Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Red Cheeks

Who could have known that England would give France such a thrashing. 34 to 10, that is amazing. And the word thrashing leads me to what this post is about. I will just tell you, briefly about the 24 whacks with the board that Felicia got for backing the wrong team.

Felicia was a little reluctant but I persuaded her to take them in two gos. The first one to be delivered on her lovely bottom that instant.

I don't know what annoyed Felicia most, the fact that she was to be smacked or the fact that she had calculated it so badly, that France was, after all, such a weak team.

One thing that honours my Felicia is that she is not one to fret or try to avoid what is coming her way. No, she obediently dropped her trousers and her knickers and climbed the chair. She even meekly stuck her bottom out for me.

She has such a lovely bottom and it is really a shame to smack it when you really want to caress it instead. But, alas, a bet is a bet and a girl had a duty to perform.

The first whack is always a little hesitant. The sound was tremendous, though. It is amazing how much sound a little wood against soft skin can produce.

I gave her the next one with a little more force and she jumped. I almost chickened out then. I braced myself and got on with it. It was quite fun around seven and eight but I could see on Felicia that she thought me too soft hearted.

The last set I really tried to smack her good. And she jumped every time and looked a little impressed afterwards.

First half was over and you can't blame a girl for wanting to put lotion on a very pink and sweet bottom afterwards. We both enjoyed that...

Next instalment was to be on the Tuesday, yesterday, that is. And the same procedure was repeated. Red haired girlfriend soon knelt with no trousers and no knickers on the chair. Her bottom was quite recovered so I shouldn't really have to feel any pity.

Still it was much harder this time. The sound was terrible and although I am sure our neighbours can't hear it, it still scared me. And knowing how much it hurt didn't help.

In fact, Felicia was quite annoyed with me afterwards, a little disappointed. She wondered what the meaning was with a bet like that if I couldn't deliver the strokes. She even threatened with a spanking. A girl can be tempted but, sigh, nothing came of it.

It is true however, that a Miranda spanking is long overdue. And keep your fingers crossed for Wales to win on Saturday. However much I love to get a spanking, I hate to lose the bet.

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

Who is the Stronger?

This is Felicia, the mean redhead, who is speaking. I just wanted to say something and Miranda let me do it. She is very kind.

I have wondered a lot about who is really the stronger. You who read this blog know that it is the evil red haired woman who dishes out the spankings and decides this and that. But sometimes I wonder if I am really the stronger of us two.

Sometimes I wonder what it is that make me want to spank Miranda and order her around. Alright, it is fun to spank her. No one can deny that. To have her there, in my lap or kneeling on a chair, sticking her bottom out, is really a something delightful, a lovely sight and to smack that sweet bottom is fun, exciting and yummy.

She is like a sweet you can't resist and sometimes I just want to unwrap her and see what is under those clothes she is wearing.

It is a real buzz to just tell her to take her clothes off and she does it. Or to order her to prepare for a spanking and she does it. It makes me feel powerful, like a queen. She obeys me and I am all powerful. It is scary but enjoyable.

Why does she do it? Why does she obey me? Because she wants to, that is the only true answer. She wants it and she does it. There is no secret behind it. There is even a kind of competition between us.

I try to provoke her to do something she can't and she tries to endure whatever I tell her to do. She endures when I spank her – she can be very stubborn. She obeys when I try to shame her a little.

This makes me toy with really naughty ideas. Like telling her to undress in her library and meet the people in the buff and that sort of thing, or to strip naked in the street or something, or that I should sit down and spank her on the stairs of a museum.

The great horror would be if she really did it. I wouldn't put her through something really shameful but you can always have fantasies.

Don't be too worried about Miranda, now. There is a limit to what she will do. When Miranda says 'no' it is no. There is no room for negotiations. If she doesn't want to do it she doesn't. The silly thing is that she obeys me when I tell her to serve tea in the nude when Fiona and Kate are here but she says no when I suggest that we should go shopping for shoes to her.

Miranda is really the sweetest thing. She is never ever moody, believe me, she isn't. She can be sad sometimes but never moody. She says she is grumpy but she isn't, really.

She can be angry, however. She may not seem to be that kind of person but she can be really furious. It doesn't happen often but when she is nothing can get in her way. Bananas is scared of Miranda when she is irate. The cat never fears me when I am angry but when Miranda is, she does a runner.

