Tiny Miranda

Hello

2011-08-19T12:43:00.000Z

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This is short and sketchy, but I just wanted to update you and let you know I am back. Take care.

Summer!!

2011-06-20T09:30:00.002Z

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.

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.

Drat!

2011-06-14T14:50:00.000Z

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.

This called for extra punishment of Miranda. I couldn't really argue against it. I actually let Felicia have her way completely.

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.

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.

Truth to be told, it's not just dreadful, it is also, kind of, exciting.

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.

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.

So, still naked, and thoroughly spanked, she told me, there was time for punishing me for the extreme naughtiness of Lewis Hamilton.

I had to climb the chair and stick my sore bottom out and Felicia took aim with the riding crop.

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.

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.

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.

A Fair Bottom Warmed

2011-05-27T09:23:00.000Z

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

'You are forgetting something,' I said, strengthened by my success.

'What could that be?'

'Don't get smart, now, you know what I mean.'

'Do I?'

'Spankings are always delivered on the...'

'...Bare.'

'Right! So, what does it mean, my dear red haired friend?'

'You are actually telling me to take my trousers down?'

'Not only your trousers.'

'I guess it's only logical.'

Logic is important to Felicia. She sighed and unbuttoned her jeans and then she pulled them down along with her knickers.

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.

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.

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.

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.

2 – 1

2011-04-28T13:08:00.000Z

I guess you know what happened. In Malaysia the smug German won, once again. And this time Hamilton wasn't even on the podium.

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.

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.

'I like this,' she said, 'why don't I use it more often?'

'Yes, why?' I thought to myself.

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.

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.

I told her that this was rather harsh, but she didn't listen.

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.

The next week the tables were turned. Hamilton won the Chinese Grand Prix. You know what it means. I got to spank Felicia.

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.

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.

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.

The Rules of the Game

2011-03-30T17:49:00.000Z

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.

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.

Five minutes and hairbrush may not sound much, but I can assure you that Felicia is good at making the most of her time.

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.

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.

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.

Anyway, it was good when it was over. I only hope Hamilton will win the next race.

Dealing with Miranda

2011-01-31T15:57:00.001Z

I told you last time that Felicia dealt with my slowness when blogging. For some reason she has decided that this is really something I should decide what to do with and since I haven't scrapped the blog I have a duty to post.

You know that Felicia is a lovely person and that spanking is for fun. But now she has decided that I really deserve a punishment if I don't do this correctly. Some time ago it was time to deal with me for my laziness.

It wasn't too bad at the start. She told me with her ordinary mean smile on her face that it was time for a spanking and that I should get my hairbrush. Said and done. She sat down on one of the wooden chairs and I am not stupid so I knew what was required of me.

She just had to tap her knees and I pulled down my knickers, lifted my skirt and took my position. She explained that this was going to be a punishment and I wouldn't like it.

Thing is, you never know with Felicia, if it is just banter and teasing or the real thing.

I knew quite soon that she was intent on making it hurt. She smacked me with some vigour and I soon jumped and squirmed. I kind of like that, when there is a certain intensity.

Anyway, that intensity kept on for quite some time. Miranda became more and more sore and after a while she had to really focus in order to cope.

Felicia was not done with me for a long time. She spanked me for a long while and I began to know that she had meant it when she had told me I wouldn't like it.

At last she was done and my bottom was quite warm, and quite tender, to say the least. It turned out that she was done with the hairbrush, not with the punishment.

She got the leather belt and suddenly I became very reluctant.

Don't get me wrong. It is true that I wasn't that keen on getting the belt, but believe me when I say that I trust Felicia with all my heart. She can do this kind of thing and I wouldn't dream of protesting. I want her to decide when and how to spank me.

Now she was determined and I had to take all the rest of my clothes off and kneel on the chair. Then I had to stick my bottom out and get the belt.

The belt is not that bad, but if it is applied on a newly spanked bottom it hurts. And Felicia kept on for a while. She saw from time to time that I was struggling and she stopped and told me it was a punishment and that I had to take it. It made sense so I continued to stick my bottom out.

There was one more thing before she was done. She put the belt aside and got the mean and horrible bamboo stick. The stick is a vicious tool on its own and demands a certain focus, at least from me. Now it was to be used on an already well treated Miranda.

She told me I was to get seventeen with the stick and she would make them hard.

It was a struggle. I think we both became obsessed with getting through it. The stick is really terrible and I fear it more than anything now.

I have never come so close to understanding what a real whipping is like, I mean, a real one, when they used to whip people in the olden days, when it wasn't for fun.

On the other hand, I felt such a strange admiration for Felicia, I couldn't really explain. She didn't do it just for fun, she did it to make me see I should not be so sloppy with blogging. It was, really, a punishment, and I think, really, I deserved it.

Surprise

2011-01-21T17:27:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next moment she slipped her fingers into me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Punished

2010-11-12T14:27:00.001Z

'You haven't been blogging for a long time, why is that?'

Felicia's voice was quite hard.

'Well, there hasn't been much to write about,' I replied.

'That is not really an excuse, your readers will feel abandoned, all the same.'

'What can I do?'

'Write.'

'About what?'

'I can help you. I have a remedy.'

'Not a surprise, you are the Doctor.' (this is a joke, Felicia has finished her PhD, maybe I should have written about that??).

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I will try my best to avoid this kind of punishments in the future. I will try to blog more.

Funny Games

2010-09-23T10:12:00.000Z

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.

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.

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.

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.

It was very kind of her to ask, but I was up to it, of course. I trust her.

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.

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.

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).

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Then came the real horror. I got the bamboo stick. Eighteen with the bamboo stick can be terrible.

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.

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.

One more to go. I wouldn't have minded four with some flat implement, but instead it was 90 with the belt, again. Ouch.

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.

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.

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.

In the Wild

2010-08-19T14:42:00.000Z

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.

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.

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.

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.

'Too early for a break, innit?' I said.

'For tea and biscuits, yes,' she replied.

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.

'Come on now.'

'Wha'?' I wondered, of course, but I stepped out of the car.

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.

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.

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.

'Come on now.'

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.

'Knickers,' she said.

'You can't be serious,' I replied.

'Come on.'

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Back Again

2010-08-09T08:33:00.001Z

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.

F1 Racing and Its Consequences

2010-06-18T11:09:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I replied with an even harder smack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stinging

2010-06-04T10:17:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Apologies Where Apologies Are Due

2010-05-12T08:07:00.000Z

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.

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.

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.

Slip of the Tongue

2010-05-11T12:42:00.000Z

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.

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.

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!!'

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.

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.

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.

Welcome to Reality

2010-05-07T15:33:00.000Z

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.

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'.

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.

No, I am not turning political and this blog will definitely not be a political blog. Just wanted to say this.

Anyway, this calls for the telling of a joke (mind you, a phonological joke, not a racist joke). It goes like this:

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.

'How often do you have elections?'

The man, by her side, looks confused and a little embarrassed. Then his face opens up in a big smile.

'Evely molning.'

This and That

2010-04-29T16:23:00.000Z

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Soon a very naked Miranda was placed on the armrest of the sofa, waiting for the cheese board to descend on her bottom.

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.

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.

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.

No, not more spanking. I was thinking of something far sweeter than that.

You Know What This Means?

2010-04-23T13:15:00.003Z

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.

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.

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.

'Look what I found.'

'A tea mug...?'

'Shouldn't you have washed it?'

'I can do it next time.'

'I really think this is sloppy.'

If you don't know us, this may not sound weird but to me the conversation had taken on a slightly surreal tone.

'You know what this means?' she said and smiled a very evil smile.

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.

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.

'It's just a tea mug.'

'Don't argue, go and get the hairbrush.'

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.

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.

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.

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.

'Oh, Miranda, your bottom is already red, almost a pity to use the belt on it.'

Not that it stopped her. No, the belt was there and it had to be used.

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.

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.

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.

Some More Running in the Park

2010-04-14T10:02:00.004Z

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.

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:

'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!

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.

‘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.'

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.

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.

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!

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!

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.

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.

‘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 her, and his jaw dropped:

‘Blimey!’ he said.

'Blimey' thought Miranda, 'it's the lad who came in for the Lacan book yesterday!'

There was a substantial crowd watching the match, and they let out a collective ‘Ooh!’ as 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:

‘It’s a streaker! Whoaahay!

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.

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:

‘We need to cut her out of there!’

‘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.’

‘But the ball might hit her!’ someone objected.

‘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.’

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.

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.

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.

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.

Running in the Park

2010-03-31T14:57:00.000Z

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.

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.

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?).

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.

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.

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.

That's really everything I had to write about today. I have told you, I am a very boring person, really. Take care!

Knickers...Again

2010-03-08T14:41:00.000Z

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It is all very unfair and very mean. Whatever happens, it is good exercise, you should try it yourselves, sometime.

Good Morning

2010-02-25T16:03:00.001Z

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.

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.

Just before she was to leave she came into the bedroom.

'I have neglected you, lately,' she said.

'I know you are busy,' I replied.

'I want to make it up to you.'

'Plenty of time for that, after your viva.

'I want to begin now.'

'Now?'

'I have something for you.'

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.

What Felicia had brought was our bath brush (again!).

'I thought I would give you something to make you think of me, during the day.'

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.

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.

'Ever heard of warm-up,' I said after Felicia had delivered half a dozen stinging smacks to my behind.

'This is the warm-up. This, my love, is the real thing.'

She gave me a really hard whack.

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.

Then she kissed me on my bottom and said good bye and left.

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.

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.

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.

Bath Brush

2010-02-05T14:55:00.000Z

I hope you don't think that what happened with my friends, what I wrote about in the last blogpost, was anything close to abusive. I may have expressed me as if I wasn't in on it but I was. I know them well and I trust them with my life, they are really great friends. I can assure you that no Mirandas were harmed and that we were all very happy for it to happen.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that Felicia and I are very different. She is very dedicated to her job, her research. I am dedicated to my friends and to her. I am not saying she isn't but she is in addition very focussed on her work, while I see mine as something I like doing, for the time being.

When a thesis is nearing its completion the workload for a dedicated researcher becomes heavier. This means less time for boring partner. I am quite fed up with her thesis to be honest, and so is she. But it has to be done.

This means less time for hobbies. Yes, I said hobbies. I have realised that spanking is a hobby for us. Some people go angling, others climb a rock wall when they get the opportunity and a third gets hot under the collar at the sight of steam engine. Our hobby is spanking. 'So, what are you doing on bank holiday? I am going to work on my shed.' 'Oh, I don't know, if we have time, I will get my knickers down and have my bottom smacked.'

I know that some of you who look upon spanking as a lifestyle may disagree and think I am belittling it, but I don't think I am. It is about the role it plays in your life. Spanking for us, is something that makes us happy and cheerful and it is a stress relief, something we do because we like it and enjoy it and means something important to us. We don't live in a 24/7 Mistress and servant relationship and Felicia isn't my guardian who has to punish her naughty girl to make her go to work. I think, for us, it sounds more like a hobby, a much loved one but still a hobby.

We had time yesterday for our hobby. Felicia found the bath brush and came out to me. I was sitting in the sofa reading.

'I had forgotten this,' she said.

'What a pity.'

'I want to use it.'

'I am in the middle of a chapter.'

'Now.'

'Sigh.'

After not having had any hobby activities for weeks, it was now or never for her. You know me, don't you, always obliging, wanting to help my friends and be there for them. Yes, that's right!

It didn't take long before I was lying across the armrest of the sofa, skirt up, knickers down and was waiting for the bath brush. It is a powerful tool and can be a little scary at times. But, you know, being just a little scared actually makes you more alert.

It seemed as if Felicia almost had forgotten how to use the bath brush because she was really hesitant and rather cautious in the beginning but after a while she got it right. I guess it is with spanking as with cycling, once you have learned how to do it, you really never forget.

She decided for some sharp and very stinging smacks and didn't keep on spanking me for long.

I know how important it is with warm up and that and if you gradually increase the power of the smacks you can take more but if you know what you are doing a dozen hard smacks can be the thing if you are so inclined.

It hurts more, is sharper and more sudden and you feel it more in your person, if you see what I mean. There is almost a kind of 'no, I don't want this, it hurts too much', so there is a bit of a struggle but it is also quite nice to overcome your misgivings and endure that pain and in reality, it didn't last that long.

Since it had been so long since the last spanking I really enjoyed it. As you understand, not exactly when it happened, but afterwards, when my bottom was tingling and warm, it was quite nice. I just lay there and felt a kind of bliss.

Sometimes it happens, when you are placed over an armrest with your bottom all bare, that you imagine that the other may touch you. All kinds of touches are possible, from a chaste stroke on your bottom to more, how should I put it, intrusive endeavours.

The first reaction, at least for me, is to protect myself, to pull down the skirt and thinking it may be just a little to intrusive. Then next thing that happens, is that a part of you decides to not fight this sensation and then the fact that you are lying there, all bare, becomes a bit of a provocation, for yourself, if no one else. And you actually feel that you want the other to take the opportunity to be, well, at least a little, intrusive.

