tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62766414205286018232024-03-14T08:02:00.374+00:00Tiny MirandaMirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-71609239710715068132012-12-18T15:04:00.000+00:002012-12-18T15:04:13.590+00:00...Think I Do, Actually...
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haven't been very kind to my readers, have I? Not writing for half a
year. That's bad. I know some of you (if you're still out there)
think I deserve some kind of punishment for that. And I probably do. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">To
be perfectly honest, I have found it hard to write. Life goes on, and
this spanking thing has taken a back seat, for a while. I don't
really know why. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I
have always written about the light side of it, the fun side, and to
me that has always been important. I am not saying it isn't fun, any
more. Rather that we haven't had much time for the fun bit, and that
is sad. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">At
the moment I have had doubts about it, feeling silly for enjoying it.
What makes a grown up woman enjoy being smacked on her bottom?
Really? I'm not saying it is wrong, or even that it is silly, just
that it hasn't been the same for a while. Maybe I'm growing up, and
having a period of self doubt and reflection.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Spanking
has never been the main thing between Felicia and me. It has almost
always been there, though, like a thing we do for the fun of it. I
said almost, because it wasn't at first.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I
met her in my first year at uni. I was young and stupid (I'm less
young now, but still stupid). Not that that had anything to do with
it, but I was. She just appeared in my life, this beautiful,
impressive, gorgeous and fantastic woman. It would be so easy to say
I fell in love with her, but it wasn't easy. I was overwhelmed,
although in the most positive sense of the word.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">We
became friends, and I could think of nothing but her. Still the
thought of being in love hadn't entered my mind. I was quite
inexperienced, then. Not completely unkissed, but not very
experienced, either. Felicia had become my friend, and I was in awe.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She,
on the other hand, knew what she wanted. And when she showed me it
could be a physical side to our relationship I was stunned, and
terrified. I didn't believe I was into girls, and realising that all
this awe, all this fascination, was part of something else, part of
falling in love, was really strange, for me.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Looking
back, it should have been obvious that I was really into girls, but
at the time, I didn't understand that. I said I was stupid, didn't I?</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Spanking
came soon afterwards, but not immediately. Felicia often joked about
it with me, said she should spank me, or that I deserved a
punishment. At one time I dared her, and she spanked me. That's it,
really. It was all very silly, and done with a lot of giggling and
that sort of thing. But I liked it.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">When
she did it again, she was a little harsher, and I told her that it
hurt. 'It is supposed to hurt,' she replied. And I think it was at
that moment it became something very special.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It's
a long story, and we've gone through different stages, but it has
always been for fun, and not really a part of some
submission/dominance thing, not really, although she is very good at
taking charge, and I quite like that. But we don't have that kind of
relationship.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Neither
is it just sexual, not a kind of foreplay. I'm not stupid, I do
understand that 'fun' really means exciting or arousing, but spanking
is quite separate from sex...most of the time.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Anyway,
I just wanted to tell you about this. And that it hasn't been so much
fun for a while. Not that we don't enjoy it, rather that it seems as
if we don't have time for fun.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Last
Saturday, Felicia smacked my bottom, with my hairbrush. I said I
thought it felt a bit silly, but that is more when I try to talk
about it. Then it wasn't. I really liked it, and I felt I had missed
it.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I
do like it when she spanks me the right amount, so that it isn't just
'tap-tap' and for shows, but that it hurts, really hurts, but not too
much, just the right amount of sharpness. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Take
care, and sorry, once again, for waiting so long to post. And just to
add a little joy to the winter darkness, this post is accompanied by
a completely unrelated but nice picture of a girl in pointe shoes. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Just
a note. I have had to, temporarily, monitor the comments. It's
because I won't be able to check the blog for a while, and there is
just so much spam coming through, at the moment.</span></span></span></span></div>
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</span>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-40020266865569573872012-06-11T09:57:00.000+00:002012-06-11T09:57:04.911+00:00I Deserve a Spanking<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmnEzcSR9bpuKbA0qWXqrJ0-HNtWhjO1bHx2Th5UO79ne7HgH2y9DjhuH9OAV-AJyJaCw_AgEEisNRRyjg3Ktr7pD8x7W4Od1kpvRpHnm7KGxIjQu-ewt6IoE063GMDw-huiW8yfWVYE/s1600/wtf10_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmnEzcSR9bpuKbA0qWXqrJ0-HNtWhjO1bHx2Th5UO79ne7HgH2y9DjhuH9OAV-AJyJaCw_AgEEisNRRyjg3Ktr7pD8x7W4Od1kpvRpHnm7KGxIjQu-ewt6IoE063GMDw-huiW8yfWVYE/s320/wtf10_m.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">...I really do. I haven't
written anything on the blog for ages. There are no really good
excuses, although we have moved house, had some tragic things happen
in our families, and we've been generally preoccupied with things far
removed from anything that suits the blog. We are still together, I
love my Felicia more than ever, the cat, Bananas, is still going
strong, still grumpy and lovely. My redhead still enjoys smacking my
bottom, although the frequency has been frightfully low.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The only thing I can
offer you is my sincerest apologies for being so lazy, and offer up
my bottom for a severe punishment, which red haired woman has
volunteered to dish out on your behalf. There is a risk, though, that
I may enjoy it more than I deserve.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Hope you are fine, and
happy, if you are still there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The very reason that I
finally got down to writing, was that last Saturday, Felicia
commanded me to kneel on our very hard, and unpleasant chair (which
came with us to the new place), and she had, furthermore, decided
that I should do that without any clothes on. This was, of course,
only to make it easier for her to use the belt on me. Not that she
used it all over my body, only on my poor bottom, and thighs, but she
thought that I should be properly dressed for the occasion.</span></div>
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I can tell you that spankings tend to become more romantic and nicer
the more you think of them, and you tend to forget the harsh reality.
It hurt, it really hurt, and Felicia thought we should do this
properly, no meekness and sloppiness in the delivering of the lashes.
No, she was quite happy to swing the belt after not having done it
for several months.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It was great, though. I
had forgotten the happiness it brings to me. I was almost crying with
some kind of relief afterwards, and red head spanker was moved too.
