not allowed.


Felicia laughed when she saw my blog post. She was not angry at all. After all, she had posted this picture of a bottom she claimed was mine. Anyway, do you think that meant that I was not in trouble? No, not at all. The smiling stunner told me this called for a punishment. Have you heard the like of it? Tiny Miranda being punished!


First the ruler and then the riding crop on a very naked Miranda. She meant business, I can tell you. My bottom is not happy today. It was even more miserable yesterday. Sigh, poor Miranda always suffer for silly things. And I will most likely be smacked for saying it is silly...but it is.


The worst thing was the she seemed so amused by it all. She smiled and chuckled as she smacked away.


But to tell you the truth, I kind of like it when she makes me pay for my misdeeds. I like it when she is in command. She is so beautiful when she spanks me. Believe me, she is the best!



Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Weekend Smack


I got it twice this weekend. Felicia claimed that she was not at all out for revenge but I am not completely convinced. I can't help but believing some of her vigour and enthusiasm came from a sense of wanting to get even. Fairness in regards to spanking frequency in our household is something like 100 – 1 but that is how it is supposed to be and Miranda would never complain, ever.


Anyway, I decided to stop all this speculations about bottoms and pictures by posting a picture of Felicia. I took it this summer at the seaside. There were actually one or two sunny days this summer. So here it is, a picture of my very own stunner in the buff.


Back to the spankings. The first one happened on Saturday. We were going out to have lunch and do some shopping but before that I was to be smacked, someone decided. So it was to pull down tights and knickers and flip up skirt for some old fashioned over the knee smacking with hairbrush.


I don't think I was smacked for a very long time but I mentioned vigour in my first paragraph. I can tell you that Miranda was quite agitated as she had to do her shopping with a smarting behind. Silly me had a smile on my face...but that is just me.


Come Sunday and the belt. Yes, the red haired woman took out her new belt and ordered Miranda to kneel on the chair. She complied but only after she had taken off all her clothes. Poor, naked, Tiny Miranda was given the belt with not a single piece of clothing to protect her poor body.


Ouch, I have no words for it but ouch. The belt can sting. I can tell you. My bottom was ok after the smacking it had received on Saturday but this was intense. Poor Miranda was really affected.


Intense often means that Miranda feels a little vulnerable afterwards. Something her evil stunner friend is not afraid of exploiting. She took me in her arms and held my poor body against her own and you can imagine what that made me think of.


So her friend exploited her ordeal to her own advantage. Miranda has only one thing to say about that...any time, baby!! Giggles.



Friday, 30 November 2007

At Last...

I haven't bought a thingy for Felicia yet. I can't decide what would be best for her naughty bottom. I am thinking about a ruler or a hairbrush, nothing too brutal. She is not used to it. She has a sensitive bottom. Hehe (think evil laughter here!).


Although I haven't bought anything for Felicia I did get to spank her yesterday. Imagine that!! It is not the first time in world history this happens but it is not that common. Felicia is not a girl who enjoys spankings. Not receiving them, that is. As you know, she is quite happy dishing them out.


Anyway, what happened was this: yesterday evening, I came into our very tiny living room where Felicia was watching the telly. I had brought my hairbrush and told her that I was going to spank her. The thing is that I sometimes do this and it often ends up with me over her lap getting the spanking.


This time was different. 'Alright,' she said. I was astonished. There was a confused and slightly awkward moment when I didn't believe my ears but soon I was sitting in the sofa, Felicia lying in my lap (sort of).


She was wearing her pyjamas (that is pajamas for you Mericans out there) that didn't offered much protection for her lovely bottom. I got this urge to touch and squeeze her bottom instead of spanking it but I resisted. Miranda can be determined at times.


So what do you do when you get the opportunity to spank your loveliest friend? Are you going to be gentle to make her not regret it in the hope of repeating it soon? Or do you think you should make the most of the situation and give her a good walloping?


You live only once. Of course I gave her a good walloping. Or at least as good as I am able to. I am not sure she was really prepared for it. She didn't try to kill me or anything but she sounded very annoyed. I told her it was supposed to hurt and for some reason she found this extremely amusing. She didn't protest any more but was lying there chuckling as I started again. I didn't shut her up be it did hurt.


Then it was time to take down the pyjama trousers. Yummy, I liked that. Felicia is a red haired girl and has very fair skin. Now it was a pretty pink.


The sound is very different, don't you think? Pink turned to red and Miranda thought this was quite fun. I have to say that Felicia was quite brave. She is not used to this.


She was giggling when I was done but I thought I saw that glint in her eyes that said; 'just you wait'. But she didn't take the hairbrush and I gave her a hug and we had a great evening. The thing is that, although, I usually am at the receiving end and I think I will always prefer that, spanking is quite fun.



Tuesday, 27 November 2007

Poor Miranda

You don't have to use terrible tools on Miranda's bottom to get her attention. The vigorous application of a simple hairbrush will do the trick. My dear Felicia proved that yesterday. She maintains that it has nothing to do with a certain bitemark on her bottom (see last blog post if you don't know what I am talking about!).


It was not very dramatic, Miranda across her lap, skirt up, knickers down and some, smack, smack. If you keep on with the smack, smack, it can be quite an ordeal. She kept on for a while and squirm is a word that springs to mind when I describe me in that situation.


I don't know what to think about her reaction. She seemed to immensely pleased about it. I didn't actually hear her laugh but she hummed a little tune for a while and that is pretty close. I like it that she is happy but somehow it makes it a little worse for poor Miranda.


When a very sore Miranda got her hug, Felicia told her that it was not for the bitemark (that is almost gone now) but for Miranda being silly about the images on her blog.