Felicia is good at knowing what I need. She knew I wanted the spanking, although. I am sure it was a nice combination of she wanting it too. She knew I needed the sharpness of it. And I can tell you she could read my mind afterwards.

There was no more working on the thesis that evening.

Brand Spanking New Year

2010-01-11T14:47:00.000Z

Spankos are weird people, I guess you knew that already. It is strange how you can be all normal one moment and the next you do things that you would be reluctant to show other people.

Anyway, lovely Fiona and Kate came visit for New Year. You know, Christmas, family, New Year, friends. It is great to have good friends over for an occasion like that.

It didn't happen immediately but sooner than you may have expected. We were sitting there talking about this and that, you know, as you do. I think that Kate and Fiona has started to meet up for a bit of mutual bottom smacking. That is good, lacking properly introduced partners and all that. Anyway, it turned out that Fiona had bought Kate a kind of bottom smacking thingy for Christmas. It was some kind of leathery thing with a handle, rather heavy. Not a pervertible but a proper spanking thingy.

It was now it happened. Felicia gladly told our friends: 'You can try it on Miranda.' Very typical her, not consulting me...sigh. I am prudish, you know that, and showing my bared posterior to all and everyone is not something that comes easy to me. But it is a little like swimming outdoors, it is much worse before you take the plunge. When you are lying there, no skirt, no knickers, it is not as bad as before, when you know you are about to. Having an audience certainly makes it more intense, though, that's for sure.

Felicia warmed me up with some hairbrush smacking and soon it was time for the new thingy. Kate got to try it on my poor bottom and I can tell you it was quite heavy. Fiona explained that although she was happy seeing Kate use it on me, she gave it to Kate so that she could use it herself. Felicia suggested, then, that Fiona should have a go as well.

Fiona is a strong woman. I knew that before but she only confirmed it.

Then they became all enthusiastic and started suggesting different thingies they could try on me. They went through most of our collection and some experimental, as well. I can tell you that a rolled up newspaper was a disappointment, for all parties involved, while some books actually can be quite useful, but only if nothing else is available.

It was kind of surreal to listen to their conversation.

'I think you should stand up, you'll get a better swing.'

'Try smacking the same spot many times over.'

'This you can use on the thighs.'

'She looks funny when she jumps.'

'I wonder how hard I can hit with this.'

'Nasty mark, she will be sore.'

I was sore the day after. Girls in a group can be such nasty beings. They urge each other on and find it quite hilarious to smack someone's poor bottom...sigh.

Truth to be told, I am quite vain and I do like the attention. On the whole we had a good evening, although I wasn't so keen on sitting down, afterwards.

Happy Christmas

2009-12-23T15:28:00.000Z

Christmas is approaching and despite (or maybe because of) the darkness and the cold I am looking forward to it. I hope you do too or at least can have a nice time. I don't have much to tell you at the moment, other than that I will spend my Christmas with redhaired girlfriend and our cat. We will be visiting some relatives and some friends are coming over for New Year. We'll see how much bottom smacking there will be time for but there is always a new year coming.

Take care and be sweet and lovely to yourselves and to your friends and family. A Happy Christmas from Felicia, Bananas (the cat) and me.

Spanking Is Fun!

2009-12-09T16:06:00.001Z

I guess you knew that already. And I know it too. But what I mean is that it can be fun to do the spanking. I suppose some of you knew that too.

What happened was that yesterday I thought we should switch roles a little. For once there shouldn't be my bottom on the line, if you see what I mean. I told red haired woman that she was in for a spanking. I even said she deserved it. That was stupid. She asked me and I couldn't really say.

I still maintained that she should get a spanking. She looked at me for a while, looking inscrutable. Then she nodded and said that I should go ahead on one condition. That condition was that I was to give her a good one. No fuss, no tapping and gentleness, no, a real spanking, was what she demanded.

Said and done. Felicia was soon lying in my lap, jeans down, knickers down and I was sitting with the hairbrush in my hand. I felt a little nervous and wondered if she ever is nervous. I have done it before but still it felt a little scary.

I began smacking her and tried my best but she wasn't happy. She wanted to feel it, so I smacked her harder. I think she began to feel it, because she was silent for a while.

Felicia has beautiful red hair and quite fair complexion, she isn't the typical freckled redhead but she is quite fair. And when her bottom is smacked it takes on a very nice pink colour. I was (again) fascinated and decided to apply the brush so as to get a nice colouring of her bottom.

I guess I got a little preoccupied with that and forgot about smacking hard. Felicia made some noises that seemed to imply that I was being boring. So I decided to really give it to her.

I felt a little scared but it was also quite fun. I smacked her really hard and I could feel it in her body that it hurt. I had some misgivings but she had told me to do it properly and I knew she would tell me if I hit her too hard.

When I was done her bottom wasn't just pink but had turned into a more fierce red. I knew that colour and I knew how it felt. I knew she would feel this for a while and I was wondering what she would think, sitting there at some seminar or talking with some lecturer, feeling her bottom being a little sore. I was, kind of, proud of what I had achieved.

And so was Felicia. She gave me a hug and told me I had been a good girl. Hadn't it been so silly to say that, I could have been a little annoyed with her, but when she smiles like that, I go for the hug, every time.

Poor Bottom

2009-11-25T14:23:00.000Z

Redhead woman was in good mood yesterday. I knew it already when she came home. She was very cheerful in a quite worrying way. I shouldn't really say worrying, because when she is in that mood I often end up getting a spanking and you know what I feel about that. Still there is a bit of anticipation beforehand.

When we had finished our dinner she went into the living room and told me, quite arrogantly, that she wanted her tea served. I prepared the tray and brought it in, playing the good servant.

When I had set it down, Felicia told me we wouldn't have our tea, just yet. No, before that I was to stand in the middle of the room, where she could look at me while sitting in her armchair.

I know her well and I was sure this meant she had something on her mind. She had me stand there for some time, while she sat looking at me. Being watched like that is a bit of mixed feelings on my side. And I was, of course, curious, where this would lead.

She even had me turn around, slowly, before she ordered me to take my skirt off. Then I was quite sure where this would end. She had me turn around again before the knickers had to go.

At this time, as you may have guessed, I was blushing. I had to turn around again while she watched. I do get terribly embarrassed, knowing she could see...you know. I am not extremely embarrassed with lovely redhead, but being watched like that, while she was sitting there, fully clothed made me feel it more.

Then she told me to take my top off and lastly my socks (by the way, lovely over the knee, red and black striped socks...). Then I had to put my hands on my head and turn around again.

She knew what she was doing. She had me stand there and pose for her, in the buff, for a while. Then she said that my bottom was in perfect shape.

Although, I know she likes my bottom, she didn't mean it had a perfect shape. No, she was referring to the fact that it was unmarked, smooth and unspanked, and thus, ready for some smacking.

She then had me get the belt. I have mixed feelings about the belt. It is heavy enough to sting but not enough to really pack a punch. She often takes the belt when she wants to smack away with vigour, when she doesn't want to hold back that much.

With the belt in hand she ordered me to kneel on a chair and she began the smacking. Sometimes I think the belt is ok, and not too bad and at first I took it quite well but when she had been doing it for a while it began to be harder.

She is very good at this, she knows what I can and can't take and she noticed I began to be affected. It didn't stop her however, no she just took her time.

I didn't count but I was sure my bottom was quite red and affected when she was done. Then she ordered me into the corner. This is an unusual occurrence. She very seldom orders me into the corner Last time it happened, it also coincided with a hospital soap on telly.

So, there I was, naked, with a well smacked bottom, standing in the corner. I wasn't allowed out until Holby City started (the hospital soap). I could sit with her and watch but wasn't allowed any clothes.

It was then I did something stupid. I said to Felicia that she reminded me of the Naylor (a rather mean character in Holby City). She didn't take it well. My advice is: never compare your beloved partner with a soap villain (of sorts) when you are sitting naked beside her in the sofa, and just have been spanked.

After the programme, she told me to get the hairbrush and I had to go over her knee. A dose with the hairbrush is always much worse when your bottom is prepared with a belt beforehand.

Anyway, Felicia was quite cheerful when we went to bed and I, I slept well.

Feeling Sexy?

2009-11-17T14:19:00.000Z

This is something I have been thinking about lately. I have been asking myself what makes me feel sexy? I know a lot of people take this for granted but for me, no, it hasn't been like that. For a start, when I grew up, feeling sexy wasn't a luxury that was bestowed on me.

When I was really little, before this question arose, so to speak, I was skinny and looked like a stick. A very small stick but a stick all the same. If I wore a short wide skirt I looked like an ostrich. I wasn't pretty or anything.

I remember a period when I found I wasn't looking as much as a stick any more and for a while I was quite pleased. I did have a bosom, although a small one, but a bosom.

Many women grow up knowing that they are sexy. They may be dissatisfied with this or that but somewhere they know that they are sexy. I don't know if they feel it, I mean, if they get the buzz or what to call it, from it, but they know they are attractive, know they are sexy. I never felt that way.

Felicia was a very quirky girl and weird in many ways but she was also immensely confident. She just didn't care. She was her own and didn't give a toss. I admired that and with her I got confidence and allowed myself to be different and a little quirky too.

It never made me feel attractive, not like she did. She seemed to know, inside her, that she was. I have always doubted myself.

With her this has been changing. First step, I guess, was to realise and accept that she found me attractive. I didn't believe her but she made me understand it was true all the same. There was one person to whom I was attractive...and sexy.

Still I didn't really feel it. It didn't made me feel sexy, it didn't give that tingling feeling in my body.

I know there are so much about this that I don't mention here. Touching, kissing, looking at a gorgeous red haired woman, hearing her say she is going to smack my bottom, all those sort of things make me all tingly but now I am talking about feeling sexy, in yourself, maybe when someone look at you or so.

I had this very private thing (I still blush to write it) about dancing. When I was alone, listening to good music (there are some really sexy music) I could dance and when moving my body, I could imagine I was sexy, like I could feel it was nice to be seen like that.

In reality I was stiff as a stick when out dancing, when other people were there. Alright, it worked when I was too drunk to appreciate it or with really good friends, but it never came easy.

My dear Felicia picked up on that and although she is generally cruel and mean she does want to help me. It was a long journey but I kind of got over my worst inhibition and I could dance with her and even allow her to look at me and sometimes I could feel that sensation in my body, I felt beautiful.

One day, some time ago now, she was sitting down, I was on the floor, dancing. She was watching me and she had that gaze that made me know she liked what she saw. I surfed on that feeling and let myself be watched.

Then she told me to stop. She looked at me and I knew she had something on her mind. She said that I should go on dancing, but not until I took my tunic off. I was wearing a kind of dress/tunic thing, that was rather short and now she commanded me to take it off.

It was a special moment and I decided to not listen to the voice that said I was being a silly girl that looked like a giraffe. Said and done, I slipped out of the dress and danced for her, dressed in knickers only.

It was like I was stripping for her, like I was on a stage and she was the audience. It was magic. I danced for her and I threw caution to the wind and let her watch me. I knew she saw me, my body and all that and I wouldn't let myself feel awkward.

It was one of those moments when you do something you are dead scared of and feel quite happy for being daring. I danced for her and I saw she liked it. I liked it too, I felt beautiful. I felt sexy.

Knickerless Dinner

2009-11-10T16:52:00.000Z

Some of you may have read about how redhead woman sometimes makes sweet and innocent librarian go to work with no knickers on. This is very mean and unusual and doesn't really cause any problems except that a certain Miranda feels like a naked librarian.

This sort of thing is better done during summer when skirts often are not accompanied by tights. Anyway, Felicia has been bad at this kind of meanness during this summer. She blames it on stress and being generally busy.

Now, come autumn, she seems to have regained some of her inherent meanness and has decided that a knickerless Miranda is a hoot. Since it wasn't really appropriate to have her thus at the library it had to be at home. So yesterday she promptly commanded me to take my knickers off when she got home.

Since I am such an obliging and obedient girl I did what I was told. I even accepted to stay knickerless when cooking our dinner.

Felicia wouldn't be the mean redhead she is if she didn't find ways of utilising this state of affairs. She took it on herself to inspect my work in the kitchen and do it often.

Every now and then she popped into the kitchen, equipped with a bath brush, to encourage me and urge me on. This urging on meant lifting my skirt and delivering a couple of hard swats with said brush on my unclad bottom.

She found it quite hilarious and the cat was amused. Miranda, herself, was less keen but since she is so kind and gentle she let redhead have her way.

When dinner was ready and we were about to sit down to eat, Felicia thought I should have a proper spanking before having my dinner. A proper spanking meant, skirt up and some twenty hard smacks with the bath brush.

Then when we sat down, the mean woman had me lift my skirt and sit directly on the chair. This was, however, not such a bad idea. Hot bottom was actually cooled down by surface of kitchen chair.

Well, to be honest, the evening was a rather nice one and since Felicia had time to swat my bottom she also had time for some hugging and cuddling and what that sort of thing may lead to.

Plimsolls

2009-11-03T11:26:00.002Z

Where we live there is this shop that sells clothes and shoes really cheap. It's so inexpensive so you get suspicious, you know, lovely pink ballerinas for a couple of quid and that sort of thing.