My bottom still smarts, but I am glad we have got back to our old
ways again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Will be slow in writing
for a while, but later I will try to write more often. Otherwise
Felicia has promised to spank me.</span></div>
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<br /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-92059118873481207732011-08-19T12:43:00.000+00:002011-08-19T12:44:21.575+00:00Hello <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We're back. It's been a strange time, a visit to parents, home to work a couple of day, then a week there, some more work, then a little bit of holiday there. The real downside has been that there has been no time for spankings. And some were needed. Since my last blogpost, Hamilton has won once and had three fourth places. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was not until last weekend we had time to deal with this imbalance. Red haired friend insisted on taking them in the right order. That meant I got one on Saturday.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">She had missed it. I could tell. She really relished it, enjoying every second of it. No restraints but she wasn't harsh, rather took her time. It was great, I had really missed it. She decided on the hairbrush but kept on for some time. I was quite sore afterwards, but happy.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then another on Sunday. This time she took the bath brush and the hairbrush and did a pretty good job. Not that she was brutal, this time either, but on a tender bottom...you know what I mean.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then it was my turn. And some of you would think that two spankings would make me be rather harsh with her. It had the opposite effect. She was annoyed with me for being so meek.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">My third spanking was due on Monday, and she took it on her to inspect my bottom when I got home from work. It was a very matter of factly affair. She sat down and had me take my knickers down and lift my skirt so she could inspect me. She decided to postpone it to Tuesday, when the same procedure repeated itself.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, I got the last racing spanking on Tuesday, and this time she was a little stricter, which was a little hard, since my skin was still affected. Anyway, we got through this too.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%" lang="en-GB">
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<br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Hello, dear friends. It is summer and despite the lack of sunshine it is a good time. A time for short skirts and no tights, and some warmth in your body and wanting to be touched and the general sweetness of being around and being with someone. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB">
<br /></p><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I know there are at least some of you patient enough to still check this blog. I just wanted to tell you that now comes the time when we are not so much at home and I will not be able to blog very much. Not that I blog very much anyway, but it may be some time before there will be a new post here, but I will be back. And hopefully, there is something to tell about how mean a certain redhaired woman has been to my bottom or so. Take care and don't forget to be kind to yourselves and each other.</span></p><p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; " lang="en-GB">
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<br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-70225146592997102722011-06-14T14:50:00.000+00:002011-06-14T14:51:26.454+00:00Drat!<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Naughty Hamilton, naughty, naughty Hamilton. Not only did he not get on the podium, he got himself knocked out of the race, altogether, almost taking Jenson Button with him.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">This called for extra punishment of Miranda. I couldn't really argue against it. I actually let Felicia have her way completely.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She was in a good mood. She told me to get the bath brush and the riding crop(!) and then wait in the living room. This was enough to make my heart sink. But that was not enough for her. When she said wait in the living room, she meant, go into the living room, take off all your clothes, and then sit and wait with the dreaded tools.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">So, kind and obedient Miranda got the terrible thingies and went into the living room, took all of her clothes off and sat in the sofa waiting. Felicia was in no hurry. She had me sitting there for quite some time.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Truth to be told, it's not just dreadful, it is also, kind of, exciting.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, when it was time she came in and took the bath brush. She had me lie in the sofa, on a pile of cushions and then she smacked me. When a red haired and very mean woman stands beside you, armed with a bath brush, and you lie there in the sofa, with your bottom on display, and very, very naked, you feel a kind of exposure, that you are at her mercy.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Standing by my side like that, meant she got a good swing. It hurt, I can tell you. She told me she enjoyed the sound and actually aimed at different parts of my increasingly hot bottom only to listen to the sound.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">So, still naked, and thoroughly spanked, she told me, there was time for punishing me for the extreme naughtiness of Lewis Hamilton.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I had to climb the chair and stick my sore bottom out and Felicia took aim with the riding crop.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She likes the riding crop, it has a very special sound when it swoops through the air. She likes the sound of it hitting my tender skin, too.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">My bottom was really red and very affected afterwards, a little darker in places. It was almost so much that she felt a little bad about it. I still felt it the day after, I can assure you, and the day after that.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">The good thing with being spanked by the love of your life, is that it is very easy to take care of any kind of other hotness that may occur.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-25208999025417231232011-05-27T09:23:00.000+00:002011-05-27T09:24:43.772+00:00A Fair Bottom Warmed<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Since my last post there have been two races, both won by S. Vettel. If you worried about it, I can assure you that Felicia took care of giving me the required spankings. She is very efficient, I have to say. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">In the comments, to the last post, someone suggested a game of taking off clothes according to Hamilton's position in the race. However a good idea, this seemed a little complicated. Felicia found some inspiration in this, though, and said that depending on Hamilton's final position in the race (the position that decides if and how I am going to be spanked) she would demand my taking off my clothes. Bottom line is that if Hamilton is on the podium it means a normal spanking, hairbrush, knickers down, five minutes, no more. If he isn't on the podium, it means no time limit, tool of Felicia's choice and a naked Miranda.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She was a bit miffed that Hamilton was second, last race, but promised me that she will make up for it whenever he will not end in the top three. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I can tell you, though, that I turned the tables, the other day. You know the sign of Yin and Yang, how there is a small black dot in the white and vice versa. I thought that although it is true that it is Miranda's bottom that is the bottom that is spanked in this household, there is room for a little bit of the opposite too.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">On the Tuesday, after we had had dinner, we sat, lazily, in front of the telly, watching whatever was on it. I decided that this was so boring so I wanted to cheer us up a bit. I got the hairbrush and simply told the red haired woman that it was time for a spanking. As she looked at me, I knew she wasn't sure exactly what I meant, but that when I sat down in the sofa and tapped my knees she knew.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She is the spanker and she is the one calling the shots in our home, so there was a moment when it could have backfired. She might have told me she didn't fancy it and given me a spanking instead. I was, actually, a little nervous when she smiled a strange smile and crawled over and put herself in my lap.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'You are forgetting something,' I said, strengthened by my success.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'What could that be?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Don't get smart, now, you know what I mean.'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; " lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Do I?'