I knew she only wanted an excuse. She was the one who posted the fake (yes!!) image of my bottom. Ok, I started it some time ago but still, it was a little unfair, I think.


Anyway, that was that and Miranda had a smacked bottom. I am strangely pleased when I feel that special warmth that is there after a good smacking. That is how weird I am.


By the way, Bananas has recovered well from her humiliating fall into the bath tub. She is still a little upset but it is nothing that not a lot of food will fix.




Friday, 23 November 2007

Vampire Miranda


I haven't bought anything for Felicia's bottom just yet but I am planning to. I can't believe the fuss about the image she put up on her post. No use in me telling my naughty and suspicious readers that it wasn't my bottom in the picture. To make you happy I have illustrated this entry with a picture of Felicia and me having fun in the kitchen. And it is me in the red tutu.


Anyway, what I am to tell you, happened yesterday. Felicia, Bananas and I were in the loo. As it happened. You know how girls are! For some reason we always seem to gather there.


To make a long story short. Felicia was leaning forward for some reason. I was standing behind her and just happened to be staring at her bottom. She has a lovely bottom (a bottom I am planning to smack in the near future). At this specific moment in time clad only in a pair of white knickers.


You have to understand. It is very hard to resist the temptation. A girl is just a girl and as Oscar Wilde put it: 'I can resist anything but temptation.' Miranda is only human so she gave in to temptation.


I leaned forward and bit her. I planted my teeth in her right buttock, middle part, a little to the right. I got a good grip with my teeth, I must say. It didn't last for long but it is not to exaggerate to say that the mood in the room changed.


Felicia didn't scream. The sound she made can't be described as a scream. It was quite clear to me that she was quite upset, though. The cat was upset too. She had been monitoring everything perched on top of the cabinet and now she lost her footing and fell into the bathtub. There was no water there but cats, generally, don't enjoy falling off things.


I had no idea my teeth were that sharp. She got a very nasty mark. There was no blood but a very evil looking mark. It was still there this morning.


Felicia jumped around for quite a while and I could but stand there and look at her in amazement. I think you will believe me if I say that she was quite angry.


She didn't try to kill me there and then and she didn't spank me for it. I know some of my readers would think, that could have been a natural progression but we don't do it like that in our household. She looked at me very angrily. I said I was sorry and she calmed down a little. Bananas was still upset but when she got some food she calmed down too.


I will not bite Felicia again, not for a long time. It was good fun though.




Wednesday, 21 November 2007

Naughty

I do have some naughty readers. You don't believe me when I say it is not my bottom in the picture and you want me to put up a picture of it (my bottom) to prove it wasn't (seems quite illogical as I read it but you know what I mean). You will have to wait a long time before there will be any pictures of my bottom on the blog. Ha!


I am still a little annoyed with Felicia for creating this fuss and I think she deserves a spanking. I have even been thinking I should buy her a special thingy, just for her bottom.


I think that is a good idea, to have a thingy reserved for Felicia's, sometimes, very naughty bottom. And I am determined to use it. I wonder what it should be? Something nasty, hehe. Any ideas?


Somehow I have the sense that you, naughty readers, are not on my side in this. I wonder why?




Monday, 19 November 2007

No, No, No...

Let me first make sure that no one believes it is my bottom in the picture in the last blog entry. I repeat, it is not a picture of Miranda's bottom. Not that Miranda would be ashamed of having such a bottom. It is, indeed, a very nice, round, soft and spankable bottom but it does not belong to yours truly.


I think it was quite mean of Felicia to put that image up and let everyone believe it was my bottom. I gave her free hands with the blog and look what she did! I had to attack her with the hairbrush for that. I did get some good smacks in before she overpowered me. She is quite good at that. As I said, she got some smacks from my hairbrush and I wasn't meek, being a little vexed with my friend. You can't she didn't deserve it.


She just giggled but I knew it hurt. I felt good about myself. Not the it stopped her from trying out the new belt on me the day after. On Saturday she had me kneel on the chair, no skirt, knickers down and sticking bottom out.


She thought that she would try the belt on my bottom without any warming up. That is kind of mean but you know how she is, mean and red haired and so. I can tell you that the belt is not the worst thing imaginable but it stung. You know, depending on where it hits it can be ok at times but really bad at times.


On the whole a good gift. Felicia was pleased and you know what? Miranda was pleased too.


I saw what she wrote in the blog but she hasn't taken the fish slice to my bottom again. I am quite sure it will not take that long before she does, though.




Thursday, 15 November 2007

Miranda's Bottom


Ok, this is not Miranda speaking. This is her friend, the 'stunner'. I can't deny I am very flattered by Tiny Miranda's description of me but I don't feel like a stunner. Far from it. When I struggle home on my bicycle from work, tired and annoyed I feel like an evil witch or something. Lucky me to have Miranda to come home to.


I would be very evil if I let my bad temper encourage me to take it out on Miranda's bottom. She has a very lovely bottom. But I may have said that before. Most often I am fed when I get home. The lovely Miranda gives me food and that makes me far happier. It is often in this moment when I am no longer angry and annoyed that my thought wander off to a very sweet round little bottom that moves around in our flat.


The fish slice Miranda bought is a very nice little thingy. It is not heavy but not flimsy either. The flat surface seems to be made for Miranda's bottom. It is lighter than the bath brush and is flatter and nicer than the wooden spoon. It is perfect for its purpose. Its new and exciting purpose.