Anyway, the other day I found a lovely pair of plimsolls for almost nothing there and took them home to proudly show them for lovely redhead. They were red and very nice, that kind of colour you can't deny yourself, a colour you want to paint something in.

'What a splendid idea,' someone said when they saw the shoes. And it wasn't the cat. I thought it was an odd thing to say but she approved of my shoes and I didn't think more of it.

The next day, Felicia came home with a similar pair, from the same shop. My first thought was that I finally had influenced her in her choice of clothes. I was wrong.

She had chosen a black pair that looked very nice too. She wanted to try them at once. I told her to go ahead and try them.

Thing is, she hadn't bought them to put on her feet. No, she thought that a pair of plimsolls was missing in our collection of toys and trying them included yours truly.

You have heard it before. I was soon lying face down, on her knees, skirt flipped up and knickers around my knees, prepared for a 'slippering', which is the correct term for it. I suggested 'plimsolling', which she liked.

It's amazing what impact a brand new plimsolls can have on your naked behind. Although she had never done it before, she showed her immense adaptability and general skill and got in some really bad ones.

She didn't spank me for long, that is true, but she did it with some vigour and she thoroughly enjoyed it, I could tell.

Although they were brand spanking (pun intended) new and clean as anything, it is, kind of, degrading to be spanked with a shoe. This aspect was to the liking of mean redhead. She even said that 'kick arse' got a whole new meaning. She chuckled at that. Personally, I don't think it wasn't very witty. I didn't tell her, not then, anyway.

The bright side of it was that I got a spanking, which was long overdue and that was a good thing. It hurts, indeed it does, but it cheers you up.

A Brilliant Idea

2009-10-21T13:25:00.001Z

'I have a brilliant idea,' a certain redhead said to me yesterday evening.

'Hmphff,' I said, or something similar. Her brilliant ideas often mean just one thing.

'You had some good response for your delurking post, right?'

'Yeah.'

'I thought that I should do something too.'

'Yeah.'

'I think I will go and get your hairbrush and give you, say, ten smacks for each of the comments.'

'What a stupid idea,' I said.

'No, it is a brilliant idea.'

'So I am going to get a spanking because I get comments, and more because I get more comments?'

'Yes.'

'That's not fair.'

'I think it is very fair. Your readers have made an effort to comment and it is right and proper that you should do something in return.'

'Like getting a spanking?'

'Yes.'

'Hmpfff.'

'I'll get your hairbrush while you take your knickers down and then we can begin.'

There is always something very annoying when something like that is said in a very cheerful voice. And I hope you noticed that she called it my hairbrush. She is the only one who use it.

A little later I was lying across her knee, knickers down and skirt flipped up. There was a bit of bargaining, me thinking ten for each comment was a little too much, but lying like that is not a good position for negotiations.

'Do you want warm up?' she then asked.

'Does the warm up count?'

'Of course not.'

'No, then.'

She then began in earnest to make sure I was grateful for all the comments. She smacked me in tens and waited a little in between. The hairbrush is very big and very heavy, at least in Felicia's hand.

When she had come to the sixth comment, and I was thinking that it still was a long way to go, although my bottom thought it was quite enough, she stopped and thought for a while.

'This really cheers me up. I think, there should be one with the belt for each comment too.'

'That's not fair.'

'Two, then.'

'You can't just change the rules all the time.'

'Three.'

'Oh, I'll keep my peace,' I sighed, knowing that she was impossible to talk to when she was in this mood.

She promptly delivered the rest with the hairbrush, and I can tell you that it was far from as easy to take them as it is to write it here.

You can't kneel on a chair with a skirt, at least not when you are supposed to present your bared bottom to be smacked. So it had to come off, along with my knickers.

39 with the belt sounds a lot. I didn't mean the pun when I wrote this, but it is true that it sounds a lot. There is a very special sound, when the belt hits the skin. And the fact that it is your own skin makes the sound even louder.

Anyway, it was quite a thrashing. Felicia was in a good mood afterwards and I would be lying if I said I wasn't. You know how it is. It hurts and it's bad and all that but when it is over it is quite nice, bottom is warm and your friend is happy.

Today my bottom is still a little sore, which makes me think of you, dear readers. I am a very nice person because I actually enjoyed taking the thrashing for you...smiles.

Love Our Lurkers Day

2009-10-13T09:24:00.002Z

I know, I know, I haven't posted anything for a long time and don't really deserve readers but if you are still out there and haven't commented (or have, come to think of it) I wouldn't mind hearing from you. I really don't want to put any pressure on you so you don't really have to delurk but if you want, your comment will be cherished. If you need an incentive, why not think about a proper punishment for a lazy blogger, something that my redhead won't be reluctant to dish out...smiles.

This idea, of a delurking day, comes from the lovely Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts.

Red Bottom

2009-09-17T14:15:00.002Z

As you may have noticed, I haven't blogged much lately. My only excuse is that we both have been stressed out (not Bananas, she is never stressed, unless she is in the living room when she hears the fridge door open). Felicia is wrapping up her dissertation, finally. I am glad for her but it means a lot of work.

I am taking a course in Creative Writing at Open University. Felicia doesn't want me to remain a librarian for the rest of my life. We will see where it all ends, I think it is more money in Economics than in literature and writing, but anyway...

We have been busy and not much time for fun, neither with hairbrushes nor ropes. Yesterday something unusual happened, though.

It was quite late and Felicia was sitting with her books and the computer, working. I had been watching telly feeling lonely. I know she has to work and work but it is not good for her. She is tired all the time and doesn't realise it is bad for her to sit hunched over her books all the time.

I don't know what flew into me but I suddenly decided that things had to change. So I went into the bedroom, where we have the computer and where Felicia was sitting.

She looked a little stressed when she turned to me with an expression on her face, saying: 'I know what you are going to say but I have to get this done.'

'Felicia,' I said.

'Have you come to tell me to come to bed?'

'No,' I said, 'I have come to give you a spanking.'

I think I saw her prick up her ears but I can't. Bananas is good at that but Felicia is human so she isn't.

'Why?' she asked.

'Because!' I said.

She looked at me and then she nodded. Up till that moment, I hadn't been sure what would happen but when she actually nodded I knew she had accepted it.

Anyway, I took her by the hand and led her into the living room. I took a chair and placed it by the sofa. I then went and got my hairbrush. All the while, Felicia just stood there. I have to admit, I was feeling rather weird.

I sat down on the chair and told her to take down her jeans and she meekly obeyed. I took her in my lap and then I spanked her. Believe it or not, I smacked her bottom and she squirmed but said not a word in protest.

I have to admit there was a bit of frustration coming out in my smacking her bottom. It's not the best way, I know, but I do trust her to say 'no' when something is wrong.

It felt really good to smack her. I am sure she felt it. I am a small person but with a hairbrush in my hand, I can make an impression.

It was, kind of, weird to spank her, just like that, just because I had decided she should have a spanking. I knew I did it to get her mind of her books but I think I did it for me too, to show her I was there.

Her bottom became red and she showed all signs of being a little uncomfortable. I smacked her for some time and felt quite good about it. I feel that from time to time, when I do the smacking, that I can understand the appeal.

When I was done, she stood up and caressed her bottom. Then she turned to me and said:

'Thank you.'

'For what?'

'For reminding me what's important.'

'Spankings?'

'No, silly, you.'

Then I undressed her and put some lotion on her bottom, undressed myself and got into bed (yes, of course we brushed our teeth first!).

Felicia was relaxed and fell asleep in my arms. I, on the other hand, was quite agitated and couldn't sleep. However fun it is to spank someone, it isn't good for your sleep. I much prefer to get the spankings, at least at that time of the day. Anyway, I think it was a good thing, on the whole.

Silly Ideas

2009-08-25T10:02:00.000Z

What a certain redhead promises she always keeps. She told me she would try the infamous crotch rope on me and so she did. I have to admit I wasn't too keen on the idea but I am also a very kind person and wouldn't deny her anything...smiles.

Equipped with her new ropes, Felicia commanded me to remove my knickers. She thought it best. Off went my skirt too. She first tied a rope around my waist, rather tight and not so very nice. Then she applied the dreaded rope. I gather you know what it is I am talking about. Anyway, it runs between the legs and in the middle of it all, so to speak.

Alright, it was a bit of giggling when she had to make sure the rope was in the correct position. Then she insisted on pulling it tight and secure it in the, not so nice, rope around my waist.

It wasn't as painful as I had imagined but it was very intrusive. And quite uncomfortable.

Then we had no idea what to do. I have told you before, I am not very adventurous and Felicia is a little cautious at times, although she has a lot of ideas. She took command and ordered me to keep the rope on (in?) for a while.

She looked at me and agreed it made me look silly.

Anyway, I went around for a little while, tied up, so to speak. Then she took it off. She asked what I felt and I told her it was intrusive and quite intimate and a little brutal. She liked that. She told me she wasn't sure she liked the idea of being harsh with such a sweet part of me. Yes, she said that. On the other hand, that was exactly, what intrigued her.

I told her I preferred old fashioned spankings and she said she could provide one at the instant. So I got one. Not a long and hard one but short and stinging.

Felicia is still in two minds about these rope things. She began immediately to talk about what she would do the next time. I told her I wasn't sure there was going to be a next time. When she asked me why, I told her I thought it silly and embarrassing. She thought that a good thing and smiled her wicked smile. She wondered if she should put something inside me, before applying the rope.

I kind of like the idea of being rendered helpless by ropes, even to the extent of it being humiliating but I also find it quite silly and I feel stupid. We'll see.

Learning the Ropes

2009-08-13T12:46:00.002Z

The love of my life, the fiery redhead has developed a certain interest in ropes and other fetters. Not just as such but on me. I kind of like that but I have always been more of a spanking and embarrassing nudity girl. But who could deny such a person as my Felicia?

We aren't really hardcore when it comes to kink, far from it, but now Felicia has started looking at pictures of tied up women and finds it very interesting. She is something of a purist when it comes to ropes and thinks too elaborate things are just silly. She says that ropes should look good on a girl. That's how she says it, 'a girl'. As if I was just a girl...hmppff.

She has bought some rather soft and nice looking ropes and on Sunday she was keen on trying them on. That is, trying them on me.

Around noon she told me she wanted naked lunch. Naked lunch means having lunch while I am naked. It is kind of flattering that she wants to see me naked. It really boosts my confidence. So there I was stripping off preparing to go into the kitchen to cook for us.

Felicia wasn't satisfied and pulled out her ropes. She tied a length of it around my knees and then she got another of her new things, a rather long wooden spoon. She gave me a couple of really hard smacks on my bottom to send me off to work.

You feel kind of silly walking around with a rope around your knees. You have to take very short steps and you know you are making a fool of yourself. It doesn't help being naked and I am sure you look even sillier trying to get away from a grinning redhead with a wooden spoon.

Luckily our kitchen is small so it wasn't that hard to cook. Felicia made visits now and then with her wooden spoon to make sure my bottom wasn't unattended. That spoon is evil. It really hurts. And it brings out the devil in evil red haired woman. Every time she smacked me she gave me two or three smacks, five at the most but they were really hard ones. So hard that I don't think I would fancy a real spanking with that kind of smacks.

But when she gives them quick and hard it is easier, in a way. Still they smart a lot afterwards.

Enough of that. We enjoyed our naked lunch, although my sitting down was a tad awkward.

Felicia is very enthusiastic about ropes and want to do it more. As I said, I haven't thought about it a lot but I kind of like the idea of being helpless, at least being at the mercy of evil redhead woman.

She showed me a picture of the infamous crotch rope. I guess you all know what it is. I told her it looked silly and that since I am so ugly as I am it would look even worse.

She actually spanked me for saying I was ugly.

Back to Basics

2009-08-05T14:19:00.000Z

I am back! We came back on Friday, having been visiting parents and old friends and such. It was very nice but it isn't always easy to behave. You can't really get a spanking from your girlfriend when you are sleeping in your parents house.

By the way, both our sets of parents are ok with Felicia and me. Her parents are really fine with it, they seem genuinely happy to see me. My parents are bit old fashioned and I think they are still disappointed that their daughter didn't come home with a handsome man. They really like Felicia so I think they are coming to terms with what I am.

Returning on Friday night was odd. We were both tired and awkward and wasn't really happy coming home. The cat was still with the neighbours and it was too late to get her. I felt disappointed that I wasn't feeling good for coming home and I noticed Felicia felt the same.

In the morning she made us breakfast and that sense of awkwardness still remained. It was better when we got out of bed. We got the cat and unpacked and had lunch.

Some time after lunch, Felicia told me she couldn't wait any longer. I knew what she was talking about. I didn't reply but got her the hairbrush and we went into the living room. Without a word I took down my knickers and lifted my skirt and leaned over her knee.

This was familiar. It felt odd and unusual at the same time. I jumped when she smacked me, surprised how much it hurt. She started out softly and after a while I began to feel at ease with it all. I knew I had been longing for this. I felt really silly for being such a spanko, for wanting it so badly.

Felicia knows me and when she noticed I was happy with the pace and force so she increased both. She gave me some really hard slaps and I jumped again. It was then I felt this strange urge for her to smack me harder.

