This is rather confusing. I thank you for all your advice. You people have brilliant ideas. What makes me confused is that I realise I hadn't thought this through, really. Felicia is right, I have to admit, that between us it would be, rather, silly to have rules. We could have rules for fun. I don't know. I will have to think about what I really meant by it.
I think I had this idea of being punished. Having to bow to the inevitable, to have no choice but to accept a punishment, to, really, surrender to it. It is a little strange because I would only surrender to Felicia because I trust her with my life and because I want to and that doesn't make it inevitable but voluntary. I guess you can't just forget the free will and the fact that slavery is not allowed. And that slavery would be really horrible if it was.
I am a little silly at times and I started all this because I had an idea I wasn't sure what it was. And now I am getting quite close to breaking the one rule that Felicia told me she would accept. She told me that the rule number one would have to be that I was forbidden to speak badly about myself. I am quite good at that...but that is not so strange...I am very silly...oops!!
Anyway, if you read Felicia's post you know she wrote about a hairbrush and a bottom that needed attention. I can tell you that it was my bottom and it got quite a lot of attention. I don't know if her rantings on the blog made her in a good mood but she was very enthusiastic.
Very enthusiastic means a very red bottom for Miranda. She kept on smacking for quite a while and she was very happy about it. It is something really annoying about being spanked by someone who seems to truly enjoy what they are doing. Have you ever been spanked by someone who is humming a tune while spanking you? I have. I can tell you that it is a little humiliating.
But enthusiastic also means a lot of attention and I am a little like Bananas in that sense. I do love attention. In fact, that sense of humiliation actually added to the situation and I was, in the end, quite happy about it. I didn't sit on my bottom the whole evening, though, but that is kind of nice. I was lying there in the sofa, watching tv, with only half my pyjamas on (yes, you can guess which part!) and I imagined that if you turned the light off my bottom would light up the room with a warm red glowing light.