There should be some kind of rule against red haired girlfriends' reading your blogs, especially if those girlfriends have the right to smack your bottom. I said something, in my last blog post, about keeping my knickers on unless forced to. I can't really say I had to go out without knickers but a certain red haired girlfriend kept Miranda without her knickers for a long time yesterday.
Anyway, it was time for me to get my F1 spanking, so when Felicia got home in the evening she immediately got my hairbrush and ordered me to get over her knee. I had some mixed feelings about that but I knew I had it coming so I wasn't, really, surprised. Anyway, skirt came off and knickers came off. She wanted it that way and Miranda is not disobedient.
Anyone who knows this kind of thing knows that there is a very special thrill you get when you place yourself in the lap of someone you love, who is equipped with a hairbrush. And especially if you aren't wearing that much clothes. You know what is coming and you are scared but also excited. That kind of sensation is very special. And I can't really describe how it feels when that sense of anticipation turns into realisation, or what to call it. That is, when hairbrush starts to smack your bottom.
She kept on for a while but Miranda was in such a state that she rather enjoyed it. That is to simplify things but it was kind of good to be smacked like that.
My bottom was a pretty pink as I got up and went out into the kitchen to cook for us. Naughty girlfriend didn't allow Miranda to put on knickers or skirt. She said she wanted to enjoy the sight of my pink bottom while cooking. She does that only to embarrass me and it works.
Not even when it was time to eat was I allowed to dress. Instead she gave me some more smacks on my already smarting bottom. So there was Miranda eating her dinner on a very bare and very pink bottom.
But she wasn't done with that. No, after dinner we went out into the living room and another trip over the knee. This time it was more unpleasant since my bottom was already a little tender. But Miranda can be resilient and she endured. Can't really explain the sense of pride that goes with enduring something like that.
No skirt or knickers after that either and now Miranda's bottom had started to turn red. Felicia looked at me and smiled her most wicked smile. She really enjoyed this and she looked at my bottom and said it had a nice colour.
Not that Miranda dislike this kind of attention but it was a little cruel. Although I have to admit that it was, rather, nice to have her look at me like that.
I wasn't really prepared to the goodnight spanking that was to follow. Before we went to bed I was taken on another trip across her lap and another go with the brush. Miranda was rather unkeen on this and there were tears. It is, kind of, nice to start crying when it hurts like that.
Don't get me wrong! Don't think Felicia is cruel and brutal with me! I do, really, really, enjoy letting her have her way with me. I want her to do this, making me cry and making me surrender to her. We are just ordinary people, not like I am her slave or anything but it is good to be hers like that, have her smack my bottom till I cry, let her be the boss, completely. That is what I want.
Miranda's bottom was bright red when she went to bed. I am not used to that. I very seldom get bruises and most often my bottom is, well, just pink. But now it was red.
There is a new race on Sunday. Please, please, let Hamilton win it!