I do read the blog and she told me what she was thinking. She didn't buy something that would be nice to her, that would be light an easy to endure. No, she bought something she thought would effective and efficient as a spanking implement. And what that means is that is would hurt her delicate little bottom when I use it on her. Isn't that the sweetest?


She is a very sweet girl, Miranda. I suppose you know that, already. She is not only beautiful and kind but she has the most exciting little body imaginable and her bottom is the most soft and vibrating little bottom you can think of.


I get carried away. But, anyway. I think I will take the new fish slice to Miranda's bottom and have some fun with it. I think I will make her regret she called me evil in her last blog.


Tuesday, 13 November 2007

Play

Cruel Felicia, cruel, cruel, mean Felicia, cruel mean and evil Felicia! And poor and innocent and Tiny Miranda. No comments about the cat at this moment.


Yes, you guessed it. Felicia had some time and inspiration to play with Miranda's shopping. I sensed already as we were waking up Sunday morning that Felicia was in a jolly mood. And jolly mood meant things could start happening in our household. And it did, quite soon after breakfast, really.


Miranda was not fully dressed yet, wearing just knickers and t-shirt (now I have mentioned knickers, it means I can tag this post with 'Knickers'...always a good thing), when Felicia said, 'come here!'


Miranda is not a stupid girl. She may appear quite daft but she is not stupid. She got that Felicia wanted her to come to her and that it should happen immediately. You know Miranda, she is always nice and kind and obliging.


Felicia was holding a piece of the rope I bought in her hand (we chopped it up in, three pieces, already on Friday). I knew she wanted to try it. And it can't be denied that Miranda felt a slight tingling in her body at that. But it could have been just some cold air or something, who knows.


'Top off!' was a very short and distinct command but Miranda is clever so she understands. From being still a little sleepy and dazed Miranda was now very...what should I call it?...attentive.


Top came off and Miranda was suddenly shivering, standing there in her knickers alone. The knickers were pink spotted white ones, quite cute, actually, in my opinion. Miranda was ordered to turn around and to cross her wrists behind her back. Felicia was humming a tune as she tied Miranda's wrists together.


Having your hands tied behind your back is really a quit strange experience. People get that, all the time, in films and such but it is quite strange to be that helpless and defenceless. And being almost naked in the presence of a woman who can't keep her hands away from your body even when you have the ability to fend her off makes you feel a little vulnerable.


She didn't touch me, yet. Instead she went off and got another of Miranda's shopping, namely, the fish slice. And a conversation followed that went something like this:

'I am going to spank you with this,' said Felicia, looking smug.

'Hmpff.'

'Down with your knickers!'

'Felicia, my hands are tied.' (I am not sure I was that witty in real life but I did let her know that my hands, were, indeed tied together).

'Yes, and...?'


Have you ever tried to take your knickers off with your hands tied behind your back? No, really, how come? Anyway, it is not that easy. You can, kind of, slide it down a little at the back but that is almost all. It depends a little on the relative length of your arms but in my case it was not enough. And the size of your bottom, come to think of it. Miranda's bottom is not that big but it was still not easy.


With the help of some of the furniture and some very awkward movements from Miranda the knickers came down a little. Understand that this was accompanied by the cruel laughter of cruel Felicia! She found this hilarious. It is strange how easy it is to almost fall over when you have your hands tied behind your back.


Anyway, Felicia found mercy in her heart and pulled my knickers down completely leaving poor Miranda quite naked. Kind and considerate Felicia helped Miranda lie down in her lap and proceeded to smack her poor unprotected bottom with the fish slice.


I can tell you that is was a good implement if you want a spanking implement to hurt. In the hands of my skilful red haired friend it stung. And I saw later that the slit down the middle of the blade left funny looking marks on my bottom.


Well, naughty Miranda was quite excited by this cruel treatment although the spanking really hurt. Her bottom was, as they say, on fire which made Miranda quite hot. Stop it, stop it! Silly, silly joke.


When Felicia was done smacking her pretty little friend she put the fish slice away and had Miranda sit down on the sofa. That was kind of cruel regarding the fact that her bottom was still quite affected. As I said, Felicia does often have a hard time keeping her hands off her tiny friend and now was not an exception. Remember that Miranda was still tied up and still quite naked so there was not much to stop the red haired and cruel woman from having her way.


I have been tied up before by Felicia but I have never been touched the way I was, while bound. It is a strange sensation not being able to control when and where to be touched. Not that I am sure I wanted to stop her but still.


I will not give any details but I can say that it was very nice, very...hrm...satisfying. And afterwards, when she had removed the rope and she was holding me she told me she had this idea of keeping me tied up for a longer time, not much but like that, hands behind my back but for a much longer time. Tiny Miranda wouldn't be who she is if she wasn't a tinsy-winsy little bit excited by those words.



Thursday, 8 November 2007

Miranda Goes Shopping



Miranda really went shopping yesterday. Contrary to popular belief, all girls don't love shopping. Miranda is the odd exception. She is not happy in big crowds and she never finds anything that she likes. Despite this aversion she went shopping for something to spank with.


It was, kind of, fun to go searching for things to spank with. It added something to it to think that it was my own bottom on the line, so to speak. I had a lot of mixed feelings as I looked at wooden spoons and different things that could be used on my very own bottom. It is strange to hold a wooden spoon and think it is too light and flimsy for to be useful. How stupid can you get? Flimsy means nicer, so Miranda should be happy with flimsy. Still, that is not the point with spanking, is it?


I even had my hands on a very nasty looking bamboo stick. Its purpose was to hold plants up but it struck me (no pun intended) that it would be a very painful stick to take to poor Miranda's bottom. It scared me but then I sensed that it should be like that. A whipping is supposed to be bad, isn't it? So the stick seemed a good choice.


