The Story of Miranda, part 4

So here it is, the fourth instalment of the Story of Miranda. What seemed like a spanking story turned into a girly romantic story. I am like that. There is no continuation. It might turn into pornography should I continue or a serious relationship drama. Perhaps, sometime in the future. There are some snippets and situations from their life together that I might post here but no real continuation.

I changed during that summer and much thanks to Felicia. We went shopping together and she insisted on me getting clothes I never would have dreamt of buying. I got a brand new red bikini, even smaller than the blue one. The top was not considerable smaller but the bottom was minimal. I only partly covered my bum and its front was minimal. Seeing me from the side one could think I was naked. Felicia insisted on me tying the cords at the sides with bows that could easily be slipped. Most girls tie stout knots and make them look like bows but mine were real. This made me feel vulnerable. I had to buy a very short, wide skirt. It fell only to halfway down my thighs and was very revealing. Adding to that was the fact that it hung very low on my hips. Felicia told me to wear a shirt together with the skirt and knot it in front so that it left my belly exposed. It was nothing unusual about that but it was most shocking for tiny Miranda to be dressed like that. I had the tiniest of shorts and only the red bikini top when we went walking in town on hot summer afternoons.

She took an interest in dressing me so that I had to reveal my body in public. Nothing I wore was shocking or strange, many girls wore less but they were hip, they were sexy. I was the unassuming Miranda and was embarrassed to have to walk through town with exposed belly. It was very exciting at the same time. I often blushed when we passed people and I thought that they looked at me and my body. Sometimes they did. I was very much aware of boys and men watching me.

I felt ashamed at the same time as I enjoyed being so naked. I felt a special tingling in my body when I saw men turning their heads looking at me. I wondered if it was like this for other girls. Maybe this was what it was all about, this dressing up and showing off that the girls did?

That summer was exciting and arousing and the best thing was that Felicia was in command. I felt happy not having to be responsible for this. She commanded and I went along. The downside with all this exposure was that I couldn't get spanked as much as we wanted. It was hard to spank me without leaving some traces. During the spring semester one of the girls had commented on some marks on my bum during gym class. I had been whipped three days before and the marks still showed. I said something plausible and I don't think someone realised what had happened but we felt the need for being more cautious.

I was happy during that summer although I was sad about the spankings. I missed them or rather I missed the opportunity they gave me of losing myself in it. I have described it as being dragged to the edge of a terrifying void and almost pushed over it and that I longed for to be pushed. Although we experimented a lot I didn't seem to get any closer to that void that I so much lusted for and feared. I was eager to be pushed even further, to really lose control although I knew it meant that I would have to submit, for real, to the pain. I imagined it as pain beyond endurance and something I couldn't cope with and that it would make me fall into that void. Pain was always pain and it hurt so. I couldn't thing of anything more horrible than unbearable pain but the longing for what it might do to me was undiminished.

There was another theme that seemed to dominate that summer and it was connected to the incidents with our hugging each other and Felicia's hand in my jeans. Felicia took an interest in my body or exposing it. It seemed that these incidents had changed Felicia too and that she was more keen on looking at me and exposing me and making me feel ashamed of being exposed. I caught her regarding me sometimes when I was walking from the water, wet and in my bikini or laying in the sun.

Nothing was said but there was something, concerning my body, that went on underneath the surface. It was about her gaze and the lust for being touched and maybe the lust to touch as well. In some ways I was in love with her. I wanted her to watch me and I wanted her to touch me but I could not admit it. Felicia didn't say anything either but there was this air of something nice and powerful going on.

This changed suddenly one afternoon by the lake. It was late in the summer and the air was hot. We stayed on when most people started to leave and after some time we were alone. We often choose spots that were almost deserted even when the lake was crowded and this afternoon we were alone.

We were lying in the setting sun feeling warm and lazy. Suddenly I felt Felicia's eyes on me. I turned around and looked at her. She looked back and smiled as strange kind of smile.

'Take your top off!' she said.

'Ok,' I answered.

It happened now and then that she commanded me to take my top off. I don't know why but this time I sat up and stretched and made quite a show of it. I felt a bit ashamed, but nice in a way, doing that. It wasn't a big show, nothing spectacular but I stretched my body, arched my back a little and undid my top and slipped it off. I felt like a stripper but if anyone could have seen me it was nothing out of the ordinary, I guess.

My performance was not lost on Felicia, though. She watched me intensely and I sat on the beach for a while enjoying the sun. I wanted to stay in that moment because it felt good, daring to take off my bikini top while she watched.

'Take off your knickers!' she said and my heart took a leap and started pounding. This was new. I had showed off my breasts before but I had never been naked in a public place like this. No one was there so there was not much risk being seen but it was still shocking.

'Here?' I asked feeling stupid.

'Yeah,' she answered and didn't stop looking at me.

