Well, it was Sunday and Lewis Hamilton only managed a fifth place. It was very well done, regarding the circumstances but it did not save my bottom.
This time it was a very intimate and nice affair. Felicia's lap, skirt up, knickers down, some warming up with the hand and some spanks with the hairbrush. It was all very nice and not very horrible at all.
Then I realised how, really, weird I am. I wasn't very happy. Miranda was not a happy coney and I didn't realise what it was until later. I was disappointed. Imagine that! I was, really disappointed because my spanking had been so nice.
Really, a spanking should hurt. Isn't that the point? I should feel that I don't want it and when I am lying in her lap I should dread her and feel that I want her to stop.
I know that there are a lot of things going on when you are spanking and getting a spanking and sometimes you are upset and sometimes you are happy and aroused and all that. But you should not be disappointed.
Well, I told Felicia about it. Very kindly. She looked at me for a long time and then she smiled. She told me that this was not a big problem. She was sure she would be able to make me dread being spanked by her and she would take care to see to it that it would hurt next time.
I didn't like that smile on her face. I am afraid I am in for something special very soon. She didn't say when or how but I know she is planning something. If only stupid Miranda could keep her mouth shut.