I felt as if she should spank me really hard, like I wanted her to make it real, like the pain would bring me closer to reality.

I actually told her. I asked her to smack me harder and she hesitated a little but then she smacked me. I really had to focus to go through with it but at the same time I liked it. It wasn't like I found any pleasure in the pain but rather that I wanted to feel it, to become present and real. It was rather strange...strange but good.

Afterwards my bottom was really smarting but I felt relaxed and calm. I wasn't exactly aroused by it but I felt warm (not just in my bottom) and there was like the tension had disappeared. Imagine that! Spanking as a remedy for being tensed and worried.

Anyway, now I feel happy being home. Things are good and I am back blogging and that is not such a bad thing.

A Smack

2009-06-24T10:59:00.002Z

A smack on the bottom is just a smack. It can be hard or it can be soft, it can hurt or just tease you. But it is just a smack, it doesn't mean much, not in itself. It's what it does to your head that is meaningful.

I have been thinking a lot about what and why and that sort of thing. One thing I think I know is that one of the reasons I want my bottom smacked is that I want someone to be stronger than me. I am not a weak person, I have strength and power in me but I don't want to have to be in control all the time, I want to lose that control, if only for a brief moment.

When I am being spanked I am subject to that spanking and I yield to it and I dare give myself over to it because I only allow people I trust completely to spank me. There aren't that many who are allowed. And with my love, my red haired Felicia, I trust her so much so that she get to decide when and where.

When we were away we met our friends, Kate and Fiona. They are not our only friends but they are our only spanko friends and that is why they are the only ones who are mentioned here.

Anyway, we sat at the pub and the strangest conversation took place. Felicia, Fiona and Kate began talking about spanking me. We sat in a corner and the people beside us were chatting quite loudly but there was still that scary sense that our conversation may be overheard.

There I was listening to these three women talking about spanking, but not spanking in general but about spanking me. Fiona asked if I was spanked often and how, and Kate butted in with some suggestions, like Felicia should use the bath brush more often and they all agreed that I could take this and that many with the belt or so.

I didn't say anything and it was all very absurd. I am sure they know exactly how loudly they spoke and they did it just to unnerve me. Thing is that it really made things with my mind.

It would be so easy to say that I was just excited or even aroused. I was much more. There was this sense of being quite intimidated by it, scared of it, overwhelmed and overcome with it and a quite soft sensation of wanting to yield to it. 'Let them do it, come on and give it to me good. I surrender.'

Later Kate and Fiona got to smack my bottom a little but it was nothing compared to what I felt when we sat there in the pub, almost talking in public, although, I am quite sure no one heard us. Or just fragments.

I will end this post with telling you that for various reasons I don't think I will be able to blog that much for a while. I will definitely be back in August. I will not just stop blogging, when I have had enough I will let you know, not just disappear. Take care and be kind to yourself.

Busy May

2009-05-20T17:33:00.000Z

Why does springs have to be so busy? When the weather is getting better and you really could enjoy life more you always end up being busy. It is quite annoying. Felicia has millions of deadlines and has no time to keep me in line. Even greater errors go unpunished.

I am joking, we don't really do punishments and that sort of thing but it is true that it hasn't been much bottom smacking in this household. I know, it is easy and doesn't take much time but you need to be in the mood.

There was some action on Monday evening, though. As it happened Felicia was in the kitchen and I just happened to be there equipped with a wooden spoon. Who can blame me? Her bottom really begged for it.

I tried to resist, I really did but what can you do? There I was, spoon in hand, there she was, clad in jeans, leaning forward, bottom on display.

She has a very sweet bottom, my Felicia and when I had started staring at it, there was no turning back. I had to do it.

It was only one smack, but a good one. And you should have seen the look on her face.

Anyway, I soon found myself leaning over the kitchen table, skirt flipped up. Not even my very sweet knickers with monkeys on could persuade Felicia to give me any mercy. No, they had to come down.

Ten smacks on the bare for a good one on her behind, that is a fair rate. And I am doing her an injustice by pretending she was angry. I think she just realised that there had been too little of bottom smacking for a while.

We are taking the weekend and half of next week off to go visit friends and relatives. Lovely Fiona and Kate will let us stay with them for a couple of nights. Hopefully something interesting will come of that. Take care and be kind.

Backfire

2009-04-29T13:16:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slow

2009-04-18T13:57:00.000Z

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

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

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

How It Is Done

2009-04-02T12:30:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Red Cheeks

2009-03-18T14:28:00.003Z

Who could have known that England would give France such a thrashing. 34 to 10, that is amazing. And the word thrashing leads me to what this post is about. I will just tell you, briefly about the 24 whacks with the board that Felicia got for backing the wrong team.

Felicia was a little reluctant but I persuaded her to take them in two gos. The first one to be delivered on her lovely bottom that instant.

I don't know what annoyed Felicia most, the fact that she was to be smacked or the fact that she had calculated it so badly, that France was, after all, such a weak team.

One thing that honours my Felicia is that she is not one to fret or try to avoid what is coming her way. No, she obediently dropped her trousers and her knickers and climbed the chair. She even meekly stuck her bottom out for me.

She has such a lovely bottom and it is really a shame to smack it when you really want to caress it instead. But, alas, a bet is a bet and a girl had a duty to perform.

The first whack is always a little hesitant. The sound was tremendous, though. It is amazing how much sound a little wood against soft skin can produce.

I gave her the next one with a little more force and she jumped. I almost chickened out then. I braced myself and got on with it. It was quite fun around seven and eight but I could see on Felicia that she thought me too soft hearted.

The last set I really tried to smack her good. And she jumped every time and looked a little impressed afterwards.

First half was over and you can't blame a girl for wanting to put lotion on a very pink and sweet bottom afterwards. We both enjoyed that...

Next instalment was to be on the Tuesday, yesterday, that is. And the same procedure was repeated. Red haired girlfriend soon knelt with no trousers and no knickers on the chair. Her bottom was quite recovered so I shouldn't really have to feel any pity.

Still it was much harder this time. The sound was terrible and although I am sure our neighbours can't hear it, it still scared me. And knowing how much it hurt didn't help.

In fact, Felicia was quite annoyed with me afterwards, a little disappointed. She wondered what the meaning was with a bet like that if I couldn't deliver the strokes. She even threatened with a spanking. A girl can be tempted but, sigh, nothing came of it.

It is true however, that a Miranda spanking is long overdue. And keep your fingers crossed for Wales to win on Saturday. However much I love to get a spanking, I hate to lose the bet.

Who is the Stronger?

2009-03-11T15:04:00.002Z

This is Felicia, the mean redhead, who is speaking. I just wanted to say something and Miranda let me do it. She is very kind.

I have wondered a lot about who is really the stronger. You who read this blog know that it is the evil red haired woman who dishes out the spankings and decides this and that. But sometimes I wonder if I am really the stronger of us two.

Sometimes I wonder what it is that make me want to spank Miranda and order her around. Alright, it is fun to spank her. No one can deny that. To have her there, in my lap or kneeling on a chair, sticking her bottom out, is really a something delightful, a lovely sight and to smack that sweet bottom is fun, exciting and yummy.

She is like a sweet you can't resist and sometimes I just want to unwrap her and see what is under those clothes she is wearing.

It is a real buzz to just tell her to take her clothes off and she does it. Or to order her to prepare for a spanking and she does it. It makes me feel powerful, like a queen. She obeys me and I am all powerful. It is scary but enjoyable.

Why does she do it? Why does she obey me? Because she wants to, that is the only true answer. She wants it and she does it. There is no secret behind it. There is even a kind of competition between us.

I try to provoke her to do something she can't and she tries to endure whatever I tell her to do. She endures when I spank her – she can be very stubborn. She obeys when I try to shame her a little.

This makes me toy with really naughty ideas. Like telling her to undress in her library and meet the people in the buff and that sort of thing, or to strip naked in the street or something, or that I should sit down and spank her on the stairs of a museum.

The great horror would be if she really did it. I wouldn't put her through something really shameful but you can always have fantasies.

Don't be too worried about Miranda, now. There is a limit to what she will do. When Miranda says 'no' it is no. There is no room for negotiations. If she doesn't want to do it she doesn't. The silly thing is that she obeys me when I tell her to serve tea in the nude when Fiona and Kate are here but she says no when I suggest that we should go shopping for shoes to her.

Miranda is really the sweetest thing. She is never ever moody, believe me, she isn't. She can be sad sometimes but never moody. She says she is grumpy but she isn't, really.

She can be angry, however. She may not seem to be that kind of person but she can be really furious. It doesn't happen often but when she is nothing can get in her way. Bananas is scared of Miranda when she is irate. The cat never fears me when I am angry but when Miranda is, she does a runner.

Mostly Miranda is cheerful. Actually, she is one of the most cheerful people I know and she really can pick me up when I am down.

And she is beautiful, did I say that? She is. The loveliest, prettiest person you can imagine and she doesn't know it herself. But I will make her see it, even if I have to use her hairbrush.

Now I will stop and just tell you that my team is France on Sunday and Miranda has England. I decided to go with France, believing them to be the better team at the moment but we will see. The fate of our bottoms is in the hands and feet of 30 strong men who without doubt will be both sweaty and muddy on Sunday...sigh. And yes, just because you fancy girls you are allowed to have fantasies about the rugby team.

A Tale (Tail?) of two Spankings

2009-03-03T15:32:00.000Z

I did have high hopes for Wales beating France and it was so close, so very close. But, alas, as it is now, France won by 21 – 16. Wales being my team in this match meant only one thing. Miranda's bottom was up for a rugby spanking. Five of the best.

Felicia, the mean woman, decided that we should wait until Saturday and so we did. Five with the dreaded cheese board is bad but not bad enough for me to lose sleep over. Still I was quite eager to get it over with the next day.

But there was no hurry. We went shopping and even had lunch out and all that before it was time. We returned home around three and then Felicia thought it was a good idea to spank me.

Sometimes I am really upset and sometimes eager but now I was just, not so very keen. I sighed and took my skirt off and climbed the chair and stuck my bottom out. She had only five but she decided to make the best of them.

She does have a good swing, that woman. She managed to set my bottom on fire in just five smacks. You have to admire skill when you see it...or rather feel it.

But that was not enough. Felicia was in one of her moods and told me how pretty I was and how immensely sexy my body is and that sort of things. Having read my last blogpost you know that this is nothing given for me and I really like hearing those things. But this time there was a certain menacing something to it.

Felicia told me to take my clothes off. It was Nude Saturday, she claimed. And she wanted to see my red bottom. What can you do? When your friend really wants something you do it. So there I was, stripping off all my clothes.

Then she insisted on continuing as usual. So there I was, in the sofa, with Felicia, reading the paper, having tea, chatting, all naked. Time and again she looked at me and smiled.

You don't really forget that you are naked but sitting there makes it more acceptable. I concentrated on the paper and a certain cosiness descended upon us.

This changed when it was time for dinner. No clothes were allowed poor Miranda when she was cooking. And no clothes when we were eating. Felicia had her evil grin on her face as she watched me clear the table.

All this is rather silly and when you know each other it is not a big deal but since she had ordered me and made no secret of ogling me it became a little tense. I was embarrassed but also a little flattered that she wants to look at me like that. I know you are supposed to feel all sexy and that going naked will end up in steaming sex. At our place it doesn't work like that. But it was still quite intense.

Then we watched a little telly until we realised that there was nothing worth watching. Felicia declared she was bored and she wanted to do something. This something turned out to be connected to my bottom. She told me that seeing me parading around the flat, all naked and with my bottom on display made her inspired.

It didn't take long until I was lying across her lap, she holding a hairbrush in her hand. Before she started she held it out and gave a long speech about how much she loves the hairbrush, how handy it is and how useful it is.

Then she started smacking me. She began with a steady pace of medium stinging smacks. I could tell that she wanted to keep on for a while. She did.

Your mind goes through all sorts of emotions when you are being smacked like that. Sometimes you think: 'this is ok, not too bad, I will cope'. Other times you think: 'oh, oh, this is beginning to be bad'. Then 'No, no, I am not sure I can cope with this'.

I have to blush now but I have noticed, sometimes that when she keeps up the spanking like this and my bottom begins to really warm up I tend to warm up too, the rest of me. That squirming and struggling makes you a little in the mood, so to speak.

And when you are like that, you begin to reconsider things. You start to wonder if not a very intrusive touch could be something nice and that if a certain hand would decide to touch certain body parts there would be no saying no.

The evil woman then ordered my up on the chair again. This time she got her belt, not the evil one but a lighter one. So instead of being naughty, Miranda had to get some more smacks on her poor bottom.

It was, kind of, weird. When you admit to yourself that you want to be naughty then being smacked becomes very intense. I don't usually get close to mixing pleasure and pain but this was as close as I have ever been.

I am happy that Felicia is as twisted as I am. She was in the mood too. She hugged me afterwards and there I was, naked against her clothes, bottom on fire but very much in the mood.

One thing followed another and redhead's clothes were disposed of and it was all very nice...although nice only covers half of it...smiles.

