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.