I guess you knew that already. And I know it too. But what I mean is that it can be fun to do the spanking. I suppose some of you knew that too.
What happened was that yesterday I thought we should switch roles a little. For once there shouldn't be my bottom on the line, if you see what I mean. I told red haired woman that she was in for a spanking. I even said she deserved it. That was stupid. She asked me and I couldn't really say.
I still maintained that she should get a spanking. She looked at me for a while, looking inscrutable. Then she nodded and said that I should go ahead on one condition. That condition was that I was to give her a good one. No fuss, no tapping and gentleness, no, a real spanking, was what she demanded.
Said and done. Felicia was soon lying in my lap, jeans down, knickers down and I was sitting with the hairbrush in my hand. I felt a little nervous and wondered if she ever is nervous. I have done it before but still it felt a little scary.
I began smacking her and tried my best but she wasn't happy. She wanted to feel it, so I smacked her harder. I think she began to feel it, because she was silent for a while.
Felicia has beautiful red hair and quite fair complexion, she isn't the typical freckled redhead but she is quite fair. And when her bottom is smacked it takes on a very nice pink colour. I was (again) fascinated and decided to apply the brush so as to get a nice colouring of her bottom.
I guess I got a little preoccupied with that and forgot about smacking hard. Felicia made some noises that seemed to imply that I was being boring. So I decided to really give it to her.
I felt a little scared but it was also quite fun. I smacked her really hard and I could feel it in her body that it hurt. I had some misgivings but she had told me to do it properly and I knew she would tell me if I hit her too hard.
When I was done her bottom wasn't just pink but had turned into a more fierce red. I knew that colour and I knew how it felt. I knew she would feel this for a while and I was wondering what she would think, sitting there at some seminar or talking with some lecturer, feeling her bottom being a little sore. I was, kind of, proud of what I had achieved.
And so was Felicia. She gave me a hug and told me I had been a good girl. Hadn't it been so silly to say that, I could have been a little annoyed with her, but when she smiles like that, I go for the hug, every time.