Feeling Sexy

2009-02-25T14:18:00.004Z

It struck me that I really don't tell you that much about me. What do you know? I am 23, I work in a library, I live in England with the love of my life, Felicia, and our cat, Bananas. I do love to get my bottom smacked and I am a little kinky. We don't live any kind of D/s life, really, but there is no doubt about who dishes out the spankings and who receives them.

I won't start an outpouring of facts about me but I thought that I should talk a little more about me and my life. Scary, I know, but still.

I have always been a tiny person and look quite childish. This is not easy, you are mistaken for a child all the time and people are often bigger than you, unless they are children. To be clear, I am 5'2 which is the average height of women in Japan. Felicia thinks I should dress more grown up but I resist.

Felicia calls my way of dressing quirky. I do love skirts and nice colourful tights, footless or not. If you have nice tights you can get away with shorter skirts than you would dare otherwise. Not that I wear miniskirts but I like them short. I do love colourful tops, with stripes or polka dots and that sort of thing.

I guess dressing grown up would mean wearing boring shoes as well, boring shoes with heels. That wouldn't really be me. I do love ballerinas and nice plimsolls. Actually it is a good time for shoes nowadays.

Mind you, when I was little you would most likely find me dressed in some fluffy pink princess outfit, complete with fairy wings and crown. I was really a silly girl.

But what about the header to this post. This is not easy to talk about, really. But when I grew up I was shy, tiny, scared and a prude. I still am but being with Felicia really has made me see things about myself. Thing is that she makes me feel sexy.

She makes me know even I can be sexy. Yes, I am blushing now. She honestly thinks I am attractive and she has taught me to realise that. I don't have much of a bosom but the one I have got she loves and have made me accept. She hasn't actually named my breasts but she does wave them goodbye when I put a top on, in the morning.

Why do I have to say something about breasts when talking about sexy? That is silly. There are so many other things that are sexy. Maybe it is because it is so much fuss about them?

Anyway, the way she looks at me makes me sometimes feel very sexy and then it is not just embarrassing to slip out of the clothes I am wearing. To have her look at me, my body when I am naked is such a boost and it makes Tiny Miranda feel like the hottest person on earth.

How did I get here? Have no idea. Talking about me? Perhaps, and that I do feel more confident now than when I was younger.

Never mind, our match on Friday (Six Nations) is France v Wales, and once again I put my trust in the Welsh lads. Shane Williams is back on the team so I have high hopes and am looking forward to some smacking of redhead's bottom.

Sense of Achievement

2009-02-18T16:45:00.001Z

As you may remember, Tiny Miranda had twelve hard whacks with the very hard cheese board to go before her rugby spanking was done. I am however sure that if you thought of me and my delicate bottom it was only to stand by and cheer my sweet, red haired, girlfriend on as she happily smacked my bottom.

In the evening, last Wednesday, I found myself on the chair, bottom sadly unclad waiting for my punishment. Felicia was very obliging and smiled as she whacked me. Did it hurt? Yes it did. Can you imagine that feeling when you just have recovered from the first hard whack and you know you have eleven more coming? It is a very special feeling, I can assure you. But when it is over there is a tremendous sense of achievement.

On the plus side, however, is the fact that Wales beat England, this Saturday 23 – 15. Yes, you heard it, that is eight on the red haired girlfriend's bared bottom. Eight is not 25 but still something to be cheerful about.

We decided to go ahead immediately. Felicia, gets a certain expression on her face as she determinedly brace herself for something nasty. It is very cute but there was no getting away from it.

Soon her fair bottom was bared and Miranda stood ready to deliver the eight smacks. The first one was really a meek one. Even Felicia thought so. The second however was a good one and she felt it.

I had to brace myself for the third and it was not a bad one. Felicia's bottom had started to change colour. You can see it quite clearly on her, very sweet, bottom.

Thing is that Miranda was about to chicken out at that moment. I will never be good at this. It is fun to smack her bottom but I can also see it hurts. I know it is only fair but I am not good with it.

I managed to get through to eight and Felicia seemed ok. She smiled and assured me it had hurt. But I felt mean. I will never be a good spanker. But I am working on it.

36 – 11

2009-02-11T15:07:00.000Z

You do the maths! I get 25 however I do it. Those of you who know what a rugby spanking is may pity me. Had we gone for Ireland v. France it would have been likely I would have been wielding the paddle. Or even Scotland v. Wales had been better. I am sure she would have chosen Wales but my bottom had been happier with the score.

Anyway, mean red haired girlfriend thought that 25 was too much for my delicate little bottom...grins. So she divided it into two doses. There was no escape from the first half that was promptly delivered to my sensitive bottom.

I was really quite terrified when I climbed onto the chair, skirt and knickerless, to offer up my poor naked self to the dreadful cheese board. This is the kind of situation that tests your love for your friends.

On the one hand I knew it was going to hurt, really hurt. On the other I knew that Felicia would never harm me, not for real. Then again, that evil, satisfied grin on her face really annoyed me, or rather made me feel quite small. At least she was enjoying it, some consolation for a kind soul...sigh.

Did it hurt? Yes, indeed, it did! It was like my whole body was being smacked. And already after the first smack my bottom was on fire, literally, I think I even saw the flames.

I almost lost it when I heard her chuckle. She really enjoyed it.

Anyway, a couple of smacks later I was ready to call it a day. Felicia was persistent and we continued. When we came to nine she was a bit concerned. She saw how it affected me. Then it was my time to be strong. I ensured her that I was alright.

She decided to give me thirteen so that the next time there was one less to go.

The upside was that she felt obliged to treat my bottom with some lotion and that is not a bad thing. In fact I liked it very much and so did she. Very much!

So, first thing first. I have twelve more to go and Felicia promised me them tonight. To be perfectly honest, I am a little scared.

Second. We have the Wales v. England match on Saturday. Please, keep your fingers crossed that Wales will show the English who is the best rugby team. And think of me tonight, and my delicate bottom.

Rugby Spankings

2009-02-04T14:14:00.001Z

Some weeks ago I had this tremendous increase in hits on my blog. At one point it reached a thousand a day. I realised that it was due to my blog being mentioned in the blog of one of the big guns in the spanking blogosphere. I should be really grateful and it was really nice to have a lot of hits (although it has gone back to normal now) but thing is that I know this person to be kind of mean. One of my friends once had an opinion that didn't suit this person and he told her in quite a rude way. So, therefore, no mentioning of the linking blog here...smiles.

Back to my life. This Saturday Felicia came home after some shopping in town, beaming and being very happy. 'Look what I bought for you!' she said and held out a wooden cheese or chopping board. If I wasn't who I was and Felicia wasn't who she is the fact that it had a handle wouldn't have meant anything special. Now I am who I am and I saw that this was a spanking tool.

It was rather heavy, much heavier than the fish slice and any spoon we own. Felicia wanted to try it at once and I couldn't deny her although it was a bit scary. Soon I was leaning over, knickers down waiting for the impact. She promised me three, just for a start.

Did it hurt? That tool is really something. Three was quite enough I can tell you. Felicia was happy though. She liked it a lot...mean woman!

But this was just the beginning of the story. As you may know, Six Nations is coming up this weekend (for those who don't know this, it is a rugby union tournament). Felicia is very keen on the idea of us having a bet. Her idea is like this: for every round of matches the dice decides one game and she gets to choose a team. I get the other team (I never signed up for fair, really).

When the match is over the one who got the winning team gets to spank the other. The rate is one smack with the new tool per point.

Sounds like an exciting thing, doesn't it? Thing is that we got the game between England and Italy. Guess which team she chose?

So if Italy would win (hah!) I get to smack Felicia's lovely bottom and if England wins my bottom is up for some punishment. Easy and simple.

It would have been more exciting had we got one of the other matches, Wales v Scotland, ok, Wales is likely to win but no landslide. And Ireland should be able to give France a run for the money. My hope is that the Roman spirit will have awakened in the Italian players.

Keep your fingers crossed and I will tell you what happened.

Overpowered

2009-01-28T14:17:00.000Z

It is not often you are overpowered. And who wants to be overpowered? Really! I mean we all want power over our own lives and that is how it should be. Can't help having this fantasy about being overpowered. I mean really being overpowered, done things to against my will. Of course it isn't against my will, since it is my fantasy but the idea is kind of exciting, don't know why.

I guess you can play a little with that if you are with someone who is really stronger than you. I mean if they spank you and you, kind of struggle. Mind you, I really think it is abuse if you really, really, don't want it, of course. I am just imagining what it would be if you allowed yourself to try to avoid it.

Felicia is stronger than me but not that much stronger. If I don't want it, she would have a really hard time convincing me. Not that she would ever, ever do that, but still.

We have tried a little, though. I mean playing with it. It is kind of hard to get to it in our relationship, really. If she tells me to do something I will do it, full stop. That is a challenge and a blessing, believe me.

I do feel the urge to protest but that is the challenge, to let go and accept what she says. I had a period when I was very meek and didn't say anything but now I tell her that I am busy or not in the mood if that is the case. The reason why I do that is because I know she will insist if she really wants to spank me. I trust her to show me what she wants and she trusts me to say no if I really, really don't want it.

Anyway, we have played with this overpowering thing. Then Felicia ties my hand behind my back. We are not very much into that but it is kind of sexy to be bound, especially by a gorgeous redhead. She disposes of my knickers, of course, and traps my legs with her leg. In that position I am really stuck.

I try to get away from her but she can really control me in that position. Then she smacks my bottom and I can do nothing about it. This is really a strange sensation because it is almost terrifying but also a thrill surrendering to her. I guess this wouldn't work unless you really trust the other.

I hope you don't think us strange because of this. It is a game and Felicia knows exactly when I don't want it. She would never ever spank me if I really don't let her. I may be unwilling at times but I do let her. I have the last word in this. No doubt about that.

Silly Games

2009-01-20T16:31:00.001Z

I wrote in the last post that I can be sexy and attractive. It has never been easy for me to have the confidence to write that. I know I can be but I am still quite embarrassed about myself and my body. Felicia thinks I should be more confident. Hah! Easier said than done. But while I am embarrassed she likes to use that.

In the evenings I usually cook for her. But sometimes she can look at me when I am on my way to the kitchen, beam evilly and then say: 'in the buff, Miranda'. This means she wants me to take my clothes off and cook in the nude.

She knows I will blush and she knows I will be embarrassed and that is why she does it. She says it is therapy for me, to learn not to be ashamed of my body. I know she just says that but it works.

Cooking is not a good idea when naked. You are, kind of, exposed to all things that are hot and so in the kitchen. If Felicia is kind I am allowed to wear an apron when frying.

Anyway, I am really embarrassed at first, when I take my clothes off and walk to the kitchen, having Felicia and Bananas staring at me. But after a while I get used to it, sort of. And then something strange happens. At least when Felicia makes her way to the kitchen to stare some more at me. I find that I like her stares.

Then I blush again but this time it is because I like her eyes on me and I see in her face that she enjoys looking at me. In that moment Miranda feels a little sexy and in that moment she can believe that it is a kind of therapy.

Changes

2009-01-14T17:20:00.000Z

I used to be tiny unassuming Miranda. I was the kind of girl who was always silent, never speaking. I was terribly shy and very small. I was always scared and I was always worried something bad would happen.

Then I met Felicia. We were only thirteen but she changed it all. She was kind of quirky but she had much more confidence than I had. She was a bit of a loner, that is true but she was the kind of girl who didn't seem to care. I know school wasn't that easy for her but to me she seemed so confident and so strong.

We became friends and I went from being the shy and insignificant Miranda to being one of the quirky ones. This was a change for the better.

We did everything together. We were really bosom friends. We talked of everything and we shared everything and I wasn't alone any more.

It took a while for friendship to develop into something more than just friendship. I began to understand I had a crush on her when I was sixteen and it wasn't that easy to get my head around. It took even longer for me to admit to myself I had a crush on her and longer still to realise that she had a crush on me.

That change was awkward at first. The first kiss was nervous and weird. If it had been for that nothing had developed. The crush was stronger than all the awkwardness and worries and finally we became lovers.

It was really weird to realise I had a crush on a girl. But it wasn't just a girl, it was my dearest Felicia, my best friend, the one I trusted with my life, who knew everything about me.

Alright, it all sounds very sweet and delightful. We have had our patches. Actually, we were separated for a while and she had a boyfriend, only for a month, though, and I was lonely and miserable. I am happy that time passed and we got together again.

We still have rows and get really upset with each other from time to time. We are no different from others. I know it is a little unusual to become lovers when you have been childhood buddies like that but it is not unheard of.

And now I am no longer the unassuming Miranda. Felicia has taught me to be confident. I know a lot of things I didn't know when I was younger. I know I am not hopeless and ugly. I know I can be sexy and attractive and I know that my touch is magical and can make her happy. That sort of things I know now.

I know this is an unusual blogpost but I thought I should say something about where I come from. I have changed and I am happy I am still changing.

Public Spanking

2009-01-07T16:01:00.002Z

I seem to recall someone asking for more public spankings of me. This is a little rude, I think but I will try to take it from the lighter side. Anyway, something happened last weekend that was pretty close to a public spanking.