I decided against it because I had read somewhere that bamboo can break and be very sharp and there is risk for injuries. We don't want injuries so no bamboo stick. Still there was this strange thrill that I, kind of, enjoyed.


In the end I went to this ironmongers place that has everything and bought a kind of wooden fish slice thingy with three slits in it. It was not heavy, nor light and in the hand of an expert it will deliver a certain sting, I believe. And the slits will leave interesting patterns on Miranda's bottom.


I went to Primark and found a belt. I know, Felicia, already, has got a belt but this would be for my bottom alone. It is an inch wide and quite heavy. Not too much but not light either. We will see how it works.


Oh, I almost forgot. I saw some rope at the ironmongers. I just saw it there and I suddenly realised that Miranda wants to be bound. We have some ropes but they are not really good for that. It happens that Felicia uses them but they are not very good, too stiff and unpleasant. I found this soft, white and smooth rope and decided I wanted it. I bought some three meters of it, thinking that Miranda would not escape three meters of rope.


I wondered if the clerk realised why I was buying a wooden thingy and some rope. He didn't look like he got the connection but who knows? Anyway, I thought about it and felt very naughty.


I gave the wooden thingy, the belt and the rope to Felicia. She was really touched and I think she realised what I tried to say. There was no real time for them but I got a couple of swats with the fish slice thingy on my knickers but I could feel it.


I think, on the whole, it was a successful shopping trip. I can't wait for Felicia to try out the rest of the things.


By the way, the image is not of the one I bought but it looks a little like that.



Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Tuesday

Am I becoming boring? Weekend was terribly spankfree and naughtinessfree. What is a girl supposed to do? The Stunner was busy with her work. Damned be research in all its forms! Even the cat was busy chasing birds.


Oh, I know I am unfair. I am happy Felicia has an engaging job (if it is called a job). And I am happy Bananas finds something she can try to kill. It is just that Miranda had to entertain herself. Not that she is without friends but all of them seemed busy, busy, busy.


I am not usually like this. I am actually quite good at entertaining myself but this weekend I had no inspiration at all. Weekdays are a little better. I have my work.


I know what I will do. Tomorrow I will go shopping for something to spank me with.

Friday, 2 November 2007

Friday

So you didn't think I went to work in the nude? Perhaps that was a little too much. Anyway, the picture was very nice, I think. Good to see a naked girl with glasses and whose hair is not blond or black. She looks like a very ordinary girl but a very nice looking ordinary girl. And with a very lovely figure...mmm.


I have nothing really to write about today. My bottom is ok now and no spankings this week. Today is Friday and weekend is here. That is good. I am doing this post, mostly to let you know that I have not abandoned my blog. I will be back. Maybe something nice will happen this weekend.

Tuesday, 30 October 2007

In the Library



Here is a picture of me, yesterday, when Felicia told me that I could not wear any clothes, whatsoever, for work. Well, not really. I would never do such a thing. Imagine me with nails painted blue...never!!


Do you ever have thoughts like that? That you suddenly start thinking about how it would be if you were naked in a certain situation. I do that all the time. And when I saw this picture it occurred to me that I quite often imagine myself naked in the library. What if, I would walk around the shelves stark naked, in the buff, with no clothes on?


I am not sure it is, really, some hidden desire to get my kit off in public (hm, maybe it is) but rather how terribly embarrassing it would be and how much ashamed I would be.


Still it makes my day a little less boring to think like that.



Friday, 26 October 2007

Miranda's Bottom

Well, yesterday it was time for Miranda to pay the price for losing the bet about Lewis Hamilton and winning the F1 series. Felicia had promised something special and special it was.


Yesterday morning, she told me it was to happen in the evening and the way she said it made me react strangely. If I know I am going to be spanked I am always a little nervous, butterflies in my tummy and all that. There was something in the way she said it that made me feel that this was, indeed, going to be special. You can imagine that Miranda was not that focussed on her books this day. She was thinking about her poor bottom.


It is not right to say that I was miserable. I was scared, that is right but I was also, quite thrilled. There is something that told me that I might just be in for something interesting.


I came home and was waiting for Felicia and the tension just grew and grew. I almost wanted her to come home and get over with it. It was like waiting at the dentist or something. You know you will survive but it is still quite scary.


At last she came home and looked immensely pleased with herself. I cooked for her and we had dinner but I wasn't really there. I could only think of what was to come.


I washed the dishes and then went into our living room. Felicia was waiting and I knew it was time. I felt really strange for being that nervous about it. Felicia wanted it to be special, I could tell.


In our household it is quite often no ceremonies, it is just skirt up, knickers down and then smack, smack, smack. Sometimes Felicia makes a thing of having me kneel and slowly takes down my knickers to make me really aware of the moment. In a strange way, I kind of like that. Building up tension can be nice at times.


This was different. As I entered the living room Felicia asked me if I was ready. As if she ever asks that! It was almost said in a formal way. It made me, sort of, tense and I could only nod in reply.


Then she had me take my clothes off. That is unusual. Not the she enjoys getting me naked in different and not seldom embarrassing situations but to have me strip naked in the living room before a spanking was out of the ordinary.


Miranda obeyed...of course. So there I was, naked and very embarrassed. Even if you are with the love of your life, who is quite used to being with your naked body it was very embarrassing standing there naked. Then she had me get the implements.


Like in some spanking story I, still naked, had to go and get the hairbrush, the belt and the riding crop. This was bad. Doing this quite humiliating task of fetching the implements that are to be used on you is quite horrible but doing it in the nude was...how shall I put it, quite overwhelming.


