Wednesday, 28 January 2009

Overpowered

It is not often you are overpowered. And who wants to be overpowered? Really! I mean we all want power over our own lives and that is how it should be. Can't help having this fantasy about being overpowered. I mean really being overpowered, done things to against my will. Of course it isn't against my will, since it is my fantasy but the idea is kind of exciting, don't know why.


I guess you can play a little with that if you are with someone who is really stronger than you. I mean if they spank you and you, kind of struggle. Mind you, I really think it is abuse if you really, really, don't want it, of course. I am just imagining what it would be if you allowed yourself to try to avoid it.


Felicia is stronger than me but not that much stronger. If I don't want it, she would have a really hard time convincing me. Not that she would ever, ever do that, but still.


We have tried a little, though. I mean playing with it. It is kind of hard to get to it in our relationship, really. If she tells me to do something I will do it, full stop. That is a challenge and a blessing, believe me.


I do feel the urge to protest but that is the challenge, to let go and accept what she says. I had a period when I was very meek and didn't say anything but now I tell her that I am busy or not in the mood if that is the case. The reason why I do that is because I know she will insist if she really wants to spank me. I trust her to show me what she wants and she trusts me to say no if I really, really don't want it.


Anyway, we have played with this overpowering thing. Then Felicia ties my hand behind my back. We are not very much into that but it is kind of sexy to be bound, especially by a gorgeous redhead. She disposes of my knickers, of course, and traps my legs with her leg. In that position I am really stuck.


I try to get away from her but she can really control me in that position. Then she smacks my bottom and I can do nothing about it. This is really a strange sensation because it is almost terrifying but also a thrill surrendering to her. I guess this wouldn't work unless you really trust the other.


I hope you don't think us strange because of this. It is a game and Felicia knows exactly when I don't want it. She would never ever spank me if I really don't let her. I may be unwilling at times but I do let her. I have the last word in this. No doubt about that.




Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Silly Games


I wrote in the last post that I can be sexy and attractive. It has never been easy for me to have the confidence to write that. I know I can be but I am still quite embarrassed about myself and my body. Felicia thinks I should be more confident. Hah! Easier said than done. But while I am embarrassed she likes to use that.


In the evenings I usually cook for her. But sometimes she can look at me when I am on my way to the kitchen, beam evilly and then say: 'in the buff, Miranda'. This means she wants me to take my clothes off and cook in the nude.


She knows I will blush and she knows I will be embarrassed and that is why she does it. She says it is therapy for me, to learn not to be ashamed of my body. I know she just says that but it works.


Cooking is not a good idea when naked. You are, kind of, exposed to all things that are hot and so in the kitchen. If Felicia is kind I am allowed to wear an apron when frying.


Anyway, I am really embarrassed at first, when I take my clothes off and walk to the kitchen, having Felicia and Bananas staring at me. But after a while I get used to it, sort of. And then something strange happens. At least when Felicia makes her way to the kitchen to stare some more at me. I find that I like her stares.


Then I blush again but this time it is because I like her eyes on me and I see in her face that she enjoys looking at me. In that moment Miranda feels a little sexy and in that moment she can believe that it is a kind of therapy.



Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Changes

I used to be tiny unassuming Miranda. I was the kind of girl who was always silent, never speaking. I was terribly shy and very small. I was always scared and I was always worried something bad would happen.


Then I met Felicia. We were only thirteen but she changed it all. She was kind of quirky but she had much more confidence than I had. She was a bit of a loner, that is true but she was the kind of girl who didn't seem to care. I know school wasn't that easy for her but to me she seemed so confident and so strong.


We became friends and I went from being the shy and insignificant Miranda to being one of the quirky ones. This was a change for the better.


We did everything together. We were really bosom friends. We talked of everything and we shared everything and I wasn't alone any more.


It took a while for friendship to develop into something more than just friendship. I began to understand I had a crush on her when I was sixteen and it wasn't that easy to get my head around. It took even longer for me to admit to myself I had a crush on her and longer still to realise that she had a crush on me.