We had friends Kate and Fiona come visiting. They arrived on Saturday and stayed over and left on the Sunday. On Saturday evening we went out for a bite to eat and then to the pub. I always become very silly when Fiona and Kate are here. I can't help feeling happy and when I am happy I tend to be a little silly.

It was a lovely evening and I became a little tipsy but nothing serious. I didn't even have a proper hang over the next morning. Felicia was up early but Fiona wanted to sleep and Kate was not really in a good mood. It wasn't until lunch they were back to their more normal selves.

We did nothing serious on the Sunday but took a walk and when we got back we ended up in our living room. It was then a very strange conversation followed. They all got in their head that Miranda had been behaving in an inappropriate way at the pub.

I am sure they just needed an excuse. I admit that I was singing a little at the table but that is not really cause for blame. Anyway, they were all in agreement that I needed some kind of correction for this.

So, without further ado they decided that Miranda needed a spanking, or two, or three. They were all very enthusiastic about this and who am I to deny my best friends? With a sigh Miranda followed instructions and soon was her skirt gone and her knickers around her ankles and she was lying over the knee of her girlfriend Felicia.

It was different to have an audience, I must say. It was much harder to relax and give in to the spanking. I struggled to keep my composure while Felicia, equipped with the hairbrush did her best to make me lose that same composure.

When there is someone looking who is not your most intimate friend you tend to think about where they are sitting, in what angle they look at you, what parts of your anatomy is on display and such things. It is all very embarrassing.

When she was done, my bottom was rather tender but Fiona took no notice but declared that she should continue with the correction of me. She was very keen on trying the bath brush and Felicia gave her the go ahead.

Fiona is a strong woman and although she didn't put all her strength in it she made an impression. They all found it very amusing and to some extent I was with them. I managed to just about cope with the smacking.

It was inevitable that Kate would have a go too. She decided to use the hairbrush and I was grateful for that but with a very well spanked bottom it was quite unbearable.

It was really an ordeal in many ways and I did struggle to cope. But it was also quite fun. We all laughed and giggled and enjoyed ourselves, at least they enjoyed themselves.

They all appreciated the little dance I performed with my hands on my bottom afterwards. They demanded that I should show them my bottom so they could inspect their work. I believe they felt a tad guilty when they saw how red it had become.

It is always great fun to have Kate and Fiona come visit but this was a little special. We have played spanking games before and I feel quite relaxed around them. They are allowed to watch. But it was still, kind of, special, this sense of almost public spanking.

I did forgive them for spanking me and they admitted that I hadn't been behaving inappropriately at the pub. I was glad to hear that, I was a little worried.

Have Fun

2008-12-31T13:36:00.000Z

Life is still busy but I am having fun, we all are having fun. Miranda's bottom is fairly well spanked regarding the amount of guests we have had and Felicia is happy and able to relax a little. Even the cat is well fed and happy.

Just wanted to post this to wish you a Happy New Year and let you know that I am still here, we are still here and we will still be blogging in the future. Have fun and be kind.

Happy Xmas, War Is Over

2008-12-24T15:46:00.000Z

Alright, I know I didn't come up with that but I have always wanted to say it. Things are a bit busy here so this blogpost will be a short one. I just wanted to wish you all a very merry Christmas. And so say Felicia and Bananas. Be kind to yourself and your friends and family and, if you are able, to others too.

Longings

2008-12-18T15:09:00.005Z

I so want it to be Summer again. I long for bare legs and skirts (I do wear skirts in the Winter too but no bare legs) and being outdoors. I tend to go on and on about that and our conversations tend to turn into talk about outdoors spankings.

I do fancy the idea and Felicia said she was more than happy to take me outdoors anytime and give me a good smacking. I told her I wasn't so keen in this weather. She pointed out that this time of year it is less likely to be people out on the walking path that is as close as we get to a secluded kind of wilderness around where we live.

I do have some experience of outdoor spankings. It is not much but not bad. It was this Summer and Felicia and I was walking on said path. She had found this switch she was swinging as we walked. This gave us both ideas.

Suddenly she stopped and told me to pull my knickers down. It came as some surprise, I can tell you, but I knew the reason for her saying this. I was about to say that anyone may come round the corner anytime when Felicia snapped: 'now!' She used that voice that means business.

Believe it or not, I took a firm grip on my knickers and pulled them down. I didn't let go, since I was terrified someone would come. Felicia took my skirt, lifted it and gave me three really hard lashes with the switch. It was over in two seconds or so. When I say hard I mean hard. I really had to bite my lip not to cry out.

She let go of my skirt and I pulled my knickers back up and everything was back to normal. At least on the surface. We did meet a couple walking towards us quite soon afterwards and I wonder what they were thinking. I don't think they heard anything, possible the sound of the switch. I didn't cry out or anything.

Felicia told me I was blushing and I was in shock for long time afterwards but in a way this was really, really exciting. I think, though, I would prefer to be sure no one will see me if I ever will get an outdoor spanking.

There is always a risk I will get one and sooner than I want. Felicia seems way too keen on taking me outdoors immediately.

Cure For Grumpiness?

2008-12-10T16:06:00.001Z

Hello, this is Felicia writing, the mean redhead. Miranda has had the kindness to let me post something on her blog. She is very generous. Once she even thought it a good idea to have Bananas create a blogpost but her only contribution was to lie on the keyboard purring so it didn't really work out.

I know that Miranda talks about how mean I am to her, smacking her poor bottom and taking her clothes off and that sort of things. I don't mind that. It is nothing to how mean I feel when I do that.

Spanking Miranda is really a strange experience. It is lovely, no doubt about that. She has the sweetest and most delightful little bottom you could imagine and just looking at it makes me happy. Smacking it is such a privilege. I truly enjoy it.

But I know it hurts. I know it is painful, having me smack her. That is weird and it makes me feel mean. She trusts me with smacking her, giving her pain. That is something. That is such a precious gift. I can't really explain. It seems so terribly cruel to reward that trust with spanking her.

I know she likes it. We have been together long enough for me to know that. Still it is something bitter sweet, a combination of feeling mean and feeling happy. I am blessed with the privilege of smacking her sweet bottom and I never ever take that for granted.

Anyway, the other day she was grumpy or sad even. I think it is the winter, it gets to her. She is no longer her cheerful self and is generally quite miserable. Miranda is really the kindest and loveliest person anyone can imagine, silly, alright, and sloppy at times but you couldn't find a kinder and more affectionate person. I trust her with my life.

Generally, spanking is not a good idea when Miranda is in that mood. Really, you don't want to anger her. It doesn't happen very often but an irate Miranda is nothing you want to come across.

For some reason Miranda dared me to spank her. We had some tiny little argument about something. We weren't angry or anything, just discussing. For some reason I took her up on the challenge although I feared it was a bad idea.

I could sense how not in the mood she was for that but she complied and soon she was across my lap and I had the hairbrush in my hand. One thing followed another and I started to smack her. I have to admit I got a little carried away and soon she was squirming a little.

Then something happened. She cried out, almost in anger, and I stopped immediately. Then she sounded very angry when she told me to go on. I did and she endured her spanking.

I have to admit that I was a bit worried I had been too cruel to her and when she turned to me she was crying. We hugged and she cried on my shoulder. I know those tears. They are not angry tears, not even sad, they are the tears she cries when tensions go away, when she feels better.

Believe it or not, something happened that made her feel better. I don't think spanking is a remedy for winter blues but maybe she got something else to think about or something.

It was good to see her smile again, afterwards. And I did ask her permission to write about this. Winter gloom doesn't disappear with a spanking but it was something unusual that happened and I felt privileged to be in on it. Take care and be kind to each other!

Grumpy Miranda

2008-12-03T16:25:00.000Z

It is one of those days. It must be the winter darkness that has descended upon me. Miranda is in a terrible mood. People annoy her and she feels like being unkind and unpleasant to everybody.

It is a good thing I don't have a lot of power when I am this grumpy. If I had I would have put all my colleagues (at the library) and most of our visitors in a row, have them drop their skirts and trousers and knickers and briefs and whatnot. And then I would run along that row equipped with some nasty thing, like a bath brush or an old fashioned whip and hit every buttock in sight.

Sorry for being so mean but this is how I feel today. Maybe it will be better when Felicia gets home and she can give me a big hug. Hugs are great against grumpiness.

Tricky

2008-11-25T15:34:00.002Z

I feel that my friend, the lovely Felicia, my love and my life gets a bad press here. I tend to tell you only of when she smacks my bottom or thinks of something mean to do to me. I am sure you know that she is not a mean person, she is the best there is and not because she smacks my bottom and keeps me in line or some stupid thing like that. No, because she is my love and she loves me and she is my support and life.

Now that I have said that, I can tell you about how mean she was yesterday. Felicia doesn't punish me when I am bad or anything, most often she smacks me because she wants to and sometimes to get my attention. Lately, however, she has begun to smack my bottom because she is annoyed with something I have done. It is not as bad as it sounds. It is more like she comes home and finds that I have forgotten something and she says she has to spank me for it. To be honest, it is more like a game and for a bit of fun.

Yesterday she asked me if I had watered the plants which I hadn't...of course. She said that this, of course, called for a severe punishment. Try to imagine a sweet red haired woman trying to stay serious when she says this.

Anyway, I went along and begged forgiveness and all that. Mind you, we don't roleplay and stuff like that, no naughty schoolgirls in our household and that sort of thing. But this was almost like a roleplay.

Felicia was merciless and soon I had got the dreaded bath brush and was preparing to kneel on the chair to get my bottom smacked. You can imagine that there is a kind of excitement in Miranda at this point. It is kind of fun but the bath brush is really scary too, so there is this mix of feelings.

Then Felicia turns to me and says: 'Oh, I think I'll have you take all your clothes off.' Yes, she said that. I think she became some kind of very strict headmistress or something at that moment. I had to giggle but my clothes came off.

For some reason, a bath brush looks far more menacing when you stand there stark naked looking at it. This didn't stop Felicia and soon she had ordered me up on the chair.

Anyone who has been there knows that this is a very special moment, a moment of excitement and dread and anticipation and tension.

What does she do, you think? The mean woman takes the bath brush, holds it out, puts it on my bottom, taps it a few times, as if to take aim. Then she removes it and says: 'I think I will let you off this time.'

I just gasped and stared at her. There I was, naked, kneeling, waiting for a spanking and she just lets me off the hook.

Of course my bottom was grateful but I was really disappointed, or what to call it. I couldn't believe it. In a way, this was more humiliating than if she had smacked me. Can't really explain why it felt like that.

But I have to admire her ingenuity.

And to let you know, I got a bedtime smacking with the hairbrush later so all wasn't lost.

Polka Dot Knickers

2008-11-17T11:18:00.003Z

In a way it is good when you partner still can surprise you. You think you know someone completely and then they suddenly say something that you had no idea about.

The other day Felicia told me that I had spankable knickers. Or rather she was more tempted to smack my bottom when I wore certain knickers. Especially a pair of polka dot ones.

I must admit that I stared at her. I asked her if she really fancied to spank me more when I was wearing my polka dit knickers than, say, my grey ones with bears. She told me that the bear ones were a bit too childish, and thus a little of a put off, and that the polka dot ones were her favourite.

They are very sweet, I have to admit that, they are red with white polka dots, part of a set but this girl don't often use the bra so it is more often the knickers alone.

Felicia told me that when I am wearing those her fingers itch with a desire to pull them down and smack my bottom. Not that I would object (too much, anyway) but it surprised me and fascinated me that she felt this way.

I had to ask her what made her feel that way and she couldn't explain. She said they looked so sweet and innocent that she just had to spank me. I do have some really girly, childish ones, with bears and that sort of thing but she said that those were not so inspiring. She actually preferred a pair of plain grey ones before the silly ones. But the polka dot ones were her favourites.

I have some nice black ones that are a bit silky. She likes them too but they make her want to take the riding crop to my bottom and have me take them down myself. They are stylish and makes her want to be a little cruel.

I do own a couple of string ones but I don't like them and Felicia only insists on me wearing them when she wants to make me feel a little exposed. Those make her want to smack my bottom, because she can see it, but since she enjoys the removing of knickers, the string ones are sadly unsatisfactory.

No, her favourites are the polka dot ones and she finds them 'sweet' and 'innocent' but not childish. She told me something I hadn't thought of and that was that whenever I wear them and is to be spanked, she always removes them herself.

In fact, her eyes were really sparkling when she described the pure joy of pulling those knickers down to reveal my 'tiny little spankable bottom.' Yes, she said that. It is nice to have a tiny little spankable bottom but it made me blush, for real.

I know she sometimes prefer to pull my knickers down herself and sometimes tells me to do it but I had no idea it was connected to the knickers I was wearing.

Now, the big question is, should I wear the polka dot ones more often or should I avoid them? Besides inspiring my red haired friends I like them and they make me happy.

Love Our Lurkers Day

2008-11-11T11:20:00.002Z

Hello out there! I know you aren't that many but I know there are some lurkers out there. Why don't you come in and comment? You don't have to say anything special, just a simple hello will do.

But if you don't want to comment, I won't seek you out and spank you. Really spanking and blogging is fun so there is no pressure.