She started with the hairbrush. It is a formidable thingy and in the hands of an expert it can be quite painful. This time she was nice to me. She had me lie in her lap, which was both humbling and a little exciting. And then she smacked me with moderate force. I felt it but I could cope. This was, actually quite nice of her to allow me to get used to it. Warm me up, so to speak. She finished this part off with some vigour, though, so Miranda was quite affected when she rose from her position to kneel on the chair.


Now it began in earnest. The belt is quite bad if you are in that mood and she was. She really gave it to me. She smacked me and I was almost on the brink of not coping when she stopped and let me compose myself. Then she gave me some licks more and the same thing happened again. It is a strange sensation of being in her hands, like that. I am almost cracking up and panicking because the pain is too much but then she stops. She knows me well. Still there is this knowledge that she could push me a little further, provoke me to lose control.


Anyway, I was quite affected when she was done with the belt and my bottom was, really smarting. I imagined it would glow in the dark. There was still one more thing to come, the riding crop.


Six of the best was not enough but three times six of the best. Poor Miranda was a little scared then but she was very obedient and very determined.


The riding crop stung. It really did and she laid it on with some force. This was the highlight of the evening. I was crying when she was done and I didn't care if I was looking silly.


Felicia told me how brave I was and she hugged me and held me close. I was brave and I had taken my punishment. I had lost the bet and I had paid the price and I was proud.


A red haired stunner like Felicia would not be who she is if she would be unaffected by holding a very naked Miranda in her arms. One thing led to another and we ended up in our very lovely bed. And soon it was not only Miranda who was naked but this is not the kind of blog to go into details regarding this. I can only tell you that it was a very nice ending to the evening. I can also tell you that my bottom is still smarting today.

Wednesday, 24 October 2007

Racing Disaster

Did you watch the Brazilian Grand Prix this Sunday? What a disaster!! A disastrous weekend on the whole but some of them were expected. No one really believed the rugby team would beat South Africa. They tried (pun not intended) and did their best but weren't good enough...sigh.


But the Brazilian Grand Prix was a double disaster. Not only did not Lewis Hamilton win the race, which means a very smacked bottom for poor Miranda. In addition to this he didn't ever win the whole series. I haven't told you before but this means something very bad. Yes, you have guessed it, a smacking of Miranda's bottom. And a serious one.


The first one, for not winning the race I was given that evening. Skirt up, knickers down and smack, smack, smack, as they say. A spanking is always a spanking and a spanking hurts. I wouldn't be the Miranda who blogs about this if I didn't enjoy being smacked but there is, still, no getting away from it. A spanking hurts.


Felicia did a good job and I felt it still on the Monday. I am ok now but I have still one to go. Felicia told me it will be something extraordinary since it is about the whole series. And she didn't even say when. Poor Miranda is a little scared now...scared but a little excited too.



Friday, 19 October 2007

Brunette Gets Smacked

'Revenge is a dish best served cold' is a proverb that doesn't impress my fiery red haired friend. No, she is not a person who listens to such nonsense.


Everything was perfectly ordinary as she came home last night. Not a word was mentioned about what happened in the bathroom (see Red Hair Gets a Smacking!). We had our dinner and then when I was washing the dishes I got this strange sensation that someone was watching me. I looked down for my first thought was that it was the cat who wanted more food. She always wants more food. Come to think of it, this reaction was quite silly since a part of me really knew that it was a red haired woman standing in the doorway.


There is something really menacing seeing a smiling red haired stunner standing in the doorway as you are trying to wash the dishes. Especially if she is equipped with a very dangerous looking bathbrush. Yes, I said bathbrush, not hairbrush.


The bathbrush has a long handle and, believe me, it can really pack a punch. If you see what I mean.


Without further ado, as they say, Miranda felt an arm around her waist and herself dragged to one of the chairs. So, still holding my pink dish washing brush (a brush, utterly useless for spanking, by the way) I found myself in the lap of my dear Felicia. She wasted no time and since Miranda is very kind and helpful she always wears a skirt (not always, she has been seen in trousers but the reports are unconfirmed and very unreliable). This means that exposing my bottom was quite easily done.


Ok, I had to admit that the knickers can be a problem when you are lying like that and the one removing them is holding a weapon in their hand but Felicia has been practising for a long time and Miranda may have helped a little.


Does the bathbrush sting? Yes, indeed, it does. Maybe sting is not the right word. And the sound is tremendous. You can really feel the impact and without warming up the whole thing was quite painful.


There was a moment I wasn't sure I could cope but as always, Felicia seems to know exactly when to stop. Or rather she knows when I would want her to stop and stops just a little later than that. Mean and cruel Felicia.


The fiery red hair had me remove my knickers and remove my skirt and finish off washing the dishes with a very red and smarting bottom on full display. It does make you feel...hm...quite vulnerable.


And to those of you who think that Felicia may have been a little too cruel or too angry I will just tell you that this is part of the game, part of the fun that these things happen. She wasn't really angry with me for smacking her bottom. It was just something that inspired her and weird Miranda actually enjoys being taken by surprise like that and taken almost to her limits. Actually it thrills me a lot. And, believe me, when I say that I trust my red haired stunner with my life. She can do anything with me because I love her and she loves me.


Thursday, 18 October 2007

Red Hair Gets a Smacking

Sorry for taking so much time with my blogging. Miranda has been busy. But something quite funny happened yesterday, something I think you want to hear about.


