However 'interesting' my knickerless day at library was, Felicia sensed how annoyed I was when I returned home yesterday evening. She is a very sensitive girl. She is also clever so she, soon, figured out what is was.
I still had to tell her what was on my mind and when I said she deserved a spanking for sending me to the library without knickers, she said, yes. Imagine that!!! She said, yes, meaning that I was right, she deserved a spanking. I didn't believe my ears.
She even got the new brush and gave it to me. I was gobsmacked. I just stared at her.
It took me while to understand that she was serious and by that time I did, I was already sitting on the chair - the chair that so often has been used when I am to be smacked. Felicia volunteered to lie in my lap and asked if she should take down her trousers. I nodded in silence.
So down came her trousers and down came her knickers and without knowing how it happened she was lying there in my lap waiting for a spanking. Felicia, my lovely, red haired, stunner was lying in my lap expecting a spanking.
Tiny Miranda composed herself and got on with the task at hand. There was a certain meekness in the earlier smacks but soon I got the hang of it. I will never be a good spanker. As soon as I get a good hit I want to stop and ask if it hurt.
Anyway, I did smack her for a while and I did give her some good ones. I sensed that. Her lovely, very pale, bottom had turned to pink, almost red, when I was done. Felicia got to her feet and I looked at her. 'Well?' I said. 'It hurt,' she answered and that was that. She wasn't angry or upset. Instead she smiled and gave me a kiss and then she made dinner for us.
The evening was a very good one even if I was puzzled by Felicia. We talk about everything, generally, but there was nothing to say about this. And if you think about it, what was there to say?