I looked around to see if anyone could see me and then I decided that I dared risking it. The sense was not if I dared doing it rather how hard it would be doing it, because I couldn't resist her demands. I slipped down my hands and quickly pulled off my knickers. I was shaking. I was naked. She watched me and I was embarrassed. At the same time it felt nice in a kind of warm and sexy way to strip for her.

'Lay down now!' she said and I did.

'No, as before, on your back!'

My cheeks were probably very red when I awkwardly rolled over and lay on my back. I felt terrible exposed and was hoping no one would see me, no one besides Felicia. I wanted her to see me and I think she did. I didn't look at her but I sensed her eyes upon me. I took up my book and started to read again. I felt the urge to do something ordinary just to stop the beating of my heart and the scary, dreadful sense of being aroused by the whole thing.

Then she touched me. I felt her hand on my belly. Her fingers were cool against my warm skin when she lightly touched the area around my navel. I was shocked but it felt ever so good. I held my breath not daring to do or say anything. I was afraid that the slightest reaction from me would break the spell and she would withdraw her hand. I was embarrassed but it was so good to sense her touch and I didn't want it to stop.

Her hand moved around, stroking my belly, moving down to my lower belly. I was terrible aroused and couldn't' breath. I was scared she would touch my sex at the same time as I longed for it. I was helpless in her hands. I was vulnerable and exposed.

She did move down to my sex. I almost exploded when she carefully placed her hand on my sex. She stroked me a little and I felt the tingling between my legs. I tried to be still but I think I shivered and maybe moved a little. When she slipped her fingers into me I let go of a tiny, pathetic, little sound. I held my breath again and tried to control my trembling body. I didn't want her to leave me as she had did the time before but I was equally afraid that she would satisfy me.

Her fingers burnt in me and I felt even more vulnerable with her presence there, in my most intimate spot. She moved around a little and I felt waves of heat running through my body. I almost fainted with the sensation and I didn't want her to stop. I almost forgot that we were laying on a public beach and I was completely naked.

The heat seemed to focus on my sex and with a great deal of fear I realised that I was close to coming. I believe Felicia felt that too but she didn't seem to mind. She kept her fingers moving in me and the inevitable happened. I came with a vengeance. I can't describe the tingling and heat that soared through my body. I think I sighed and moved but it was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

I didn't notice Felicia removing her hand. I recall rolling over on my side, overcome with emotions and the physical reaction, burying my face in my hands, being both happy and ashamed.

When I came around I felt Felicia's hand on my shoulder. I rose to my knees, looking at her.

'I am so ashamed,' I said.

'Didn't you like it?' she asked suddenly looking scared and concerned.

'It was the best.' I said and almost started to cry. Felicia took me in her arms and I hugged her violently. I pressed my naked body against her and I felt her close to me. I hugged her and cried at her shoulder and felt happy. It was good sensing her body against mine and her arms around me and my arms around her.

After a while she looked me in the eyes with a serious face. She regarded me for a second or two and then she kissed me. She kissed me on the lips. A sweet, soft kiss. A kiss that didn't demand anything but was the sweetest thing imaginable. I eagerly kissed her back and we were suddenly full of passion. We kissed for a long time and my head swirled. I was kissing a girl and I liked it. I loved her and she was a girl.

We came to our senses and realised that we didn't want to be seen. It was a forbidden thing and we would have to hide it. We knew that. We looked at each other in bewilderment and then we smiled. It was good but we had to go back now. We could not stay. I didn't know what this would lead to but I loved her and I didn't care too much at that moment.

The Story of Miranda, part 3

Here is the third instalment of the story of Miranda and her friend Felicia. I suspect the story, here, takes a turn that was not completely expected by you all. I don't know. I have hinted at it.

Things was about to change again. Spring had turned to early summer. I was totally surprised by the change but with hindsight it was inevitable, I guess. The first step was taken during an afternoon in early June. It was a Friday and we were along at Felicia's place. Her parents were out and no gym class until Wednesday next week so it was a perfect evening for some hard spanking of me, the kind that left marks.

This time I was kneeling by the bed. I had no trousers or knickers on and Felicia was about to whip me with a cane she had found in the basement. It was a cane used for carpets and it was a single strand twisted and coiled back on itself in one arch. It was extremely powerful and the pain was horrible. I cried out at the first blow and Felicia didn't dare give me more than half a dozen before I was reduced to tears. I lay sobbing on her bed my bum on fire. The pain was more than I was used to and Felicia was somewhat shocked by the effect it had on me.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my shoulder.

'Miranda, are you alright?' she asked.

