Thursday, 30 October 2008

500 Seconds

This is really, really silly. I know that. My blog had 50,000 hits the other day. I know it isn't much. Some pass that before lunch is being taken (spot the sporting reference here, if you can...chuckles). But for me it is a milestone.

Felicia thought it was a milestone too and a cause for celebration. Bananas just wanted food but she is like that. And celebration for Felicia often means a very special kind of celebration. Yes, you've guessed it: a spanking.

So, she came up with the brilliant idea of transforming the 50,000 hits to another kind of hits. A spank for each hit would be very much too much so she toyed with the idea of giving me one smack for every 100 hits. That is 500. That is really a lot.

I wasn't too keen so she thought about it and decided that each set of 100 hits should be transformed to one second of spanking Miranda. 500 seconds equals 8 minutes and 20 seconds.

To make it more memorable she took the hairbrush. So Miranda had to take her skirt off and pull down her knickers and position herself in the lap of her friend. The timer was set and smacking began.

8 minutes and 20 seconds can be a very long time when a determined woman smacks your bottom with a very hard hairbrush. It never ended and my bottom started to burn. Miranda was squealing and squirming but do you think that stopped Felicia? No, it certainly didn't.

At last, after an eternity the timer signalled the end to my ordeal and a very sore Miranda could pull up her knickers.

It all ended well. Felicia had bought me a very nice chocolate cake from the French Boulangerie. It was very nice and we had a slice each with tea. Actually, I had two slices. I was allowed. It is after all my blog and my bottom that was smacked.

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

Red Haired Gets Her Bottom Smacked

Did you watch the Chinese Grand Prix on telly? I did and Felicia did, even Bananas did. And you know what? Sweet Lewis Hamilton won. So red haired girlfriend had no other option than to offer her sweet bottom for a spanking. Six of the best is not much of a spanking but I tried to make the best of the situation.

Felicia had to take down her trousers and her knickers to receive her spanking and I had equipped myself with a hairbrush. She draped herself across my lap and it was time for smacking.

She has a very nice bottom. Girl's bottoms are really nice. When I sat there staring at this little wonder, I thought that those girls who prefer men lose out on this.

Felicia's bottom is very round quite fair and really soft without being too wobbly. It is a bottom made for spanking.

I proceeded with my task and smacked her. Since I could only give her six I thought that I should really put my heart into the ones I had.

I think Felicia thought I managed. She squirmed and jumped as I smacked her sweet bottom. I am generally a very kind person and don't really want to hurt her but this time I felt that I shouldn't hold back. I didn't.

It was fun. Felicia is of another opinion but a bet is a bet and she lost. Anyway, she took it well and didn't complain. She told me however that Hamilton will lose the next and last race of the season and then it will be her turn again.

I know he will win and I know he will win the whole championship and the bet says that if he does I get one occasion to spank her as much as I want. There is, of course, the slight risk that he will snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, like last year and then it will be Miranda's bottom that will be very sore.

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Japanese Sharking

You know what it is? It is a Japanese pastime that means you sneak up on some unsuspecting girl and pull down her knickers. Now you can film this and post the film on the Web. As many other Japanese peculiarities, like Teriyaki, Seppuko and Buto, this has, of course spread to other parts of the world.

Some think this is fun but others are not so happy about it, especially those being sharked. I for one wouldn't be very happy having my bottom bared in public, filmed and then out on the Web. This is really quite abusive and I do hope that those films are staged.

Although Felicia and I share our objections to the sharking of innocent victims she is quite happy to do that to me. It happens, from time to time, that when I am busy with something, like putting something on the top shelf of a cupboard or something, she sneaks up from behind and pulls down my knickers. There is always the risk that I will drop that priceless crystal bowl I was putting away but most often I keep my cool.

I am an easy target since I am most often dressed in skirts. Jeans are not good for sharking, I can tell you.

Anyway, the other day, I was busy standing outside our flat unlocking the door when Felicia decided that this was a good moment for some sharking. I can tell you that it is not easy to protect yourself when you are holding a key that is in a lock and at the same time are balancing a bag or two.

Felicia thought it was hilarious and I really had a go at her, because she did it outside out door and what had happened had some of out neighbours watched? She told me that the thought had been on her mind and that she thought it would cheer up most of our neighbours to be allowed a glimpse of my bottom.

I was not quite happy with her view so I decided to take revenge. For this purpose the dreaded fish slice came in handy. She wasn't so keen so I had to chase her through the flat and I didn't catch up with her until we came to the bedroom.

Jeans are not good for sharking and neither when preparing a objecting victim for her well deserved spanking. So I had to settle for some good smacks on her clad bottom. I am quite sure I got her attention.

The downside with living with Felicia is that she is stronger than me. I am not called Tiny for nothing. She wasn't at all happy with her punishment. Instead she decided to deprive me of the fish slice and use it on me.

I objected, I can assure you I did. But soon I was held fast by Felicia and positioned in such a way that she could use the instrument on my poor bottom.

Skirts are better for sharking and far easier when preparing victims for smackings. It didn't take her long to get my knickers down so she could assault my very naked and exposed bottom.

The fish slice is mean. Felicia is very determined. This combination and the lack of knickers makes for a very painful combination.

But afterwards she applied some lotion to my smarting bottom and I found that, after all, it was worth it.

Thursday, 2 October 2008

Testing, Testing

I am really, really depraved. I think I am. Something happened yesterday and it made me think.

You may have noticed the I am something of a submissive kind of girl. I can't explain it but there is a kind of cosiness in having my Felicia run the show. In the beginning it was the spankings, that was really everything to it. It was a bit of fun. But more and more, through the years I have come to enjoy the surrendering to the spankings.

In fact, I am so thrilled by it so I like Felicia to do things to me that I don't enjoy. In a way it has always been like that with spankings, both horrible and good, but sometimes I do long for being a little provoked so I have to struggle with the surrender bit.

I will tell you what happened. Felicia sometimes does things to me that are plain mean. I know she wants to provoke a reaction, take away some of my meekness and test where the limits are.

I do get terrible angry at times and Felicia has told me that this makes her proud of me. She is a strange creature, indeed. But sometimes the reaction is different.

I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes when she came in. I didn't look at her. Instead I continued with what I was doing. I sensed her coming up to me and I wasn't sure if she was to hug me or tickle me or something. That is as much thrill I can cope with.

I was a little surprised when she lifted my skirt. For a second I got this idea of her touching me in some naughty way. I had just started to blush when I realised what she was doing.

She gave me a really hard smack with the dreaded fish slice on my thigh. She managed to hit me on the inside, a good hit, some may say. It really, really hurt. I jumped. I even dropped the plate I was holding.

When I looked at Felicia she had that expression of curiosity and worry. She has that when she isn't sure about my reaction, I think.

Everything in my mind told me I should be angry. I should really have a go at her for being so mean to me. I should really let her have it, all my anger and irritation.

What happens? I stare at her. And then I feel proud. Can you believe it? I feel proud of her. She dared something mean to make me react and I was proud of her for it. And I felt how much I loved her for it.

I really love my wicked, evil and mean and wonderful red haired friend. That is how depraved I am. I love her for being mean to me.