Anyway, yesterday evening we both were in the bathroom (or whatever you prefer to call it). You know how girls can be, always go there in pairs. We are no exceptions. I was standing in front of the mirror making sense of my sorry excuse for hair and Felicia was, well, doing something else (and I don't mean anything interesting, something ordinary, like looking closely at her hair and wondering if it is time to cut it or do something interesting with it...you know what girls are like...).


I don't know what happened but maybe Felicia dropped something in the bathtub. I know only that when I turned to her I found her leaning forward with her head in the tub. This means, as you may understand, that she was turning her backside towards me.


Felicia is a small girl, narrow hips and delicate limbs and all that but from that angle, her bottom became a very prominent feature of her anatomy. And it is a very lovely bottom, my favourite, really. At this very moment it was clad only in white knickers. Felicia was wearing a green top but from that angle I saw only her knickerclad bottom.


You don't have to be a spanko to realise what went through Naughty Miranda's head. The fact that she was holding a hairbrush in her hand didn't make those thoughts any less prominent. You could say that there was action without too much thinking.


So, I took a firm hold with my arm around Felicia's waist and landed the hairbrush on her bottom. It was as simple as that. Felicia was a little surprised, that has to be admitted, but she soon realised what was happening. I had during that time managed to get a few stinging blows in.


Felicia wasn't really chuffed and there was a struggle. I had a good grip so I managed to hold her down and continued smacking her.


I don't think she became any happier with me when I pulled down her knickers and continued smacking her bare bottom. Red hair girls are quite pale and the colour when smacked is very cute. Felicia's bottom is not very big but from that angle it was very interesting to watch. And Miranda found a strange pleasure in relentlessly smacking her very dearest friend in this way.


I have to say that Tiny Miranda is not called that because she looks like one of Uranus' moons. No, it is because she is very tiny. Felicia is stronger so she could have struggled free if she really wanted. She didn't. She struggled but somehow she let me defeat her and she let me spank her. I think that was very sweet, a token of love.


Anyway, she smiled afterwards but there was something in that smile that told me that maybe soon, Miranda's bottom would get a treatment with that brush. It hasn't happened yet but I am quite thrilled.



Monday, 15 October 2007

Hello!!

Good to hear from you!! We are chuffed, all of us. That there are people who are interested in reading about us. That is so great! Now I think, really, that Felicia has to stop being busy and pick out the hairbrush and have some fun with me and my bottom.


I know some of you who have commented but some are new. Welcome to my blog, although you don't have to comment to be welcome. It is great to see that I have readers. That is fantastic. You have no idea how very pleased I am.


And just a comment on a comment. Tiny Miranda is, indeed, one of Uranus moons. But to be honest I didn't think of it until I Googled myself...giggles.


Have a lovely...well...life, all readers!!

Friday, 12 October 2007

Love Our Lurkers Day

What is this? A blog post that is not about knickers, not about Miranda's bottom getting a tanning and not even about poor Miranda being naked in some way. This is about you, who read. You who lurk and read but don't leave any comments.


Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts suggested this day to be for you, to try to lure you into leaving a comment. Please, leave a comment, it makes me happy to hear from you. Felicia likes that too and even Bananas, the cat, wants to hear from you...but she lets me know that she would prefer that you leave her some food instead. She is like that.


Don't get me wrong? Please. However much I love hearing from you, I am happy having you still lurk. Don't feel forced to comment or that you are not welcome here or anything. That is not the point. Please, stay, read, feed the cat, listen to some music or just watch Miranda get her bottom whacked! You don't have to delurk.



Wednesday, 10 October 2007

Miranda, the Rock Chick

Not really, I work in a library, remember? I am more likely to be called a geek than a rock chick. But I do love a man with a guitar. And I love really rough and loud music. There is something extremely appealing and...hm...sexy with good heavy rock music.


It wouldn't be me if I just listened to anything modern. No, your Miranda has to be a little old fashioned. I do love the old bands, the ones that came before I was born. My absolute favourite band, all times, is Led Zeppelin. There is something, almost, magical about their music and I don't just mean Stairway to Heaven. No they have made so many other good songs. Like Heartbreaker, Lemon Song, When the Levee Breaks and many more.


Ok, now I will turn a little soppy. Led Zeppelin has written one of the loveliest love songs ever written. It's called Thank You:


If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be lovin' you.
When mountains crumble to the sea,
There'll still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all,
Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain,
Tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
Together we shall go until we die.
My, my, my,
Inspiration's what you are to me,
Inspiration, look see.

And so today, my world it smiles,
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done,
For you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad,
Happiness....I'm glad.


Anyway, that song is not very...loud and rough. Not like Whole Lotta Love. One of my favourite pastimes is to turn up the volume and play that song and jump around in our flat, like some lunatic. Preferably...now Miranda is blushing...with not much clothes on. I know I am weird, I know, but there is just something in that song that makes me feel, very...hm...sexy and naked. Best of all is to be a little tipsy, be together with your favourite stunner and dance naked to good music.


Monday, 8 October 2007

Half a Century

I have more than 50 blog postings now. That is something to celebrate. I wonder what I will do. Maybe have something nice for dinner and celebrate with my Felicia and my cat. Sounds like a great idea.


Am I more than usually silly? I suppose you know why. I had high hopes for this Sunday's Chinese Grand Prix. This was the day when Lewis Hamilton would win the title. Unfortunately it was not to be. He had to retire from the race and Kimi Raikkonen won and Alonso came in second.


There has been some confusion on my blog in the comments department what such a result would mean...in terms of colours on bottoms and such. It is quite simple. I had hoped for Hamilton to win which had meant that I got to give Felicia six of the best with the riding crop. That is simple and straight forward. That did not happen, however. This means that Felicia got to whack Miranda's bottom as much as she desired.