I tried to nod and rose to my knees. She was kneeling in front of me and suddenly we stood there kneeling, face to face. I must have looked horrible because she suddenly reached out and touched my cheek. That kind of affection was not usual between us. It had an enormous effect on me, though. I burst into tears and couldn't control myself. Felicia took me in her arms and hugged me. I pressed my body against hers and hugged her back. We held each other for a long time before it felt silly or embarrassing. Felicia stroked my back and I enjoyed the feeling of being comforted by her. I didn't mind her hand moving down and stroking my bottom. Her hand was cool against my burning skin and that felt good.

Suddenly it made me aware of my nakedness. I had no clothes below my waist and I realised that I was pressing my whole body against hers and I felt the fabric of her trousers against my thighs and lower belly and I felt naked. The strange thing was that I stayed for a short while in that position. I enjoyed feeling naked in her arms and sensing her slim body against mine. Then it dawned upon me that I shouldn't feel that way. She was too close, too intimate and I tried to disengage. She slowly let me go and I didn't want to do anything aggressive but I wanted to get away from being close to her. I was too embarrassed and too ashamed. I had enjoyed it but it was something that I wasn't supposed to feel.

I said something and we laughed and I dressed and we talked about the cane and that it was a good implement. I agreed because it was so powerful and I wanted to be overwhelmed and I told Felicia so and she looked at me with a gaze I could not interpret.

Things changed more but before I talk about that I have to mention another thing that was going on inside me during that time. Getting spankings from Felicia made me think about how I saw her and whom I was in relation to her. When I had first met her, which seemed like an eternity ago, I had imagined myself kneeling at her feet, a captive before her throne. I started to feel as if reality had become like that. I felt that I was not only accepting spankings from her, wanting spankings from her, but I was also submitting myself to her will. That was strange and complicated and scary but I wanted it to be like that.

Sometime after the hug something happened that changed things again. It was something that made me grow up in many ways and that opened up a floodgate in my mind. We were lying on my bed one hot afternoon and we were feeling lazy. I was lying on my back reading some comic book and Felicia was browsing through some other book. This afternoon I was dressed in jeans and t-shirt.

I was caught up in my book and didn't notice that Felicia had stopped reading and was lying on her side regarding me. I sensed something was happening and looked at her. She noticed my attention and looked up at me. She looked me in the eyes for a second and then looked at my midriff.

'Your t-shirt is very short,' she said and suddenly I felt her finger against my belly. My t-shirt was indeed short and left some four inches of skin visible between my jeans and my t-shirt. Felicia was now touching my exposed skin and that sent a bolt of fire through me. I was immensely embarrassed but I lay still. Something inside me said that my determination of subjecting myself to her will was being put to the test now. I would not protest or do anything to stop her. I was hers to do what she pleased with.

Suddenly I felt her gaze on my body and I felt completely naked. I shivered with embarrassment but didn't say anything or move. She gave me a quick glance but was then focussed on my belly. She stroked it for a while and I held my breath. She touched my skin and it felt intrusive and very nice at the same time.

Then she slid her hand inside my jeans. I drew my breath and held it, unable to move or speak. She made her way, slowly, down to my sex. I was aroused, shamefully aroused. Here I was lying on my bed beside my friend and she had her hand in my jeans and I was aroused. I had changed. I was changing.

I wanted her desperately to touch my sex and at the same time I was afraid what might happen if she did. I felt totally and utterly exposed and completely in her power. I knew I wasn't but I felt as if I was.

She did touch my sex. Her fingers slid into me and stayed there for an eternity but not long enough. My body was on fire and I wanted nothing more than for her to break through to me and make it happen. I didn't say anything but she must have heard me breathing. I was agitated, aroused and helpless. I was hers and she seemed to know that.

She didn't stay long enough and when she withdrew her hand, my sex ached. I was frustrated and upset by her lighting my fire but not putting it out. I looked at her almost with horror. Her hand left my body and I longed for it already. She looked up at me and must have seen my red cheeks. She smiled. She seemed completely self assured and completely in control and enjoying it. I was lost and powerless. I wanted to kneel before her and offer myself as a slave if only she would satisfy me and at the same time I was upset and humiliated and despised myself for being so utterly weak.

She acted as if nothing had happened and I felt embarrassed by that. I felt as if I had stripped naked showing all of my inner desires and she had laughed at me. The strangest of things was that I didn't hate her for it. I loved her. Later I asked her to spank me. She complied and gave me a good thrashing with the leather belt. I cried when she was done. I felt the tingling in my sex through the pain and when she left that evening I was still on fire.

Alone in my room I gave myself the satisfaction I had been denied and I had to admit that spanking evoked something in me, something that had to do with sex. I had fooled myself that it was just for fun or for some romantic idea about submission. I knew that I loved Felicia in a way that I had never expected. I had never known how much I had longed for her to touch me. It terrified me to be so exposed to her.

From that moment my mind was full of images of me being naked in front of people under the strangest of circumstances. I saw myself naked in the classroom or naked walking with Felicia in town. I had images in my head of having to strip before her and being examined by her. She was always dressed. Sometimes I was a slave, naked in chains being sold at a market and she was the one selling me.