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; " lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Spankings are always delivered on the...'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; " lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'...Bare.'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; " lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Right! So, what does it mean, my dear red haired friend?'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; " lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'You are actually telling me to take my trousers down?'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; " lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Not only your trousers.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I guess it's only logical.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Logic is important to Felicia. She sighed and unbuttoned her jeans and then she pulled them down along with her knickers.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Then I spanked her. I have done it before, but I am not a good spanker. I started out a little meekly, scared of hurting her(!). It is true, I did, but that only lasted a moment. Then I thought that a spanking actually hurts, and that the very reason for spanking someone is to make it hurt.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">It was much more fun after that. You may think I am a mean person, now, and maybe I am, but it was, kind of, fun. I didn't hurt her a lot, just enjoyed smacking her fair bottom with the hairbrush that so often has descended on my own unprotected skin.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Alas, everything comes to an end, and so did this spanking. I kept on for a while and although I was rather mean at the end, it was not a really bad spanking. Felicia's bottom was quite red, though, and hot to the touch. Mmm, now I begin to think of touching her bottom. But that is another story.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, I think she actually appreciated it. Not that she particularly like being spanked, but I think she appreciate me being able to spank her from time to time. And it is great fun, I can assure you.</span></p><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-54187743845161105932011-04-28T13:08:00.000+00:002011-04-28T13:09:45.865+00:002 – 1<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I guess you know what happened. In Malaysia the smug German won, once again. And this time Hamilton wasn't even on the podium. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A bet is a bet, so I had no alternative than to shed my knickers and accept the spanking that was coming up. Felicia was cheerful about it and got the bath brush. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">She placed me in her lap and proceeded to spank me with the brush. She quite liked it. I could hear how she chuckled as she smacked.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'I like this,' she said, 'why don't I use it more often?'</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Yes, why?' I thought to myself.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Since there were no Hamilton on the podium there were no limitations to the spanking she could give me. She continued for a good while with the bath brush. It is a formidable tool, I can tell you. She gets a certain swing with it, not at all like the hairbrush. It is much more powerful.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">When she was done with the brush, she told me that she wasn't completely satisfied. No, she wanted me to climb the chair, kneel on it, and stick my bottom out. She wanted to use the belt.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I told her that this was rather harsh, but she didn't listen.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">In her defence should be said that she didn't continue as long with the belt as she had with the brush, but it was more than enough, in my humble opinion.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The next week the tables were turned. Hamilton won the Chinese Grand Prix. You know what it means. I got to spank Felicia.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The world is not fair, so I only had fie minutes and could only use the hairbrush, but I can tell you that I made the most of my precious time.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We have seen some sun, lately (and mind you, this was before the glorious Easter Bank Holiday) and this means more freckles on Felicia's face. It looks very nice. Her bottom, though, was still very fair. When I was done with it, it had taken on a different hue.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I think Felicia is a little proud of me, that I have learned how to use a hairbrush. In fact, I do enjoy it. I can understand the appeal.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-35546515801254170722011-03-30T17:49:00.000+00:002011-03-30T17:50:36.652+00:00The Rules of the Game<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">The rules are very simple. We both watch the Formula 1 race together (if we both can keep our eyes open) and then if my hero, Lewis Hamilton wins, I get to spank Felicia's bottom with a hairbrush. That's quite a lot of fun. If, on the other hand, he doesn't win, she gets to spank me. It is exactly as it use to be. One difference, though. If Hamilton is on the podium, she can't smack my bottom for longer than five minutes and not with anything worse than the hairbrush. If he isn't on the podium she is free to do what she wants.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">If you followed the Australian Grand Prix, from Melbourne, you will have noticed that it was won by the smug German, Sebastian Vettel. Hamilton was runner up. It was really nothing to argue about. He won fair and square. My poor bottom got its reward.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Five minutes and hairbrush may not sound much, but I can assure you that Felicia is good at making the most of her time.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">After the race I had to present myself, knickers down, to lie in her lap. If you didn't know it, smacking a bottom really hard and really quick with a hairbrush causes an intense sense of pain. Already after a couple of seconds. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">As I said, she made the most of the situation and kept on smacking me for the whole time as if her life depended on it.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I am regularly a very obedient spankee, lying still and not protesting. But her onslaught made me both cringe and wriggle and make all sorts of silly and pathetic sounds.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, it was good when it was over. I only hope Hamilton will win the next race.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-40286260053413623342011-01-31T15:57:00.001+00:002011-01-31T15:57:56.527+00:00Dealing with Miranda<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Thing is, you never know with Felicia, if it is just banter and teasing or the real thing.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She got the leather belt and suddenly I became very reluctant.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She told me I was to get seventeen with the stick and she would make them hard.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-75155050911144258642011-01-21T17:27:00.000+00:002011-01-21T17:28:11.868+00:00Surprise<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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!!</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Suddenly she stopped, seemed to take a deep breath and said:</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Dear Miranda, if it makes it any easier for you, think of it as part of your punishment.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The next moment she slipped her fingers into me.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I kind of lost control all of a sudden and it was with a sense of chaos I enjoyed what happened.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I helped her later to get rid of the rest of her frustration. That is something I quite like to do.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-79303934334586535032010-11-12T14:27:00.001+00:002010-11-12T14:28:57.252+00:00Punished<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEzJQzCnRDQOGn4PjSsutSxNPVIT1A94ZQKrh4uWd2bT72lzPrgSNaSsKAxYhP101fIncMcEDCgVnwA25RfrhH-Z52gHBcobXPKLBtNQVdBpMXDOFH8JEJ3s9ka0nHY_ZpPOGKigGaoI/s1600/061022121014-722.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEzJQzCnRDQOGn4PjSsutSxNPVIT1A94ZQKrh4uWd2bT72lzPrgSNaSsKAxYhP101fIncMcEDCgVnwA25RfrhH-Z52gHBcobXPKLBtNQVdBpMXDOFH8JEJ3s9ka0nHY_ZpPOGKigGaoI/s320/061022121014-722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670127349649810" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'You haven't been blogging for a long time, why is that?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia's voice was quite hard.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Well, there hasn't been much to write about,' I replied.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'That is not really an excuse, your readers will feel abandoned, all the same.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'What can I do?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Write.