As you may have noticed, I haven't blogged much lately. My only excuse is that we both have been stressed out (not Bananas, she is never stressed, unless she is in the living room when she hears the fridge door open). Felicia is wrapping up her dissertation, finally. I am glad for her but it means a lot of work.
I am taking a course in Creative Writing at Open University. Felicia doesn't want me to remain a librarian for the rest of my life. We will see where it all ends, I think it is more money in Economics than in literature and writing, but anyway...
We have been busy and not much time for fun, neither with hairbrushes nor ropes. Yesterday something unusual happened, though.
It was quite late and Felicia was sitting with her books and the computer, working. I had been watching telly feeling lonely. I know she has to work and work but it is not good for her. She is tired all the time and doesn't realise it is bad for her to sit hunched over her books all the time.
I don't know what flew into me but I suddenly decided that things had to change. So I went into the bedroom, where we have the computer and where Felicia was sitting.
She looked a little stressed when she turned to me with an expression on her face, saying: 'I know what you are going to say but I have to get this done.'
'Felicia,' I said.
'Have you come to tell me to come to bed?'
'No,' I said, 'I have come to give you a spanking.'
I think I saw her prick up her ears but I can't. Bananas is good at that but Felicia is human so she isn't.
'Why?' she asked.
'Because!' I said.
She looked at me and then she nodded. Up till that moment, I hadn't been sure what would happen but when she actually nodded I knew she had accepted it.
Anyway, I took her by the hand and led her into the living room. I took a chair and placed it by the sofa. I then went and got my hairbrush. All the while, Felicia just stood there. I have to admit, I was feeling rather weird.
I sat down on the chair and told her to take down her jeans and she meekly obeyed. I took her in my lap and then I spanked her. Believe it or not, I smacked her bottom and she squirmed but said not a word in protest.
I have to admit there was a bit of frustration coming out in my smacking her bottom. It's not the best way, I know, but I do trust her to say 'no' when something is wrong.
It felt really good to smack her. I am sure she felt it. I am a small person but with a hairbrush in my hand, I can make an impression.
It was, kind of, weird to spank her, just like that, just because I had decided she should have a spanking. I knew I did it to get her mind of her books but I think I did it for me too, to show her I was there.
Her bottom became red and she showed all signs of being a little uncomfortable. I smacked her for some time and felt quite good about it. I feel that from time to time, when I do the smacking, that I can understand the appeal.
When I was done, she stood up and caressed her bottom. Then she turned to me and said:
'For reminding me what's important.'
'No, silly, you.'
Then I undressed her and put some lotion on her bottom, undressed myself and got into bed (yes, of course we brushed our teeth first!).
Felicia was relaxed and fell asleep in my arms. I, on the other hand, was quite agitated and couldn't sleep. However fun it is to spank someone, it isn't good for your sleep. I much prefer to get the spankings, at least at that time of the day. Anyway, I think it was a good thing, on the whole.