I longed for to get naked with Felicia, to get naked for her, in front of her. But I couldn't admit it. I was too shy. It may sound strange but I was still tiny Miranda, tiny unassuming Miranda. Things had changed a lot during those months but I am not sure anyone noticed. We were always together and we were the weird girls but I don't think anyone suspected that one of the weird girls were being spanked by the other and if they had known that one had put her hand inside the other's jeans they would have fallen off their chairs.

I longed to get naked and luckily it was summer. We went swimming by the lake. Swimming meant swimming costume and it was natural to get naked. It is easy to write that I longed to get naked but I didn't admit it to myself. At the lake I could have my bikini. Wearing bikini meant being almost naked and being almost naked with Felicia.

Felicia had a green one piece swimsuit. It was stylish and somewhat old fashioned but it suited her. I dared show my body in a blue bikini. It was quite small and revealing with a tiny top and a tiny tie side bottom. Most girls would have felt ok in such a bikini but I felt exposed and naked in it. This was scary but something good as well. When we were among other people I felt as if I was naked. I felt as if I was naked for Felicia, because of her, as if I was hers. I imagined being her slave and had to be naked at her feet. I enjoyed feeling her eyes on my body. I felt it even stronger when we were alone by the water.

She had come a long way, tiny Miranda. A year ago I had been nobody and now I enjoyed being seen and watched wearing a bikini. Still I was shy, still I couldn't admit enjoying being exposed. I was still ashamed by the thought of someone seeing my body. Felicia seemed to know that. She ordered me to take my top off one afternoon. We weren't alone and I was shocked but I knew I had to obey. I untied my top and took it off and immediately lay down on my belly trying to cover myself. Felicia told me to buy ice cream so there I was walking to the stand topless. There were some people from our school there and I know they saw me. I am sure they were quite surprised. It was even more embarrassing because they didn't know that I had been ordered to do it.

On the other hand walking to the ice cream stand topless was one of the most exciting things I had ever done, not necessarily the most shocking or most powerful but in a sense the most exciting. It was like being in one of my fantasies, exposed and naked in front of the world and feeling ashamed and aroused.

The Story of Miranda, part 2

This is the next instalment of the story of Miranda and her friend Felicia. Miranda is not a girl who takes things lightly so everything moves quite slowly.

But the floodgates had been opened. I was changed. I had entered into a strange world. The sensational thing about this was that I wasn't alone. Felicia was there too. I couldn't be completely sure that Felicia felt the same but I hoped so. Something in her way of looking at me told me that maybe she was taken by this as well. After all she had been the one suggesting it.

I desperately wanted to be spanked again. It is easy to write that now but the thought, then, was terrifying and almost a forbidden one. The thought of being spanked was humiliating and scary and something I really dreaded but I felt a strange and forbidden urge to have it done to me again. I could not understand why I wanted something painful to be done to me, something painful and humiliating. There was this strange mix of feelings in the thought. I had never been so scared and I had never felt such pain and agony but I had never been so aroused and excited either.

I think the most humiliating thing was that I felt aroused by it. It made me hot and not only hot as when blushing but as in having a tingling sensation in my sex. I didn't think of it as something sexual but the urge was something that had to do with lust and such things and that was hard to admit.

Some time later, when I had thought about this all too much, I decided to talk to her. I was determined to trust Felicia to be my friend and that admitting things to her was not that bad. She would not shun me. She might laugh at me but she would still be my friend. I dreaded her ridicule but I wanted to tell her what all this meant to me.

I was the one opening the discussion about it the next time we met.

'I want to try it again,' I said and felt my heart stop beating.

'What?' Felicia said, looking innocent. This made me want to retract my steps and talk about something else, something ordinary but it was too late.

'I want to be spanked again.' I couldn't believe I had said that.

'Did you like it?' Felicia said which was a cruel thing to say. She could have helped me, instead she forced me to tell her about my feelings.

'No, not really,' I said, 'maybe a little.'

'Do you really want me to spank you again?'

'I want to try it once more.'

'Yeah, why not, it was fun?' She sounded casual but I sensed something more behind her words.

She fetched the brush and my heart sank when I saw it in her hand. The thought of the pain returned and I almost changed my mind. Then I thought that it was supposed to be dreadful and my determination returned, somewhat.

'Felicia,' I said.

'Yes,' she answered.

'Maybe you should spank me longer, this time.'

'Alright,' she answered sounding a bit strange.

She didn't have to command me this time to lean over the bed. I wanted her to command me but I felt that I should comply with what was expected of me and not pretend to be ignorant. I leaned over the bed and this time I pulled up my skirt. My heart started pounding in my breast. I wanted to pull down my knickers as well to get the spanking on my bare skin but I couldn't get myself to do that. I needed her to command me.