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'About what?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I can help you. I have a remedy.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Not a surprise, you are the Doctor.' (this is a joke, Felicia has finished her PhD, maybe I should have written about that??).</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">At Felicia's request we reconvened in our living room. Felicia was equipped with a cheese board, a bath brush and the thick belt. I could see that she saw the need for a powerful remedy.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Without further ado, I was ordered to take off all my clothes. She explained that this was, really, a punishment and should be done properly. Properly means, in this context, maximal embarrassment and pain for Miranda. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I stripped off while she stood looking. There is something about being watched when undressing. And especially if the one watching is keeping their clothes on. At least I become quite self conscious and embarrassed. I knew this was what she wanted so I took it as part of it all.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I was placed on a chair so I could watch the tools she had taken out. Then she left me. I knew it was part of the punishment, but still it was quite nerve wracking to sit naked on a chair staring at some things that soon would be used on me. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia is a patient woman. I am not, especially when in the nude. She waited for at least half an hour before she came back. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Then it was spanking time. Miranda had to climb the chair and kneel on it. Felicia set to work on Miranda's bottom and for this she chose the cheese board. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">The cheese board is quite hard and quite heavy. At least it seems very heavy when applied on my naked bottom. Felicia is mean and persistent and soon my bottom was burning.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">When she had stopped she explained that this was to be a good hiding so I shouldn't assume she was ready with me yet. No, she sent me into the corner. We don't do corners but maybe Felicia has decided to change that.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know what is worst, sitting naked on a chair, staring at menacing tools or standing naked in a corner, with spanked bottom turned towards ogling redhaired woman, waiting for even more whacking of said bottom.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">After a while it was time to climb the chair again and this time it was the belt. The feeling of the belt is quite different, although quite pronounced on a newly spanked bottom. And she kept on for a while.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I am not a girl who starts crying for all and everything, but now I was overcome with it and it felt quite good to let the tears come.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Then is was back to the corner. The third time I was placed in Felicia's lap while she applied the mean bath brush to my buttocks. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know where she gets her determination. She has this strange ability to close her mind to the suffering of her fellow human beings. At least my suffering. She really kept on for a while, despite my bottom being quite red. I hadn't inspected it, but I knew what it felt like and I knew what kind of colour it usually corresponds to.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She was quite happy when she was done and in her kindness she placed me, yet again, in her lap, this time to apply lotion on my burning behind. I wasn't allowed clothes, so I lay there in the sofa, watching telly in the buff, the only light in the room, besides the telly, being my red bottom.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I will try my best to avoid this kind of punishments in the future. I will try to blog more.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-6226311515106389362010-09-23T10:12:00.000+00:002010-09-23T10:13:36.116+00:00Funny Games<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Gosh! I haven't been blogging for a while. I am so sorry. My only excuse is that my life has been quite boring, you know, work, work, and more work and not much of fun.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Today, at least, my bottom is sore. It is, actually, very sore, to the extent that it isn't very easy to sit down. We had a bit of a marathon yesterday.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">We were both in agreement that there has been very little action lately. This had to be remedied. Felicia was quite keen and she asked me if I was up to it. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Alarm bells should be ringing by now. Felicia doesn't often ask me if I want to be spanked. It is part of our agreement, that she merely decides. Asking me meant she had some idea that could be a tad harsher than usual. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">It was very kind of her to ask, but I was up to it, of course. I trust her.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia had invented this spanking game, played with dice. It is very silly but what it does is that it adds an element of inevitability to it all. At least the kind of game she came up with. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">I will explain. First you throw a die to decide how many different implements should be used and how many times you should be spanked. The four I got may not seem as a real marathon. If you are really evil or brave you may always add two dice.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">For each of these times you are going to be spanked you throw one more to decide which implement. We had a range of hairbrush, bath brush, belt, cheese board, fish slice and bamboo stick (I know they are dangerous but if you are careful and check so they don't split they won't cut you...they are evil still).</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Then for each implement you throw three dice and multiply to calculate the number of whacks. The clever ones have realised there is a range between one and 216. Bamboo stick only got two dice...there is some limit to evil.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">You get the idea. What this does to you is that it introduces a certain amount of fear into the proceedings. You don't know what will come next.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">My first was the belt and I got 45. So, I climbed the chair but not before taking my skirt and knickers off (what do you think? of course it has to be on the bare!). It was a bit scary to know that it was 45 to come, no more, no less.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, the belt isn't that bad, but when you know it is only the beginning. Felicia does take her task very seriously so I can assure you I was left with a certain stinging and burning sensation after the session with the belt.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">The next was twelve with the hairbrush. That was almost a disappointment, but I was happy. Felicia tried to make the most of them, though.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Then came the real horror. I got the bamboo stick. Eighteen with the bamboo stick can be terrible.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Obediently (what else would you expect from me?) I knelt on the chair and stuck my, still bare, bottom out. Ouch! I can tell you it took some time. There was a lot of wriggling of bottom, flailing of hands and wailing, I can assure you.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia had me look at my bottom in the mirror and it looked, how should I put it, affected. She looked really proud, the evil woman.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">One more to go. I wouldn't have minded four with some flat implement, but instead it was 90 with the belt, again. Ouch.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">The belt isn't the worst kind of spanking you can get. The belt isn't too heavy but on an already whacked bottom, it hurts.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Evil red haired woman was actually quite fascinated by the state of my bottom afterwards. In her defence, it has to be said that she was really proud of me for having endured.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, this new game is silly but it adds something, I think. My bottom doesn't like it at all, but maybe I do...at least a little.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-59279640987877024802010-08-19T14:42:00.000+00:002010-08-19T14:43:41.661+00:00In the Wild<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Holiday was long and nice, that is true, but the way we spent it meant very little action, if you know what I mean. There is one event I thought I should tell you about, though.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">For about a week we borrowed a car from Felicia's uncle and went around exploring the countryside. Yeah, we are that boring. This particular day we were driving along a rather small road with almost no traffic, believe it or not.