Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Back to Basics

I am back! We came back on Friday, having been visiting parents and old friends and such. It was very nice but it isn't always easy to behave. You can't really get a spanking from your girlfriend when you are sleeping in your parents house.

By the way, both our sets of parents are ok with Felicia and me. Her parents are really fine with it, they seem genuinely happy to see me. My parents are bit old fashioned and I think they are still disappointed that their daughter didn't come home with a handsome man. They really like Felicia so I think they are coming to terms with what I am.

Returning on Friday night was odd. We were both tired and awkward and wasn't really happy coming home. The cat was still with the neighbours and it was too late to get her. I felt disappointed that I wasn't feeling good for coming home and I noticed Felicia felt the same.

In the morning she made us breakfast and that sense of awkwardness still remained. It was better when we got out of bed. We got the cat and unpacked and had lunch.

Some time after lunch, Felicia told me she couldn't wait any longer. I knew what she was talking about. I didn't reply but got her the hairbrush and we went into the living room. Without a word I took down my knickers and lifted my skirt and leaned over her knee.

This was familiar. It felt odd and unusual at the same time. I jumped when she smacked me, surprised how much it hurt. She started out softly and after a while I began to feel at ease with it all. I knew I had been longing for this. I felt really silly for being such a spanko, for wanting it so badly.

Felicia knows me and when she noticed I was happy with the pace and force so she increased both. She gave me some really hard slaps and I jumped again. It was then I felt this strange urge for her to smack me harder.

I felt as if she should spank me really hard, like I wanted her to make it real, like the pain would bring me closer to reality.

I actually told her. I asked her to smack me harder and she hesitated a little but then she smacked me. I really had to focus to go through with it but at the same time I liked it. It wasn't like I found any pleasure in the pain but rather that I wanted to feel it, to become present and real. It was rather strange...strange but good.

Afterwards my bottom was really smarting but I felt relaxed and calm. I wasn't exactly aroused by it but I felt warm (not just in my bottom) and there was like the tension had disappeared. Imagine that! Spanking as a remedy for being tensed and worried.

Anyway, now I feel happy being home. Things are good and I am back blogging and that is not such a bad thing.


S. in Dallas said...

Welcome back!! I hope you enjoyed your vacation, but we are glad you are back!

S. in Dallas

Anonymous said...

Lovely to see you are back,and to read about the tribulations of your backside again! xx


Anonymous said...

welcome back indeed Miranda

Anonymous said...

welcome back, you have been a miss, hope there was at least 1 spanking while you were away ?

Miranda said...

Hello lovely people, good to be back!

Dear S. in Dallas, holiday was great but it is good to be back.

Dear Jim, that seems to be a source of endless interest (no pun intended...giggles). I am fascinated that it is so...well, fascinating.

Dear Bob, thank you.

Dear Anon, perhaps there was...who knows?