She laid the brush on my bottom and I held my breath in anticipation. I knew more about it now and I expected it to hurt but I was still excited and I had to admit to myself that I was aroused. Then she started to spank me. She waited a second or two between smacks and alternated between my cheeks. The first swats was almost bearable but the pain soon grew. I wanted to get away from the relentless smacking of my bottom and the pain was soon unbearable and far more than anything I could stand. I heard my own voice, not screaming, but moaning and letting out sounds of distress. It was a strange sensation of hearing myself but it felt good too, humiliating but good.

In this slow and painful smacking of my bottom I thought about how much more painful it must be if she was to smack my bare bottom. The thought was scary but at the same time I longed for her to demand it. I urged for having to take down my knickers but she didn't command me.

The spanking continued for a while. I didn't count but she continued at least twice as long as the first time. I got that overwhelming sensation of being pushed to the edge of some terrifying void and I wanted to be pushed over it, to lose control, although I wasn't sure I was prepared to allow that to happen.

Then she stopped spanking me. For a short while I was relieved but also disappointed that I wasn't to be spanked on my naked skin. Then she said in a low voice:

'Take down your knickers!'

I almost protested because I felt so embarrassed but I didn't say anything. Instead I brazed myself for the task of obeying her. My hands trembled when I reached for my knickers. I hesitated but then I pulled them down. This time I wasn't so shy but pulled them down to my bended knees. I heard Felicia draw her breath and she didn't move for a while. I was embarrassed because I knew that she could watch my naked bottom now. The strange thing was that I felt almost unbearably aroused by the thought of having her watching my exposed behind. I felt cheap but aroused by it.

Then she started to spank me. She was more relentless this time. She wielded the brush with more vigour. The pain was more direct, more humiliating against my naked skin. My head swirled. I fought the impulse of fleeing. I had to stay, I had to take my spanking. I heard Felicia breathing heavily and heard the sound of the wood against my skin. I almost cried out. I felt tears in my eyes and I couldn't stop my body from moving, wriggling under the swats.

Then she increased the frequency and the final hail of blows made me want to push my body through the bed away from the brush. I screamed a little. When it was over I lay panting on her bed. I wasn't really there mentally and it took me some time to return to reality. Suddenly I felt Felicia close to my left ear. She leaned forward and whispered with a low and gentle voice.

'Your spanking is over.'

I was bewildered by this sudden kindness. The spanking was something we did together but her voice in my ear was an act of kindness, something she did to me, for me.

I recovered my stance, pulled up my knickers and rubbed my bottom a little. I was still hot but felt calmer now. My bum burned and ached but the sensation was exciting and almost nice.

This time we talked about it. I was lying on my stomach in her bed and Felicia sat in an armchair.

'Do you hate me for it?' Felicia asked.

'For what?' I said.

'For spanking you so hard.'

'No, no, not at all,' I answered somewhat confused, 'why should I?'

'I mean, I was, kind of cruel to you.'

'I want you to be cruel to me.' I said and almost bit my tongue. This felt like a confession of some sort and I wasn't sure I was prepared for that.

'I mean, spankings are supposed to hurt,' I continued.

'I guess so,' she said, suddenly thoughtful, 'I think you are right.'

'Of course I am right,' I said.

'It's not that I am angry or anything but it feels, kind of, good to spank you.'

She was silent. This was a confession from her. I was a bit surprised but it felt good too.

'Next time I think you should be harder with me,' I said feeling more confident all of a sudden.

She fell silent for a while.

'Do you think we should do it again?' she asked in a low voice.

I had to be silent for a while now.

'I do,' I said, swallowing, preparing for something difficult, 'I want you to spank me again, sometime.'

'I'd love to,' she said with an unexpected outburst of enthusiasm. She sank back, slightly embarrassed. I looked at her and felt the need to disarm the situation.

'Maybe you will have to tie me down then. It is really hard keeping in place.'

I think that day settled a lot between us. We had confessed to each other things that had been secrets, I think. I had admit that I wanted to be spanked and she that she wanted to spank me.

A crazy time followed. During April and May that spring Felicia spanked me a lot. We talked only about spanking. We tried different methods and different implements. We went shopping for things to spank me with. We found spatulas and spoons among kitchen utensils that were great for spanking. It was a strange feeling standing there in the shop holding a long bath brush and thinking that it would be used on my bum sometime and imagining the pain it would cause, strange but exciting.

We tried out different positions with me kneeling or standing bent over and lying on the bed. We did away with the silly spanking on the knickers so that I had all my spankings on naked skin. Things escalated so we tried things that would hurt me more and we experimented with tying me down during the spanking. It was a strange feeling being unable to move freely and being able to struggle without success. We made plans for arranging spankings in strange places and we had ideas of tying me to a pole like in the olden days when people were flogged in public. We had no sturdy pole and were not likely to find one. Still we allowed ourselves to have fantasies.

