Friday, 18 June 2010

F1 Racing and Its Consequences

We, that is Felicia, cat and me, sat down to watch the Canadian Grand Prix, this Sunday and to my great delight, I was treated to another Hamilton win. Now he has won two consecutive races and is at the top of the leader board. This causes for celebration. And who would suggest the form of those celebration but red haired and very proud woman?

I don't know what she was thinking but she frankly declared that although we didn't have any bets on the races this year, she thought it only right and proper that I would get to celebrate my hero winning by giving her a sound smacking.

Miranda is not a girl to miss such an opportunity. When I had made sure she wasn't just teasing me, I rushed off to get the hairbrush. Felicia had the smile on her face of someone who knows they are doing something good, like giving sweets to children or giving something to charity.

I wasn't seduced by her saintly smile and ordered her promptly to remove trousers and knickers.

'No, not on the bare!' she gasped and made big eyes.

'Oh, yes, young lady, on the bare,' I replied with my deepest voice.

Despite silliness, red haired woman's trousers and knickers came off and soon she was lying in my lap and I was having a go at her bottom.

It is hard to smack such a lovely bottom. When I told her, she said she had no understanding at all for my sentiment. I replied with a hard whack with the brush.

'Ha, that will shut her up,' I thought.

'That's not a spanking, you meekness personified,' she said.

I replied with an even harder smack.

I got into it and despite Felicia's attempts of not taking it seriously, I think she felt it too. She seemed more focussed after a while and I felt better.

'Making an impression?' I thought but didn't say out loud.

It is fun spanking a woman like her. I can, sort of, understand why she does it. I am not an expert, but a happy amateur, but I did get something of the buzz, I think.

Anyway, I smacked her as good as I was able and her lovely bottom turned pink. Since Mr Hamilton had won two races in a row, I thought it only proper to continue with the spanking a little longer.

Everything has to come to an end and even great things like spanking a red haired woman have to. She looked at me in a very strange way when she emerged from my lap and before she even had time to pull her knickers up she kissed me. That was very nice. One thing led to another but that is another story.

I have something I have to let you know, before I stop writing this post. For various reasons – like relatives and friends and being away from home and that sort of thing – I will not be blogging for a while. I will be back in August, for sure, so come back then and perhaps I will have a story or two to tell you about the summer, we'll see. Take care and have a lovely time, Lovely Readers!

Friday, 4 June 2010


As many spankos I tend to be a little preoccupied with the tools, liking some better than others and so. Yesterday my dear Felicia showed me an example of how I should think less of what I am spanked with and more of how it is done.

The hairbrush is a favourite of ours, it really is. It gives the right amount of pain and it is not too heavy, not too light. Felicia showed me, however, what a vicious thing it can be.

If someone you love takes you over her knee and pulls your knickers in order to spank you, it is something that can be quite that very special spanko way, that mix of dread and pain and excitement. You know what I mean.

That happened yesterday and since redhaired woman was holding the hairbrush in her hand I thought of knew what was going to happen. She, on the other hand, had something different in mind. She wanted to surprise me.

If you use a hairbrush on someone's bared bottom and you apply it quickly and hard and keep on for a while even the nice hairbrush becomes really grim.

Don't think badly of fierce ginger woman. She did surprise me, though. It hurt and I was a little shocked but it was more like: 'blimey...ouch...that hurt...mean woman...didn't know you could do that with a hairbrush' sort of thing. And she didn't spank me that long, it was just that it felt like a long time while she smacked me. It left me with a rather warm and cosy warmth in my bottom and we did have a lovely evening afterwards.

Spanking is for fun and sometimes a little surprise can make it even more fun.

By the way, the removed comment issue is all sorted now. Thank you for being so understanding. Maybe I won't get a spanking for it then...