Can you imagine her smug face as Hamilton retired? 'You know what this means,' she said, as if I had any doubts. She was actually chuckling as she told me that this would teach me not to expect too much of a race and be too dependent on strangers.


We watched the race early in the morning so it was not even ten o'clock as Miranda prepared herself for her ordeal. We had watched the race in bed (lucky us, having a tv set in the bedroom...giggles), which means that Miranda was still dressed for sleeping. And dressed for sleeping (here comes a confession) means not dressed at all.


So while Felicia donned her dressing gown poor Miranda didn't don anything as she went and got the hairbrush. I am not too concerned about being naked in the presence of my own stunner girl (and the cat of course) but being naked getting a hairbrush knowing that it will soon be used on my very naked bottom is another kind of nakedness.


I had soon other things to think about besides my state of undress. Felicia was very mean. She said that she had almost wished for Hamilton to win the race, she thought that he deserved it but now, as things are with the bet and everything, she was very sad to have to spank me. I bet she was!! She enjoys it!


She can be very thorough, my Felicia, when she is in that mood. She took her time. This does not mean that there were any lenience in the application of said hairbrush to poor Miranda's backside. I know it wasn't an hour but it, sure, felt like that. She smacked and smacked and stopped for a while, checking out the distribution of rosy glow on my bottom. If she found any uneven distribution she soon applied the brush to rectify the error.


Your mind changes when you lie there and get your bottom smacked. It is a kind of autopilot who takes over. There is just you and your bottom and you don't think about much else. Maybe it is because I let her do it that I can accept it without any anger. I am still in some sort of control.


Anyway, I got dressed and made some breakfast with my bottom still stinging from the lost bet. I so hope that Hamilton will win the title. We have decided on something special for that occasion. I will tell you more later.


Wednesday, 3 October 2007

Sloppy Miranda

I got a little carried away by the things that happened Friday night so I forgot to report about this Sunday. Lewis Hamilton won the Japanese Grand Prix. Miranda is chuffed. He has a lead of twelve points over Fernando Alonso now. It is still not settled but he has a chance of winning the whole season now. A rookie that goes on to win it all. It would be so brilliant.


You know about our bet? A Hamilton win means six of the best for Felicia. And to be honest I think she needed them. The thing is that last time Hamilton lost we were both so angry with Alonso so I didn't get my spanking. This means that I couldn't possibly give it to Felicia now. It wouldn't be fair. We were both a little disappointed but it wasn't right.


So it was a spankless Sunday. Still we had scones with clotted cream and raspberry preserve. This treat diminished our frustration somewhat.


This week has been a good week so far. Yesterday Felicia chased me through the flat with a wooden spoon in her hand that she wanted to 'try out'. Out flat is far too small for a good chase so soon Miranda was caught and spoon was tried out. I do have to admit it is a good implement, for its purpose, I mean.


Anyway, Chinese Grand Prix is on this Sunday and this time there will be no lenience. I can assure you that whoever wins, there will be at least one sore bottom.



Monday, 1 October 2007

Back On Track?

Imagine that! We were having a night out, in a pub (sort of). Come Friday and Felicia and Miranda made themselves ready for a night out with some friends. It was really a long time since something similar happened and I am actually surprised that Felicia had time for something that frivolous.


Anyway, we were preparing and dressing up. The cat was angry because she couldn't come but Miranda was actually quite happy and in a very silly mood, trying out dresses and things. Anyway, I decided to take my black dress. It is, kind of daring of me to choose that one. It is quite tight and quite short and, although there is no cleavage, or anything like that, it is quite...revealing.


I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I took my high heels to that but no, that would not be Miranda, would it?. Instead she choose her new silver ballerinas from Primark, for four quid, cheap but pretty. Strange combination, I know, but I didn't care.


Felicia was dressed in a very pretty orange dress, almost the colour of her hair. I know you say that people have red hair but it is more orange, really. Her dress was short too and very sexy, I can assure you.


At the bar (pub, place) I felt very sexy. Not that I think anyone noticed, most girls being far more revealing and provocative than your Miranda. If you ever been out a Friday night in UK you know the wonderful British sense of style that people show. Sorry, I will not start sounding dismissive. I will concentrate on myself.


We sat there at a table, having some bitters and some wine, talking and having a good time with our friends (mostly Felicia's colleagues but never mind!). Then Felicia said she was going to wash her hands and with her eyes indicated that I should follow.


One great thing with being together with a girl is that you can both go to the ladies room together. Feeling a little sexy and looking at my very gorgeous stunner my mind wandered off and thought that, perhaps, we could manage something there and then. That is not really our usual style but after a pint or so even boring Miranda becomes a little daring.


I was, really, quite excited when Felicia dragged me into the disabled toilet (no room for two in an ordinary one unless you want to be very intimate...which I wouldn't mind really). She did kiss me and her hands were a little adventurous but it soon turned out that she had something else in mind.


With a grin she produced my hairbrush. She had kept it hidden in her handbag. Even in my adventurous mood I was a little shocked. Anyway, Felicia's hands made it clear that she wanted Miranda's skirt out of the way. I tried to stare at her and look serious but somehow I couldn't stop giggling.


So up went my skirt and soon - Miranda is still blushing - down my knickers. She didn't smack me for long but imagine my fear as I was thinking that someone may come into the room and hear us. It did sting and smart and my mind was really in turmoil. Knickers down, dress up, smacked bottom, lover's hands on naked skin, in a loo, with people outside in the pub. This is exciting stuff if your name is Tiny Unassuming Miranda.