Being spanked was not an easy thing but I longed for it at the same time as I dreaded it. I was constantly upset about a spanking I had received or one I was expecting. My life was turned upside down. When the end term exams came up Felicia got the brilliant idea of having me spanked according to my results. Every point less than maximum on an exam rendered me a number of swats with some implement. This made sitting the exams quite exciting. I struggled to get things right knowing that failure meant pain. I was quite good at it but getting the results back was even more terrifying now. The sense of failure when I didn't get full score was added to with the knowledge of the whipping I would receive.

I wasn't spanked only with spatulas and spoons and brushes. Felicia tried a leather belt one day and that was terrible. It sounded like gunshots and the pain was tremendous. Sometimes the leather wrapped around my body and hurt my belly. That was cruel.

One day she bought me a bamboo stick. The impact was beyond belief. I cried out at the first blow. Some time later we went, together, to a shop where they sold riding crops and bought one. I remember the sensation of holding it in my hand knowing that it would be used on my body later.

We had become quite open with the matter of spankings and we talked for long times about how exciting it was and why we liked it. I wasn't completely honest about it with Felicia and didn't admit that I was aroused by it. I think she knew but we didn't talk about it. I think, maybe, she was aroused too but she never said.

There was something going on underneath the surface, something I sensed but could not talk about. It was connected to the forbidden sensation of being aroused but it was something else. Being spanked by Felicia became more and more intense. I dared cry and move around more and she showed her enjoyment and sometimes she laughed out loud with sheer pleasure.

Sometimes I had to lie in her lap for my spanking and that gave me the strangest sensations. I felt extremely humiliated by the the touch of her trousers or skirt against my naked skin when I had pulled down trousers and knickers and was lying there in her lap. The contrast between her dressed body and my naked skin was overwhelming. I was embarrassed but at the same time it felt good. It felt good being close to her but I didn't admit that to myself. I just enjoyed lying in her lap at the same time as it was the most humiliating of all positions, the one I begged of her not to have to take.

The Story of Miranda, part 1

Oh, no, not one of those long stories about friendship and relationships and very little spanking. Oh, yes, here it comes. This is one of the original stories about Miranda and her friend Felicia. Miranda is the girl who was waiting, earlier in my blog. The story is longer than this and maybe I will post the rest later.

I am Miranda. When all this began I was far younger than I am now. Of course, such things, just don't begin but it was at this time they became real. It happened in the autumn and I had just started school again. I was, then, still the tiny unassuming Miranda. I was not skinny but slim and light in my frame. I think I was quite pretty in some sense but I was not beautiful and, definitely, not sexy. To be sexy at my school you had to have big breasts, dress in revealing clothes and wear heavy makeup. I didn't have big breasts and my clothes were quite conservative. I preferred skirts and dresses and occasionally trousers. I guess I was quite boring.

Everything interesting about me happened on the inside. My imagination was far more colourful than my appearance. I don't think my classmates realised how wild and strange my inner world was. To them I was just tiny Miranda. I wasn't bullied or anything and I don't think I was ugly but I was just ordinary.

Everything changed when I started school that autumn. Felicia came to our school. She was weird. At least that was what everyone said. She dressed strangely and behaved strangely. Felicia had red hair. That in itself made her strange to many. She dressed in green, dark green, and was far more flamboyant than me. She didn't behave like the sexy girls in school and her breasts wasn't enormous so she was weird.

I thought she looked like a queen, a fairy queen. She was half a head taller than me but, then again, most people were taller than me. I was immediately drawn to her and her way of moving and her way of seeming like she didn't care about the others. She was my heroine. She entered into my fantasies as a fairy queen with magic powers and as a being walking through a world where she didn't belong. She came from some faraway place where things were different. I imagined myself kneeling in front of her when she was sitting on her throne as her captive and putting my life in her hands and I felt a strange thrill when I imagined her having the power of controlling me.

The good thing about Felicia was that she soon became very real. It took some weeks but then we started talking. She was a bit shy, I think. To me she seemed almost haughty but I think she was shy. I was eager to get to know her but a bit scared of her being so confident. She seemed not to care about what other other people thought about her and I admired that. The beginning was somewhat awkward but soon we became great friends. She wasn't at all haughty or aloof but, really, just as anybody else. I felt more confident together with her and I sensed that she enjoyed having a friend in the new place.

The best thing about Felicia was that she was like me, on the inside, that is. She had the most sparkling imagination ever possible. She liked my fantasies and shared her ideas with me and we realised that we had a lot of things in common. We both were fascinated by vampires and horror stories. We were not too keen on the kind of films were the mad killers splatter blood all over the place but rather the old romantic ones. She laughed but was flattered when I told her that she made me think of a fairy queen. She liked that because magic and fairyland was another thing we shared.