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Suddenly Felicia pulled over and turned into a small dirt road. As it happened it was more like a crescent that ended back on the road again, but where we stopped we were hidden from the road by a lot of trees.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know if she knew about this place or if she just saw it and chanced on it. Anyway, I didn't know why we had stopped.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Too early for a break, innit?' I said.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'For tea and biscuits, yes,' she replied.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I should know her by now but the place and the occasion made me not read her face. She went out of the car, went over to the boot, rummages through it and came round to my side. She opened the door.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Come on now.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Wha'?' I wondered, of course, but I stepped out of the car.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was a lovely day, one of the really lovely days this summer. Felicia went over to a kind of boulder by the road and beckoned me to come forward. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was then I saw that she had my hairbrush in her hand. I may be slow, but I am not stupid. Still I couldn't believe what I was seeing.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia put her foot on the boulder and tapped her thigh. In any other circumstance this would have been a clear signal. I had to check the environment. In fact, we weren't completely hidden from the road. There was a small gap between the trees, where someone passing by could see us. Obviously this made me less reluctant to understand what she was saying.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Come on now.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I am a very nice girl, you know that, and with Felicia's supreme ability to convince me, I complied. I did, actually, lean over her knee.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Knickers,' she said.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'You can't be serious,' I replied.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Come on.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, there I was, knickers down, skirt up, leaning over her knee, in the middle of the day, by a public road, getting a spanking.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I was very nervous, thinking that a car passing by, with someone turning their head at the right moment, would get a glimpse of my bottom.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It wasn't the worst spanking of my life. But surely one of the most exciting. And scary. We both laughed and giggled as we returned to the car. There is something abut outdoor spankings that cheers you up.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia had another card up her sleeve (although she wore a spaghetti strapped top with no sleeves, wonder how she managed that??). Before we returned to the car, she had me take down my knickers completely and give them to her. She put them in the glove compartment and we went on with me knickerless. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">She even had me pull my skirt up, just like that scene in Story of O. She is clever, my Felicia. She knows how it makes me feel.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-74185381566231000742010-08-09T08:33:00.001+00:002010-08-09T08:33:54.319+00:00Back Again<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hello, I am back, we are back!! Have had a brilliant time and hope you have had a brilliant time, as well. The only downside with visiting relatives and friends is that there is not much opportunities for the smacking of bottoms. There is a clear deficit in that department at the moment, although redhaired friend has made an effort, since our return, to address this issue. I will tell you more soon. Take care and be happy.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-40804130696249527902010-06-18T11:09:00.000+00:002010-06-18T11:10:31.487+00:00F1 Racing and Its Consequences<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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?</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I wasn't seduced by her saintly smile and ordered her promptly to remove trousers and knickers.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'No, not on the bare!' she gasped and made big eyes.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Oh, yes, young lady, on the bare,' I replied with my deepest voice.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Ha, that will shut her up,' I thought.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'That's not a spanking, you meekness personified,' she said.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I replied with an even harder smack.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Making an impression?' I thought but didn't say out loud.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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!</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-88342893474997616022010-06-04T10:17:00.000+00:002010-06-04T10:18:59.040+00:00Stinging<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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 enjoyable...in that very special spanko way, that mix of dread and pain and excitement. You know what I mean.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Spanking is for fun and sometimes a little surprise can make it even more fun.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">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...</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-73970621954428339842010-05-12T08:07:00.000+00:002010-05-12T08:08:49.502+00:00Apologies Where Apologies Are Due<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Just a short one. I just wanted to set something straight. During the last couple of days I have been involved in an email conversation with someone who calls themselves Jim. This conversation started out friendly but has become increasingly abusive. I won't say more than this about it. And I am not going to apologise for what I said during this conversation, far from it.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">What I wanted to say was that almost at the same time as one of those emails arrived in my inbox a comment appeared on my blog. This comment was perfectly friendly (given the nature of my blog suggestions to my red haired friend to make my spankings more painful may be seen as friendly...grins!). But it was signed by someone who called themselves Jim.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I assumed it was the same person, the one writing emails, so in my annoyance I removed it. Thing is, I am not completely sure, any more. So – this is what I wanted to say, really – if there is a perfectly decent person leaving comments on my blog calling yourself Jim and you are not identical to the one with the nasty emails, I wish to sincerely apologise to you. I am really sorry I removed your comment.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-17189199127377153852010-05-11T12:42:00.000+00:002010-05-11T12:43:45.031+00:00Slip of the Tongue<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Did you watch the Spanish Grand Prix, this weekend? We did. I can only congratulate Mark Webber for winning but before he did, something extraordinary happened. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Lewis Hamilton was set to take second place and all was going smoothly. That is, until the penultimate lap. Can you believe it, he had a puncture. I was in shock.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">When I am like that, I tend to say stupid things. What I said was something along the lines of 'Nooooo...I can't believe it....spank me...this can't be true....aaaarrrgghhh!!' </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Someone very red haired in close proximity picked up on a tiny part of my ramblings. 'That can be arranged,' she said and I swear, she had a very content smile on her face.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She wasn't in her cruel mood, no she was smiling and said she was happy to oblige. She had me get the hairbrush and soon I was across her lap, skirt up and knickers down.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">All right, it wasn't too bad. The hairbrush is not too painful, I kind of like the hairbrush. I hadn't expected it but when it happened I could, sort of, enjoy that warm feeling I always get in my bottom after a spanking.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-23023125229081635282010-05-07T15:33:00.000+00:002010-05-07T15:34:59.605+00:00Welcome to Reality<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Warning, this is a completely spanking free blogpost, so if this will make you disappointed you may stop reading now. What I wanted to say was only that we have had a general election here in the United Kingdom which resulted in a balanced or hung parliament.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">This fact is taken as a disaster by many, that not one party have a proper majority of MPs. They are upset that now the parties may have to negotiate and form coalitions. To this I only want to say: 'welcome to reality'. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">It is the common way in many democracies, that not one party gains majority, that parties have to compromise and negotiate. It is only in strange systems, as those in UK and USA, where the number of MPs, or similar, isn't proportional to the number of votes, this doesn't happen all the time.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">No, I am not turning political and this blog will definitely not be a political blog. Just wanted to say this.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, this calls for the telling of a joke (mind you, a phonological joke, not a racist joke). It goes like this:</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">A British politician travels to the Far East and is treated to a fancy dinner where she has to politely converse with her host. She tries to show her interest in the political system.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'How often do you have elections?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">The man, by her side, looks confused and a little embarrassed. Then his face opens up in a big smile.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Evely molning.'</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-74272997152819753212010-04-29T16:23:00.000+00:002010-04-29T16:24:39.818+00:00This and That<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">This will be a very short blogpost. Yes, Miranda is sloppy and lazy and she really deserves both this and that. Anyway, I don't have time to write much, just wanted to share this little thing with you.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia is a busy woman, you know that, by now. Yesterday she took her time, though, to enjoy herself with the cheese board. You know what I think about the cheese board. It is way too hard and way too heavy to be really delightful. Felicia thinks this is good. 'It really packs a punch' as she so sweetly puts it.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Not that I dislike the cheese board, I love it, in my own way, but there is a bit of mixed feelings, that is very true. This time, I was leaning towards the 'no it is a tad too much' side of it all and when she took it out I began to negotiate with her.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She would have nothing of it. I got a choice between the armrest of the sofa and kneeling on a chair, but the removing of skirt and taking down of knickers were not negotiable. 'It has to be on the bare,' she said. 'Why?' I asked. 'Because,' she said. And that was that.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I negotiated a nice big pillow for the armrest so I went for that. Otherwise it is very uncomfortable. The price was no top and skirt and knickers completely removed. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Soon a very naked Miranda was placed on the armrest of the sofa, waiting for the cheese board to descend on her bottom.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I got twelve. It hurt and my bottom was really red afterwards, and had that kind of tingling sensation that sometimes comes after a good hiding, almost like a numbness but a numbness that is sharp, if you see what I mean...or rather feel.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia was in a really good mood and I felt, kind of, relieved when it was over. It is strange how almost euphoric you can be after a spanking.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Right, an euphoric, newly spanked and very naked Miranda and a quite cheerful red haired woman with a cheese board in her hand. That can only end in one way. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">No, not more spanking. I was thinking of something far sweeter than that.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-89278379922225351482010-04-23T13:15:00.003+00:002010-04-23T16:33:09.114+00:00You Know What This Means?<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Right, it's not been much action on this blog including Miranda's bottom, lately. I do not count the last fantasies and stories as action...smiles. Anyway, the main reason is that said bottom has been quite left alone for a while.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">That was until yesterday. It was in the evening, I had cooked for my beloved Felicia and fed the greedy cat. It is usually I who cook, not because I am some domestic slave or anything, it has more to do with health and safety. I will say no more.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, I was washing the dishes afterwards and was just done when a certain red haired woman came into the kitchen, holding a tea mug in her hand.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Look what I found.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'A tea mug...?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Shouldn't you have washed it?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I can do it next time.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I really think this is sloppy.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">If you don't know us, this may not sound weird but to me the conversation had taken on a slightly surreal tone.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'You know what this means?' she said and smiled a very evil smile.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I will remind you of the fact that we don't do the 'have you been a naughty girl' and any kind of 'discipline' or 'bettering of ones character' and that sort of thing. Spanking is for fun, full stop.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Yet I felt a strange kind of thrill when she said that. I knew what she meant. It was, kind of, silly, but I had to play along.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'It's just a tea mug.'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Don't argue, go and get the hairbrush.'</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I got her the brush. She had already placed the chair so she could sit down on it. I was wearing shorts in some sort of hope that the right dress would bring the right weather. Soon enough it was down shorts, down knickers and across redhead's lap.</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Despite the silly pretext I had longed for it. Sometimes I really enjoy that sense of dread that comes with taking your clothes down and laying yourself down to get your bottom smacked.</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia is good with the hairbrush. In a way she was in a good mood, kept it on an acceptable level. It was stinging and demanding focus but not unbearable.</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She is evil, you know that, don't you? She kept on until it became a little too painful, a little of 'I have had enough of this, now'. Then she stopped. But she wasn't done. No, she ordered me to remove shorts and knickers and climb the chair, while she got the belt.</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Oh, Miranda, your bottom is already red, almost a pity to use the belt on it.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Not that it stopped her. No, the belt was there and it had to be used.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know if the belt is really that bad, but the sound is very, how should I put it, terrifying. It has the right 'swish' and the right 'whack' to make an impression. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I was quite sore when she was done, and all for a silly tea mug. She even had me stand in the corner, bottom turned towards her, so she could see it while watching telly.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">They say that variation spices up your sexlife, maybe that is true for your spanking life too. It is hard, though, to take this kind of thing seriously when you are giggling all the time. Not that hairbrushes and belts are not serious enough but what I meant was the silly pretext.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-44782270212240816472010-04-14T10:02:00.004+00:002010-04-18T21:36:43.981+00:00Some More Running in the Park<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">It is obvious that not only my imagination is sparked by parks and goal posts. Jim sent me this story and with his permission I am putting it here. I think this is hilarious, a great thank you to Jim for this story.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Miranda and Felicia's have a friend called Tom. He is centre-forward for a pub team that plays football in the park. One Saturday evening Tom came round. He asked if he could leave two big wicker baskets at Felicia and Miranda's place:</p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">'These need to be at the pitch by 11am tomorrow morning. I daren't leave them at my house tonight; my sister’s kids are staying and they are into everything!</p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Tom flipped open the lid of one of the baskets; it was full of tuck shop treats: Mars Bars; Twix; Bounty Bars; Kit-Kats; Yorkies. There were also packets of crisp with every imaginable flavour represented.</p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘The lads have to have their snacks after the match; running around in the cold makes ‘em ravenous! This other basket has our clobber. I'll pick everything up by10:30, I promise.'