We soon went back to our company and I am glad Felicia allowed me to pull up my knickers. Still I felt that it must show that my bottom was newly spanked. Our friends did notice that something had happened and laughed and giggled at us. They know us so they would expect something but I am quite sure that they didn't know that I was newly smacked.


Anyway, this is only to show that with some naughtiness a good friend can make an ordinary night in a pub to something, well, quite exciting. I was less inclined to sit and talk but rather desiring to go home with Felicia. Sitting there in that state and having to wait is not that bad, really. It definitely added something to the evening.


Friday, 28 September 2007

Lucky Me!!

Felicia came home yesterday in a very strange mood. She was given food. I tend to do that when she is stressed out. Makes her happier on the whole. Come to think of it, she is very much like Bananas (the cat), in that sense. Maybe I am living with two individuals who appreciate me most for my ability to feed them. I do hope that Felicia, at least, can see some other qualities in me.


Anyway, she looked at me with something that can only be described as a vicious smile and said that she wanted to spank someone.

'Ask the cat,' I said and thought that she would appreciate my wit.

She didn't really, and promptly told me the cat was too small and furry. She wanted to spank something smooth and vibrating.


Those of you who have read my blog gets that the last remark refers to something Felicia said in one of her few entries in this blog.


Her desire was clear enough so Miranda had to volunteer her smooth and vibrating backside to her friend. Well, it was not vibrating at that moment in time but Felicia soon made it vibrate and wriggle to her hearts desire.


Well, you know the drill, skirt up, knickers down, over the knee, hairbrush in hand and then smack, smack. It is amazing how you seem to forget how it feels to be smacked like that. It always comes as a surprise to me that it really hurts.


We where giggling like school kids afterwards and we knew then that this had been long overdue. I am not sure the spanking as such was the thing but that we did something together, with each other. I do love my very own stunner and her stinging hairbrush.


Wednesday, 26 September 2007

Unfair

I think it is unfair when your most beloved red haired friend is too busy to smack your bottom. The cat is no good and it is not, simply, the same. I want Felicia to smack my bottom.


I had great hoped for this weekend. Come weekend and Felicia had to stay at her department and work. How horrible is that? Miranda was not in the mood to go somewhere and do anything so she stayed home with the cat and her unsmacked bottom. And watched rugby. Rugby is fun, sweaty men who crawl around in big heaps. Too many rugby matches is boring.


Anyway, come weekdays but no more time to smack Tiny Miranda's bottom. No time for any kind of fun. I am glad that the red haired woman has time to sleep in my bed but Miranda wants more.


The clever ones of you will have spotted my plan. If I write in my blog about how unfair Felicia is to me then she will think that is a spankable offence.

Friday, 21 September 2007

Spankingfree Zone

No action reported on this blog this week. And that is because there hasn't been much of that sort, of lately. It is true that Lewis Hamilton did not win The Belgian Grand Prix but we agreed that Alonso's move in the first corner was so mean that this race doesn't count. In fact, we were so angry that we decided to go to Japan next weekend, equipped with some really nasty thingies, to spank the living daylight out of Fernando Alonso.


Of course we have no money for that and I am quite sure they would never let us near him, not with thingies with us, anyway...sigh. So we have to do with sitting here planning the whole thing.


Well the bottom line (no pun intended) is that Miranda's bottom is unspanked and quite well actually, although the rest of her feels a little unattended to. I have my hopes up for this coming weekend though. I could do with some naughtiness, right now.


Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Knickers, Some More


Someone asked me if I prefer to lower my knickers myself or have them lowered by the one spanking me. A great question and one that you most likely only find on blogs concerned with spanking. Anyway, it made me think. It is an important question and not easy to answer. Here it goes, though. I will give it a try.


When Felicia and I started with spankings, a long, long time ago. We were, really just playing with it, giggling like mad, thinking that we were really naughty. It was most often Felicia who did the smacking and poor Miranda's bottom receiving it. We were really shy then and of course she smacked me only on my skirt. It was naughty enough for us.


You know how it is, practice makes perfect or at least bolder. When she tried a hairbrush out she once flipped my skirt up and spanked me on my knickers. I was outraged and humiliated. Mostly because she was looking at my knickers, not so much because it hurt more. Naughtiness feeds naughtiness and soon that was part of it, the flipping up of Miranda's skirt. The reasoning was that spankings are supposed to be bad and if Miranda is embarrassed then it can be seen as a good thing. My friend can be very persuasive at times.


The day came when she thought it was not enough just to smack my knickerclad bottom. I can tell you she surprised me. I remember it clearly. It is not much to say, really, she just grabbed my knickers and tugged them down. Miranda was very, very irate and ashamed and protested and it took some reasoning to make her accept the logic of it. Spanking on the bare is humiliating and that is bad and being bad is what spankings are all about. Anyway, that was my first knickers down spanking.


Then came this idea that I was to prepare myself for the spanking, that being a part of it. This adds some sensations to it. I have to help in the making bad for myself. So quite often I had to lower my knickers myself. This is the way it most often is done in our household now. And I am not as concerned any more. It is not as overwhelming nowadays.


Still Felicia likes to pull them down from time to time. She likes the sensation of undressing me and baring me for the spanking. I like that too. There is something with that, to let her be completely in charge of it all.


This was not an answer, really. I prefer them both although I am most used to do it myself. Both varieties have something that speaks for them. Being stripped by the spanker is, kind of, exciting and...sexy but preparing yourself, being humble and obedient and doing it yourself is also quite...exciting. Enough of this now. If you look at the knickers in the image above you may, just may, see that they actually say 'spank'.