The things I am going to tell you about concern another interest of ours, something, maybe darker, but far more exciting and dangerous. I had carried this with me for a long time as a strange twisted burden, something I never dared mention to anyone. I think it came from my interest in Gothic horror and especially the kind that is concerned with old castles and horrible dungeons. I imagined the horrible deeds committed in the dungeons and the dreadful torture that was performed there. It was something else than the ordinary thrill of horror that filled me when I thought about being submitted to the terror of a castles dungeon. The sense of helplessness and fear that would fill you when you were strapped to the torture bench was exciting in another way to my mind. I felt a tingling of lust when I saw myself chained to a dungeon wall dressed in a flimsy dress awaiting my fate. The thought of being subject to horrible old time punishments made my cheeks blush and my heart race.

I felt embarrassed when my mind eagerly played out scenes of punishments and torture. I imagined being a captive or maybe a slave and subject to the humiliation of being publicly sold. Maybe the buyers needed to be shown the merchandise. I, the slave, would have to strip before them. To make a punishment more degrading the culprit got her dress torn from her body in front of the audience.

That was the things the tiny unassuming Miranda filled her head with and I don't think my classmates ever suspected that. The thing with Felicia was that she seemed to share some of my interest in the darker side of the mind. It wasn't obvious at first but I picked up on any interest she showed in the cruelties and degradation of horror stories. Soon I started to sense that she was quite keen on the more sinister details of stories we told.

It was with a sense of elation I began to feel that I had met a person with a mind as twisted as my own. Or at least, almost, as twisted. I was happy for that but a bit apprehensive. My fantasies was where I lived. If they were strange I had to be strange and twisted and I was ashamed. The sense of having someone to share that with was liberating.

It was, by no means, an easy thing to find out. It took me the whole term to realise that Felicia actually shared my interest in such things. I proceeded slowly and introduced more and more of my thoughts and found that she had some of her own. It may seem as I deliberately tried to get her to know me and my thoughts but I wasn't aware of any plan. I was just happy getting to know her and a bit cautious when talking about my darker fantasies. I was cautious but eager at the same time.

It was around Christmas time when I remember her telling me about something she read in a book about olden school days. She told me about how they had really hard corporal punishments in those days and that both boys and girls was birched and spanked for the slightest breach of rules. I remember the glow in her eyes when she told me about the worst of those punishments when the culprit had to lower their clothing to receive the birching on naked skin and that that also was done to girls. The most humiliating thing was that the punishment was performed in front of the classmates.

The enjoyment she showed when telling me this made me understand that she shared my interest in certain things. I had sensed it before but then I was sure. Her way of telling this story convinced me and made me bold and I admitted that the thought of having to subject oneself to such a punishment was quite exciting. She didn't seem the least shocked or disgusted by my admission which relieved me. I felt that I had told her something of my inner darkness and she had not seemed to mind.

After that our fantasies often turned to horrible things like torture and captivity and humiliating punishments. She quite enjoyed imagining the horror of being publicly whipped in front of the whole town or sold as a slave in a public market. I was happy, having someone to share those thoughts with and Felicia seemed to enjoy my imagination when I was conjuring up new humiliating situations.

There was one difference between us, a difference I wasn't aware of at the beginning but which became more and more obvious to me. Felicia was a fairy queen. When she spoke of horrible things she liked to describe them and shiver with horror at the thought of having something like that done to you but most often she seemed to see the scene in her mind as an onlooker or someone in charge. She didn't share my perspective of being the one always at the receiving end of the torture imagined.

It wasn't until March that year that things really changed. I remember it clearly. That afternoon things changed and after that nothing ever became the same again. We were sitting in Felicia's room chatting and imagining things as we often did after school. This afternoon we talked about how it would feel if there were spankings in school like it used to be. We talked about the people we most wanted to see spanked and the ones we most of all disliked having there if you would be spanked yourself. I remember our conversation clearly. Felicia turned to me and asked:

'Would you enjoy being spanked in school?'

'No, I don't think so,' I answered, 'although the thought is somewhat exciting.'

'I would hate it,' she said.

'Aren't you supposed to do that?'

'It seems to be the point with spankings.'

'It is supposed to be painful,' I said, 'and humiliating.'

'But an exciting thought, anyway.'

'Yes, isn't it strange?'

Felicia sat in silence for a short while.

'Would you like to be spanked?' she said.

I suddenly blushed. It felt as if she had seen through my disguise. That she saw inside my mind and asked me something that she wasn't supposed to know.

'How...how, do you mean?' I asked, still confused and embarrassed.

'I mean that we could test it. I can spank you and you can tell me what it was like.'

'Like an experiment...'

'Yeah, like an experiment.'

