I told you last time that Felicia dealt with my slowness when blogging. For some reason she has decided that this is really something I should decide what to do with and since I haven't scrapped the blog I have a duty to post.
You know that Felicia is a lovely person and that spanking is for fun. But now she has decided that I really deserve a punishment if I don't do this correctly. Some time ago it was time to deal with me for my laziness.
It wasn't too bad at the start. She told me with her ordinary mean smile on her face that it was time for a spanking and that I should get my hairbrush. Said and done. She sat down on one of the wooden chairs and I am not stupid so I knew what was required of me.
She just had to tap her knees and I pulled down my knickers, lifted my skirt and took my position. She explained that this was going to be a punishment and I wouldn't like it.
Thing is, you never know with Felicia, if it is just banter and teasing or the real thing.
I knew quite soon that she was intent on making it hurt. She smacked me with some vigour and I soon jumped and squirmed. I kind of like that, when there is a certain intensity.
Anyway, that intensity kept on for quite some time. Miranda became more and more sore and after a while she had to really focus in order to cope.
Felicia was not done with me for a long time. She spanked me for a long while and I began to know that she had meant it when she had told me I wouldn't like it.
At last she was done and my bottom was quite warm, and quite tender, to say the least. It turned out that she was done with the hairbrush, not with the punishment.
She got the leather belt and suddenly I became very reluctant.
Don't get me wrong. It is true that I wasn't that keen on getting the belt, but believe me when I say that I trust Felicia with all my heart. She can do this kind of thing and I wouldn't dream of protesting. I want her to decide when and how to spank me.
Now she was determined and I had to take all the rest of my clothes off and kneel on the chair. Then I had to stick my bottom out and get the belt.
The belt is not that bad, but if it is applied on a newly spanked bottom it hurts. And Felicia kept on for a while. She saw from time to time that I was struggling and she stopped and told me it was a punishment and that I had to take it. It made sense so I continued to stick my bottom out.
There was one more thing before she was done. She put the belt aside and got the mean and horrible bamboo stick. The stick is a vicious tool on its own and demands a certain focus, at least from me. Now it was to be used on an already well treated Miranda.
She told me I was to get seventeen with the stick and she would make them hard.
It was a struggle. I think we both became obsessed with getting through it. The stick is really terrible and I fear it more than anything now.
I have never come so close to understanding what a real whipping is like, I mean, a real one, when they used to whip people in the olden days, when it wasn't for fun.
On the other hand, I felt such a strange admiration for Felicia, I couldn't really explain. She didn't do it just for fun, she did it to make me see I should not be so sloppy with blogging. It was, really, a punishment, and I think, really, I deserved it.