I love wearing skirts and dresses. I always have. In fact, when I was a little kid, I flat out refused to wear jeans but thought nothing of stomping through the woods, playing in the garden, or even playing on the jungle gym in my girly attire.
These days, beyond being cute and comfortable, I find that skirts and dresses come in handy for spanking play. One quick flip up and the target is easily revealed even while positioned over the knee. I like how they can provide both easy access to the bottom and yet protect one’s modesty as far as the front bits are concerned.
Pants are a little trickier. Unless they are very loose fitting or have an elastic waist, they can’t be tugged down so easy while OTK. Need to either get them down from the start or take a break in the spanking action to stand back up and take them down. And no matter when the removal takes place, there will come the moment when it has to be decided who is in charge of doing so.
When I’m ordered to take down my own jeans, I tend to move slowly in an attempt to delay the inevitable. Sometimes it’s because I am honestly struggling as my fingers tremble in nervous anticipation, but most of the time it’s because my willfulness prevents me from being overly cooperative. Once a spanker of mine grew wise to my ways and informed me I would get an extra swat for each second it took me to take down my jeans and get back into position. It’s amazing how quickly I managed to steady my hands and comply once properly motivated!
The other possibility to speed my way to bare is perhaps an even bigger struggle for me – having my pants taken down for me. Talk about cringe-worthy! I feel extra silly and squirmy having someone else fumbling with the zipper as I stand there wondering what to do with my own hands. It’s almost a relief to be ordered to keep them on my head and out of the way though it’s extremely difficult to not reach down in a protective manner. You’d think with my tendency to dawdle in taking my own pants down that I’d be happy for the process to take a while, but in this case I curse button flies and stiff zippers because I’d much rather move onto the painful spanking rather than continue to experience the painful embarrassment.
I should probably either learn to behave or forgo jeans altogether as I did in my early years. I say bring on the skirts because 100% angel status is not too likely.