'I don't know,' I said, suddenly embarrassed and ashamed.

'Come on, Miranda, don't be such a chicken!'

My heart was beating fast. I was excited and I felt a tingling sensation in my body that made me shiver. My face was hot and I suppose I was blushing.

'Come on, Miranda, You want to try it.'

I could only nod. I wanted it to happen but was so embarrassed that I could sink through the earth. She had exposed my secret and I didn't want it to be too obvious that I wanted it.

'How...how, should I do?' I asked, my throat feeling dry.

'There, lean over the bed!' she said taking command.

I was trembling when I obeyed her orders. At the same time it felt good being commanded and not having to say or do anything of my own accord. I leaned over her bed, putting my arms and upper body on the top of it. I heard her move and picking up something. I looked over my shoulder and felt a strange sensation, almost as if I was about to faint, when I saw her holding a wooden hairbrush in her hand.

I knelt in silence as Felicia knelt behind me.

'Are you ready?' she asked, sounding quite eager.

I nodded. She then reached forward and flipped up my skirt. I was embarrassed by that but the sensation was at the same time quite arousing. I didn't want to admit that, even to myself, but it was quite exciting and terrifying. The mix of feelings was strange and something new.

I had never before had anyone looking at my bottom before, let alone, my bottom only dressed in knickers. The sensation was strange and thrilling.

'Ok, then,' she said and reached out her hand and I felt something against my bottom. I realised it must be the brush. I closed my eyes and prepared for the impact. I had imagined being spanked and whipped many times and in my mind it was quite an exciting thing but now I realised that it might hurt, there would be real pain and I wasn't sure I could cope with that.

I wasn't prepared when she hit me. The sensation was electrifying. It was like a bolt of electricity had passed through my body. My head swirled and then I felt the sting. She hadn't hit me hard but the sting was a sting of real pain. It hurt. The pain was not at all pleasant. It was, just, painful and horrible. The next smack was harder. I drew my breath and felt the pain. It really hurt. I hadn't imagined the pain like this. In my imagination the pain made me float away and lifted me to another level of conciousness but this was real pain.

Although I wasn't prepared for the pain and I didn't really know what to do with it I was in such a strange state of mind that I couldn't do anything but stay in place and subject myself to the spanking. I didn't want to feel the next smack, it hurt too much but something made me stay. I was to endure, it was supposed to hurt, it was supposed to be painful. That was what a spanking was all about. I was supposed to suffer and I stayed although the pain was horrible.

She smacked me for a while. I didn't count the strokes but it could have been a dozen or so. Felicia stopped spanking me. I drew my breath, thinking that it was over. Then she said:

'That was for warm up, now you'll get six of the best,'

Her words made me shiver. Six of the best would mean more power and more pain. I prepared for the worst. The thing that followed took me by surprise, though.

'Take down your knickers!'

'Felicia,' I cried.

'You'll have to take the last six on the bare,' she said with determination.

My head swirled with humiliation. She would see my bum and not only that, she would hurt it with the dreaded hairbrush. That was degrading.

My hands trembled when I obeyed her. I pulled down my knickers, slowly and just a little.

She then gave me six of the best on my naked skin. They were harder and really painful. I was trembling when she was done. I pulled my knickers up and my skirt down and rose and turned to Felicia.

I looked at her and saw her blushing. She was, obviously, agitated. I was a bit surprised by that but was too concerned with my own sense of pain and humiliation to think too much about it. The air in the room was tense. My mind was in turmoil and Felicia just sat there, looking at me.

'How was it?' she asked after a while. Maybe she needed to break the spell.

'Painful, really, really painful,' I said.

'It is supposed to be painful,' she said and suddenly we started to laugh. We were nervous and laughing was a way out of the tension. It helped. We were back to normal, as it seemed. In reality, things were never again to return to normal. There was a tension between us now but that tension was not altogether a bad thing. We didn't speak more about it that afternoon but when I walked home I sensed that I had changed. I had been spanked. It was something I had fantasised about but the real thing was very different. I realised that this treatment with the brush was nothing compared to the whippings in my mind but the pain had been very real and I had experienced a strange sensation of having been pushed to an edge and almost tipped over it. The pain had been worse than I could have imagined and not at all as pleasant as in my imagination. In fact, the pain was only painful and horrible. Still I was in turmoil. I had been spanked and the sensation was overwhelming. It was beyond anything I had ever experienced. It was something real but at the same time something that belonged to my inner life. It was as if the two had met and it was both unexpected and well known at the same time.

I was ashamed about the fact that I had accepted it but at the same time I was proud of having endured it. I was scared to bits by the sense of being pushed to an edge without having control. The fear of being pushed over the edge was overwhelming but at the same time I longed for the sensation of being pushed. I was even slightly disappointed that I had coped. I wanted to lose control but at the same time this was the thing I dreaded above everything.