</p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">The girls were happy to help Tom out. Felicia intended to be up early this Sunday, anyway. She was going for a dawn walk with members of her climbing group. Miranda was far too lazy to stir at such unearthly hour; but she had promised to cook lunch. </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">A comfy Saturday evening was spent, in. Sitting side-by-side on the sofa, they watched Doctor Who. Occasionally, Miranda would lean over to pick some crisps from the bowl---allowing Felicia to slap the seat of her knickers, affectionately and appreciatively. A bedtime kiss and cuddle, and they were both soon sound asleep. </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Miranda woke long after Felicia had left the bed. Looking at the clock, she saw it was 10.15. A bit too early to get up; but she didn’t half fancy a Kit-Kat; and there were loads of them in the basket downstairs; they wouldn’t miss one, surely? If she jumped out of bed, and ran downstairs, she could nick one before the basket was collected. That’s just what Miranda did; not bothering to pull on her pants, or put on her bra, she slid down the banister and pranced into the kitchen. She lifted the lid of the basket, and then reeled back in surprise. The basket was just about empty! There were a few stray packets of Maltesers, a Turkish delight, and four bags of prawn cocktail crisps---but that was all!? Yesterday evening the basket had appeared full to the brim!</p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Suddenly there was a noise in the yard! Through the crack in the curtains, Miranda saw Tom and his mates arriving to collect the baskets. She couldn’t answer the door stark naked! And if they peeked through the curtains they would see her there! On impulse, Miranda dived into the basket and pulled the lid down. She could hear Tom knocking on the door. She expected him to get fed up after a while, and go away. But that’s not what happened. Felicia had not dropped the latch on the door; and, when Tom tried it, it was open! </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Miranda felt the basket being lifted into the air. Tom and his mates carried it for a few yards, laughing and joking as they went. The basket, with Miranda inside it, was slid into the boot of a car.; and the one with the clobber was slid in beside it. Despite everything, Miranda felt quite warm and cosy in the basket. She told herself that the best plan would be to wait until the basket was put down in the dressing room. Once the team had gone onto the pitch, she could: sneak out; put on a spare pair of shorts; and a shirt, perhaps---and jog off home. Of course, there was always the dreadful possibility that one of the lads might lift the lid of the basket and find her there! That would be mightily embarrassing—and something she fervently hoped to avoid; but it wouldn’t be the end of the world either; everyone would have a good laugh and that would be that. Comforted by these thoughts, Miranda closed her eyes and snuggled down in the warmth; and soon the motion of the car had rocked her to sleep.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Miranda woke to the sound of cheering voices; there were feet pounding along grass, and a ball was being kicked! Coming to herself, Miranda realised she was still in the basket. How long had she been there? She didn’t know. She could see daylight through the wicker; it seemed that the basket was outside, on the touchline, perhaps! So much for her plan of escape from the dressing-room! What was she to do? It was just then, while she was thinking, that someone came and sat on top of the lid. There was a dog yapping and sniffing too. All at once Miranda began to feel claustrophobic. Panic swelling inside her, she pushed hard against the wicker above her.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘Here! What’s happening!?’ asked a gruff voice. Whoever had been sitting on the basket had now moved off. Naked Miranda emerged into the light like Venus from the sea.‘ Beside her was a sweaty player, just about to take a throw-in. His eyes swivelled towards <span style="font-size:100%;">her, and his jaw dropped:</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘<span style="font-size:100%;">Blimey!’ he said. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Blimey' thought Miranda, 'it's the lad who came in for the Lacan book yesterday!'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There was a substantial crowd watching the match, and they let out a collective ‘Ooh!’ as </span>they caught sight of bare Miranda. Feeling all the eyes upon her, she turned deep red. Looking to her right side; Miranda saw the gruff man who sold flowers in the market. He was busy restraining his dog, but paused and, for a moment, their eyes met in mutual recognition. That was enough for Miranda! She jumped out of the basket and fled across the pitch, weaving between the legs of dumbfounded players as the spectators roared:</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘It’s a streaker! Whoaahay!</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Dashing around the black-clad referee, who was frantically blowing his whistle, Miranda tried to make her way to the far end of the pitch, where the crowd was a little sparser. But she slipped on some mud, and went full face into another patch of mud. Big hands tried to grab her; but she was pumped full of adrenaline and easily shook them off. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Running straight towards the goal mouth, Miranda dodged the spidery goalie, but found herself caught, like a fly, in the sturdy netting. She managed to wriggle her breasts through; but her bum wouldn’t follow. Miranda was stuck there, her tits and legs dangling and her bottom exposed to whatever wrath might be wreaked upon it. The stern referee approached, causing her a thrill of apprehension. She imagined he might take the linesman’s flag and smack her bottom with it. Miranda could hear Tom among the mêlée of voices. Luckily, he hadn’t recognised her face under all the mud, and was less likely to recognise her bum! Someone said:</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘We need to cut her out of there!’</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘No!’ said the referee, ‘We mustn’t damage council property! It’s the groundsman’s job to deal with things like this. We need to carry on with the penalty shoot-out and finish the game.’</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘But the ball might hit her!’ someone objected.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘If it does,’ the referee said in reply, ‘it will only hit her on the arse; and her arse deserves to be spanked---hard! If you were my daughter, young woman, you wouldn’t sit down for week, after causing all this mayhem. I advise you to move away from here, so we can carry on with the match. If you choose not to…well, it’s your own lookout.’</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Of course, Miranda couldn’t move, but had to stay there as the hard leather ball was blasted towards her behind. Five times she was thwacked! The first one scorched into the left side of her bottom! The second shot seared her on the right! She yelled and kicked her legs throughout. The spectators cheered ecstatically as each of the next three balls landed smack bang in the centre-line of Miranda’s smarting bottom, which, by now, was glowing red. In fact, the force of the final ball was so great that it knocked Miranda straight out of the netting which had been holding her. Naked, muddy, and red---she ran off for home. She passed all the Sunday morning regulars--who she and Felicia saw so often in the park. Out onto the boulevard she raced. Cars, mistaking her bottom for a stop sign, screeched to a halt. On, and on, she ran until she was home.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Closing the door, thankfully, behind her, Miranda headed straight upstairs and ran the bath. Her bottom was throbbing, her heart was pounding; she was out of breath, but hugely invigorated by he whole train of events. All she wanted to do now was relax in the bubbles. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Later on, as they sat down to dinner, Felicia had no idea why Miranda kept shifting uncomfortably in her seat. ‘It’s not as if I spanked her this morning,’ she thought.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">For her part, Miranda had no idea that it was Felicia’s climbing club who had raided the missing treats. Felicia, herself did not know about that. As for Tom, he and his mates were still celebrating their 5.3 victory. Missing Mars bars were the last thing that Tom was giving any thought to. Only the gruff flower seller was thinking about Miranda—or, more specifically, about her arse.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-82249187587867788942010-03-31T14:57:00.000+00:002010-03-31T14:59:00.745+00:00Running in the Park<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Sometimes I wonder if this spanking business is about showing off, a way for shy girls like me to get all the attention without having to say we want it. Of course it isn't just about showing off, but I believe, sometimes, that it is part of it.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">For example, where I live there is a big park. We often take a stroll in that park and I use to go for a run there at times. Sometimes there is a lot of football being played in that park and there are a lot of goalposts all over the place. Thing is that whenever I pass one of those goalposts I get very weird fantasies.