Wednesday, 29 April 2009

Backfire

What can you do when your love is a little grumpy, overworked and generally stressed out and in a bad mood? You have to try to cheer her up. And best way is of course to do something you like yourself, for mutual benefit.


Anyway, we were sitting in the sofa waiting for Holby City (best ever hospital soap, ever). Oops, I needed to look in the paper that was lying on Felicia's side of the sofa. Oops, I ended up lying across her lap. What a strange coincidence that I wore a very short skirt. And even more strange that I happened to wear my polka dot spanking knickers. Oops!!


This was all very, very silly but I wanted to cheer up so I wanted it to be very, very silly.


She got the hint. 'You are a very naughty girl, Miranda,' she said. And you know we don't do that 'naughty girl' stuff but she actually said it. I think she meant it.


I was sort of expecting a slap on my bottom when Felicia decided she wanted to take action. Instead of a well placed palm on my bottom I got a finger in my midriff. This made me jump and cry out.


'Hairbrush,' she said and then I was sure she had really got the hint. She got the brush and I was soon back in her lap. This time my skirt was turned up. She didn't, however, pull my knickers down before she began to apply the hairbrush to my fair skin.


My polka dot spanking knickers don't protect me much, I can tell you. Felicia says they are an inspiration for her. That is why she let me keep them on while smacking my bottom.


The prude in me was grateful for this modesty but the perv that is living side by side was not happy with this. Spankings should be on the bare, we all know that.


Anyway, Felicia smacked along quite vigorously and this means some discomfort for me. I was still thinking that my silly, silly plan had worked out fine. I was quite happy lying there struggling with the spanking I was receiving. Felicia kept on for so long that I was thinking that those knickers were not coming down.


I don't know about you but there comes a point when you think that a spanking has gone on for long enough. At that very moment Felicia stopped smacking me. My bottom was quite warm and sore. As I said, spanking knickers don't protect that much.


'The rest on the bare,' she then said and started to take my knickers down. I think I even protested but she has this evil laugh I sometimes hear when she is getting in the mood, the mood for being cruel to her Miranda.


I was in for another dose of the hairbrush, this time on the very bare and very sore bottom of mine. Ouch. It did hurt. I was squirming soon and realising I had to brace myself to cope. The mood changes, you need to stay focussed but relax in a way, accept the situation.


Afterwards she stroked my bottom and told me it was hot before commanding me to stand in the corner. Have you heard? We don't usually do that but now I had to stand in the corner, knickers around my knees and holding my skirt up. Felicia was watching Holby City when she didn't look at my bottom and chuckling.


I stood there for some time, trying to listen to the soap. Then she told me she wasn't done with me yet. I was a little concerned. My bottom had received two quite lengthy smackings and wasn't really ready for more.


It was clothes off and across the armrest of the sofa for Miranda while Felicia got the belt. She had decided on the broad, heavy belt. The upside is that it has quite a big surface. The downside that it is rather heavy.


I soon forgot what was happening in Holby City when the leather began to come down on my very sore bottom. It was an ordeal, it really was.


It is strange what happens to your mind when you are receiving a spanking like that. You have to brace yourself for every lash (smack?) of the belt and it hurts, there is no denying that. Still you kind of welcome the pain, and get excited by it, sort of high on it. And proud you endure, that sort of thing. Mixed emotions to say the least.


Bottom really on fire when she was done and I took a deep breath. She told me she had one more thing to do. And this is really evil. She got the riding crop and told me she was to end it with eight of the best.


Strange what you let your lover do to you when you are lying naked across the armrest of a sofa. The riding crop, or horsewhip which I like to call it, is really evil. And Felicia wanted to make an impression.


It wasn't fun. It really hurt but my pride made me stay. It was a relief when it was over. Felicia was really proud of me, I was really proud of me, and of her. It takes some courage to smack your lover like she did. We didn't watch tv, there were other things more urgent.


My bottom is still sore today, hard to sit down. But there is a kind of joy in that too, knowing that it really cheered her up...and me.




Saturday, 18 April 2009

Slow

My mind is slow these days. You may have noticed I haven't blogged that much lately. To be honest I don't know what to write. I feel I am repeating myself, telling the same story over and over again. And that is because that is how we are, doing similar things every day.


I have seen the hit rate drop and I understand you, or rather those who have already left and no longer read. I know there are some who read and care and I can't say how grateful I am. But I don't know what to write about. Any suggestions? Where can I take this blogging thing without saying the same things over and over again?


Sorry for sounding a little blue but I don't really have much inspiration. Maybe it is still some winter blues hanging in there...or not. Take care, Dear Readers. Love you!




Thursday, 2 April 2009

How It Is Done

Just a short notice, Ireland got the Grand Slam by beating Wales 17 – 15 and this meant two swats on my poor bottom. Not too bad, I can tell you.


Anyway, it was said in a comment that I often write about spankings, doled out while kneeling on a chair. This made me wonder whether we have a preference for that or not.


I don't think we have a set way of doing spankings but it made me think. First and foremost, spanking is for fun. I know I have written about how other feelings seep in, like the odd occasion when Felicia has spanked me because she is angry with me or (something I haven't written about) when there is a kind of guilt in me that is relieved by getting my bottom smacked.


The bottom line (hehe) is that it is for fun, it is something we do together. It is strange to say that, since I am not the kind of person who enjoys pain and smacking my bottom isn't just some gentle slapping to get the mood up. No, Felicia spanks me for real. It hurts. I don't like the pain. It is still fun, something we share. There you have it, I can't explain it.


It's not foreplay. I know I have written about how we get into touching mood after a spanking and one thing leads to another but it is not the purpose for spankings. It is just something we do, and like.


How is it done? Most spankings are over the knee. It may not seem so in the blog but that is the truth. Over the knee, skirt up, knickers down and then smack, smack. Those spankings are for hairbrush spankings. I don't like her to hurt her hand. She becomes sore after a while. No, hairbrush is much more efficient. There has been some wooden spoons and ruler spankings over the knee but most often our favourite hairbrush.


The kneeling on chair, why is that? Sometimes she uses something she needs to swing. It's much better if we keep a distance then. And there is something grim about kneeling on the chair, adds something to it. Especially if you are naked.


We have an old sofa with a very hard armrest that is useful but you need to put a pillow on it first. The old fashioned pillows under hips, lying on bed can be good too.


All spankings are delivered on the bare and that goes for Felicia too. Can't explain, but it is not the same if you are wearing something. There are the odd knickers spankings but they are the exceptions.


When kneeling on the chair it is not very good if I am wearing a skirt, it will fall down, gravity and all that. So often skirt has to be removed first and knickers too. For some reason I have to remove my knickers completely before kneeling. Sometimes Felicia wants me stark naked. There is something special with being naked when being spanked, makes you feel that little extra vulnerable.


I like it when she is a little cruel to me. It's very special when she is. I trust her completely so I can really enjoy that thrill I get when she wants to spank me. Perhaps she tells me I will be smacked with the belt or the riding crop. And then I have to prepare, placing the chair and stripping off and that.


We don't have rituals and we don't do that silly, 'have you been naughty?' stuff but we seem to follow a pattern, often. And when Felicia does things to me I know she does just because she wants to be cruel to me, it really gives me a buzz. That is how twisted my mind is. But she does it for me, in a way, and for herself, it works out quite well.