That change was awkward at first. The first kiss was nervous and weird. If it had been for that nothing had developed. The crush was stronger than all the awkwardness and worries and finally we became lovers.


It was really weird to realise I had a crush on a girl. But it wasn't just a girl, it was my dearest Felicia, my best friend, the one I trusted with my life, who knew everything about me.


Alright, it all sounds very sweet and delightful. We have had our patches. Actually, we were separated for a while and she had a boyfriend, only for a month, though, and I was lonely and miserable. I am happy that time passed and we got together again.


We still have rows and get really upset with each other from time to time. We are no different from others. I know it is a little unusual to become lovers when you have been childhood buddies like that but it is not unheard of.


And now I am no longer the unassuming Miranda. Felicia has taught me to be confident. I know a lot of things I didn't know when I was younger. I know I am not hopeless and ugly. I know I can be sexy and attractive and I know that my touch is magical and can make her happy. That sort of things I know now.


I know this is an unusual blogpost but I thought I should say something about where I come from. I have changed and I am happy I am still changing.



Wednesday, 7 January 2009

Public Spanking

I seem to recall someone asking for more public spankings of me. This is a little rude, I think but I will try to take it from the lighter side. Anyway, something happened last weekend that was pretty close to a public spanking.


We had friends Kate and Fiona come visiting. They arrived on Saturday and stayed over and left on the Sunday. On Saturday evening we went out for a bite to eat and then to the pub. I always become very silly when Fiona and Kate are here. I can't help feeling happy and when I am happy I tend to be a little silly.


It was a lovely evening and I became a little tipsy but nothing serious. I didn't even have a proper hang over the next morning. Felicia was up early but Fiona wanted to sleep and Kate was not really in a good mood. It wasn't until lunch they were back to their more normal selves.


We did nothing serious on the Sunday but took a walk and when we got back we ended up in our living room. It was then a very strange conversation followed. They all got in their head that Miranda had been behaving in an inappropriate way at the pub.


I am sure they just needed an excuse. I admit that I was singing a little at the table but that is not really cause for blame. Anyway, they were all in agreement that I needed some kind of correction for this.


So, without further ado they decided that Miranda needed a spanking, or two, or three. They were all very enthusiastic about this and who am I to deny my best friends? With a sigh Miranda followed instructions and soon was her skirt gone and her knickers around her ankles and she was lying over the knee of her girlfriend Felicia.


It was different to have an audience, I must say. It was much harder to relax and give in to the spanking. I struggled to keep my composure while Felicia, equipped with the hairbrush did her best to make me lose that same composure.


When there is someone looking who is not your most intimate friend you tend to think about where they are sitting, in what angle they look at you, what parts of your anatomy is on display and such things. It is all very embarrassing.


When she was done, my bottom was rather tender but Fiona took no notice but declared that she should continue with the correction of me. She was very keen on trying the bath brush and Felicia gave her the go ahead.


Fiona is a strong woman and although she didn't put all her strength in it she made an impression. They all found it very amusing and to some extent I was with them. I managed to just about cope with the smacking.


It was inevitable that Kate would have a go too. She decided to use the hairbrush and I was grateful for that but with a very well spanked bottom it was quite unbearable.


It was really an ordeal in many ways and I did struggle to cope. But it was also quite fun. We all laughed and giggled and enjoyed ourselves, at least they enjoyed themselves.


They all appreciated the little dance I performed with my hands on my bottom afterwards. They demanded that I should show them my bottom so they could inspect their work. I believe they felt a tad guilty when they saw how red it had become.


It is always great fun to have Kate and Fiona come visit but this was a little special. We have played spanking games before and I feel quite relaxed around them. They are allowed to watch. But it was still, kind of, special, this sense of almost public spanking.


I did forgive them for spanking me and they admitted that I hadn't been behaving inappropriately at the pub. I was glad to hear that, I was a little worried.