So, people out there, hello to you and a great big thank you for reading. It means a lot to me...and to Felicia and to Bananas. No, that last thing may have been wrong. Bananas, the cat, really cares only about food.

And don't forget to visit Bonnie, at My Bottom Smarts, after all she was the one who came up with this brilliant idea. Thank you Bonnie!

Bonfire Night

2008-11-05T16:00:00.001Z

Did you watch the Brasilian Grand Prix? I almost fell of my chair. It was almost too exciting. There were two things at stake, the race itself and the whole championship. And since both those things render the loser a spanking, one of us (Felicia and me) could face two spankings.

Lewis Hamilton needed to finish in p5 or better to wine regardless of what Felipe Massa did. The Brasilian was on his way to winning, putting pressure on the gorgeous Lewis Hamilton. Until the last few laps he managed to stay there (in fifth place) but was overtaken by the hotshot Vettel and thus on his way to losing the championship.

In that moment Felicia had a very mean smile on her face, enjoying the thought of giving her dear friend two spankings. But then, in the last corner, almost, Hamilton overtook Timo Glock and managed to snatch the fifth place in the last seconds of the race.

He didn't win the race which meant I was in for a spanking but he did win the whole championship meaning Felicia was in for a smacking. I insisted that the race spanking should go first.

Felicia agreed and soon after the race I was in her lap, knickers down receiving a good smacking with a hairbrush. It was really a very strange sensation. Felicia did her best to make me take notice but I was so chuffed that gorgeous Lewis Hamilton finally got his championship that I hardly felt the smacks.

Felicia is a very persistent woman and finally she got through to me and after a while I was squirming. She really made an effort and my bottom was really smarting when she was done. I kind of enjoyed the whole thing though, sharing the joy with my lovely red haired friend...chuckles.

The championship spanking had to wait till the next day. I really wanted to make something special of it. I had decided to use the hairbrush. Strange thing that it seemed even more menacing when I was holding it, planning to use it on Felicia's bottom than when she was brandishing it.

Miranda can be quite mean. Felicia knew she had to do as I pleased so I thought I should take the opportunity. I had planned it well. I sat down on the chair, the one she often use when smacking me and told her, not just to take down her knickers, but to strip off completely. She did raise her eyebrows but she complied.

When she was naked I told her to get the hairbrush. I was really doing it by the book. Not that I didn't enjoy the sight of her. She is really beautiful! And she knows how to move with dignity despite being stripped naked. I truly envy her. But it was a delightful sight watching her lovely body, all naked. Not that it is very unusual for me to see her naked but it was still very special seeing her move like that, being naked at my command.

She gave me the hairbrush and took her place in my lap. It was kind of weird to have her there, naked and all ready to be spanked. Anyway, I didn't let that stop me. I began smacking her.

She is a stubborn woman and she didn't say anything but I noticed a certain discomfort and after a while her very fair skin was turning pink. I felt a little awkward first but I smacked along and soon I started to enjoy it.

Felicia endured, even the final hail of harder smacks. She is stubborn and very brave, I have to say.

500 Seconds

2008-10-30T16:18:00.000Z

This is really, really silly. I know that. My blog had 50,000 hits the other day. I know it isn't much. Some pass that before lunch is being taken (spot the sporting reference here, if you can...chuckles). But for me it is a milestone.

Felicia thought it was a milestone too and a cause for celebration. Bananas just wanted food but she is like that. And celebration for Felicia often means a very special kind of celebration. Yes, you've guessed it: a spanking.

So, she came up with the brilliant idea of transforming the 50,000 hits to another kind of hits. A spank for each hit would be very much too much so she toyed with the idea of giving me one smack for every 100 hits. That is 500. That is really a lot.

I wasn't too keen so she thought about it and decided that each set of 100 hits should be transformed to one second of spanking Miranda. 500 seconds equals 8 minutes and 20 seconds.

To make it more memorable she took the hairbrush. So Miranda had to take her skirt off and pull down her knickers and position herself in the lap of her friend. The timer was set and smacking began.

8 minutes and 20 seconds can be a very long time when a determined woman smacks your bottom with a very hard hairbrush. It never ended and my bottom started to burn. Miranda was squealing and squirming but do you think that stopped Felicia? No, it certainly didn't.

At last, after an eternity the timer signalled the end to my ordeal and a very sore Miranda could pull up her knickers.

It all ended well. Felicia had bought me a very nice chocolate cake from the French Boulangerie. It was very nice and we had a slice each with tea. Actually, I had two slices. I was allowed. It is after all my blog and my bottom that was smacked.

Red Haired Gets Her Bottom Smacked

2008-10-22T16:24:00.001Z

Did you watch the Chinese Grand Prix on telly? I did and Felicia did, even Bananas did. And you know what? Sweet Lewis Hamilton won. So red haired girlfriend had no other option than to offer her sweet bottom for a spanking. Six of the best is not much of a spanking but I tried to make the best of the situation.

Felicia had to take down her trousers and her knickers to receive her spanking and I had equipped myself with a hairbrush. She draped herself across my lap and it was time for smacking.

She has a very nice bottom. Girl's bottoms are really nice. When I sat there staring at this little wonder, I thought that those girls who prefer men lose out on this.

Felicia's bottom is very round quite fair and really soft without being too wobbly. It is a bottom made for spanking.

I proceeded with my task and smacked her. Since I could only give her six I thought that I should really put my heart into the ones I had.

I think Felicia thought I managed. She squirmed and jumped as I smacked her sweet bottom. I am generally a very kind person and don't really want to hurt her but this time I felt that I shouldn't hold back. I didn't.

It was fun. Felicia is of another opinion but a bet is a bet and she lost. Anyway, she took it well and didn't complain. She told me however that Hamilton will lose the next and last race of the season and then it will be her turn again.

I know he will win and I know he will win the whole championship and the bet says that if he does I get one occasion to spank her as much as I want. There is, of course, the slight risk that he will snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, like last year and then it will be Miranda's bottom that will be very sore.

Japanese Sharking

2008-10-08T13:37:00.001Z

You know what it is? It is a Japanese pastime that means you sneak up on some unsuspecting girl and pull down her knickers. Now you can film this and post the film on the Web. As many other Japanese peculiarities, like Teriyaki, Seppuko and Buto, this has, of course spread to other parts of the world.

Some think this is fun but others are not so happy about it, especially those being sharked. I for one wouldn't be very happy having my bottom bared in public, filmed and then out on the Web. This is really quite abusive and I do hope that those films are staged.

Although Felicia and I share our objections to the sharking of innocent victims she is quite happy to do that to me. It happens, from time to time, that when I am busy with something, like putting something on the top shelf of a cupboard or something, she sneaks up from behind and pulls down my knickers. There is always the risk that I will drop that priceless crystal bowl I was putting away but most often I keep my cool.

I am an easy target since I am most often dressed in skirts. Jeans are not good for sharking, I can tell you.

Anyway, the other day, I was busy standing outside our flat unlocking the door when Felicia decided that this was a good moment for some sharking. I can tell you that it is not easy to protect yourself when you are holding a key that is in a lock and at the same time are balancing a bag or two.

Felicia thought it was hilarious and I really had a go at her, because she did it outside out door and what had happened had some of out neighbours watched? She told me that the thought had been on her mind and that she thought it would cheer up most of our neighbours to be allowed a glimpse of my bottom.

I was not quite happy with her view so I decided to take revenge. For this purpose the dreaded fish slice came in handy. She wasn't so keen so I had to chase her through the flat and I didn't catch up with her until we came to the bedroom.

Jeans are not good for sharking and neither when preparing a objecting victim for her well deserved spanking. So I had to settle for some good smacks on her clad bottom. I am quite sure I got her attention.

The downside with living with Felicia is that she is stronger than me. I am not called Tiny for nothing. She wasn't at all happy with her punishment. Instead she decided to deprive me of the fish slice and use it on me.

I objected, I can assure you I did. But soon I was held fast by Felicia and positioned in such a way that she could use the instrument on my poor bottom.

Skirts are better for sharking and far easier when preparing victims for smackings. It didn't take her long to get my knickers down so she could assault my very naked and exposed bottom.

The fish slice is mean. Felicia is very determined. This combination and the lack of knickers makes for a very painful combination.

But afterwards she applied some lotion to my smarting bottom and I found that, after all, it was worth it.

Testing, Testing

2008-10-02T15:38:00.001Z

I am really, really depraved. I think I am. Something happened yesterday and it made me think.

You may have noticed the I am something of a submissive kind of girl. I can't explain it but there is a kind of cosiness in having my Felicia run the show. In the beginning it was the spankings, that was really everything to it. It was a bit of fun. But more and more, through the years I have come to enjoy the surrendering to the spankings.

In fact, I am so thrilled by it so I like Felicia to do things to me that I don't enjoy. In a way it has always been like that with spankings, both horrible and good, but sometimes I do long for being a little provoked so I have to struggle with the surrender bit.

I will tell you what happened. Felicia sometimes does things to me that are plain mean. I know she wants to provoke a reaction, take away some of my meekness and test where the limits are.

I do get terrible angry at times and Felicia has told me that this makes her proud of me. She is a strange creature, indeed. But sometimes the reaction is different.

I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes when she came in. I didn't look at her. Instead I continued with what I was doing. I sensed her coming up to me and I wasn't sure if she was to hug me or tickle me or something. That is as much thrill I can cope with.

I was a little surprised when she lifted my skirt. For a second I got this idea of her touching me in some naughty way. I had just started to blush when I realised what she was doing.

She gave me a really hard smack with the dreaded fish slice on my thigh. She managed to hit me on the inside, a good hit, some may say. It really, really hurt. I jumped. I even dropped the plate I was holding.

When I looked at Felicia she had that expression of curiosity and worry. She has that when she isn't sure about my reaction, I think.

Everything in my mind told me I should be angry. I should really have a go at her for being so mean to me. I should really let her have it, all my anger and irritation.

What happens? I stare at her. And then I feel proud. Can you believe it? I feel proud of her. She dared something mean to make me react and I was proud of her for it. And I felt how much I loved her for it.

I really love my wicked, evil and mean and wonderful red haired friend. That is how depraved I am. I love her for being mean to me.

Blogging Fatigue

2008-09-25T12:30:00.001Z

Hello there! Blogging doesn't come easy these days. I seem to be busy with other stuff all the time and can't think of what to put here. I have loved blogging but now it seems slow. Maybe I should be honest enough and say that I will not be able to blog as frequently as I have done. I will try to do it, on a regular basis but with longer time in between. I am sorry for this but that seems to be the only way.

So, what is there to report. Felicia is ok, Bananas is ok, she is well fed. I am ok. I had my bottom smacked for Italian Grand Prix and yesterday for the Hungarian one (Hamilton's appeal was denied). But who could live on racing spankings alone? Not Miranda, anyway.

Saturday was quite intense when it comes to smacking. Felicia told me she wanted to have fun with the fish slice. 'Fun?' I said. 'Fun!' she said. And so it was. Miranda found herself, knickers down, over the armrest of the armchair getting her bottom smacked. The fish slice really stings. And in the hands of an expert...ouch!

But then the strange thing happens. Miranda is happy. It stings and it hurts and her bottom is on fire but then, afterwards, she is kind of happy. That sense in her bottom, of heat and soreness, is really like a nice touch and she feels really happy being with a girl who knows how to handle a fish slice...and a girl like Miranda.

Take care, readers! I am sorry for being so slow.

Racing Results

2008-09-10T14:47:00.000Z

As you know, things has been a little upside down lately so there has been no racing spankings for a long time. As you may remember, Felicia and I have a bet, if Lewis Hamilton wins a F1 race I get to smack Felicia's bottom otherwise it is my bottom that gets smacked.

Anyway, since Silverstone there has been one Hamilton win and two losses and one undecided. Friday we negotiated what to do. Felicia insisted that I should spank her first so she had hers left.

You can't argue with that woman so she got her six of the best on Friday night. Although I knew I had mine left I did my best and it was quite fun. She squirmed. This means I succeeded...at least a little.

Mine were left until Saturday. Our bet is a little uneven. She is not restricted to six of the best so she could have me over her knee as long as she wanted. This means two rather long ones during Saturday.

She is quite good at doing that. Long spankings, keeping me just where I can endure it but still scared it will be too much.

If you have got a good one in the morning, the second one is quite special. A certain bottom was already quite sore.

So Saturday was an ordeal but at the same time it made me feel good. Like we were back on track and things were stable and good again.

I am still hoping for the stewards to hand the victory back to Lewis Hamilton in the Hungarian Grand Prix...sigh.

Resmacked Bottom

2008-09-03T16:04:00.002Z

Hello! You write such nice things to me. I get tears in my eyes and all that. I have to tell you that I am ok. I am fine and Felicia and me are fine. It was just that for a while everything seemed so gloomy around me. A couple of friends are breaking up from long time relationships and we had to be there for them and that made me think. It scared me that this happened. I know, it is not rational. It happens all the time and we can't be sure of anything but it was still, kind of, upsetting.

It may seem like a silly thing to allow to get to you but I have been frustrated workwise too and Felicia is on about me getting a new job or studying instead.

