Training Miranda!!

Obedience training!! Have you ever heard such an expression? That is what she called it, my own stunner. My Felicia called it obedience training. And to add to the horror, she used it when she spoke to our friend Fiona. I have told you about Fiona. She is a girl who really is a bit like me. She wants someone to, well, smack her bottom but she is no stranger to dishing out out herself (something my bottom has experienced).

Anyway, they were talking over the phone, Felicia and Fiona, and then Felicia says that I have started my obedience training. I could have killed her. I blushed from my toes and all the way to my hair. I know she said it only to annoy me and it is, kind of, annoying that she succeeded but still. What horrible expression.

Worst of all is that it is true. This thing I blogged about, this silly idea of Miranda not being allowed to cross her legs is not, as some of you may I have suspected, about giving Felicia an excuse for smacking Miranda's bottom. Oh, no, there is no such need. She smacks away any time she likes. No, it is about having me being aware of her orders. The spanking is just to make it more real.

Of course I couldn't stick to the rule. I do it all the time. I took the bus yesterday (my bicycle was in for repair) and I managed to sit all the time without crossing my legs. Of course Miranda was very embarrassed. When you think of it, it is not that strange to not cross your legs but if you know you are not allowed it becomes this sign of, you know, you being very...open (Miranda is blushing now).

At the library I did it, loads of times and I had to tell Felicia. I was spanked for it. Not too bad, I must say but I was. She told me she knew I would break the rule but she just wanted to remind me.

This, really, mess with my head. I think of it all the time. It is really annoying. Still Miranda almost asked for it. And I really want to follow this rule, for her, for Felicia. I don't know what I am thinking about it but the whole matter is rather strange.

I haven't forgotten my first rule. I haven't spoken badly about me. In fact, I am quite obedient and I am doing quite well...smiles.

By the way, the picture is not of me. It could have been me, though, after yesterday's spanking. Or rather, I think my bottom was even more pink than that. And my hair is longer.