I don't think I have bought an item of clothing in at least a year because I really hate shopping. Early Saturday I went in search of some new things though. I have a 10 second rule with clothes shopping which can make finding something more difficult. "Can this item be pushed aside/removed in under 10 seconds should a spanking opportunity present itself?" That is what I ask myself. I found a few things that made the cut, including 2 dresses.
I very rarely wear a dress or a skirt because being a tall woman really blows when it comes to clothes. Things that are meant to be near floor length on a woman of average height end up a weird mid calf length on me. Knee length for a woman of average height is a mini dress on me. I was happy to find something in between and ended up wearing a red print above the knee dress that was a light material good for the fucking heat. I was constantly looking over my shoulder throughout the night to see who people kept complimenting so it seemed to be a good choice.
|The next morning|
We found a space and I bent over a massage table, my dress easily raised. T had a crop, the quirt, and a delrin cane looking thing which I eyed suspiciously. I typically do not like acrylic toys but said I would try it. A few strokes later it was vetoed by me for being much too thuddy. I cannot handle a lot of thud and didn't want the scene to have to end that quickly. He switched to the crop which was as stingy as most crops tend to be. I was struggling staying in place already. He mixed in a few swats from his hand which jolted me forward. I discovered he's one of those people whose hand is just as bad as an implement. Ha.
|24 hours later|