Monday, 31 January 2011

Dealing with Miranda

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.



Friday, 21 January 2011

Surprise

I am here again! Sorry for the delay. And for those who worry about it, I have been duly dealt with for it. I will tell you about it some day.


If you know me, you know I am little of a prude. This does not mean I don't like it, far from it. I have decided that I should tell you what happened the other day, come to think of it, it was last week, actually.


Felicia is a busy woman and when she hasn't spanked me for a while I notice a certain vigour in her onslaught. It is as if she wants to compensate for being neglectful by keeping on for longer and hitting me harder. This is not always a bad thing, though.


This evening I found myself across her lap, clad in nothing but a t-shirt. Felicia was wearing jeans. There is something very special with that feeling of being quite bared in her jeansclad lap. That sense of naked skin against denim, that sense of being naked in contact with the world. And then being spanked!!


The way I write about it should give away something of the state I was in. As I said, the spanking was long overdue and the heavy hairbrush became a formidable weapon in her hand.


She even had to take my arm and twist it and pin me down with it. It was quite delicious, really, despite the pain. There is a very special feeling when you lie there, getting your bottom smacked and not knowing when it will be over and done with. I was at her mercy, so to speak, and that was delightful.


I sensed that intensity that comes with her not having spanked me for a while. From time to time she gets in a really good one and she can tell from my reaction. Then she stops for a moment and seems to enjoy it because the next smack is well aimed and hard. She finds pleasure in seeing me jump.


Anyway, when she was done, I was quite spent and exhausted. I was lying there in her lap, focussing on my throbbing bottom, wondering what would dominate afterwards, the pain or that warmth that is so nice.


Felicia put her hand on my bottom and caressed it slowly. She often does that a little absent minded. I like to be touched although my bottom is quite tender.


Suddenly she stopped, seemed to take a deep breath and said:

'Dear Miranda, if it makes it any easier for you, think of it as part of your punishment.'

The next moment she slipped her fingers into me.


She knows I find this kind of intrusion both intimidating and quite humiliating. Besides that I find it quite arousing, and this she knows too.


I was embarrassed, I can assure you, but this time it was because of the power of the wave that surged through me. Oops, there was no stopping it.


I kind of lost control all of a sudden and it was with a sense of chaos I enjoyed what happened.


Felicia laughed but I could tell she was surprised. And a little frustrated I think. What she did to get rid of her frustration was to spank me some more. That was cruel.


She doesn't usually spank me afterwards and this time it was very immediately afterwards and that was weird. She didn't spank me much, but the sensation was unusual, I can tell you. Not altogether bad, though.


I helped her later to get rid of the rest of her frustration. That is something I quite like to do.