Mostly Miranda is cheerful. Actually, she is one of the most cheerful people I know and she really can pick me up when I am down.

And she is beautiful, did I say that? She is. The loveliest, prettiest person you can imagine and she doesn't know it herself. But I will make her see it, even if I have to use her hairbrush.

Now I will stop and just tell you that my team is France on Sunday and Miranda has England. I decided to go with France, believing them to be the better team at the moment but we will see. The fate of our bottoms is in the hands and feet of 30 strong men who without doubt will be both sweaty and muddy on Sunday...sigh. And yes, just because you fancy girls you are allowed to have fantasies about the rugby team.

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

A Tale (Tail?) of two Spankings

I did have high hopes for Wales beating France and it was so close, so very close. But, alas, as it is now, France won by 21 – 16. Wales being my team in this match meant only one thing. Miranda's bottom was up for a rugby spanking. Five of the best.

Felicia, the mean woman, decided that we should wait until Saturday and so we did. Five with the dreaded cheese board is bad but not bad enough for me to lose sleep over. Still I was quite eager to get it over with the next day.

But there was no hurry. We went shopping and even had lunch out and all that before it was time. We returned home around three and then Felicia thought it was a good idea to spank me.

Sometimes I am really upset and sometimes eager but now I was just, not so very keen. I sighed and took my skirt off and climbed the chair and stuck my bottom out. She had only five but she decided to make the best of them.

She does have a good swing, that woman. She managed to set my bottom on fire in just five smacks. You have to admire skill when you see it...or rather feel it.

But that was not enough. Felicia was in one of her moods and told me how pretty I was and how immensely sexy my body is and that sort of things. Having read my last blogpost you know that this is nothing given for me and I really like hearing those things. But this time there was a certain menacing something to it.

Felicia told me to take my clothes off. It was Nude Saturday, she claimed. And she wanted to see my red bottom. What can you do? When your friend really wants something you do it. So there I was, stripping off all my clothes.

Then she insisted on continuing as usual. So there I was, in the sofa, with Felicia, reading the paper, having tea, chatting, all naked. Time and again she looked at me and smiled.

You don't really forget that you are naked but sitting there makes it more acceptable. I concentrated on the paper and a certain cosiness descended upon us.

This changed when it was time for dinner. No clothes were allowed poor Miranda when she was cooking. And no clothes when we were eating. Felicia had her evil grin on her face as she watched me clear the table.

All this is rather silly and when you know each other it is not a big deal but since she had ordered me and made no secret of ogling me it became a little tense. I was embarrassed but also a little flattered that she wants to look at me like that. I know you are supposed to feel all sexy and that going naked will end up in steaming sex. At our place it doesn't work like that. But it was still quite intense.

Then we watched a little telly until we realised that there was nothing worth watching. Felicia declared she was bored and she wanted to do something. This something turned out to be connected to my bottom. She told me that seeing me parading around the flat, all naked and with my bottom on display made her inspired.

It didn't take long until I was lying across her lap, she holding a hairbrush in her hand. Before she started she held it out and gave a long speech about how much she loves the hairbrush, how handy it is and how useful it is.

Then she started smacking me. She began with a steady pace of medium stinging smacks. I could tell that she wanted to keep on for a while. She did.

Your mind goes through all sorts of emotions when you are being smacked like that. Sometimes you think: 'this is ok, not too bad, I will cope'. Other times you think: 'oh, oh, this is beginning to be bad'. Then 'No, no, I am not sure I can cope with this'.

I have to blush now but I have noticed, sometimes that when she keeps up the spanking like this and my bottom begins to really warm up I tend to warm up too, the rest of me. That squirming and struggling makes you a little in the mood, so to speak.

And when you are like that, you begin to reconsider things. You start to wonder if not a very intrusive touch could be something nice and that if a certain hand would decide to touch certain body parts there would be no saying no.

The evil woman then ordered my up on the chair again. This time she got her belt, not the evil one but a lighter one. So instead of being naughty, Miranda had to get some more smacks on her poor bottom.

It was, kind of, weird. When you admit to yourself that you want to be naughty then being smacked becomes very intense. I don't usually get close to mixing pleasure and pain but this was as close as I have ever been.

I am happy that Felicia is as twisted as I am. She was in the mood too. She hugged me afterwards and there I was, naked against her clothes, bottom on fire but very much in the mood.

One thing followed another and redhead's clothes were disposed of and it was all very nice...although nice only covers half of it...smiles.