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">In my fantasy I see someone, preferably me, tied to one of those goalposts, you know, if you tie the ropes to the crossbar so you have to stand with your arms spread out, so you look like a big Y. Then, you have guessed it, there is a mean person with a whip. To add to it all there is a lot of people watching (the showing off bit?). </span> </p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">This fantasy gets its edge from the thought that it is ordinary people, like the ones you see walking their dogs in the park and annoying teenagers and all that. They are all there to see me being whipped. And, yes, of course I have no clothes on.</span></p> <p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">So much for showing off. Today I was out running in the park. Bad idea, it was cold, really freezing. It didn't seem like spring at all. You know how your brain can be. I couldn't help thinking about those goalposts and the thought of being tied there, in the buff, in the cold wind really made me shiver inside.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">The weird thing was that I thought it was quite intriguing. I won't say that the thought was exciting, few things turn me off more than being cold, but there was definitely something about this thought of being naked in the cold and watched by all and everyone that made me blush a little. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">That's really everything I had to write about today. I have told you, I am a very boring person, really. Take care!</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-55701314558879644112010-03-08T14:41:00.000+00:002010-03-08T14:42:19.923+00:00Knickers...Again<style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Felicia, the love of my life, is one of those who really can look glamorous if she wants to. I find her irresistible all the time but in addition she has that ability to put on something, like a stylish dress or something, that makes her look fabulous. Otherwise she is the kind who wears jeans and a simple top, like a t-shirt, at least at home.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">My point here is that she is always wearing jeans at home. I know there is a reason for that. She wants to feel safe and deny me the possibility for revenge. I on the other hand am often dressed in skirt, or if I am wearing trousers they are pyjama or track suit bottoms. I can understand if you are not quite aware of where this blogpost is leading, yet. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">What my clothes have in common is that they are easy to pull down. Felicia's clothes are not like that. The former fact in combination with mean and resourceful girlfriend creates embarrassing situations for a certain Miranda.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She really has a knack for this. Being in the same room as Felicia and doing something stupid like reaching for a book high in a book shelf or bending over to get something from the floor is a bad idea. I am an irresistible temptation for her and when she acts she acts swiftly and with great skill.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know how she does it but in a fraction of a second she has reached out, taken a hold of my bottoms or my knickers, and down they go. If you have something in your hands, like a flower pot or a wok there is nothing much you can do.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She finds this very funny. She thinks the expression on my face when I stand there with my clothes around my knees is something that makes it worth the effort, many times over.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I can't do the same to her, jeans are much harder to pull down. But sometimes I try to take my revenge. I chase her through the flat and when I catch up with her she gets a well deserved spanking.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">At least in theory. Sometimes I manage to get her jeans down and she gets in on the bare, as it should be, but that is only if she thinks I deserve revenge. Felicia is stronger than me and if she doesn't want to be spanked, it sometimes happens that I am the one who gets my bottom warmed.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">It is all very unfair and very mean. Whatever happens, it is good exercise, you should try it yourselves, sometime.</span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276641420528601823.post-88476394836052699742010-02-25T16:03:00.001+00:002010-02-25T16:06:43.803+00:00Good Morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieft1y5zRXHRidW4v79ajnC6adHKErRm1ccC7DUMxrp-YN0TrSzD7se1AdcJkOSoLb4LnhRd07OZY0XTOPu7IS3RrdkkxPPPwNC5urlKn4Am-6JgNCg5S0aKtm6vvY6wucszJnBxQmmy8/s1600-h/tn-MET-ART_LND_47_0102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieft1y5zRXHRidW4v79ajnC6adHKErRm1ccC7DUMxrp-YN0TrSzD7se1AdcJkOSoLb4LnhRd07OZY0XTOPu7IS3RrdkkxPPPwNC5urlKn4Am-6JgNCg5S0aKtm6vvY6wucszJnBxQmmy8/s320/tn-MET-ART_LND_47_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442213090296688850" border="0" /></a><br /><style type="text/css"></style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Yesterday morning, Felicia had to leave early. Something about her tutor going to some conference and had to plan an early meeting. Anyway, Felicia was up early and I was still in bed, feeling very sleepy.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She was kind enough to bring me tea and toast in bed. She can be a very lovely girl, sometimes. As I sat there in bed, propped up on my pillows drinking my tea, Felicia was rummaging around preparing to go to her meeting. I was just sitting there, happy I still had some time to stay in bed.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Just before she was to leave she came into the bedroom. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I have neglected you, lately,' she said.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I know you are busy,' I replied.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I want to make it up to you.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Plenty of time for that, after your viva.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I want to begin now.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Now?'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I have something for you.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Since I am writing it here you all know what it was, don't you? It wasn't as obvious for me, there and then, still sleepy, sipping my tea. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">What Felicia had brought was our bath brush (again!). </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'I thought I would give you something to make you think of me, during the day.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Since Miranda sleeps in the buff there was no need for the removal of unnecessary clothes. It was just a matter of arranging some pillows so her bottom would be in the right position, in the right angle.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">It was something of a shock to go from being under the duvet, all warm and sleepy, to lying on the bed, all exposed. And the bath brush is fierce. Already after the first whack, I didn't feel sleepy any more.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'Ever heard of warm-up,' I said after Felicia had delivered half a dozen stinging smacks to my behind.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">'This is the warm-up. This, my love, is the real thing.'</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">She gave me a really hard whack.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I didn't count but I think she gave me a dozen really mean ones. They were hard enough to make me feel that tiny bit of panic that comes with something that is so painful you don't know if you will cope. Luckily it is over in an instant and you have plenty of time to concentrate on your smarting behind.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Then she kissed me on my bottom and said good bye and left. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I know that some of you will say that she was very cruel and that it is important with aftercare and all that. I do know that aftercare is all important and that you should be careful with the emotions you set in motion. But she knew, when she left, that I wasn't upset or in tears or anything. She knows me well and she knows I cope with this kind of thing.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">In fact, when the shock had passed, I felt quite cheerful. It was such a cheeky thing to do, to deliver a set of hard smacks and then just disappear. And, after all, she did it for me.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;" lang="en-GB"> <span style="font-size:100%;">My bottom was smarting as I went to work and as I stood there, talking to our customers (or is that clients?) I was very aware of my well spanked bottom. It made me think of Felicia and in a way, I felt that she was there, like she still touched me. She had wanted my bottom to smart and smart it did. I felt quite happy about that.</span></p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266170901614606549noreply@blogger.com6