Hello, this is Felicia writing, the mean redhead. Miranda has had the kindness to let me post something on her blog. She is very generous. Once she even thought it a good idea to have Bananas create a blogpost but her only contribution was to lie on the keyboard purring so it didn't really work out.
I know that Miranda talks about how mean I am to her, smacking her poor bottom and taking her clothes off and that sort of things. I don't mind that. It is nothing to how mean I feel when I do that.
Spanking Miranda is really a strange experience. It is lovely, no doubt about that. She has the sweetest and most delightful little bottom you could imagine and just looking at it makes me happy. Smacking it is such a privilege. I truly enjoy it.
But I know it hurts. I know it is painful, having me smack her. That is weird and it makes me feel mean. She trusts me with smacking her, giving her pain. That is something. That is such a precious gift. I can't really explain. It seems so terribly cruel to reward that trust with spanking her.
I know she likes it. We have been together long enough for me to know that. Still it is something bitter sweet, a combination of feeling mean and feeling happy. I am blessed with the privilege of smacking her sweet bottom and I never ever take that for granted.
Anyway, the other day she was grumpy or sad even. I think it is the winter, it gets to her. She is no longer her cheerful self and is generally quite miserable. Miranda is really the kindest and loveliest person anyone can imagine, silly, alright, and sloppy at times but you couldn't find a kinder and more affectionate person. I trust her with my life.
Generally, spanking is not a good idea when Miranda is in that mood. Really, you don't want to anger her. It doesn't happen very often but an irate Miranda is nothing you want to come across.
For some reason Miranda dared me to spank her. We had some tiny little argument about something. We weren't angry or anything, just discussing. For some reason I took her up on the challenge although I feared it was a bad idea.
I could sense how not in the mood she was for that but she complied and soon she was across my lap and I had the hairbrush in my hand. One thing followed another and I started to smack her. I have to admit I got a little carried away and soon she was squirming a little.
Then something happened. She cried out, almost in anger, and I stopped immediately. Then she sounded very angry when she told me to go on. I did and she endured her spanking.
I have to admit that I was a bit worried I had been too cruel to her and when she turned to me she was crying. We hugged and she cried on my shoulder. I know those tears. They are not angry tears, not even sad, they are the tears she cries when tensions go away, when she feels better.
Believe it or not, something happened that made her feel better. I don't think spanking is a remedy for winter blues but maybe she got something else to think about or something.
It was good to see her smile again, afterwards. And I did ask her permission to write about this. Winter gloom doesn't disappear with a spanking but it was something unusual that happened and I felt privileged to be in on it. Take care and be kind to each other!