A Brilliant Idea

'I have a brilliant idea,' a certain redhead said to me yesterday evening.

'Hmphff,' I said, or something similar. Her brilliant ideas often mean just one thing.

'You had some good response for your delurking post, right?'

'Yeah.'

'I thought that I should do something too.'

'Yeah.'

'I think I will go and get your hairbrush and give you, say, ten smacks for each of the comments.'

'What a stupid idea,' I said.

'No, it is a brilliant idea.'

'So I am going to get a spanking because I get comments, and more because I get more comments?'

'Yes.'

'That's not fair.'

'I think it is very fair. Your readers have made an effort to comment and it is right and proper that you should do something in return.'

'Like getting a spanking?'

'Yes.'

'Hmpfff.'

'I'll get your hairbrush while you take your knickers down and then we can begin.'

There is always something very annoying when something like that is said in a very cheerful voice. And I hope you noticed that she called it my hairbrush. She is the only one who use it.

A little later I was lying across her knee, knickers down and skirt flipped up. There was a bit of bargaining, me thinking ten for each comment was a little too much, but lying like that is not a good position for negotiations.

'Do you want warm up?' she then asked.

'Does the warm up count?'

'Of course not.'

'No, then.'

She then began in earnest to make sure I was grateful for all the comments. She smacked me in tens and waited a little in between. The hairbrush is very big and very heavy, at least in Felicia's hand.

When she had come to the sixth comment, and I was thinking that it still was a long way to go, although my bottom thought it was quite enough, she stopped and thought for a while.

'This really cheers me up. I think, there should be one with the belt for each comment too.'

'That's not fair.'

'Two, then.'

'You can't just change the rules all the time.'

'Three.'

'Oh, I'll keep my peace,' I sighed, knowing that she was impossible to talk to when she was in this mood.

She promptly delivered the rest with the hairbrush, and I can tell you that it was far from as easy to take them as it is to write it here.

You can't kneel on a chair with a skirt, at least not when you are supposed to present your bared bottom to be smacked. So it had to come off, along with my knickers.

39 with the belt sounds a lot. I didn't mean the pun when I wrote this, but it is true that it sounds a lot. There is a very special sound, when the belt hits the skin. And the fact that it is your own skin makes the sound even louder.

Anyway, it was quite a thrashing. Felicia was in a good mood afterwards and I would be lying if I said I wasn't. You know how it is. It hurts and it's bad and all that but when it is over it is quite nice, bottom is warm and your friend is happy.

Today my bottom is still a little sore, which makes me think of you, dear readers. I am a very nice person because I actually enjoyed taking the thrashing for you...smiles.