And spanking has been no fun. It didn't work, was no fun and no excitment.

Things are changing. I am feeling better now. In fact, Felicia smacked my bottom yesterday and it was good. It was bad, of course, but it was good. You know what I mean.

She suddenly recalled that I am not allowed to cross my legs. We had both forgotten about this rule or task. But now she recalled it and caught me out with my feet crossed.

I know she just did it to cheer me up but there was no negotiating allowed so Miranda had to go over girlfriend's knee and get her bottom smacked.

And it was good. I liked it. I am improving.

Hello

2008-08-19T09:51:00.001Z

Hello, readers. I am really sorry that I haven't had time to blog. I understand if you begin to lose interest. It is understandable, nothing new to read for a long time.

Things have been bad. And it has taken a lot of time and effort so there has been very little for me to write about. Felicia and I are fine. Actually, I really get to know how important it is to have someone like Felicia to support you when other things are bad.

We have had very little heart for smacking of bottoms or other such things. In fact, when we try it really doesn't work. It is supposed to be fun. I know some manage to use it as stress relief but that is, obviously, not for me.

The bad thing is that I am not sure when I will be blogging again. I hope I will be back to normal soon. I am sorry for letting you down.

For those who want to know. Bananas is in good form. She is fed properly and doesn't really care about human troubles.

Home Again

2008-08-06T14:49:00.000Z

Hi, I am back, we are back. Holidays are good but sometimes they are very exhausting. We have visited millions of relatives and that is not always easy.

We spent some time with my parents. They are very old fashioned but they are completely cool about me living with Felicia. I was really scared to tell them (that was a long time ago) but they knew Felicia as my friend before they got to know she was my girlfriend and they just said it was good I was with someone nice like her. There I had been worrying about my parents taking it hard that their daughter was a lesbian.

We spent some time with Felicia's mother. Her father passed away many years ago (Felicia's father, that is). She (the mother) never says a negative word about her only daughter, her only child being with another girl. Still I know she is disappointed and not happy about it. I feel awkward being there but I can't really be angry with her. She is doing her best.

During all this time Felicia and I hardly had a minute to ourselves. We spent two days in a B&B. It was very expensive and I would have stayed longer if we could afford it. There was a neat little beach there but no weather for swimming.

The bottom line (no pun intended) is that there was no time for holiday spankings...sigh. I am glad we are back. In fact, both Felicia and I have a spanking waiting, for Lewis Hamilton's win in Germany and loss in Hungary. Life can be hard sometime.

Anyway, today it is 63 years since the Merican's dropped an atom bomb on Hiroshima. There you can talk about WMD. I am not going to turn political but it sometimes scares me how stupid and evil mankind can be.

Sorry for being so gloomy. Maybe I will be more cheerful tomorrow.

Go Lewis, Go!

2008-07-08T09:43:00.002Z

The British Grand Prix at Silverstone, the rain is pouring down. What more could you ask for? Of course that the gorgeous Lewis Hamilton would win the race. And guess what! He did!

Not only does this make Miranda unusually cheerful, in addition, she gets to whack her red hair stunner girlfriend's bottom with six of the best with the bath brush. Alright, Miranda is usually the spankee and will remain to be that but on occasion she enjoys wielding the thingy.

There wasn't much to say for Felicia. She had to take it. And I was a little cruel and let her wait an hour for it. I am not sure she suffered more than I did because I was itching to get on with it.

Anyway, girlfriend had to kneel on the chair with trousers round her ankles and more importantly knickers some distance away from a very lovely, round and fair bottom. I wouldn't dream of letting anything get in between my sturdy bath brush and that bottom.

If you are not that used to smacking bottoms there is a certain hesitation in doing that so the first smack was a bit weak. I have to admit that but the next was a good one. I could tell. Imagine, now, an evil grin on Miranda's face!

I soon got into it and smacked on. Fair bottom turned pink even if it was only six of the best. Well, actually one rather meek one and five much better. I could tell that I wasn't that bad at it, though.

When the sixth was done I got it in my head that since Lewis Hamilton won the British Grand Prix in such a style I should really give her one more. Which I did. You can imagine red haired girlfriend's reaction.

But then something happened. I looked sternly at her and told her that since it was such a great race she would get three more, to a total of ten. And then something really odd happened. She nodded. Imagine that! She nodded.

I was trembling as I got on with it and delivered three more good ones, the last two really good ones. Pink was almost red and it looked very intriguing on a very fair stunner like her.

You could imagine that Felicia would explain to me the importance of keeping to an agreement and that I had broken it and that this, really called for some serious bottom warming. No, she would never do that but she could have been upset or angry with me. I sort of counted on that. Instead she looked at me when she arranged her clothes and hid that lovely bottom of hers. And what I saw in her eyes was pride. She was proud of me. She thinks I am a little too meek in life and urges me on to assert myself more. I think she thought I had learned the lesson, just a tad and she was proud.

I will not tell you what happened next. Anyway. I am sad to tell you that we will both be away for some time so there will be very little or no blogging for some weeks now. I will be back in August and will write some more. Hopefully there will be some holiday smackings to report.

Have fun!

Remote Control Girlfriend

2008-07-03T17:14:00.000Z

Yesterday, at home after work, I got a text message from Felicia. It said: 'Coming home – naked!' I had to admit that my heart started to beat harder. The message did not mean, as you may think, that Felicia was coming home naked. No, it meant that she was coming home and she expected me to be naked when she did.

This is her new idea of fun. And perhaps a way of making this commitment a bit more intense. It started this Saturday but the only reason I got her meaning was that we had toyed with the idea before. She sent me a text when I was at home and she was at her department. It said one thing and that was 'spanking.'

I sort of got it anyway and it got my pulse up. It meant simply that I was going to get a spanking when she got home. It came like a surprise while I was just being there, sitting in the armchair, reading a book with bananas on my lap. Suddenly I knew I was going to be spanked and it changed things.

Felicia confirmed my interpretation when she got home and Miranda's bottom was smarting when she was done. I liked it and I don't know if the anticipation made it a little more...how should I put it, exciting, but I didn't make her dinner because I was busy in our bedroom, if you know what I mean. She was as busy as I was, in the same place so she couldn't cook either...chuckles.

Anyway, yesterday my heart started beating as I understood what she meant. I felt, kind of humiliated by this short statement, which wasn't even a statement, just a word – naked.

Anyway, Miranda was naked when Felicia got home and she got a great big hug in the hallway. There is something immensely exciting being naked and hugging a red haired stunner who is very much still clothed. Makes you feel a little vulnerable and...well, naked.

Enough of that now. Yesterday became a tad busy too, I can tell you. And Miranda has a smile on her face while writing this.

Monday Spanking

2008-06-24T15:16:00.000Z

Miranda was in for a spanking again. Lewis Hamilton had finished in tenth position...sigh. And you can bet that Felicia would make the most of that. There were really no extenuating circumstances, he had brought it on all by himself.

Thing is, Felicia was away until late Sunday evening so she postponed my spanking to Monday. How I have having to wait for a spanking! I should be used to this now but all Monday was kind of strange, me thinking of little else than my upcoming bottom warming.

To add to it all, Felicia was late home Monday evening so I had to spend some hours at home waiting. I don't know why I was so affected this time, but I was. I was even a little grumpy when she finally got home.

Anyway, we had dinner and then it was time. I had almost lost all desire for a spanking when it was time so this time it was almost for real. I was quite jittery as I took my place in her lap. In our house there is no smacking of clad bottoms so my knickers were already gone when she flipped up my skirt.

I have to give it to her that she was quite gentle in the beginning, sort of warming me up. But she used the hairbrush from the very beginning and that can sting. And you can both be kind and cruel with it and as time went by she geared towards being mean to me. After a while she was smacking away in earnest and Miranda's bottom was quite warm.

Miranda never pleads. She squeals and pants and growls and squeaks, but she never pleads or protests. So there I was, letting out tiny sounds of distress as Felicia smacked away at my bottom.

After an eternity when she thought that my bottom had the right shade of pink she stopped. I knew it was more red than pink because it was really smarting. Felicia was not done, however. She pointed out that Hamilton didn't even get a point and this called for some harder measures.

So Miranda had to strip off her clothes and kneel on the chair for some treatment with the bath brush. Ah, the dreaded bath brush! It really hurts. It took some determination for me to stay in place but after a while it was done and a very trembling Miranda had been smacked.

Felicia gave Miranda a very long and very good hug and Miranda felt again that she couldn't really be angry with her friend for smacking her bottom. It was rather something she liked.

I had to stay naked for the rest of the evening, though. It is something very annoying with red haired women leaning back in comfy armchairs staring at your very unclad body as you go by and smiling as if this is really the best entertainment possible.

Nothing Much

2008-06-16T16:08:00.000Z

What are you supposed to write in your blog when nothing interesting had happened. My life is really boring at the moment. I wake up, go to work, work at the library, go home, cook for Felicia, give the cat her food and then watch some tv and then go to bed.

The best thing is that it is summer, and that it is not raining. Summer is good. In England this means that there is not cold rain and really horrible weather and on a good day you can go out in skirt with no tights. I know what you are thinking. But no, I usually keep my knickers on.

What do you do to spice up your life when spanking are few and far between? I trawl the Web. That can be both boring and quite amusing. The other day I found this clip of a very cute French singer. You may have noticed I added a link to YouTube there so off you go and watch! She is called Alizée and is very cute, has a good voice and is a good dancer.

I know some of you may find this clip a little silly but that is only to be expected of me. I think it is nice to see a singer on stage that doesn't just try to look immensely cool and seem to be telling you to bugger off unless you want to be killed. No, I think she looks very sweet indeed.

People who are working on their PhDs, do they ever take a break? I know my stunner, Felicia, is a very clever girl and she will be a fine Doctor when it is time but right now I think she should have more time for her girlfriend and girlfriend's bottom.

Sad Day for McLaren

2008-06-09T16:06:00.000Z

...and for Miranda. As you may know, the Canadian Grand Prix was held yesterday. Miranda had high hopes, since her hero, Lewis Hamilton was on pole. The start went well and everything looked fine for another win and another smacking of girlfriend's bottom. Then some incompetent driver parked his car in a very bad position and safety car was deployed. This is a sad story but Hamilton ended up in the back (his car, of course) of Räikkönen's and both driver had to retire.

You know what this means! No win for Hamilton means smacking of Miranda's bottom. Red haired girlfriend was eager to point out that Hamilton did not just not win but he caused himself not to win by his own mistake and at the same time ruining the chances of his main opponent.

Felicia thought that this called for an extra harsh smacking of Miranda's bottom. So, soon, I found myself in her lap, skirt up and knickers down and with her smacking away on my bottom equipped with the evil hairbrush.

She was kind enough to take it a little easy at first. It was not so bad in the beginning but then she started in earnest and she is very good at this, keeping me on the brink of feeling that I can't cope. That is a strange sensation because she keeps me there, sort of balancing and when I start to feel a little sure that I am able to cope she is there with some hard smacks.

Anyway, it was not done with that. She changed to the dreaded fish slice and she explained that this was for Hamilton causing all the mayhem. It was dreadful. The fish slice really packs a punch and I didn't cope, or perhaps I should say, I was overwhelmed. Felt a little heroic though for taking it for my hero...sigh.

Felicia was done after a while and said that she had been lenient (evil woman). She said that next time Hamilton acts this recklessly she will add the riding crop to the selection of tools.

Anyway, my poor bottom was rather hot and red when this was done so red haired girlfriend had to apply some soothing lotion. So, the evening wasn't that bad, after all.

Smacking of Bottom

2008-06-03T15:05:00.001Z

Well done, Lewis Hamilton! The Sunday before the last, he won the Monaco Grand Prix. And you know what that means! Yes, you are right, Mirandas gets to spank Felicia's bottom. Oh, glorious spanking. I truly enjoyed it. At least up to a point.

You know how I get spanked, skirt up (if not down and off) and knickers down and then smack, smack. So there was no escaping a bare bottom for Felicia. Six of the best it was and evil Miranda chose the fish slice.

So there she was, my lovely stunner, in my lap and with knickers down. She has a gorgeous bottom and I sat for a while staring at it. But then I thought it was time to get down to business. If you are free to smack for a some time you can start easily and then increase the strength but when you have only six of the best you have to make the most of them.

Thing is that Felicia finds it extremely embarrassing lying in my lap with knickers down. I have to say that that is only appropriate, it is supposed to be bad, isn't it? I am embarrassed too when I am in that situation but she has less experience of it. Anyway, I didn't let that stop me.

I will never be a really good spanker. When I gave her the first smack I almost jumped. It is, kind of, scary to smack someone and realise that it hurts. By the second I got over the worst and found that she could take it...*smiles wickedly.

I truly enjoyed three and four but then I started to feel sorry for her and sort of, almost regretted number five. I had to brace myself for the last one but it had to be a good one.

I have to say that she took it with grace. No complaining and no threatening to send Miranda shopping without knickers or waving of evil spanking implements in front of her eyes. No, Felicia smiled as I was done and admitted that it was only fair. She was sure she had the better deal anyway, since she was convinced that Hamilton will not win the majority of the races to come. I am afraid she is right.